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The bearded man whispered in the captain's ear, his eyes glancing at Camos from time to time, as if he had identified him as a villain. Although the townsfolk were not shouting under the pressure of the garrison captain, www.biquge.info the hateful eyes staring at him made Camos feel that something was wrong. He shouldn't have vouched for that stranger, and now that he's stepping into the quagmire, he can't protect himself.

"I see. ”

The captain of the garrison nodded, indicating that he already knew what was happening, and led the men to Camos to look him up and down for a moment, before finally turning his head to look at the townsfolk with weapons and announcing his verdict on the matter.

"It is undeniable that there is a suspicion in this businessman, but it cannot be made hastily because of this, and he has something to do with it. Now I need everyone to come together and not to accuse others in a crisis like this. ”

The garrison captain's words made the townsfolk excited, and today they were inexplicably brought up the city walls, where they blew in the cold wind for almost a whole day, and fought those disgusting monsters. Almost everyone was injured to a greater or lesser extent, they needed someone to vent their anger, and now an obvious target, sheltered by the garrison captain, they were dissatisfied.

"Quiet!"

The bearded man's roar and saliva flew and even the dust on the roof shook off, and he suppressed the grievances with a fierce look, and the townspeople knew this irascible fellow. In fact, as the deputy of the garrison captain, the bearded man is the person who has the most contact with the townspeople, and although his prestige is not as high as that of the garrison captain, everyone knows his ferocity.

Seeing that the scene was shaken by the deputy, the captain of the garrison continued: "So I have decided to temporarily restrict the freedom of this gentleman, and when everything is over, a public trial will be held by a judge. All decisions are made by the law, and the righteous Artanis will not spare any of the wicked. ”

To be named justice, the judge should have made few mistakes, and the expressions of the townspeople said so. Most of them accepted the captain's statement, glared at Camos fiercely, put away his weapons and went to rest.

Although a small number of people were still unwilling to stop there, the sound of battle coming from the balcony gave them no reason to continue. No one knows how many people here will survive, and if the fish-man breaks through this last barrier, then all judgment will be in vain, and no matter what the merchant does, he will be killed by the fish-man.

Camos, who was already sweating profusely, breathed a sigh of relief, and the two mercenaries also put away their weapons. They have nothing to do with the fish-people, as long as there is a notarized trial, everything is easy to say, not to mention that they have another way to solve this matter.

Mo Yan, who somehow came to the top of the barracks, held the chimney beside him and swayed in the wind, half-kneeling and looking at the port in the distance. There weren't any fish-men ashore anymore, but there were a few more of them left in the harbor besides the ones who were actually attacking and roaming around town. According to human custom, it should be the place where the guy who commanded this attack stayed.

After carefully looking at the route to the port from a high place, Mo Yan took off his white shirt and disappeared behind the chimney.

As the night wore on, the fishmen were still fighting to the death, dropping corpses on balconies and gates. The barracks gate also suffered some damage, and the guards on the balcony were also injured, but fortunately, they were not serious, and they were able to participate in the next round of defense after bandaging and resting with some medicine.

The defense and attack continued all night, and finally ended at dawn, and the fishmen were already exhausted, and they were not brave enough to leave a few hundred corpses at least in this barracks for a night, and finally quieted down, not knowing where to hide.

"That's all I know. In front of the garrison captain, Camos had just finished his defense, and although it was said that the final judgment was over, he could not wait for that time.

He needed to get rid of his suspicions quickly, so he found the garrison captain early in the morning and told him everything. Since the secret has been overheard, there is no need to keep it for Mo Yan. Now I can only hope that the captain of the garrison can understand that this is just Mo Yan's unintentional move.

"What do you think? Andrew. ”

"I didn't feel anything wrong, and if it was as he said, then the fleeing foreigner should have just feared being treated unfairly. The bearded man was silent for a moment and said: "But the truth of the matter cannot be said in one word, everything can not be decided until Artanis' return, he is good at distinguishing between truth and lies." ”

"You hear me. The garrison captain said, "I sympathize with you for getting involved in trouble that you shouldn't be involved in, but everything must follow proper procedures." Otherwise, even if I promise to let you go, the rest of the town won't spare you. The trial is not just what I need, you agree that he needs to prove your innocence. ”

As soon as he said this, Camos understood the problem, the captain of the garrison actually knew that it was not the fish-man attack planned by himself and Mo Yan, but he needed a conclusion to gag others' mouths, and even if it was just an unintentional move, they needed to be held responsible, and they needed to pay a fine under the laws of the empire.

Knowing that everything was in vain, Camos, under the watchful eye of two soldiers, returned to his room and stayed honestly.

At this time, in a half-collapsed hut in the dilapidated harbor that had been demolished by the fishmen, some fishmen were gurgling and arguing. No one knows what exactly they are arguing about, because very few people of that race will learn the language of fishmen. But even if you don't understand, it doesn't matter, looking at the mountains of fish-man corpses outside the barracks, you can probably guess some.

The only one who didn't get involved in the argument was the unusually tall guy sitting on a dilapidated piece of furniture. It closed its eyes as if everything had nothing to do with him, the mucus on its strong muscles reflected the light, and there was a lilac mark on its head, not like something that was born with it, it was a fish-man king.

The fishmen quarreled for a while, but without coming to a conclusion, the silent fishman king opened his eyes. His words were short and loud, and all the fishmen lowered their heads and listened carefully, and after a moment they left the ruins without saying a word, leaving only a few guards.

At this moment, no one noticed, not far from the ruins, in the murky waters, a cloud of black seaweed slowly floated in.

The assault on the barracks continued at noon, and instead of the unarmed cannon fodder, more elite fishmen were thrown into the meat grinder. Taller stature, better armor, and all-iron weapons, as if they would not stop killing everyone, frightened everyone who was still alive.

Camos, who was supposed to be under house arrest, joined the defense again because there was no one to watch over him. As the casualties multiplied, the three-shift queue was forced to become two, and the consumption of medicines also increased dramatically.

"We can't hold out for reinforcements. ”

Everyone's hearts were dead, although the garrison captain repeatedly emphasized that reinforcements would arrive soon, but no one wanted to believe that they would be able to hold out until that time, and the fish-man attack was too frenzied. The monster that was supposed to be chased around by them is now a threat beyond everyone's imagination regardless of life and death.

"We should retreat to the basement. Camos, who looked tired, took advantage of the interval between attacks to treat his wounds, and said to the garrison captain who was resting beside him: "I see that there is still some rock oil in the barracks, if we bring in those monsters and then set the entire barracks on fire, it should last a day." ”

"There's no vent in the basement, we're all going to be suffocated inside. The captain's deputy, the bearded Andrew, shook his head and said, "And once the fishmen lose their target, they will go to the women who are hiding in the town, we can't do that." ”

Men's friendships are easy to build, especially after fighting together. Now Andrew has also admitted in his heart that his suspicion of Camos is a little unrealistic, not only because of the swordsmanship he uses, which looks quite familiar, but also because he fights quite hard, and for him the sword will not lie.

"Then I have to die here. Camos looked at the sky outside the balcony, his expression inexplicably indifferent.

The fish-people will not accept surrender, and if they can't die here, the fate of being eaten alive will be even more tragic. Camos misses his mother and his friends back home. Annoyed by his own stupidity, if he hadn't been blocked here by the storm, maybe everything wouldn't have been related to him, and at the same time he felt guilty about two loyal mercenaries, good people like them didn't deserve to die here.

Camos didn't know how long he sat there, until the bearded Andrew kicked him and saved him from his messy thoughts. Everyone on the balcony was looking out, not worrying about javelins stabbing them, which was strange, and Camos joined the lookout with a frown.

"The fish people seem to have withdrawn. The mercenary saw his employer's confusion and explained: "There has been no attack for a while, there is no trace of those fishmen everywhere, the captain has sent someone to check, but maybe it's just the same as in the morning, they just retreat." ”

Soon the probing soldier hurried back, with a smile on his face indicating that the news brought would not be bad. Sure enough, the captain of the garrison then announced that although the scouts had advanced to the vicinity of the city walls, they had only encountered a few fishmen, and the large army had completely withdrawn from the town, and their crisis had been temporarily resolved.

"I'll get them to the port when they're resting, and I need some volunteers. "The garrison captain is not shouting or crying with joy like the townspeople, he keeps the necessary composure to determine what to do next. Soldiers and mercenaries who have been fighting fiercely for a day need to rest, and it is not ruled out that this is a trick of the fishmen.

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