Twenty magic gems is a great asset!

Yifeng's hands are full and full, and there are not enough for a thousand. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info took out twenty at once, which also made Yifeng feel heartache. One can imagine how much of a sensation it will cause once these twenty are put on the auction floor of Atlantus.

But the next battle quickly proved that Yifeng's contribution was completely worth it.

Because in the next few days, these tree people became the main force of the deserved. They became the impregnable rock of the fortress of Toulon, and it was always firmly at the head of the city. It's no exaggeration to say that these battles are just about fighting them against the orc smashers.

The range of the Crusher and the Treant is about the same, even if the Grinder is slightly farther away, but it doesn't matter. Because the tree people are entrenched on the top of the city, they occupy the advantage of height. Therefore, no matter where the orcs push the crusher, if they want to attack the city, they will inevitably need to be baptized by the trees and stones. It can be said that at this point, the Treant completely exploded the Smasher. Of course, the Grinder also has the advantage that it can be set on fire and use fuel.

In this way, dozens of smashers are destroyed every day, and new ones are being made. Inevitably, the tree people were damaged. Among them, the twenty gems contributed by Yifeng played a huge role. After Meghan received the gem, she worked overnight to create twenty magical equipment and wear them on the priests. A little blue can be restored in a few seconds, so that these priests have enough magic to repair and manufacture the treants.

The battle continued for several days, leaving behind thousands of corpses of the orcs every day, and it was the fifth day. On this day, the sky was gloomy, and the cold wind was blowing. After this time, the entire continent will enter a long winter. When the time comes, the snow will be covered and the river will freeze, which will be even more unfavorable for the war. This is also the reason why these days, obviously suppressed by the tree people, the orcs are getting more and more crazy.

Grant was an original inhabitant of the Toulon Territory. He owns a small plot of land and is close to the town. In the past, when Viscount Billy was the lord, the barren property and harsh rents made him not only unable to get food and clothing all year round, but also owed a lot of foreign debts.

When the breeze arrives during this time. Grant suddenly made a fortune, not because of mining, but because his piece of land, in Yifeng's words, was expropriated by the government, because he was on the road to the development of the town. For this, he not only received the replacement land, but also received a large amount of compensation.

It's a fortune that fell from the sky. I've never heard of the lord's strong certificate, or the secret purchase of land, when have you ever seen that there is still a compensation?

The clever Grant didn't squander the money, or hide it like a lot of honest farmers. He chose to divide it into two, one part of which was deposited in the bank opened by Yifeng for interest, and the other part rented a piece of land near the mine and built a small restaurant. Because of its high quality and low price, it was very popular with miners, so it made a fortune.

When the orcs came, he did not hesitate to sign up for the militia convoy. Because he has an eldest son who is fifteen years old, and a younger daughter who is eight years old. In the event of an accident, not only will he have a generous pension, but his son can also take over his own restaurant.

Just yesterday, he killed an orc with his own hands. More precisely, when he came up to deliver the stones, an orc happened to emerge from the ladder, and in a panic, he immediately tilted a basket of stones on top of the orc's head. As a result, not only the orc, but also the ladder and those who continued to climb below, it is said that at least 5 of them died at his hands.

But others didn't know that he was panicked! I thought that this guy was bold and careful, brave and good at fighting, and not only received the princess's reception and personal commendation, but also received the favor of the officers, and was directly incorporated into the regular army from the escort.

Now Grant was carrying a huge iron shield in his hand, and was firmly crouching at the side of a tree man. His main task was to protect the priests who were resting against the trees. Also protecting the priest was an elf, a fellow named Django, who was standing on a tree branch and looking out into the distance, much to Grant's envy.

Waiting is boring. But out of respect, Grant didn't dare to speak out loud. Because the priest next to him was meditating and recovering his precious magic power, the priest was exhausted from yesterday's battle, and he had to seize every second to recover as soon as possible.

"Django, you said it was so cold, it looked like it was going to snow. You say, are the orcs coming today?"

Grant finally couldn't take it anymore, and it became a habit for him to run a restaurant and laugh with his customers. He glanced lightly at the meditating priest and carefully opened the drawing box.

"Shh~"

Elf Django shrugged a few times and made a silent gesture.

"It's coming!"

Sure enough, it didn't take long. The desolate horn sounded, and the howls of the orcs could be heard like wild beasts. The priest beside him opened his eyes sharply, sat up at once, and cried out.

"Ready for battle! Ready for water?"

The water in the priest's mouth was not for drinking. Rather, it is used to extinguish the fuel thrown in by the Orc Crusher and to replenish the water of the Treants.

Grant didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly pointed to the two large wooden barrels behind him, which were full of water.

The priest nodded in satisfaction and gestured to Grant, but he picked up the staff.

"Be careful yourself, don't let the orcs come near me while I'm chanting!"

Priests have no melee abilities, and if their spell casting is disturbed by the orcs, the backlash of magic will destroy the priests.

Grant was about to say yes, but when he saw Django scurrying down from the tree, agile as a monkey, he ran and shouted.

"Covert! Attack is coming!"

Django also has a role, which is to keep an eye on the enemy. Grant was so angry that he quickly lifted his shield and firmly protected the priest and himself under the shield.

There was a crackling sound, like hail, and then the tree man beside him snorted in pain, and the trunk began to tremble. Grant looked up, and sure enough, it was fuel, and he saw that the thick trunk was full of holes and green smoke, and even some branches were broken, and some of them were glowing.

It was the orcs who attacked first. I saw the tree man roar angrily, pick up a boulder from the ground, and fight back. Grant didn't move. He understood that when the orcs attacked, it was an act of death to venture out to put out the fire, and he was waiting for instructions from the elf Django.

"Alright. Hurry up and put out the fire!"

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the elf's shrill voice to be heard. Grant quickly threw down his shield and lifted the bucket to the tree man.

"He's saying thank you!"

The treant groaned in comfort, and the branches swayed as if to reach out to shake Grant's hand. At some point, Django crouched down on the branch again, and he drew his bow and released an arrow, while he turned back to explain what the tree man meant. As an elf, he can communicate with the treants.

"He said, you don't have to be afraid! The smasher has already been killed by him!"

Grant was bold, leaned out and looked down, and sure enough, there was a broken wooden frame hundreds of meters away, which must be the remains of the smasher.

"Damn the smasher!

Grant spat hatefully over there, expressing his disdain. These smasculators have killed many of their fellow workers these days.

Grant waited a long time, but as a result, a new attack did not come.

"Django, you're standing tall, what the hell is going on?"

Under normal circumstances, the orcs are always in waves, but today is very abnormal, so far Grant has not seen a single orc climb the city wall!

Django's expression was also strange.

"Strange! The orc army is moving. Oh no, they're trying to retreat!"

As he spoke, Django danced and almost fell from the treetops, if it weren't for the treeman's cooperation.

"It's really retreating! We're victorious! It's really over, man!"

Django jumped over and grabbed Grant's shoulder with a hard slap. The battle in the past few days has made the two of them form a deep friendship.

Is it really over?

Grant was stunned, unable to believe his ears.

But a great cheer suddenly erupted from the city walls, almost toppling the sky.

"Victory, we victory!"

Countless people began to cheer, frantically ripping off their hats and even clothes, and throwing them into the air.

It was only by this time that Grant finally understood.

It's all over!(To be continued.) )