Half an hour later!

When Ellie leads an army into the city.

"Go ahead with the plan!"

She immediately said a word to the half-elf leader, and then scattered forward with the shadow swordsman.

Target!

Over there is a wall of bones.

She didn't need to be reminded to tell where the Vikings were.

As for seeing that Zhao Hao's situation was unfavorable, Ellie didn't seem to see it.

The reason is also simple, she knows what is more important.

The half-elf leader followed with the half-elf.

However, the half-elves were far away, and they had no intention of fighting with the shadow swordsman, and they were careful to protect the bottle on their belt.

The half-elves have an important task on their shoulders.

Pilot!

The Vikings relied on them to guide them out.

It's completely impossible to get the Shadow Swordsman to do this task, it's okay to fight in a class, it's completely impossible to do this.

Now you know, why Ellie led the shadow swordsmen to charge along the way, and the half-elf archers followed far behind, right?

The Half-Elven Archers must be protected so that they can take the Vikings away.

As for those bottles?.

It is also a must-have for this operation.

When the Shadow Swordsmen used the shadows to jump, quickly clear the guards around the bone wall, and quickly open the city gate, the half-elves rushed in, leaving the Shadow Swordsmen outside to block the cultists' counterattack.

"This...!"

"It's miserable!"

"It's terrible, isn't it?"

…

A half-elf sighed in a low voice.

In this wide area surrounded by walls of white bones, the ground is densely packed with countless 'dried corpse'-like figures, coupled with the silent and dead air, it makes people feel like they have come to a cemetery.

Vikings!

That's right, these are the Vikings who lie like dried corpses.

In order to prevent them from making trouble, the cultists directly used the simplest method.

Hunger!

Let it be so hungry that it doesn't even have the strength to move, so naturally there is no way to resist.

Even if you can get away with it, with such a weak body, there is only one way to die, which can be called the perfect management method.

Breeding = Captivity!

That's a really apt word.

"Okay, didn't you already explain before you came, no matter what you see, be calm, and take action for me!"

The half-elf leader scolded his men, then walked over to a tall, skinny Viking man in the center and crouched down.

From the belt bottle, a drop of green liquid was poured into the other person's mouth.

Fruity and winey, intense aromas.

That's right!

It's the green scale wine.

Remember the attributes?

Blue Liquor [Blue Boutique]: A supreme delicacy brewed by Poison Fly King using the Scaly Fruit, which can quickly enhance the physical quality of non-player characters and increase poison resistance, with an interval of one week, and it is invalid to use it many times during this period.

Good stuff born specifically for the Aborigines.

That is, players can't use it, otherwise Zhao Hao would have drunk it as a drink a long time ago.

Enhancing the quality of the body, in fact, is to strengthen the body, but the effect is mild, which is its precious place, if it takes effect instantly, it may not be surprising that it will explode the user.

Feeding only one drop is also because the Vikings can't afford it at this stage, and a bottle is wasted, not to mention, it is equivalent to murder.

In fact, the stamina potion refined by Turing was enough to allow the weakened Vikings to quickly recover their physical strength.

And the price of physical strength potion is not worth mentioning at all compared to the blue scale wine.

The problem is quantity!

Hundreds of thousands of Vikings, even if Turing can refine physical potions in batches, he is far from being able to make so many.

That's why Zhao Hao asked the half-elves to bring the blue scale wine to use as a physical strength potion + nutrition.

At the very least, if you want to restore the Vikings' mobility, you can't let them carry them onto the ship, right?.

"Hah...!" , the tall Viking who drank a drop of turquoise seemed to want to speak, but because he had not spoken for too long and was weak, he was hoarse.

"We are the Stormlords, entrusted by your Prince Curry to save you!"

The Half-Elf Leader stated his identity and purpose.

"Cowardly... Husband! ”

The other party's eyes flashed with hatred, and he spit out these two words hatefully.

It seems that Curry, who fled three years ago, has no prestige in the eyes of the Vikings at all.

But for the Stormlords, as long as they use their identity to make the Vikings understand that the Stormlords are not enemies.

"Are you going to stay here and be sacrificed, or are you willing to come with us?"

The Half-Elf Leader asked.

"And what price do we have to pay?"

The Viking was in much better shape at this time, not only did his face become rosy at a visible rate, but his body also recovered as if he were inflated.

The effect of the green scale wine is so exaggerated.

At this time, you can see that the other party is at least two meters three or more tall, and ordinary people need to look up when standing in front of each other.

Vikings!

But if you don't have this kind of physique, you can't survive in the extremely cold zone.

"Some of the prime-aged men fight for the lord, and the rest can live in the Storm Lord, and they also need to work!"

The head of the half-elf regiment answered according to Zhao Hao's explanation in advance.

Loyalty is such a thing, the Vikings can't give it easily, and they can't believe it if they promise it easily, so they take another approach.

Trade!

The Storm Leader rescued the men and let some of the adult men fight for Zhao Hao, while the rest worked on the island.

In other words, the player will definitely spray him to death, and it's not enough to make people die, but also to be a cow and a horse for you?.

But for the Vikings it was different.

No matter how miserable and tired you are in the future, it can't be worse than being raised in captivity as a sacrifice, right? .

"It's a fair deal, I, Beo, on behalf of all my compatriots, promise that as long as you fulfill your promise, we will shed the last drop of blood for the storm!"

Standing up slowly, the strong Viking man who was like a wall responded.

He saw the tragic end of the clansmen in the past few years, and knew that if he didn't seize this last opportunity, then everyone would be killed as sacrifices.

"You're Beo!"

The half-elf leader said in surprise.

Because he didn't expect that he was so lucky, he picked the other party with one pick.

The First Viking Warrior!

The gold content is completely understood.

"Yes, but you don't have to expect me to have much strength, my strength is far less than before!"

Beo was not surprised that he was recognized, because the coward in Curry was his disciple, and if the other party was commissioned by him, he would naturally have heard his name.

"Alright, now you are responsible for calming everyone, and you will follow our guidance and leave!"

The half-elf leader motioned for the other party to appease the Vikings who had drunk the Emerald Wine and were rapidly recovering from their state.

A drop of it will not only make it weak, but at least it will restore its basic mobility.

Just as the half-elves were in action, Ellie had already led the Shadow Swordsmen to slaughter all the cultists on this side of the Bone Wall.

The number of opponents is not large, and at the same time, the strength is not strong, so it is naturally impossible to survive in the face of thousands of shadow swordsmen.

And after taking out the enemy, she defended the area.

She has only one mission, to protect the half-elves to receive the Vikings, which is why she turned a blind eye to the situation on Zhao Hao's side.

On the other side of the square!

Zhao Hao withdrew his gaze from the wall of white bones and let go of the worry in his heart.

Now that Ellie's side has protected the target, she can shoot without hesitation.

"Stop!"

He motioned for Freya and Ellie to come and join her.

Hearing the order, Freya fought hard to take a large number of attacks and forced her way out of the altar.

Fida stopped the killing and leaned in.

"Stop!"

The bishop on the altar also gave the order.

That's when he noticed something unusual.

I fought here for more than half an hour, but there were no reinforcements.

If he was a brainless man, he would definitely not think much about it, but the problem was that he could become a bishop, how could his brain be bad, so he would stop fighting.

The fierce fighting stopped, and then a confrontation formed in the square.