"Boom-!!!" Fireballs mixed with enduring smoke fell from the sky, screams that tore through the air fell from the sky, and then exploded in flames on the walls and towers of Fort Clarion, each blow causing the besieged castle to shake violently, rubble, dust, and falling from the walls, even inside the castle could be felt violently.

The fleet anchored on the outskirts of the island had already taken control of the sea behind the castle, and at all times trebuchets threw huge fireballs at the castle - although most of these fireballs did not actually hit the walls, they still threatened the Turin soldiers stationed in the castle at all times.

"Be careful on top of your head, don't show your head on the city walls!" Blake Hubble, the knight of the sacred tree standing at the gate of the Inner Fort, roared hoarsely, his body covered in blood and sweat, which had already been dyed red bandages on his body, "Hurry up and carry the wounded brothers into the castle!"

The hall that was originally used to entertain guests and hold banquets was completely turned into a ward for the wounded - taking advantage of the other side's attack, the soldiers of Turin hurried to rescue those who were still alive, like butchers more than like doctors, sweating profusely to clean the wounds of the brothers next to them, and then bandage them simply.

Although most of the people in this castle are half-life veterans, whether they are mercenaries or eastern sergeants, this does not mean that they are doctors. Except for some simple methods and earthworks, they can only do nothing on the side.

In the corner of the castle, two trembling veterans were guarding an incomparably huge tong pot, looking at the bubbling black viscous liquid inside "Gooo Goo~" in a daze, and even hid to the side with some fear, as if worried about whether this thing would explode.

There was also a panting silver blood mercenary sitting next to him, and there was a deep wound on his right arm that was visible to the bone, and the rotten flesh on it was even beginning to chew raw. The delicate little doll-like girl sitting across from him slowly stretched out her weak, boneless white hand and smeared a little black liquid on it.

I don't know why this strong man, who seems to be able to pinch the little girl's head with the palm of his hand, suddenly gritted his teeth, and his body was so tense that even the green tendons were about to burst out.

"Ahh!!!h

The little girl gently removed her little hand, and the strong man's tattered wound was healed in an instant—although it left a rather ugly scar, as if it had been burned by the fire. The strange sarcoma was mixed with the remnants of several bloody ** together.

"Okay, get up quickly, there's someone behind!" the little girl waved her hand angrily, as if she were driving away some disgusting bedbug: "It's so ugly, it's worse than Gratoni's hungry scream." ”

The mercenary man's face turned red with excitement all of a sudden, and he glared at the little girl fiercely through gritted teeth. In the end, he left with a muffled grunt, giving up his seat to another guy behind him.

If someone else dared to speak like that, the mercenary man would have drawn his knife and cut it down, even if it was Lord Edward's maid or something - but if he did this here, the only end would be to be chopped into meat sauce by others.

For Miss Angela, the personal maid of Venerable Lord Edward Witwood, was the only doctor in the entire Hornfort, and a wizard who knew Dominic magic and apothecary. Based on this alone, even if Angela wanted him to kneel down and "apologize", the mercenary had no second choice but to do so.

With her excellent "medical skills" and magic that can be called resurrection, the little maid Angela quickly gathered a huge reputation in the castle, and even Blake Hubble, who had always wondered why Edward would bring a little girl here, began to respect this little girl, if it weren't for her, the number of people still alive in this hall would have been reduced by a dozen more.

Although the process of healing will be extremely painful, even these veterans who have fought for half their lives on the battlefield can't bear it - but as long as they can live, who cares if it hurts when they go back?

Only Edward knew what Angela was using to treat the soldiers - the black liquid was actually a mutated version of "Gratoni", which absorbed all kinds of nutrients from the body very quickly, corroded all the rotten flesh around the wound, and then forcibly spawned a new recovery.

It is precisely because of the process in the middle that those guys feel uncontrollable pain. As for the so-called "cure", it is nothing more than forcibly squeezing the life force in their bodies, and as the price of survival, all the cured ones will have varying degrees of loss of life.

Of course, for these Turin soldiers, even if they were told, it was not necessarily an unacceptable thing, the guys who licked the blood from the knife did not expect to live a long life, for many guys, dying on the battlefield is the best destination, lying on the bed and choking would be shameful, and it was regarded as an extremely despicable end.

Little Goodwin stood beside him, a little stunned and prepared "ointments", bandages, and soju for her...... The little waiter's stupid gaze never left Angela's silhouette, and the little girl in a maid's costume had a hint of cold arrogance at the corner of her mouth, and her petite and white calves showed a little from the bottom of her skirt, sitting on the chair and shaking it, making him look a little stunned.

"Hey, what are you doing stupidly?" Anjiera glanced back at him, "It's not going to be faster, are you going to wait until tomorrow?"

"Huh...... I'm sorry, really, really sorry!" Little Goodwin was taken aback, and after saying a few incoherent words, he hurriedly helped, and a pair of eyes on his flushed cheeks were still looking at Angela in front of him: "You, you are so ...... Terrible. ”

"What did you say?" asked Angela, annoyed.

"It's nothing, it's really nothing, I just, I just want to praise it!" Little Goodwin's mouth stopped talking for a while, and he smiled stupidly: "I just can't help but want to praise your ......"

Before he could say anything, a Turin soldier who looked even more panicked than him burst in from outside: "Lord Edward, the enemy is coming, the enemy is coming!"

"Don't be alarmed, what is it like!" Seeing the panicked appearance of the soldier in the hall, Blake Hubble shouted loudly: "Hold me down, send someone to see what is going on - blow the horn, and all those who can still stand up are ready to fight!"

"Understood!" the soldiers shouted, and dozens of veterans of the Knights, along with Blake, followed Edward up to the city wall, standing on the arrow tower and looking at the pole - a group of cavalry with banners waving their flags rushed out of the Dominica barracks, and at the front of the line, a middle-aged man in a purple coat glanced calmly at the city wall, as if he also noticed Edward who was looking at him on the wall.

"They're here to negotiate - although I don't know what the group is going to say. Edward shrugged his shoulders, "I think you're going to let us give up this Hornfort?"

"So, what are your plans?" Blake stood beside him, his deep voice inquiring, "We can't hold this castle, and it's only a matter of time before it's breached." ”

"And I'm not going to keep it forever, because that's not my job. Edward smiled, "My mission is to hold off the enemy as much as possible - the first thing to do is to figure out what our goal is. ”

"And I think if I talk to them, I might be able to hold them back a little longer. ”