The beacon tower is in the most conspicuous place, and the guards stationed at the beacon tower are not snoozes.

It's hard for them to have such a large fortress occupied by so many people, but the fact that the orcs dare to do so only shows that they are already overstretched.

When I touched the beacon tower, the cold wind of the call sign blew me cold.

I hid in the beacon tower for a while, and when I saw that it didn't work, I thought about it, should I be bold?

I stuck my axe back in and pulled out two muskets.

Feeling the wind, I guess it's really snowing. The wind whistled and drowned out the creaking footsteps of my feet on the wooden staircase.

I saw the orc above, curled up on it, and the weapon was thrown aside, and on one side there was an iron stove, and the small stove was still burning. I looked at it closely, and I wasn't asleep, but I didn't know if there was a helmet on the fur-wrapped head.

I put my musket back in my squeaky nest and put my frozen hand in the creaky nest. Two eyes are fixed on the orc above, and if it makes a rash move, I will shoot it with my gun.

Suddenly it moved, got up and looked at the tower's chin, this action is not good! Whatever the reason, whatever happened, I had to do it.

The moment I pulled out the gun, my hands trembled slightly.

The orc looked down and turned to lean over to get the axe, and I believe that was his first reaction as a warrior. But it was so nice to me that it showed its face in front of me as it twisted around.

Now is the time!

I pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The powerful recoil delivered a deadly bullet. The orc threw his head back and fell straight back.

I dare to rush forward, for fear there is another one. But it was itself. The firewood on the beacon tower is not a little bit, so that people dozens of kilometers away can see how much firewood and how much smoke is coming out.

I leaned over the beacon and looked down, the response of the gun should have attracted the attention of those around me, and if it didn't, it was already attacking.

But I can't seem to leave this place, and if the two orcs come again, they will have to be set on fire. The urine in my bladder can't pour out the firewood, and now I don't have any urine, so it's better to tear down the stairs than to prevent the orcs from coming up.

I picked up the axe from the ground and slashed it against the wooden staircase.

Tear down one section, and then another, and I was worried that the orcs would be in trouble if they all jumped high like antelopes, so I cut two more sections. In order to ensure that the orcs could not come up completely, I set the stairs below the beacon on fire.

Just as I was waiting for the fire to burn, I heard urgent footsteps outside. I quickly pressed my body behind the door. The orc broke in directly, and when it saw that the fire was directly pounced, it was about to kick the pile of ignition away, and there was no one who was so stunned! Don't you know if there's anyone else in the house first?

Of course, this is what I thought after my hammer smashed the back of its head.

The fire grew louder and louder, and I opened the door open, and the wind from outside poured in. It's like firewood in the stove, which is blown by the wind and burns even more vigorously. The fire inside the hearth is not visible from the outside, and the fire does not ignite the firewood on it. I dragged the orc to the fire, and its clothes were instantly set on fire, hoping that the fat on this creature would make the fire burn even brighter.

I left satisfied. After following the road into the fortress, I faintly heard the sound of fighting. It seems that the fight has begun.

Following the voice, I don't know how long it has been under siege, but I guess no one has cleaned it since then and no one has taken care of it, and I don't worry about an orc popping out of a room all of a sudden, no!

The sound is getting closer and closer, how can there be a sound of running? Then noisy footsteps and roars. I quickly ducked to the side, it was a group of orcs.

They hurried in one direction, and I guess the dozen orcs were enough to beat them. But it's not impossible to kill a few people in this black-lit place.

I followed them.

After they took a detour, I realized that they were trying to outflank the nineteen brothers!

Well...... OK! This brain is still a little wise! The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, and now it's time for me to be the yellow finch.

I inserted my weapon back and pulled out my bow and arrow. Happily releasing cold arrows behind people's backs is a pleasant thing for both body and mind.

I can't shoot them, I know, but I can distract them from the pressure on the brothers who came up with me.

I don't shoot my head, so what is the accuracy of shooting my head at this time? What's more, who in this group of guys doesn't wear helmets!

It's more than enough to shoot through their armor at such a close distance, but what makes them most uncomfortable is shooting their back vest and waist, especially the back waist.

Because it will make them very painful, very uncomfortable, and affect their movement, but they can't reach it on their own.

After shooting five in a row, I was finally spotted by them. I stepped back, put my bow away, drew two weapons, and struck the orcs who lunged at me.

Running and fighting in the corridor, easily solving the two, I joined the front melee again. It's not whack-a-mole, but I'm happy to use a hammer to get them to lie down quickly as they wander behind them.

Saidan was definitely the main force in this, his height was not below the orcs at all, he roared angrily, although he had lost that brilliance on his body at this time, but the hammer he picked up made the orcs dare not step forward.

I don't know what happened to Reggie below.

Destroy the enemies behind, and we will press the orcs in the corridor in front of us. At this point, I wish there was a fire oil bottle or something. But now we can only fight this kind of war with them.

Seeing that I couldn't squeeze in, I pulled out my musket. Gragging the curtain next to me, I stood on the windowsill and knocked one down with one shot. The spewed flames not only startled the orcs on the other side, but also made our warriors shudder.

This was followed by a second shot.

Hurry up and reload, two more shots.

It's much faster than they can smash with a hammer, and they can shoot in crowded corridors with their eyes closed.

After I fired twelve bullets and knocked down twelve people, they finally knew how good I was. The orcs would subconsciously shrink their necks every time I jumped up, and no one knew whose face I would shoot me.

There was a slashing sound downstairs, and it seemed that the downstairs was going well and had been cleaned up.

Hearing that the reinforcements had arrived, these guys burst out with a strong roar again, and this guy was already covered in blood, and he burst out with a strong holy light again, one by one, and the orcs behind had already seen our people kill from behind and suddenly let go.

As soon as the back is relaxed, the front must retreat, a chain reaction. These dozens of guys in the hallway were pushed back by us. They want to turn around and run, and if they don't look back, they won't die so quickly, as long as they turn around, they will be knocked down by a hammer.

When the two of us converged, almost everyone was a red blood man. The orcs broke up, and they literally opened the door of the fortress and fled. As soon as the orcs who reported to the fortress behind came out of the fortress, they were torn apart by more than twenty griffons lying outside the door.

After basically occupying this place, we hurriedly sealed the north and south exits of the fortress. In case of a breach, we searched the arsenal in the fortress. To my delight, there was not only oil but also shells and gunpowder.

After a battle last night, more than 40 brothers were seriously injured and died. More than thirty injuries are still quite ruthless. Except for me, everyone more or less hung up the lottery.

Several paladins healed the wounded, picked up the broken places, stopped bleeding where they were broken, and moved where they couldn't move. That's the only thing the paladins can do right now.

Although not completely cured, this is already a miracle.

For the defense of the northern exit of the fortress, we only erected two small cannons. And the side of the south gate to meet the orc army has all the available cannons ready to use.

This whole morning and a whole morning are not idle at all, we are constantly carrying supplies, this will be a little tired, and we may not have to die.

The griffons had recovered a little after a night's rest, and I thought the beasts would eat the flesh of the orcs, but they didn't even look at it. So we had to feed them the meat left behind by the orcs.

After lunch, we were already tired and about to lie down. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Awakened by a sudden start, we immediately threw ourselves into the battle, but instead of the attack at the south gate, the orcs from the north exit came to patrol. Shoot it directly.

There was no danger, I rubbed my dry eyes, smashed my mouth, and went to find water. It's already dusk, and I don't know if Lothar's attack is going well or not.

Yawning as he walked around the fortress. It's a big place. In the past, I used to look from the outside, but at most I passed through the tunnel below, and I couldn't see anything. Now when I get to the top, I find that this group of copperbearded dwarves still knows how to live.

At least the dwarves here are quite good at living, there are tapestries of various patterns on the walls, there are all kinds of decorations, and there is even a carpet on the floor, although I don't know which country this thing was shipped from, but it is a miracle that it can appear here.

I wandered around at a leisurely pace, trying to find something good. It doesn't seem very authentic, but I don't think it's stealing.

Until I heard the cannon fire, I rushed out of the house, and the orcs called!

But when I rushed to the bunker below, I found that it was the orcs from the northern bunker who had discovered the wrong thing and came to look for someone, but two of them were killed by Iron Mountain's cannon, and the rest fled quickly.

After nightfall, we squatted behind the muzzle of the gun and chatted, and I felt that it was the first time in a long time that I felt how beautiful it was to be alive after the war, and it was also the feeling of being grounded in a long time. It's also very free.

I love the feeling.

At least I feel like they're ...... Not alone.