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As more and more knights flocked to the walls, this ridiculous battle seemed to be finally on the verge of an end.

"What idiots are these men of yours...... Can't there be someone with outstanding ability? Isn't it waiting to die if you hand over all your weapons? Ah, hell, you don't have to worry about us at this time, go and catch those leaders, as long as you catch their heads, they'll be equal to us, right?"

Baroque?Nightrain snorted dissatisfiedly. Then he shook his head, and the ropes and chains that he had tied around his proud beard made him grin a little with every movement, but even then he did not give up his words: "These fools, cowards! ”

Of course, this assessment of the dwarves is not very fair......

In Burgundy, there are actually not many people who can really be called combat power, they are the veteran mercenaries among the half-elves, experienced and well-equipped. But the number is too scarce. And this state of affairs in front of them really overwhelmed them - as mercenaries, they naturally didn't care about the death of some people, but now that they are the city's city guards, this new identity has given them too many worries, the leader has become a hostage, and in the face of an invincible enemy, they seem to have to choose to lay down their weapons in panic.

And their choice completely affected the city guards who had not been trained for a long time. In fact, the mentality of these people is not mature, and the ten days of training are just Cheng Dù who can face the enemy and wield a sword, and can draw a longbow and shoot arrows without being injured by the bowstring.

The dwarves' complaints don't stop there. But the babbling was obviously unpleasant, especially when the dwarf's mouth was not far from a pair of sensitive ears.

"They are not the culprit. And you can't let them go to death. Meliane on the side finally couldn't help but speak.

"What do you mean? Little white face, you mean it's me who caused trouble? Damn, after all, it wasn't you who gave that guy an arrow and let him go? If we arrest him, we will have a bit of trouble digging holes and burying people now, how can we get into this picture of a wolf......! This damn chain, the dwarven uncle's beard has just been greased, let it be ruined, bastard!"

Baroque yelled, but he quickly lowered his voice.

Or maybe it was the rope on his companion's body that reminded him. Their situation was really not good—a leather cord mixed with cow tendon tied them firmly to the wooden shelves at the head of the city. The man who bound them seemed to be a veteran of the situation, and even the dwarves' strange powers could not break free, and the thing that was originally the base of the trebuchet was built to resist the reaction force.

So the wise dwarf knew that it was best not to be too conspicuous - shouting at this time would not show any heroism. It's just a matter of getting yourself sinned, and those damned humans don't have a shortage of rags on hand, and at worst, they have socks or panties...... Ahem, in short, in the end, it will only make them, especially the little white face next to them, see the joke.

Calm and indifferent is the best, I don't care about a qiē, even death can be faced calmly and calmly, is the appearance of a real hero.

Baroque shook his head......

Why did so many shadows suddenly flash in my head at this time? Even the face of the main god Moradin, it can be seen that the ghost, when he left, didn't he already decide to target women, and to throw all the glory of those dwarves into the garbage heap?

But I heard that life on the continent is going to die before that. There are always some inexplicable things that come back to me, so ...... Phew!

The great Baroque Night Rain would not have died! at least not in such an inexplicable battle as a virgin!

"Delusion, it must be delusion! The jackal was raised by kobolds!" the dwarf spewed a few gulps of spittle, and then turned to his companion, who was also tied up by the five flowers: "...... Little white face, do you think we're going to die like this?"

"Maybe. In contrast to the dwarf, who was only a little quiet, the half-elf was truly silent, his gaze moving slightly around him, and his words were like gold.

"Anyway, what about the old guys, don't they come out to help at this time? at least they should come out to see what's going on, right? They have a good relationship with Edward the Kid?"

After a pause, Baroque seemed to have finally found something to comfort himself: "It is enough for one person to come out, is it because they are too old and too old to hear the commotion outside?"

"They went back to the academy the other day. We tried to telepress before the siege, but it didn't work. ”

"Cut, what a time. The dwarf blinked his small eyes and swallowed his saliva: "Or ...... What about the giants?"

"It's useless, the target is too big, before they come, these guys have already started, if they are stimulated, these people will not survive...... They have mages, giants can't rush in, and if we have news of that thing, it's a problem if it gets out. ”

"Oh, yes, that'...... What about your men? By the way, don't we still have that thing? Why don't we just have to stab these guys to death?"

"That thing seems to be gathering strength again, and now it only responds to the lord's conversations, and the language he speaks is not something we can understand, and as for my men, there are too few of them......"

"Well, Edward's boys gave me too few crossbows, and if everyone gave them one, what kind of damn wolves would they be?" The dwarf sniffled, suddenly realizing that he couldn't think of anything that would help his current situation: "Ah, hell, I forgot, you guys are too weak to use that kind of bow and crossbow." Those little human imps don't have that ability yet, ahh Damn, you guys, can you stop shouting!"

The anger in his heart made him growl.

The voice finally caught the attention of the others...... In fact, the dwarf's voice had only been 'muffled' in his own imagination, and had never been able to attract the attention of others, only because there was a higher voice, always resounding nearby, completely suppressing his noise.

“...... I want your acting city lord. And if your city guards live. Hand over all your weapons and possessions to me!"

The messenger of the wolf's claw in the distance was already shouting the same thing for the third time, the sound of magic enhancement. It rumbled like thunder.

But Burgundy is still quiet...... On the long silent street, only a faint echo echoed the shout.

"Idiot...... The people of the city are in the water designed by the great dwarf Baroque Night Rain...... No, it's a well-prepared, comfortable and sturdy underground shelter to rest, and no one will run out to respond if you shout out your throat," the dwarf who asked for no response sneered loudly:

"If you want to find them out, you can go to the entrance of the passage, but. I don't think you fools can find it, and even if you do, you won't have the courage to go in, right? There are corners there, ah, don't worry, you're going to die without any pain, after all, you can have at least five spears pierced around each corner. And I won't let you get away with it!"

"Oh, so there are such secrets?"

Zaire waved his hand, stopping the messenger from continuing to shout.

The wolf-clawed thousand people were laughing, but he didn't have to look in the mirror to know that his smile must be distorted, more ugly than crying.

Because of anger.

This damned city, these damn fools, Diao Min, would have built such a strange city, which should have a population of at least 20,000 people, but now there is no one except those who are blocked by their own men on the city walls! Not only that, but they are still resisting, and a group of knights who have just been sent into those alleys have been shot to death by that terrible cold arrow! so that they can't find even if they want to find something valuable...... And that damn national mage! She actually took the woman and the priests aside, obviously not ready to continue to support herself!

And this stupid and daring dwarf!

"What shall I do with you? or burn you with fire, or dismantle your corpses and dismantle them in pieces?" the knight's gaze swept over the two men who were tied to the wooden frame, and suddenly relaxed the frowning brow that had been furrowing, but he quickly shook his head and asked himself: "Generally, it's too boring, it's all about the methods of old sesame seeds and rotten grain." ”

"Whatever it is, I bet you won't be able to help me. ”

The dwarf shook his head as if he didn't care, his small eyes roamed his surroundings, and the feeling of frustration and despair made his voice louder and louder: "I don't look like I'm going to die, my great baroque night rain, I still have to complete the mission of the world's seeding, I still want to build a great dwarven tribe...... How can you just die like this? Besides, I have a hunch, sissy, this time we will be saved, I don't know who it is, anyway, someone will come to save us. ”

The only thing that should boast about him is Zaire's sneer.

"Well, my knights have sharp swords, and they can cut off the heads of two or three Imperial puppies in the blink of an eye on the battlefield...... Well, I must say that this one in my hand is sharper, because he was given to me by Count Rudolph, and his sword...... However, for the Imperial Dogs, I will use it, because they are barely enemies, but for you, hehe, Diao people are not human, just like you, and they usually have a bad memory, so I am used to making those who offend me suffer a little more......"

He spoke slowly, then stretched out his hand, and a knight came up and handed him something.

It was a strange thing, a bit like the masks of the nobles at balls, just simple and crude—or you could say it was an iron hoop, but with an opening in the back of his head, and a little hole in either side of the opening, and a small winch attached to it, as if the winch was twisted, and the thing tightened.

Behind him, two more knights brought a large wooden shelf, which seemed to have been made of planks taken from some of the city's buildings, and the wooden fish were simply tied tightly, revealing a round hole in the middle.

"Dwarves, look. Stay a little and I'll shove your neck into this hole in wood. Do you know what will happen in this way?

"Can't move?"

The dwarf grinded his teeth, and the damn smirk on his face made him want to bite something off it, but the cunning creature was too far away for the dwarf's neck to stick out that long.

And his outstretched neck made it convenient for the other party, and without much effort, the two knights put him on.

"That's right, you're very smart, you didn't have such a big head for nothing. Ah, that's just the beginning, though. And then what. I'm going to start twisting this winch, and ah...... The hoop will be tightened, and of course, at first, you may only feel a little tighter in your head. But soon, you'll scream. Ah, I don't think even the underground shelter you designed will be able to stop your voice from penetrating it, but don't worry, I'll turn the soundproof barrier upside down so that everyone can hear you. ”

Seeing the hateful dwarf stick his head out like a monkey, Zaire smiled excitedly and shook off what he was holding—this thing was the same thing he had been on this expedition to the Empire. Something that he accidentally found in a nobleman's house, yes, it was placed in the house of the beautiful woman he had worked all night, and the usage of the thing was casually asked by him from the mouth of one of the nobleman's butlers, but when it came to practical application, in fact, this was the first time.

But that didn't dampen his enthusiasm.

"The civilians of the city don't seem to be heeding our call. However, I don't plan on letting my men waste saliva again...... I'll leave this job to you. He said, placing the metal hoop over the dwarf's head.

Crunch, squeak.

"Of course, you don't feel anything yet, but soon you will. He shook the winch a few times, and the piece of iron was tightened over the dwarf's head, it's actually very simple, all I have to do is turn the handle of the winch, and you'll be strangled very quickly, it hurts. ”

The winch seemed to be a little rusty, so the captain of the knights, who was reluctant to bother, waved his hand and let a young man replace him.

"Soon this pain will make you cry, shout, scream, and finally, when this thing is stuck in your flesh, the blood will come out, and then you will be a little more relaxed, but do you see these two holes? At that time, your two eyeballs will 'bang' from this......" Seeing the dwarf's body tremble visibly, Zaire's face twisted happily, and let out a giggling laugh like crying: "...... It's going to fly out, and trust me, it's so fast, you can probably see yourself, okay, happy, right? I promise you can see yourself without a mirror or anything, you're probably the first dwarf on the continent to do that. ”

This intimidation is clearly effective......

The description of the knight's thousand people did not have many tricks, but the simple structure of the iron hoop made it clear at a glance, and the more you looked at it, the more you could imagine its function, the dwarf's brows were twisted together, and he stared at the human in front of him with wide eyes, and then laughed, but when he glanced at the gray iron hoop, his voice was still weak.

"You want to scare the great dwarf uncle? I, Baroque Night Rain, but from the rock family of the Smoky Mountains, short-lived humans, dwarven uncle, I have killed more people than you have ever seen! Squeak the wooden shelves and ropes!

"Let's be honest, when your eyes fly out, well, probably then there's bone slag, and this hoop will cut through your skull and tighten it in, first blood, then black bone slag, then white bone slag...... In the end, when all this is over, it will be the brain, well, the feeling of slowly flowing out should be good...... But you may not be able to see it by then. ”

He waved his hand, but turned to the side, the half-elf who didn't say a word.

"As for you...... You're good at archery, and you're shooting accurately, so I'm going to make your fingers soft first, and I'm going to be careful to break them all one by one, but before that, I'll deal with your knees first, don't worry, it's going to be quick, and I'll let my best soldiers do it. ”

The best soldiers came right away.

The creature was hunched on his back, but the knotted muscles of his whole body made him look like a coiled rock, or, a slightly shrunken inferno orangutan!

"Put him down. Let him stretch out his legs. Zaire narrowed his eyes at the look of trepidation on the half-elf's face......

The anger in my heart seemed to finally disappear, replaced by excitement, like drunkenness......

He raised his hand.

The orangutan-like knight raised his hand after him, and in his hand was a stone hammer, but it was heavy enough to catch up with a heavily armed soldier!

Then, the hands of a thousand people fell.

The muffled sound of thudding and crushing bones and flesh was accompanied by screams!

The pain of being smashed alive and smashing his legs made the screams of this human be earth-shattering, even far beyond the shouters of magic expansion, and it was so terrible that it made people's teeth ache.

Wait, humans?

Zaire Horan turned his gaze, and then he couldn't help but be stunned by the scene in his gaze - the war hammer in Old Buck's hand had fallen, and a pair of legs had been shattered accurately, and the flesh and bones had been shattered under the metal......

But......

Those legs belonged to a human ...... (To be continued......)

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