"It's Raymond's subordinate, the guy named Hillis. Goodwin said, "Didn't you leave your tribe for him?" ”

Even though Ashta's personality was indifferent, she was still caught off guard by these words. Elves don't talk to each other like that, and this is the first time Ehita has ever met someone so direct.

"You... What do you mean by that?" Ahita said, surprised.

Goodwin touched his chin and said, "I'm listening to Harlot... Well, it's the guy under Raymond who looks quite mighty, but in fact, he is greedy for life and afraid of death. It is said that Shirness begged you for a long time before you left the Jed Forest with him. ”

"But I'm strange, since that's the case, you didn't talk much when you were together, and you don't seem to miss him very much when this kid leaves, are you elves like this?"

Akhta didn't know what Harlot had told Goodwin, but it was clear that he had sold Sylnis, and that he had exaggerated and distorted a lot.

However, the indifferent Ashita didn't know how to explain it to Goodwin, so she had to say, "No, the patriarch won't leave the forest, so I decided to do my part to fight the undead." ”

"Strange, it doesn't seem to be the same as what I heard. Goodwin sighed, "So, do you like him?"

Like his appearance, this heroic old man didn't know what euphemism was, and no matter how calm Ahita was, he couldn't resist it.

However, she didn't divert the topic, or ask Goodwin why he asked, but thought about it very seriously, and then said honestly: "I, I don't know what to do." He's a very special elf, unlike anyone I've ever seen before. ”

"That's because he grew up in humans, and of course it's different. Goodwin said. Naturally, Harlot also told Goodwin about Shirness's life experience.

"Not really. Ahita shook her head, "Hilnis has a spirit and will that our elves don't have. If we are twilight, then he is the midday sun. This... It appeals to me. ”

"I don't know what level of affection you mean by liking, but my departure from Jed Forest this time may also include his factor. ”

Ahita seemed to say a lot in this reply, but she didn't seem to say anything. And Hilnis, who is far away in Grayling Town, naturally doesn't know that an old man who has no deep friendship is concerned about his emotional affairs.

"Still incomprehensible. Goodwin shook his head in confusion, "You elves never seem to be willing to make things clear. ”

Then he said cautiously: "It must be strange for an old man of mine to say these things, right?"

Aishta nodded earnestly, "Yes." I don't understand why you're telling me this. ”

This can be regarded as elven direct, in a sense, the old and the young really complement each other. Belch... In fact, if you dig deeper, the old side should be Ahita.

Hearing Aishta's words, Goodwin smiled to himself, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but at the end there was only a long sigh: "Alas, it's old." ”

Despite being one of the top five in Veronica, Goodwin is an old man with a white beard after all. After this injury. The severe physical injury also affected his spirit, which caused Goodwin, who was always generous and fierce, to have emotional fluctuations.

In short, it is to become soft-hearted.

Goodwin pursued swordsmanship all his life, and he was alone in old age. Normally, he didn't think much of it, but after this injury, Ehita took good care of him, so that Goodwin didn't know it. developed a fatherly affection for her.

Plus staying in the city of Ferredon with nothing to do, under the boredom. Goodwin also became gossipy and began to care about the relationship between Ehita and Sylnis.

Maybe he didn't realize it himself, he already had a warm affection for Ashta, and caring for Ekhita was more like the elders were checking the feelings of the younger ones. Naturally, Ahita, who doesn't understand the world, won't find out what's going on.

That's why the two had the conversation just now.

Facing Ahta's utterly bewildered gaze. Goodwin muttered, "No, when they come back, it looks like I'll have to ask that kid Hellness, you two can't always go on like this." ”

Just when Goodwin had set a goal for himself, suddenly. A soldier rushed in: "Lord Goodwin, Miss Aishta, no, no, there are undead outside the city!"

At the head of the city of Ferredon, the defenders looked at the army of the undead outside the city, all with a look of deep fear.

After Raymond took the large army, there were only a small number of defenders in the city of Ferredon, except for the wounded. Therefore, despite the height of the walls of Ferredon, the hundreds of lonely people standing at the top of the wall showed a sense of loneliness.

A short time later, Goodwin and Ehita, who had received the report, hurried to the city walls. When they saw the army of the undead outside the city, the two were also surprised.

There weren't many undead outside the city compared to before, but what was shocking was that there were many high-level undead among them.

In addition to a few skeleton archers and zombies, the army of the dead is full of dozens of ghouls, a row of corpse witches, and most terrifyingly, three necromantic knights.

In terms of proportion, this is simply unprecedented.

For the city of Freedon, which had only a few hundred defenders, such a force was enough to make them despair. And the defenders on the city wall were indeed like this, all of them were pale, and they almost sat down on the ground.

It's no wonder that they, except for the shock of the opponent's powerful forces... Those dozens of ghouls alone were enough to make an ordinary soldier crumble. What's more, after Raymond took away the elite, the people who stayed behind to defend the city were some relatively poor soldiers, most of whom were the militia of the former Ferredon, and they were not qualified in terms of combat power or fighting spirit.

After observing for a moment, Goodwin calmly said, "When did they appear?"

An officer said boldly: "Not long ago, the soldiers on guard suddenly discovered that the undead army had come outside the city. ”

It was still afternoon, and they did not hide, choosing to attack at the night that was most favorable to them, which showed that the other party knew very well that Ferredon had no troops and could easily take the city.

"I—what are we going to do?" A soldier said with a stunned expression.

His mood quickly infected the others, and almost all the soldiers were whispering in private, and the morale of the city was low to the valley.

"We... Let's run away. An officer said in a trembling voice.

His words were echoed by the vast majority of people: "That's right, we definitely can't hold it, let's run away." ”

"There are no people in the city anyway. It would be better to take the city back in the future. ”

"Lord Raymond won't blame us. ”

......

As soon as this opening was opened, everyone made excuses for abandoning the city. As long as one person moves, they will all flee.

At this moment, Goodwin snorted and immediately overpowered everyone's voices.

Goodwin is one of Veronica's top five and is extremely revered. Therefore, although he was not from Headington, the soldiers who stayed behind unwittingly looked up to him.

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Goodwin's voice, the soldiers all fell silent and looked at Goodwin with an uneasy expression.

Slowly glanced at everyone. Goodwin said in a deep voice: "Now in the city of Ferredon, in addition to us, there are many wounded and medical personnel. Those are your companions who have fought with you. ”

"Have you ever wondered what will happen to the city of Ferredon once it is taken by those undead?"

"But even if we stay, we won't be able to hold it either. A soldier shouted.

"But at least you fought. Didn't abandon his companions!" Goodwin exclaimed, "If you escape today, you will be sending those wounded soldiers to the undead with your own hands." Even if you can survive for a while. When Lord Raymond returns, will you be able to escape the punishment of military law, and will you be able to escape the condemnation of conscience in the next life?"

"Not only you, but your families will always be disgraced by today's cowardice. Are you willing to do that?"

As soon as these words came out, many people fell silent. However, when he saw the terrifying army of the undead outside the city, the morale that had been finally gathered collapsed again.

"But. There is no chance of winning such a battle, are we really going to wait here to die?"

"It is said that if you die at the hands of the undead, your soul will always be imprisoned by them, and your corpse will be made into a zombie. ”

"I... I think it's better to run away. ”

......

"A bunch of cowards!" Goodwin angrily rebuked, "If you are a soldier in battle, you will inevitably die." If Ferredon is an empty city, forget it. It is a despicable act that you can never wash away by leaving your wounded companions behind in this way and fleeing for your own lives. ”

"Even if you die here today, at least you have done your duty, and in the future there will be people who will remember your bravery, not cowardice. ”

As he spoke, Goodwin drew his sword and thrust it into the city wall: "Whoever wants to be a coward, even if he escapes, I will fight here." At least no one can hurt the wounded soldiers until I fall!"

"I will fight with you. Ehita, who had been silent, said lightly.

Goodwin is the strongest swordsman, but he is willing to protect the wounded soldiers who are unknown and unknown. And the beautiful Ehita, a spirit who was privately regarded as a goddess by the soldiers, also showed fearless courage.

The bravery of the two finally touched everyone, soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, an officer gritted his teeth and drew his sword: "I will also fight with you!"

"Me too!"

"And me!"

For a while, the infected soldiers drew their weapons one after another and made a declaration of death.

"Fight, fight, until the last moment!"

Whew...

Bone arrows flew down from the sky, shooting towards the head of the city of Ferredon. As always, the undead attack kicked off with a skeleton archer.

The defenders raised their shields and crouched under the arrows of the wall, and the bone arrows struck the wall one after another, making a crackling sound.

The enemy army did little damage due to the small number of skeleton archers and the defensive advantage of the defenders.

The undead probably saw this as well, so the skeleton archers quickly stopped firing. Then there was a thump of footsteps, and a huge ghoul was dispatched.

Dozens of gigantic ghouls slowly walked towards the city of Ferredon, their bodies pieced together from the fragments of corpses, and their bodies emitted a foul stench. Coupled with the huge size, it is enough to give people a huge shock.

"Don't be afraid, the walls of Ferredon are our greatest help. Goodwin shouted to the crowd, "We can definitely hold it!"

By this time, Aishta had shot two magic arrows in quick succession. In a loud explosion, a large hole was blown out of the chest of one ghoul, and the right leg of another ghoul was blown off. fell to the ground.

And the archers who mustered up their courage also shot at the approaching ghouls. However, ordinary arrows do not do much to them, and even if they are full of arrows, they cannot stop their progress.

Soon, the ghouls came to the city walls. Since Freyden is one of the largest cities in Ravite, the city is well defended and the walls are extremely high, so the ghouls can only reach the top of the wall, which can't help but greatly limit their combat power.

Due to the huge ghouls, only the head of the wall is above the shoulder. The shock was much less, and the soldiers mustered up their courage and rushed towards them with their swords.

The ghouls barely stretched out their arms and swept back and forth across the walls, and from time to time soldiers were swept off the walls. But many more bravely rushed forward and slashed at their disgusting bodies.

The sound of killing on the city wall shook the sky, and both sides did their best to launch a stubborn fight.

Goodwin was armed with a heavy sword and stood guard in the middle of the wall. Wherever there was a weakness in the defenses, he would rush to help. With his powerful swordsmanship that far surpasses everyone else. Gave the ghoul a huge blow.

A ghoul swung its arm at Goodwin, who ducked his head to avoid the attack. Then he stood up, taking advantage of the ghoul's attack, and slashed at its shoulder with his sword.

As Goodwin took a deep breath and poured his fighting qi into the heavy sword, the sword body immediately lit up with a dazzling green glow. With the scorching heat emanating from the blade of the sword. His sword slashed into the ghoul's body like butter, and unloaded his arm with a sword down his shoulder.

The ghoul let out a roar and leaned back, and Goodwin jumped on his chest and slashed off the ghoul's head with a single sword. The headless ghoul fell backwards with its back to the sky. Knocked over another ghoul by the way.

Goodwin jumped onto the wall, and his courageous actions immediately drew cheers from all around, and morale soared. However, Goodwin's expression after killing the ghoul was not relaxed, and he quickly turned his back, his face pale and clutching his chest.

From his clothes, a trail of blood oozed faintly. Apparently, the fight left his wounds torn again.

While Goodwin was in power, Aishta was not idle. The beautiful female elf stood on the roof of the castle tower, firing magic arrows one after another.

Bundles of arrows trailing red light were fired at the ghouls, each explosion opening a large hole in them, and with the cooperation of the soldiers, several ghouls had been completely knocked down.

Her presence boosted the morale of the defenders, and every time Ahita fired an arrow, it drew a loud cry, and with this unyielding fighting spirit, hundreds of defenders held out in the face of dozens of ghouls.

However, the undead army was far from the most attacking. Seeing that the ghoul couldn't attack for a long time, the corpse witch, who had not moved, began to act.

I saw these skeletons in wizard robes raise the staff in their hands, and with their movements, green air beams flew out and flew towards the city.

Corpse witches don't have direct lethality, but the poisonous gas they emit is a very troublesome thing. Although there were not many corpse witches who came this time, it was more than enough to deal with a few hundred defenders, and once the poisonous gas enveloped the city walls, it would bring huge casualties.

The best way to deal with the poisonous fog is to blow them away with wind magic. Aishta did the same, only to see her carry the elven longbow behind her, and then intently recite the elven incantation.

At this time, the poisonous gas had hit the wall one after another, and then a cloud of poisonous mist exploded, and dozens of soldiers who bore the brunt of it were immediately poisoned and fell, and the others quickly covered their noses and fled.

The poison gas caused considerable confusion on the defenders, and many people had to take refuge to safety. Ghouls took advantage of the opportunity to attack, and some even tried to climb the walls.

Goodwin slashed off half of a ghoul's head with a sword when several beams of poison gas shot at him. He snorted contemptuously, and with a wave of the sword in his hand, the fighting spirit was forced, and the poisonous gas was shaken away without a trace.

However, although the fighting spirit could protect him from harm, it could not cover other soldiers, and the chaos on the city wall became more and more chaotic. Goodwin couldn't help but look up at Aishta.

Aishta seemed to be preparing a powerful spell, still gathering it after all this time, and strong winds swirled around her.

The enemy also spotted the female elf on the castle tower, and the skeleton archer's bone arrows were all fired at her at once, and several corpse witches also aimed the poison gas at her.

However, due to the strong wind outside Ahita's body, the bone arrows lost their accuracy. The poisonous fog was also helpless against her.

After a few moments, Aishta's eyes snapped open, and the wind that was wrapped around her body suddenly became stronger, and a gust of wind immediately blew on the city walls.

The wind was so strong that it swept across the city walls, sweeping away the poisonous mist that permeated everywhere. Then, under the control of Aishta, the strong wind condensed into a tornado, and swept towards the army of the undead like a poisonous snake.

The tornado was like lightning. A strong wind howled through the air, and all the poisonous gas launched by the corpse witches into the air was blown away, and then the wind rushed straight down towards the group of corpse witches.

I didn't expect that the enemy would be able to fight back from such a distance, and it was too late for the slow-moving corpse witch to disperse. I heard a loud bang, and the condensed pillar of wind smashed to the ground, and in an instant, an unrivaled wind blew away.

Several corpse witches were directly swept into the air, and the others were also blown out of the distance in the strong wind, and the corpse witches who posed the greatest threat to the city wall immediately collapsed. It will be difficult to carry out attacks in the short term.

This scene immediately drew thunderous cheers from the defenders, and all the soldiers praised their goddess of the battlefield. Although the strength of the enemy army is huge. However, since the beginning of the war, it is the defenders who have the upper hand.

Despite his success in defeating the Witch, Aishta's condition was not good. The continuous use of magic arrows had consumed a lot of her mana, and the use of such powerful wind magic had made Ashta feel extremely tired.

When she regained her longbow. The hand pulling the string began to tremble involuntarily. Feeling dizzy in her head, Aishta knew that she had consumed too much mental power, and she was afraid that it would be difficult to use magic arrows in a short period of time.

Due to the huge difference in strength between the two sides, the defenders of Fereden relied entirely on excessive attrition to maintain their current advantage. But the undead still have more than they can do. They haven't even dispatched the most terrifying necromantic knights.

Goodwin was well aware of his plight, but the defenders were second-rate soldiers except for him and Ashta, which put the burden of defense entirely on the two of them.

Now Aishta is exhausted, and Goodwin... He silently glanced at his chest, where the blood stains were getting bigger and bigger, and every time he used his fighting energy, the power of the necromancy would churn through his body, which made Goodwin gradually start to feel powerless.

How long can it last?

Just as this question crossed Goodwin's mind, an exclamation sent his heart to the bottom again.

"Those ghouls are attacking the gates!"

Boom... Boom... Boom...

A heavy thud rang out from under the city walls, and it was the ghouls attacking the gates with all their might.

Due to the lack of defenders and the various supplies to defend the city, hundreds of people could not stop the ghouls at all, and could only watch them continue to crash against the city gates.

As the ghoul's huge body continued to collide, the unguarded city gate continued to concave and deformed, and every loud bang seemed to knock on everyone's hearts.

During this time, Ehita tried to attack the ghoul who slammed into the city gate, but she was exhausted and nearly collapsed to the ground after releasing only one magic arrow. This made Ehita dare not attack reluctantly, and quickly concentrated to recover his magic power for the rest of the battle.

At this time, the defenders, who understood that it was pointless to defend the city walls, came to the bottom and formed a formation in front of the city gate, led by Goodwin. Once the gates are breached, this is the place where the final battle will be held.

Watching the tall gates gradually deform in the impact, and the ugly bodies of ghouls could already be seen in the cracks, the intense fear made the morale of the defenders extremely low.

"END... It's over, we're really going to die here. A soldier muttered with chattering teeth.

His fear was contagious to the others, many of whom began to tremble, gasping for air, their dry throats forcing them to swallow constantly, and many of them could barely hold their weapons.

Goodwin slept his heavy sword and turned to look at the terrified soldiers. The gates of the city that were about to be breached vibrated behind him with a loud bang.

Goodwin turned a deaf ear to this, and he just slowly swept his gaze over the soldiers. Seeing him so calm, the frightened soldier regained his senses a little. (To be continued......)