At noon, the small T-shaped square in front of the forest goods market is still full of tourists, and the lively and peaceful scene of hawkers gathering.

But after only a few hours, the sun in the sky had not even shifted by more than thirty degrees, and the peaceful atmosphere in the small square was gone.

In their place, the closed doors and windows of the shops, the neatly dressed hunters with serious expressions, and the tense and restless atmosphere that permeated the air.

The wind whined and howled, and a small amount of dust flew around the clean street.

The mocking wind and obsidian gargoyles carved from dendrobium hung silently on the roofs and under the eaves of the buildings around the small square, with only their eyes occasionally or a round, indicating to the wizards that they were not really dead creatures.

In front of the forest goods market, in the small square, the supporters who came one after another were in clear formations and clear queues.

In the center of the square, there are teams of official agencies such as the Beta Town Public Security Bureau and the Investigation Bureau of the Wizarding Alliance, and they have also built the core part of the defensive position - the runes are covered with rejecting horses, and the tower shield is glowing with cold light, and a very layered array is in front. Hunters with talisman guns scattered among them, staring closely at the gate of the forest market under the cover of their teammates.

The position looks a little thin, but it is very tough.

Under the threat of Wild Hunt and Kuroshio, the Council of Beta has received significant sponsorship from the merchant community and has purchased enough runes to cope with the current situation.

It's just that Beta Town didn't summon friendly giants and dragons to help, nor did it improvise puppets such as stone men with infinite strength and resistance to fight on the scene as cannon fodder.

According to Colmar's explanation, both the wild hunt and the Kuroshio tide will only sweep through the town like a gust of wind, and if the town keeps them out, it will be the best, and if it is not completely blocked, it will only be able to set fire to a few huts if it misses a few fire beasts to jump into the town, and the harm is limited.

But if giants or dragons are brought to their aid, no matter what the outcome, I'm afraid that the time will come for Beta to rebuild.

It's the same thing that there are no stone figures and no talismans on site, these spells are too damaging to the town, and they are only suitable for field warfare, not for the city's defensive operations.

On the left side of the official position are the centaur tribes, the minotaur tribes, the Nymphs, goblins, and the fish-man warriors of Bell Lake who have been invited to help.

The Kuroshio poses a threat not only to the town of Beta, but also to the other sapient beings that inhabit the Silent Forest. Creatures including but not limited to centaurs, minotaurs, nymphs, unicorns, and other creatures will move old and young women and children into temporary settlements at First University before the Kuroshio Tide erupts, and these creatures, as well as the warriors of the tribe, will be supplemented into defensive positions as one of the reinforcements of Beta Town.

The fishmen carried sticks on their backs, straws in their mouths, sucking the frog juice that the wizard had provided for them, and roared and walked around the front of the line with a violent expression.

Frog juice is a functional drink made from frog meat squeezed into puree, supplemented by aloe vera, honey, licorice, toad crisp, calamus, musk and other herbs, which has the effect of stimulating nerves and stimulating potential, and is a pre-war drink that fish people love very much.

The goblins were in groups of threes and fives, tinkering with their arm-thick rune cannons—of course, their hand cannons weren't much different from the wizards' large-caliber rune guns.

There are also warriors of the Centaur tribe, carrying spears and bows and arrows, and horses' hooves wrapped in shoes, walking up and down the bluestone pavement, as if beating a hurried drum, which is disturbing.

The Nymphs were different from the warriors around them, they were very beautiful, dressed in a thin light veil and surrounded by mist, forming a small six-pointed star circle, standing in the center of the position on the left. The closer the warriors got to them, the more determined their expressions became, and the stronger their fighting spirit became. They are the soul and courage of the left.

"Why don't we stand in the queue of the minotaurs!" Zhang Jixin wore fists in both hands, his burning eyes crossed the Chinese army's position, looked at the minotaurs on the left flank, and his tone was full of regret: "Captain, I remember that there is a minotaur in your Merlin medal!

"If you just want to wrestle with the minotaurs, then after the fight, you can go find them yourself. Zheng Qing didn't say a word and rejected Elder Zhang's suggestion: "As for now, we should stand in our own position. ”

When he speaks of 'his own position', he is the right flank of the entire defensive position.

Unlike the official forces in the center and the tribal forces on the left, on the right flank is an alliance of volunteers—including the mercenaries recruited by Beta Town on the outskirts of Phuket, the hunting party recruited from the First University, and the townspeople who are willing to take up the magic book and fight with the talisman spear.

The Sin Hunters belong to this alliance.

Previously, under the strong explanation of Senior Sister Colmar, Zheng Qing finally signed an employment agreement in Beta Town in the name of the Hunting Team of Guilt, and for this reason, he also deliberately flew to gather other members of the hunting team who are currently in the school.

Since it was still the time when the school was open, the team members who were called up quickly arrived at the scene through the porch system. It was Zhang Jixin and Lin Guo who responded to the call - Dylan, Blue Tit and others went home during the winter vacation and have not returned yet.

"Also, the summoned beast in my medal is a two-headed Minotaur, not a real Minotaur. Zheng Qing added an explanation, then glanced at the minotaurs on the left flank of the position, and whispered: "I feel that if I stuff the Minotaur into the team over there, those minotaurs will beat me up." ”

"Very sensible. Xiao Xiao's voice sounded beside him: "Throwing the Minotaur into the minotaur is like throwing a silverback gorilla into the wizard herd...... The Minotaurs are a race of language and intelligence, which is significantly different from the war-howling Minotaur. ”

Xin Fat Man was originally holding a glass of milk and snoring happily, but after hearing the conversation of his companions, he seemed to remember something, and his eyes wandered to the tribal warriors on the left flank of the position.

Then he stared at a sturdy adult female centaur, looking at her leather armor and saddle.

After a long time, he muttered in a low voice, "Which one is it?"

Zheng Qingzheng asked his teammates to check the equipment and prepare for the upcoming battle, and vaguely heard the fat man's muttering, thinking that there was something wrong with his equipment, and couldn't help but ask loudly: "What? Which one has a problem?"

The fat man sucked the last mouthful of milk from the cup into his stomach, then stuffed the empty box into his watch, patted his belly, and sighed.

"I mean the centaurs," his voice suddenly lowered, "you say, when the centaurs are suckling, do they use human or mare's milk?"

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