Chapter 291

The time passed slowly in their low voice conversation. During this period, the Tauren kept telling kukas that there were drugs, food and weapons in the camp. It's a pity that there is only fruit wine and no liquor here, so the Tauren is very sorry that he can't see how much kukas can drink.

As night fell, the endless cold wind broke through the wall and then got involved in the camp, blowing wantonly inside. The bonfire in the fire pond swayed and swayed under the cold wind, but it would not go out because of special fuel, but burned more vigorously.

Some women began to twist their bulky bodies around the fire pond to seduce the opposite sex to spend this lonely and cold night. The guards on the wall of the stronghold were hidden silently to prevent those smetes from making a sudden attack. Casters emerged from houses and tents and hid in the dark to guard.

The fifth order Archer came out of the house. After an afternoon's rest, he looked quite energetic. "Knight, be careful. I heard some casters say that there may be a SMETE attack tonight."

"Thank you!" kukas twisted his thick neck and grinned. "I hope they can come earlier. I also feel the killing intention in the air. Well, they are getting closer and closer. Well, I admit my blood is boiling, but what I want to say is that they are really coming."

While talking, he wrapped the chain around the bronze pig, killed the bronze pig with the pattern on the chain, and then took out two heavy javelins to walk towards the stronghold wall: "I hope I can cooperate with you to hunt those smetes again."

"You should have a rest. They won't attack us so early. Smet people usually attack in the late night." the fifth order God Archer said loudly to kukas.

"I just want to go up and blow the wind. I like the wind here." kukas smiled a few times, but ignored the words of the divine archer. His killing talent told him that the killing intention in the air was getting stronger and stronger, and the enemy was very close to here. At the same time, the killing talent also sent him a deep unease and made him aware of the strength of the enemy.

"Hey! Newcomer, you should go down instead of blowing on it. You will delay my work." as soon as kukas stepped on the stronghold wall, he was blocked by an Elf Warrior: "if you like, you can tell the person in power here that you want to hold a vigil instead of me. I'm very happy to have someone to replace me."

"I just want to stand here for a while. It won't delay your work. Well, you can rest. I believe my vigilance is not much worse than you." kukas twisted his head and grinned at the elf soldier, "well, how long have you been here?"

"It's been a year. I think I came much earlier than you. Well! Since you want to be here, I'll go. Damn it, after a year here, my once elegant disappeared. How much I want to go home!" the elf warrior glared at kukas, and then jumped down the stronghold wall.

The slender body fell to the ground silently, but the hidden casters around him released their mental power and explored his situation. Similarly, kukas stood on the wall of the stronghold and was vaguely detected by the casters.

When his mind turned, the skeleton horse walked to the stronghold wall, ready to gallop on the earth with his master on his back at any time. When the skeleton war horse was running, it made strange cries, which immediately attracted some other people's whispers and curses.

As time passed, when kukas stood on the walled wall for only two hours, he noticed that the heavy killing intention in the sky suddenly rolled up. Then a killing intention burst out from a distance like a sharp sword and rushed towards his camp.

Dark shadows suddenly jumped out of the snow more than a hundred steps outside the camp. They threw javelins or stones, and some protected their bodies with shields and hit the stronghold wall crazily.

"Enemy attack!" kukas roared, throwing out two javelins to attack the two shadows in front. The javelin hit the shadow and was broken in an instant. The two shadows were only slightly slower, and then continued to rush towards the camp.

Dozens of fireballs suddenly appeared over the camp. These fireballs circled in the air, then dragged the long flame tail like a meteor falling to the ground, waiting for bursts of whistling and flying out.

Some fireballs burst in the air, forming countless fires and rain, covering a range of hundreds of meters and falling downward, brightening the whole dark earth. But more fireballs hit the charging figures. The fireball burst and turned a figure out.

A javelin like a raindrop was thrown from kukas. Some divine archers and professionals who are good at throwing weapons threw their weapons at the enemies outside from the wall of the stronghold, and combined the magic of those spell casters to kill the enemies one by one.

"Roar!" an animal roar sounded from the snow in the distance. Then a giant with a height of more than ten feet emerged from the snow. The giant held a burning spear and hurled the spear at the camp where kukas and them.

"Damn it." kukas screamed, jumped down from the stockade wall and landed on the skeleton war horse. The war horse knew his master's mind, so he ran crazy to one side.

Accompanied by the crying sound of skeleton war horses running, a red silk thread hit the wall of the stronghold where kukas was just located. With a loud bang, the burning flame spear tore the stronghold wall, and then ploughed out a gully more than one person deep in the camp.

The spear almost wiped kukas's body and flew over. The burning flame on it tore kukas's clothes in an instant. The severe burning sensation left only pain in his back, and then there was no other feeling. Several professionals who didn't have time to jump off the stronghold wall were torn by the spear in an instant. Even their fighting spirit couldn't resist the burning spear.

Mysterious language sounded in the air. A caster wrapped in a gray cloak waved his staff and hit the flame spear.

A golden light shot from the top of his staff and hit the burning spear. The fierce collision broke the spear in an instant, and countless fire masses the size of adult heads scattered, fell on the earth and hit professionals one by one. Some weak professionals didn't even have time to mobilize their fighting spirit. They were smashed by the fire and fell to the ground for a long sleep.