Chapter 508

Fort NUU.

The setting sun tilted, snowflakes scattered, and the thick city gate covered with mottled marks was tightly closed.

The glow penetrating the clouds is reflected in front of the city gate, and the accumulated corpses stand like mountains, or kingdom soldiers, or jackals, or lizards.

Most of them were broken and smelled of corpses.

In the city wall sentry tower, Duke dakama sat down slowly relying on the wall pier, his old wrinkled face was full of fatigue, and the dried blood was full of armor.

With a gasp, he looked to both sides. The flat ground was covered with smelly green blood. A tired Kingdom soldier dragged the remains of jackals and lizards to the burning fire at the corner of the city.

Occasionally, the corpses dressed in Kingdom armor were pulled out from the corpse pile. It was their companions who sacrificed their young lives for the fortress.

The wind sounded in his ears. Duke dakama stretched out his right hand and took a piece of black bread, with two dry and hard meat strips tied under it.

"Eat, I don't think the lizard man's attack will stop. It's estimated that there will be another attack before tonight." the Marquis of Gardner sat down next to dakama, turned his head and looked at the aging face, sighed and said in a joking tone.

"You can't fall. All the soldiers in the fortress are watching you."

Duke dakama was silent for a moment. Then he opened his mouth and bit down most of the bread. There were little blood marks: "don't worry, I'll stick to it."

"I don't know what's going on. These animals seem crazy and attack NUU fortress."

With flashing eyes, the Marquis of Gardner thought of the news just sent by Hewlett and whispered, "I may be able to guess a little."

"Oh, tell me." the Duke of dakama stopped chewing the meat strips and looked at Gardner. He knew that this guy had maintained a certain contact with the North di Valoran collar.

"The baker family suffered a heavy blow, the immediate family was almost destroyed, and the family fell into civil strife," said the Marquis Gardner in a deep voice.

"What does this have to do with the kingdom of behlik, the lizard temple?" Duke dakama asked, and his thoughts turned and reacted.

"You mean..."

Gazing at the bloodshot pupils of Dhaka mana, the Marquis Gardner solemnly said: "I have talked to you before that once the Valoran leadership succeeds in curbing the division of the Kingdom, it means that they will devote most of their energy to this war."

"Judging from the extremely fierce offensive of the behlik Kingdom, it seems to explain something. The Valoran leader may have defeated the koker tribe, crossed the heimu province and entered the senchong province."

"Hope has come. As long as we stick to it, the victory will eventually belong to Sri Lanka... To us."

When the silence came, Duke dakama slowly chewed the food in his mouth: "this is just your guess, not necessarily correct."

"Isn't it true that we can't stick to it?" said the Marquis of Gardner with a slight smile.

Patted dakama on the shoulder. Without saying anything, he stood up, stood behind the wall, and stared at the battlefield like hell.

"Miracle, a funny but powerful word."

"But in the face of this war, we have to yearn. If there is no miracle, the kingdom of behlik will destroy everything."

"Not only us, but also our relatives and friends. They are behind us, in that piece of happy and fertile soil."

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

A slight tremor spread from the snow to the city wall. The Marquis of Gardner looked up slightly, and his deep eyes crossed the falling snowflakes and fell on the dilapidated battlefield.

In the snow mixed with scorched soil and blood, a dense number of jackal soldiers, wearing lock armor and holding death instruments, rushed to nuwu fortress without formation.

The crazy color fills the green eyes, and bursts of howls ring through the battlefield. They turn into brown waves, rendering the snow, and then the strong smell of life rises to disperse the glittering and translucent snowflakes.

In the wave of jackal soldiers, some well-equipped lizard soldiers will be mixed. They are elite soldiers jointly sent by lizard tribes in the behlik kingdom.

The obvious difference is that the ferocious and ugly lizard man's head and extremely strong scale body hold thick shields and sharp spears respectively.

[lizard man with shield: the military force experienced in many battles in the lizard man tribe. They hold strong shields and are eager to kill. They fight for the tribe all their life.]

[lizard spear Warrior: an excellent hunter in the lizard tribe. Any enemy entering the tribe territory will become their hunting target. The sharp spear will pierce the enemy's body, and then cut off the enemy's head as their decoration.]

"The beasts began to attack."

I don't know when, Duke dakama stood silently at Gardner's side, his tall skeleton propped up his burly body, and his hands held the bloody sword tightly.

"I hope the miracle you said can come!"

With that, the Duke of dakama took the lead in walking to the temporary war room in the rampart, followed by the Marquis of Gardner.

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This is a simple and clean room.

It is said that it is a temporary war room, but it is transformed from an ordinary sentry building. Except for the war sand table placed in the center, there are only magic lights on both sides of the wall.

This war room has existed since the beginning of this winter war and has long been baptized by the blood of countless lizards and jackals.

At the moment, there are many people gathered in the room, including nobles, military chiefs, combat staff, people of different temperament, but they have the same state - fatigue and burnout.

As the Duke of dakama and the Marquis of Gardner entered the room, the already quiet atmosphere became more and more silent.

Duke dakama stood in front of the window and looked at the wave of jackals with great dignity. A heavy mountain like momentum enveloped the room.

"Kingdom Infantry Corps?"

"A line of defense has been laid on the wall."

"The Second Corps of archers?"

"All are on standby on the high platform."

"Legion of war mages?"

"We can't all stand by. Only some mages are stationed in the mage tower."

"What's the situation?" the Duke of Dhaka Ma turned to the second old mage on his left hand, frowned and asked.

"Sorry, Duke, the spirit of the war mage is lower than the warning line due to the long war. They need to meditate to recover." the old mage bowed slightly and said in a low tone.

"How many people are stationed in the mage tower?"

"Less than half, about a third."

Taking a deep breath, the Duke of Dhaka clenched his fist gently and looked at the approaching wave of jackals: "arrange the Heavy Crossbow army to be on standby."

"In addition, I need Wangdu guards to enter the wall defense line at any time."

"Of course," said the Marquis of Gardner in a deep voice. "If necessary, I will appear with the flame Knight Legion wherever needed."