Vol 2 Chapter 164

Act 164 Gambler's Roulette

The rapier stabbed into the skull and eyebrow, and the last spirit figurine also lost its strength and crashed to the ground. The mercenary regiment with a fiery red hair held the sword in one hand and looked around panting, the emerald eyes reflected the bones of the place and the body of the mercenary. The battle was over, and despite the heavy price, the attackers were finally repelled.

Yuta breathed a sigh of relief, wrapping her sword into a scabbard of black leather.

"Head!" The shout came from behind. She turned around and saw a teenager rushing out of the crowd.

The maid looked at the young man running to himself, but reached out to interrupt the other person's words: "It goes without saying, leave someone to take care of the injured brother. The others continue to move forward with me, and I have wasted enough time. , You must control Simon before the undead army arrives! "

"Wait!" The boy stopped him out of breath.

"What?" Yuta frowned.

"It's too late," the boy said loudly, "when we were fighting the monsters before, the 'rats' they saw the magic beacon from the south, Master, it was too late, the undead had already arrived. We are now past , Can only face countless undead army-- "

The head of the mercenary stopped and looked at him, "What else did the 'mouse' say?"

"The 'rat' said, our only option now is to give up immediately. We broke out north and left fir town. The undead came in, and we all died here."

"We're gone, what about the others?"

"Master, can we change anything when we are here?" Said the boy anxiously.

"Asshole!" The head of the mercenary punched the wall with a punch: "Let our people prepare on the spot and let the three teams of owl, gray wolf, and brown bear take each one along the three nearby streets! Since there is no way to stop them Enter Fir-City and we stop them nearby! "

"Head of the team, you are crazy!" The man shouted, "We have less than three hundred people. There are tens of thousands of bones and skeletons. We can't stop them without relying on the walls!"

The head of the female head held her chest and gritted her teeth: "If you can't stop it, stop it. Do you want me to break my word-!"

"Head of the team ..." The young boy froze slightly.

"Not ready yet?"

"But, is it worth it for a nobleman?" The boy couldn't help but take a deep breath: "That young man is also a nobleman, and he is willing to help us because he and Grudin have a contradiction. After all, they Still all the way. Why do we fight for people like them— "

The comer yelled at her and shouted, "Master, your sister, your parents, all died in the hands of those **** nobles! Most of your brothers have the same experience. Everyone, everyone respects you, the leader. , We came together! Why do we die here for that kind of person, let them go and bite the dog! "

Yuta suffocated.

She sighed and looked up at what was going to be said. But at this time, a loud noise came from the fir-tree castle. Everyone turned back and saw a beam of white light suddenly rising to the sky in the darkness of that direction—a magic beacon!

The pure white beam of light pierced into the night sky, as if breaking through the dark world. The light seemed so immaculate in the deep background, as if it were the first tears of mother Martha in the darkness in the epic of the Cruz creation.

That was the first light to portray the birth of the world.

Light is born from darkness, giving all things wisdom, sublime and spirit——

that moment.

Utta and her assistant looked up dull at the moment, their eyes reflecting the light in the darkness. They watched as the light rose to the top, exploded, and then transformed into a common message in the army.

The text shines in the night sky and never fades away. The head of the red-haired maid soldier looked up, and there was the deepest flash of light in the green eyes:

"Grudin is dead--"

She said faintly: "Lord Lord asked us to reply immediately."

"Lord ... Master?" The teenager looked at her in surprise.

Yuta lowered her head and smiled at the young man: "Kellenia dared to choose such a way, how could I dare? Grudin died, and that young nobleman gave me an answer. From now on, He's the one I follow. "But she smiled and shook her head." Unfortunately, it's too short. "

"but……"

"No, but can we reply?" Yuta asked.

The young man shook his head: "The corpses have silenced the entire street with black magic. Except for the light and dark elements, other elements cannot enter at this time. But there are no wizards or sacrifices in our regiment. Even the power of black iron is not enough, and now no magic can be cast at all! "

"What about signal arrows?"

"'Mouse' said, that thing is also lit by elements."

Yuta gritted her teeth, and she looked at the other side of the street with a heavy gaze: "Then we will use our own methods to give the Lord Lord some time."

"Leader?"

But the woman's face had become serious. She was silent, raised her head, turned around, pulled out her sword and waved to the right: "Everyone has it, listen to me!"

"Someone gave us a reply with noble actions, but now we have lost our word. But fortunately, we can at least remedy it. So now I order you to move forward, at least drag those **** bones here- — Or, let them step over our bodies! "

There was a moment of silence on the street, only Yuta's solemn orders echoed for a long time. Everyone stopped what was on their hands and looked subconsciously at the master.

"Answer me, there is no coward among my people."

"No coward!" The mercenaries raised their weapons.

The young man looked at Yuta blankly, and seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by the head of the maid commander who had looked back: "Needless to say, you understand that once I give an order, I will never change easily! "

"But head, why do you want to be a noble ..."

Yuta smiled slightly.

She lowered her head and patted the boy's face: "I know the nobles better than you, little guy. If the young man is really a noble, he will not kill Grudin. This is the rule between them. In the past No one has broken for hundreds of years— "

She looked up and looked at the dark night.

"But no matter who he is, at least from this moment, my deal with him is a mess."

The boy stayed for a while.

...

Fierce fighting continues at the South Gate. Under the supervision of the head of the Fire Brigade, the mercenaries began to repeatedly saw with the skeleton army that kept the same rhythm and surged in waves like the tide, with almost no means of loss.

The war in the dark seemed endless, everyone couldn't help but feel exhausted; looking away, all eyes were filled with pieces of connected bones-human beings and undead exchanged losses, and corpses piled up like mountains, but the painful price At most, it will only keep the front line on the ruins.

Fortunately, the breach of the city wall is only a ten-meter section, and most mercenaries with black iron-level strength can barely block the undead army hundreds of times. In fact, the mercenaries knew this, so they would rather pay ten times more blood to repeat the fortifications in the area where the wall was broken.

It was hardly a battle, it was a ground meat lacking tactical beauty.

The commander on both sides is a bleak death god, silently filling more lives into the flesh and blood battlefield that is only ten meters. But for Madala, the corpses can push the skeleton racks that you evoke with the fire of weak souls into the center of the table like a lot of worthless chips.

For this, it is the point that makes human beings most chilling.

"The crossbowman is in place--"

"Dress up with a blunt arrow--"

The heads of individual mercenary regiments served as heralds at this time. They watched the battle-hardened soldiers unscrew the stoppers of the bottles containing holy water and hurled and poured water on the arrows. I can't help but feel some heartache. In ordinary battles, they rarely use these consumables so luxuriously.

The soldiers lifted the crossarms in rows, aimed, and fired.

Then a "long call" screamed, as if an invisible wall swept down the rows of skulls, the bones fell down without warning, and immediately turned into fly ash in the white light.

Fern stepped on a pile of bones, carrying the sword on his shoulder with one hand, and just indifferently filled his second team to replace the already exhausted first team. Then he ordered a small mercenary group to lift the wounded from the city. To him, the battle seemed endless, just like those battles that had been experienced in Karasu in the past.

Fern commanded calmly, and he understood to what extent Madara and himself could do it.

But he also turned around at this time, looking up at the flash of light in the dark sky. With a beam of light in his eyes, he smiled: "Aristocrats killing aristocrats are also worth the fare. But I still saw them for the first time using other means than conspiracy, poison and assassination. It's brutal. "

"Those nobles can't do anything," his deputy replied.

Fern glanced at him.

"You don't understand," he said. Then he asked, "How long is it?"

"Half an hour," the deputy replied immediately.

Fern waved his hand: "Go, put our battle flag a bit higher. To fight off this attack, they will change to the witch witch, the guy gave me a reply, and I will give him a reply now. "

"Is the morning light ..." The head of the Fire Brigade looked at the horizon: "It's coming."

The deputy froze slightly.

But Fern smiled slightly: "This is also to complete the guy's first order. There is a command, and we must of course follow the order."

"Boss?"

"Let's think so." Fern looked back on the battlefield.