Aite was too frightened to move, and watched helplessly as the other party turned his head to look at himself, and the mucus dripping from the gray-brown fangs could be seen.
"Don't worry, I won't eat you," the monster suddenly made a muddy voice that almost made Aite scream. Omg, this thing can actually talk!
What surprised him even more was behind him, a woman jumped from the monster's back, walked to the copper mountain step by step, turned him over and groped for a while, "This guy is still alive, Maisie, take him to Nana's place. ."
"Ow!" The giant beast seemed to understand her words. It raised its two front paws and grabbed the captain. It flapped its wings again, and the strong airflow rushed to Aite's eyes. After the wind and snow had subsided, he half-squinted his eyes and saw that there was nothing at the top of the city, as if everything just happened was just a dream.
No, it's not a dream... The woman is still there!
The top of the city was pitch black, and he could only roughly see the figure of the other party. There was no light source around, but her pupils exuded a strange golden glow, like stars in the night.
"You, who are you?"
"Reinforcement." The woman's answer stunned him.
"What... what?" Aite felt that even the dream was more real than this one. "Are you here to help me?"
"This is what His Highness Roland meant," she squatted down, found a long sword from the crushed corpse, and threw it at random, ignoring the flesh and blood on it.
Aite felt something churning in his stomach, and he retched twice, but couldn't spit out anything but acid water. At this moment, shouts came from under the city tower again. Obviously, the movement and horrifying roar caused by the giant beast just shocked the enemy, but it was only a shock. They couldn't see this amazing scene that happened at the top of the city. , and they started to move around again.
"Your Highness... is the Prince of Border Town?" He wiped the corner of his mouth and asked panting.
"Apart from him, is there anyone else named Roland?" The black-haired woman started to look for another corpse's weapon, and Art simply turned her head away and didn't look at her actions.
"But Border Town is at least three days away from here... How could His Highness know that the nobles rebelled so quickly?" Aite swallowed, "And the monster just now is..."
"That's not a monster, it's a witch who saves you," she said coldly, "I don't have time to answer your questions, just stay aside quietly."
Without the obstruction of the musket, this time the enemy successfully climbed to the top of the city, and the swaying light of the torch lit up again, but when they found that there was only one woman standing in front of them, they all froze in place.
But soon, the stalemate was broken by muffled laughter.
Art naturally understood the meaning of that laughter.
"Please pay attention to Lao Tzu, don't be swayed by these bastards."
"Don't worry, boss, we'll watch it for you, but later..."
"When I'm done playing, it's yours."
"Hey... no problem."
"Quick, go back to me!" Art struggled to get up from the ground, but what happened next made him stunned.
I saw a silver light cut through, and the laughter stopped abruptly.
The enemy at the head was split in two by the long sword, and even the shield and leather armor could not block the blade. He didn't even see how the woman made the shot.
When the two corpses fell with blood spraying, everyone's smiles froze on their faces.
However this is just the beginning.
The black-haired woman took a step forward and swept her sword across, but Aite heard a series of sounds of blood rubbing and bones breaking.
Before the remaining three could react, their abdomens were cut open.
The intestines burst out, mixed with blood and spilled on the ground.
"You..." Aite opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
The woman looked back at him, "Go and gather all your remaining companions to the top of the wall, someone will pick you up later." After she finished speaking, she jumped off the city wall.
The wall here is thirty feet high! He endured the pain all over his body, hurriedly crawled to the edge of the city wall, and looked down, only to see that the crowd below turned into a pot of boiling water. The woman was rampant, invincible, and the weapon in his hand flew up and down, like reaping wheat, smashing anyone who dared to dare. The person standing in front of her.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the enemy collapsed.
They had never seen such a terrifying opponent, faster than a snow wolf, stronger than a grizzly bear, no one could walk under her sword for a round, unable to avoid or block. The nobles' subordinates fled one after another, and the siege was lifted by one person.
She chased after the disintegrating crowd, leaving a trail of blood. Art sat on the ground, feeling cold sweat soaking his back.
Is this the witch
But anyway... he survived!
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The surrounding area of the fortress was brightly illuminated by dozens of bonfires, and the four major families surrounded the place.
After a day and a night of fighting, the second floor of the castle was also conquered. The rebelliousness of the Honeysuckle family has now shrunk to the top, and it is believed that they are suffering from hunger and fear.
Jacques Meade looked at the towering lord's castle in front of him, and felt a little bit of heat in his heart.
After his father's death, he drove thousands of miles from the capital to return to the territory, just to inherit the position of earl. And now, he has an opportunity to go further.
His Majesty Tifek mentioned in the secret letter that if he could control Changsong Fortress for the capital, when the snow melted, the army of the capital would rush to this place to attack the traitor Roland Wimbledon. As long as the rebel king's forces could be completely eradicated, it would be impossible for him to manage the western border.
Coupled with the territory obtained by dividing up Earl Honeysuckle, he will become a veritable duke by then!
Duke Dmitry, what a wonderful title.
And this castle will also be his permanent residence in the future.
"Lord Count, the sixth attacking team has retreated," a knight came over to report, "They said that the sound of the opponent's muskets has shrunk a lot, do you want to switch to the iron armor team?"
Jacques Meade nodded, "You can arrange it."
The so-called iron armored team is a team specially set up for muskets, generally composed of three or four people. The two of them held up a shield made of wood wrapped in several layers of iron that could cover the whole body and slowly advanced. There were observation slots and shooting holes in the middle for the musketeers to fight back. In order to make more such shields, he endured the pain. A dozen knight armors were removed. Of course, the thick iron-clad shield also has the weakness that it is not easy to move, and it is easy to become the target of the opponent when going up and down the stairs.
Fortunately, the honeysuckle won't last long, and Jacques sneered in his heart. Although the other party's reaction was a little unexpected, before the four major families allied forces rushed into the fortress, some patrolling soldiers and knights had been transferred into the castle, but after all, they did not. To a hundred people, even if they are consumed, they can be consumed to death.
When this news reaches the fourth prince's ears, it will probably be several days later.
If you make Peiro's head as a gift and give it to Roland Wimbledon, I wonder what kind of expression he will show? (.)