"Why do you want to keep up? I''ve told you that you don''t have the talent to learn magic. " The fuzzy figure on the carriage hangs down his legs leisurely and looks at himself who is trying his best to follow the carriage. "Ha Ha... " Heavy breathing, anoxic brain even in front of the specific scene can not be determined, the line of sight can only see a large piece of fuzzy spot, it feels like a random daub on the same pigment plate. The outstretched hand, desperately wants to grasp the leg of the man''s trousers on the carriage. As long as he can catch it, he can
"Hoo!" The curse crow suddenly sat up from the haystack. He rubbed his head, slightly dizzy from the sudden awakening, and looked around the scene. Large blocks of stone brick constitute the wall of the room, but those beautiful stones have obvious cracks, obviously after a strong impact. Responsible for lighting is an oil lamp, which has little oil left, the yellow flame struggling, not willing to put out so easily. In addition, the space, so small that it can only accommodate two adults, leaves only the haystack where the magician lies.
As the oil lamp went out, another light came in from outside the door. "How is it going?" The curse crow lowered his head and asked, but he didn''t see the people coming in. "Are you awake? It gave me a big shock Lin covered his chest and said, kneeling on the ground will be some of the oil into the lamp has been extinguished. "How is it going?" The wizard repeated his question. "There are still some lamp oil. Just now the Duke sent someone to bring some more cans, but there is still a lot of food..."
"I''m not talking about this." The curse crow took Lin''s wrist and looked at her in the eyes. "How many people are left?" The former maid was obviously frightened by the wizard''s rude behavior. She wanted to take her hand out, but she didn''t expect that the power of the curse crow was much greater than she thought. Tears began to whirl in Lin''s eyes, and the magician who noticed this had no pity at all. His eyes were gloomy and sharp, as if to pierce a person''s skin and look directly at the soul wrapped in flesh and blood. "And There are less than 300 people Wuwu... " Tears, finally burst into the general flow, Lin sobbed out that desperate status quo, put down the oil lamp in hand, began to sob.
"Hoo Yes The curse crow heard the answer he wanted, loosened his white wrist, took a deep breath and said coldly. He simply looked at his clothes, and then stood up from the haystack. Under the light of the oil lamp, Lin was completely covered by the man''s tall shadow. "Where is the dwarf?" He asked, reaching for her chin after Lynn didn''t answer. "This is not the time to cry. Tell me, where is the dwarf? "
"Oh In the front tunnel, Dagong and Mr Lyon are strengthening the line of defense. " Lin tried to stop crying and said to the curse crow. The magician nodded, crossed her body, and went out to the door. "We, we''re going to be OK, right?" The girl asked in a trembling voice behind her, and the fear came out. The man stopped, turned his head and looked at her. "You''re a banshee. You know this better than I do." Then he disappeared into the corner of the corridor. Leaving Lin buried her face in her knees and shaking her shoulders helplessly, curse crow is right. Among the survivors of molten iron city, who can''t survive tonight, she knows best. The ability to report the death of the banshee is like the most vicious curse, which makes this kind-hearted girl in deep pain. At first, Lin can also force her face to smile and go to those who are dying and send them quiet and peaceful blessing. But more and more dead, more and more despair, too many lives disappeared, so that she gradually distressed, those unwilling to die before the death of the eyes like nails pierced through her fragile heart, releasing the negative emotions. The only person she could rely on at this time, the curse crow, was extremely indifferent after the collapse of the molten iron city. Lin did not know that this was the side effect of the incantation master''s all-out thinking. She only felt the cold.
Everything has a price. Just as cheese ignores external things when focusing, the performance of mantra crow''s concentration is extreme calm. In this state, he can temporarily forget his fear of death and put all his energy into solving problems. Under such circumstances, the magician walked in the dark tunnel. From time to time in the small rooms on both sides, we could hear the cry of the dying and the howling of the living. He stepped over the warm corpse under his feet, and the poor man who could not tell the direction because of his grief. The tunnel ahead gradually became bright and noisy. The smell in the air stimulates the nose, the smell of blood.
"Hold on! Boys! Beat those damned rats back Without the bear''s fur cape, even the head ring was wearing a crooked hammer in the battle. The Duke waved his trademark hammer and yelled behind the defense line composed of wooden boxes and sundries. There was blood on his face, some of his own, and some of his own. "Come on! You hairy monsters! Come on! Try the dwarf''s hammer Andrew''s state is hyperactive and abnormal. His skin is pale red with blood because of excitement. Experienced soldiers will know that this is a very dangerous state. Anger beyond the limit can bring strength as well as fatal danger.
"Buckram, protect the Archduke! Two men follow me Lyon, with a long sword in his hand, cleanly beheads the rat man flying up. His brow is tight, but the calm between his words shows a different mental state from that of the dwarf. Of course, the blood lion also wants to give everything to anger, let the most primitive force lead itself to fight, and then die. But that doesn''t work. The knight''s rules restrict him to fight for protecting the people in the passage behind him. He can''t let go so easily."Understand!" For a long time and a short time, two silver machetes have been worn out due to excessive killing. Even if it is a sword forged by elves, its edge is rolled up because of too much killing. Buckram''s face was covered with a bloody bandage, and his blind eyes were covered. The young ELF''s hair was full of grace. He was like a wounded beast, sticking out his fangs to all enemies who dared to approach.
"Get out of the way, elf boy! Dwarfs don''t need the protection of elves! " Andrew yelled after he found the man in front of him, but his muscles twitched uncontrollably because of excessive fatigue, and sweat made the dwarf''s skin look even ruddy. "You must rest!" Barkm said, turning and stabbing a long knife into his abdomen as the rat tried to get over the shelter. "You''ve been fighting for so long that even dwarves will feel tired." The young knight''s retinue drew out his weapon and was scratched on the shoulder by another enemy. Buckram used the handle of the short knife to knock down the enemy who had attacked him. The long knife cut the hairy throat without hesitation.
"GAH! GAH Crow calls were heard from behind the defenders, and countless black shadows crossed them and rushed into the ranks of rat men. The red eyed crows with sharp beaks attacked the weak parts of the rat, such as eyes and ears, as if they had lost their senses. Their noisy voice bothers those who are extremely sensitive to sound.
"It seems that our Lord wizard has finally woken up." The dwarf, leaning on his hammer, turned to look at the crow that was coming this way.
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