Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

When Hill and Lennon came to the front line, the Dijon tribe was organizing the third offense.

At this time, the sky was bright, the Dijon cavalry rushed like snowflakes, and the soldiers of Mülheim used bows and arrows to attack from a distance.

The supreme general here, Carl Richard, has a young face full of tiredness. One of his arms is wrapped around his neck with a bandage. His complexion is pale due to blood loss. He is reporting the current situation to the academicians: "No With magic, the opponent has a device to shield or even rebound magic, and the wizards will be backlashed. The demons can't get close, and they have charms that have been blessed by the God of Light. We have used most of our magic spar, and now I don't want to Use the magic crystal gun, but I have to use it."

Hill didn't listen carefully to Karl's words. He had known this information from the dark elves on the way he came. He squinted his eyes and looked at the Dijon cavalry over there. There was heat steaming from his body, his eyes were blood red, and there was nothing in his eyes except the wild madness.

The arrow flew towards him, he waved the scimitar in his hand, and a fish slipped into his thigh, but he didn't back down at all, he was muttering something in his mouth, he was going forward desperately Directed at.

Hill turned his gaze to the person behind him again.

These people are not the same as the prairie cavalry in Hill's imagination. They are dressed in shabby clothes, and more of them seem to be old, weak and sick, but their aura is no less than that of young people.

They are cannon fodder. Hill couldn't think of that in his mind. These people deliberately...

"These people are used to consume your magic spar and arrows." Lennon's voice sounded, speaking out Hill's heart.

Carl Richard’s face looked paler: "I also have this idea, but even these old, weak, sick and disabled, they can kill my men when they are crazy, so I have to use the tactics of dealing with normal enemies. Treat them."

"Our soldier..." Lennon frowned, watching this scene from the roof of the post.

"Our soldiers are brave, and the enemy is not brave, but lunatic." Carl said.

The Dijon cavalry stepped on the corpses of their companions and rushed towards here, getting closer and closer. Hill could see their faces clearly without using magic, but they did not yell or yell. Reunion. The Mülheim soldiers also did not roar, and Hill heard a Mülheim officer say loudly: "The shield wall!"

After a few seconds, a dull collision sounded.

The Dijon cavalry are like hungry beasts coming out of the grassland. Behind them is a violent snowstorm. They can't turn their heads. In front of them is the shield wall of Mülheim. They can't move forward. They finally started roaring. The beasts roared, and then, with their desperate burst of powerful force, the shield wall trembled.

"Since last night..." Carl stopped halfway through what he said. Neither Hill nor the academics cared about it. At this moment, they were all staring at the battlefield.

The roars of the Dijon cavalry had already overwhelmed the blizzard, and the heat in their bodies rose even more. Hill frowned and felt it for a few seconds, and said, "This is burning life."

"Burning lives?" the academician repeated, he looked at Carl: "Does the Dijon tribe have such a secret technique?"

Carl was a little at a loss: "I have been here for two years, and I have never seen such a secret technique."

"It's the church." Hill frowned. He subconsciously thought of ‘Angel Coming’, feeling that there were some similarities between the two.

As soon as Hill’s voice fell, the crumbling shield wall could no longer withstand it and collapsed suddenly, but behind the shield wall was the Milheim army carrying a spear. The Dijon tribe only overcame the second level.

A Dijon cavalry rushed up with a cheer. The spear pierced his chest, but he was still cheering. He continued to walk forward, so the spear stabbed deeper and deeper, and the wound became bigger and bigger. The Mülheim soldier holding the spear felt a chill in his heart, and saw the Dijon soldier walk up to him in this way and raised the machete in his hand. In the next second, the Dijon soldier was stabbed with multiple spears. His machete was slashed against the face of the previous Mülheim soldier, marking a shallow blood mark on his face, and then he This is how to die unwillingly.

Similar scenes are constantly happening on this battlefield.

Yin Hong's death, icy blizzard, crazy roar, weapons, shouts... Too many people died.

When the battle ended, the sky was already bright, and the blizzard stopped. Looking from the top of the post, the silver armor of Mülheim finally swallowed the black torrent of the Dijon tribe. The snow has been dyed red, and the smell of blood can also be smelled here, which is disgusting.

Hill took a hard breath: "The smell of war." After finishing speaking, he took the lead down from the outpost and walked to the other side of the battlefield.

The bachelor wanted to follow up, but he was stopped by Karl: "Bachelor, it's dangerous there. Some Dijon people have not yet died." His implication is obvious, some of them are not dead, and they will still be desperate as long as they breathe. Murderous.

The academician was taken aback and nodded.

He is very good in the overall situation, but he is not as good as the generals in the front in handling such details.

Hill's appearance at this time has changed. He has become a typical Mühlheim nobleman's appearance, and he is also wearing a nobleman's armor. Karl did not recognize him, only thinking that he was a general from the winter city. .

Hill successfully found a Dijon who was still alive. When he bent down, the Dijon suddenly opened his eyes and struck him with a knife. He caught the knife with his hand and crushed it. The man opened his mouth and bit his throat with his teeth. Hill grabbed him by the neck and pressed him to the ground. Hill needed to make sure of one thing: "Did you know? Your chief is using you as cannon fodder."

"Cannon fodder?" The Dijon coughed and laughed: "We already knew it."

"Even so, are you still rushing up?" Hill asked, using magic in his words to guide the other party to tell the truth.

"The chief told us that we were going to die before participating in the war, so what we need to do is to kill more people before we die. We need to use our bodies to block the arrows and magic spar of the Mülheim people. They consume The more we get, the more the army behind us will survive."

"The army behind you..." Hill thought of a certain possibility: "Are you family members of the regular army?"

"No, we are the family of the army behind." said the young Dijon kid.

At this time, Karl Richard had already walked in front of Hill, his face was a bit ugly, and normal people would feel uncomfortable when they heard such words.

"How much do you know about the next plan?" Hill continued to ask.

"We will kill you all," the Dijon soldier said.

Hill closed his eyes, knowing that there was nothing to ask.

He drew the sword on Karl's waist and killed the Dijon soldier, then stood up and looked around the battlefield. The Mülheim soldiers helped away the wounded, and at the same time patched the corpses of each Dijon. The war was over, but the smell of blood was still very strong.

"What are your plans next?" Hill asked Carl next to him.

Carl was startled, and subconsciously replied: "Live."

This sentence echoed the "plan" of the Dijon soldier. Hill couldn't help bending the corners of his lower lips, piled up heavily, twisted into a smile.

At this moment, an adjutant came over there. He reported to Karl Hui: "Commander, the reinforcements of the Dark Vatican have arrived."

Carl showed an expression of excitement: "How many of them are there? Who is the leader?" Hill brought the academician to come here quickly by magic, and the reinforcements of Winter City have not yet arrived.

"There are thirteen people in all." said the adjutant.

Carl frowned: "Forget it, it's always a good thing to have reinforcements..."

"The leader is the contemporary dark pope." The adjutant continued.

This time, Carl and Hill showed surprise expressions at the same time.

This seems to be the only good news heard today.

02.

The fireplace in the post lit up a raging flame. When Hill walked in, he saw Monroe at a glance. Monroe was talking with Lennon. Carl Richard thought for a while and saluted Monroe. , Is the kind of courtesy when ordinary people meet the Pope of Light. Back then, the Church of Illumination was the state religion of Mülheim, and the people of Mülheim, regardless of whether they were believers or not, had to salute when they met the Pope. On the other side, Monroe calmly accepted Karl's respectful move.

Next, the warm wine was brought up, and a glass of wine immediately dissipated the chill on the body.

Hill learned that Monroe had brought two of the church's five ambassadors, Leona Bell and a new messenger Foster Kay, and the other is the necromancer in the church. This lineup is already very luxurious, but its usefulness remains to be questioned. After all, the Dijon people carry the amulet of the Church of Light this time, which can prevent ordinary demons from taking action-but the believers of the Dark Church are humans, and they may be able to break through the amulet. .

After a brief meeting, Karl and the bachelor went to inspect. Only Hill and Monroe were left in the room. Hill drank the spirits in the glass again: "You are a little late. Just finished a game. See that wonderful show."

"I smell the blood and madness remaining in the air, enough to make me understand how tragic the repertoire just now is." Monroe said.

"Isn't it heroic?" Hill asked.

"No." Monroe said, "Dying for the sake of death is not heroic, it's just tragic."

His calm words dispelled the gloom in Hill's heart. Hill sighed. He knew that he had been growing since he came through. He has grown faster after the war, but despite this, he stepped into this epic. After being in such a legendary world, he still felt a little unable to breathe.

Hill picked up the jug and tried to pour himself wine, but found that the wine had already been drunk.

Monroe left the room, and soon he returned with a jug of wine. He heated the jug with magic, and then poured the wine for Hill. They were very close when pouring the wine, and Hill could smell the bitter and delicate scent of papyrus, mugwort and bitter orange on his body. The herbs were burned day and night in the dark hall of the Holy See, and Monroe's clothes were also on his clothes over time. Stained with that smell. In addition, there was a bit of scent of blood, and it seemed that he was also stained with other people's blood when he came. The combination of the two flavors is fascinating.

Hill raised his eyes to look at Monroe's side face, and his heart moved: "A lot of your thoughts are often beyond my expectation. You didn't think that way before."

"I hope you are not accusing me." Monroe's hand was very steady when he poured the wine. After he poured the wine on Hill, he put the jug aside. Hill reached out and touched it. It felt very hot. If it is a human being, Will be burned, I don't know if Monroe feels pain. "If it's a duty, I will complain that you are making trouble, Hill."

"Why do you say that?" Hill asked.

"You changed me, and then you still blame me for the change?" Monroe asked rhetorically.

"That's also..." Hill took the glass from Monroe's hand. This time he didn't drink it all, but took a sip. The throat burned by the spirits was a little hot. "But I don't think so. In fact, I really like to hear you say these things that are beyond my expectation."

"Yes?"

"Yes. It will make you more attractive." Hill said.

"I feel honored that I can attract you." Monroe smiled.

After talking these few words with Monroe at random, Hill felt that he had completely calmed down, and his almost cold reason returned to him. He pulled Monroe by the collar to force him to lean down, and then he kissed him. The corner of his lips: "The latest information, this group of Dijon people are all cannon fodder, they know that the next group of Dijon people are advanced cannon fodder, they are relatives, and the next is the regular army of Dijon— —If the chief did not lie to them."

Monroe frowned slightly: "This is amazing...but you have to say this at this time."

"Because I like bad scenery." Hill blinked and kissed the corner of his lips, then pushed him aside, looking cautiously: "I and the demons will not participate in this war for the time being. The reason, you know, the church is absolutely prepared, and at the same time I have a hunch in my heart that their actions are more than that. We must win, Monroe."

"I know." Monroe nodded. "We will win. My lord."

The wind and snow outside completely stopped, the clouds split, and the icy blue sky was exposed.

The icy sunlight shone on this snowy field.

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