Sand Sculpture Demon King, Online Farming

01.

Before the next wave of attacks by the Dijon people, Lennon had just fallen asleep. He hadn't rested for a day and night. At this time, his body was really overwhelmed. In fact, the defenders here have not rested almost since last night, because the opponents are continuously attacking. After hearing the sound of the horn outside, the bachelor got up from the carpet, and then was pressed down by Hill.

"You better rest," Hill said.

"No, I didn't come here to sleep." said the bachelor.

"You are not here to waste your body and die." Hill said.

"Well, maybe you are right." The bachelor lay down again, and after a few seconds he said, "I can't sleep. Would you like to hit me on the head and knock me out?"

Hill couldn't laugh or cry, he finally gave the bachelor a coma magic, and then ordered the soldiers to take care of him, and then went to the post.

The sky is clear, so the visibility is excellent. Karl Richard was looking at the densely packed Dijon people in the distance with a magic telescope on the outpost. They did not ride horses this time, and their clothes looked as tattered as the previous cannon fodder, perhaps still cannon fodder-at least on the surface. Such.

There are old people and children as well. This is not a war. It is not the same as the war in the book and the glory war in the father's mouth. The young man who had been taught to be an upright Mülheim man from a young age couldn't help being a little confused: "What are they...for? They know they will die, right." He muttered.

What surprised him was that the dark pope next to him actually answered his question: "It's not just death, there is always a glimmer of hope."

Hill, who had just been on the roof of the outpost, suddenly remembered that Monroe was a paladin back then. At that time, the church called him back. When Hill asked him to stay, Monroe said that he wanted to believe in humanity for the last time. Thinking of this, Hill said with emotion: "But not everyone is lucky enough to get the final answer to hope."

"It's also a good choice to die with ignorance." Monroe said lightly. The hem of his pure black cloak was lifted by the wind. The wind came from under his feet, and all his emotions were hidden in his eyes. The tone only left indifference: "It's a pity that I don't have the kind of state of mind to fulfill them." After speaking, he stretched out his right hand and held it in the void, and the black scepter inlaid with skulls and gems appeared in his palm. . He hit the scepter **** the ground, his tone was cold and indifferent: "Go to shatter their dreams, dark believers."

As the voice fell, the high-speed airflow rose up like a sharp blade, his cloak rolled like a **** bird spreading its wings, and a dark breath rushed out. The whole land became a bit gloomy and the sky dimmed.

With one's own power, dispelled all the holy light aura left by this land.

In the black mist behind him, the necromancers in the black mist leaned over and saluted: "Yes, under the crown."

Hill looked at Monroe like this, feeling that his calm heart was not so calm anymore. Of course it was not because of the cruel war this time.

02.

If this wave of attacks was blocked, the supporting army from Winter City and other lords would arrive. Karl Richard knew clearly that it was impossible to rely on the original defenders here, so he had to listen to Monroe.

This time Leona Bell will not make a move, she is the finale. As for Monroe and Hill, they exist as bugs. Other necromancers first quickly deployed necromantic spells at the place where they planned to fight. The first wave of Dijon people who came here will be pulled by the ghost claws from the ground, and then become the target of the Milheim archer. After they fell, their bodies would be manipulated, turning around and slashing towards the second wave of Dijon. If nothing else, it would be like this.

Of course Hill knew that when the church intervened, ‘accidents’ were normal. So the necromancers still have something to do.

"Are you any prisoners?" Hill heard a necromancer ask Commander Carl.

"No," Karl replied.

"Is there anyone who is seriously injured and cannot be saved?" the necromancer asked.

Carl hesitated, he had a vague guess: "What are you going to do?"

"Spellcasting needs." The necromancer said concisely.

Carl hesitated for several seconds, and finally gave in with a sigh. He asked the people under his hands to carry out some dying soldiers on a stretcher. Those soldiers were obviously a little flustered, they knew they were going to be abandoned by the commander. Carl has a dry throat, he doesn't know what to say, is that I will take care of your family? Or……

Leona Bell, the envoy of the Dark Vatican, walked up to them and said indifferently: "You will die, and you will be the nourishment for our spells. This death may be a bit painful, but you will save more people as a soldier. In other words, this is a very happy ending, and I think you should even thank us."

Carl was about to say that this was too cold, but saw the soldiers quietly quieted strangely, and their eyes showed firm expressions. So Carl was stunned.

Leona nodded in satisfaction, and then she said to Carl, "Commander, don't be sympathetic, it's unprofessional."

Carl raised his eyebrows, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Hill next to him was also a little bit emotional after witnessing this scene. These people are all good men. Then he said to Carl: "Actually, Master Richard, what they need is not compassion, but firm conviction. And I think before such a dying, what they need is not only firm conviction, but also coldness. Faith." This is actually what Hill learned from the people of Dijon.

In fact, as far as this kind of thing is concerned, Hill thinks he can't do something that the innocent can directly sacrifice, but if he really has to choose one, he doesn't know what he will be like. After all, human nature is complicated and people are selfish. So although Hill feels a little uncomfortable, he will not stop Leona and the Necromancer from using their lives to cast spells.

War will not give you time to think, it is best at interrupting all thinking, shattering all philosophy, breaking all feelings, leaving you with only the consciousness of life and death.

As soon as Hill's voice fell, the Dijon people over there began to charge without pressing the bag, and the next round of offensive and defensive battles began.

03.

This offensive and defensive battle was personally commanded by Commander Carl, who calmly waited for the Dijon to enter the attack range before letting the archers release their arrows. Facing such a rain of arrows for the first time, the attack speed of the Dijon people obviously slowed down for a few seconds, but it was only a few seconds. They immediately regained their previous speed, and then stepped into those arranged by the necromancer. In the trap. Black ghost hands emerged from the ground and grabbed their ankles. They suddenly had a commotion and attempted to chop off these ghost hands with a knife in their hands. This is naturally effective, but the effect will not be particularly obvious, otherwise the magic would be too dignified.

For every second of delay, many Dijon people died.

So even one second is fine.

"Second row, shoot arrows!" Commander Carl shouted sharply.

When the second row of archers released their arrows, the Dijon people used their amulet one after another. After about three or four seconds, all the traps disappeared, and the following spells also failed. By this time they had already lost nearly a quarter of their manpower.

A necromancer shook her head at Leona. Leona raised her eyebrows and looked at Monroe, but Monroe did not look at them, but still looked at the battlefield. Leona couldn't see the answer in his eyes, so she had to follow her own judgment.

The Dijon people are still charging, Commander Carl is giving orders smoothly. He has tried his best to do his best, but there is no way.

Leona finally heard Monroe's voice: "How?"

"The amulet of the church is more powerful than expected." Leona said immediately: "Almost the same as the amulet worn by the Paladin when he attacked the devil."

An adjutant over there was a little curious: "Are you more perceptive? Madam."

His curiosity is normal. Why does Monroe, who is the Pope of Darkness, want to ask his subordinates about this?

Leona Bell glanced at the adjutant and replied: "I am not more aware of power. For Mian Xia, whether there is a talisman is like an ordinary ant and a stronger ant. He can’t tell the difference. It makes any difference because they are too weak. So I have to answer this question."

What a terrible answer this is. The adjutant closed his mouth immediately.

The remaining three-quarters of the Dijon people were running faster. Carl saw more and more white fog emerging from them. Some of them even began to squat down and run together on all fours, which made it difficult to shoot straight. Increased a lot, so Carl immediately launched a projectile. But the arrow rain on Mulheim was not as dense as it was at the beginning, and the archers were tired.

Carl looked at the necromancer standing next to his wounded man, and he heard himself say calmly, "It's time to start." Then, his heart fell on his own.

Oh shit. he thinks. Why is this war so cruel. Oh shit. Why am I so cruel.

The necromancer nodded, his hand hung on the head of a wounded man, and then the wounded soldier dried up at a visible speed, black smoke emerged from the soldier, the necromancer raised his staff, and the black smoke dragged it into a The sphere was instigated by magic to fly high into the sky, and then slammed into the Dijon soldiers. The other necromancers nearby also cast this spell. The people of Dijon looked up, as if a dozen meteorites were smashing at them. The faces of demons appeared on the surface of the meteorite, and these demons opened their mouths and rushed towards them.

This is simply the world-destroying natural disaster recorded in the Scripture of Light-if there are more meteorites.

What happened next was a very miserable scene.

The corner of Karl Richard's eyes twitched, he didn't know what command he should give, and he forced himself to look directly at the cruel picture. Monroe stood beside him and said, "You don't actually need to force yourself to see it."

"But... I thought you would..."

"Under normal circumstances, you will not witness such a tragic situation. Even if you accidentally encounter it occasionally, if it is related to your net worth and life, you will overcome it immediately. Don't underestimate the potential of people." Monroe said lightly.

Carl was stunned, feeling that the Dark Pope seemed different from what he had imagined: "But, always grow up..." He realized that he had said too much "but" and his father had told him too much "but." It would make himself look weak, but he can't take care of that much now.

"Of course, this is just my suggestion." Monroe turned and left. Carl watched Monroe walk to the mummy, his cloak passed over the mummy, and the mummy suddenly turned into ashes and flew up. Carl suddenly realized that the pope let the ashes of these poor people be buried in this land. Carl's heart suddenly calmed down a lot. Is this the charm of the Pope?

After these few conversations, the meteorite bombing was over. At this time, there were very few Dijon people who could stand up, only a few dozen. They were spinning around in place, shaking their heads, seeming a little dazed.

Then it was time for them to play. Carl took a deep breath, drew out the sword in his hand, and directly ordered the charge. Try to catch the prisoners this time, he thought, next time the necromancers will not hurt the lives of the Milheim soldiers. Although he felt sorry for the people of Dijon, he was sorry more, so he didn't care about these two things.

But after Karl's Mülheim soldiers fought against the dozens of Dijon people, he realized that something was wrong, the other's momentum, the other's strength...this is a regular Dijon soldier! Carl's heart was suddenly horrified, and he was afraid for a while. The second group of attackers were mixed with cannon fodder and the regular army! They intend to use the cannon fodder as cannon fodder, and paralyze Karl, and then let the regular army attack suddenly when approaching the shield wall!

Fortunately, the necromancers made a move this time, otherwise they might be captured in one fell swoop!

After another considerable price, Karl finally won the wave of Dijon.

The necromancers over there frowned and looked at these dozens of people. This wave of attacks is also very expensive for them. The spell is one of the top spells of the necromancers, and the cost of casting it is also high—it takes one person. s life. But will there still be fish that slip through the net?

However, the magic power in this world is strong, but there is also a limit. You can't count on a few magicians to block an army, and the significance of the existence of the army is not very great.

"How?" Hill asked Leona Bell this time.

"Not very good." Leona replied truthfully, "It is a bit beyond my expectation to survive this attack. It seems that this battle needs to be fought well." Although it just seemed like winning was easy, it was good. Onna did not hold too optimistic thoughts, but she herself had experienced wars with the church.

It seems that the church has really laid down its blood this time, and has given too many amulets to the people of Dijon.

It is also conceivable that the demons have their own cards, and of course the church has its own accumulation.

The sky darkened again, and in the afternoon, it was going to snow again.

Hill was also a little gloomy, even though reinforcements were coming soon.

04.

Everything that happened so far is the same as the plot in the novel. The defending army ushered in reinforcements when they were nearly exhausted, and then together with the reinforcements they defeated the subsequent attack, and discovered that the opponent was not only rushing up arrogantly, but They used the strategy, and now they use the necromancer's spell to frustrate the strategy, they only need to wait quietly for the reinforcements afterwards. There is development and there are flips, which are in line with the law of story development.

It went so terribly... In fact, it didn't go well either. After all, the Mülheim people also made a lot of sacrifices, plus a little bit of luck, so together they created the current situation. But Hill was still a little suspicious, and he knew that his suspiciousness was a responsible performance.

The weather became gloomy in the afternoon, and the reinforcements for Winter City finally arrived, followed by the reinforcements for the Fortress. Duke Richard was still very concerned about his son, so the reinforcements came very quickly. The leader was Carl Richard. Germany’s uncle Gold Richard, at night, the reinforcements for Starcastle and Winterhold also arrived, and the reinforcements for Winterhold were relatively few, because the Black family’s responsibility was mainly to protect the Ice Emperor and the reinforcements for Winterhold. A lot of things from the Demon World Mall came, and some magic weapons were brought, these were urgently transferred by Olivia.

When these troops arrived at the outpost, they couldn't squeeze, and the nobles set up tents and camps one after another. Hill and Monroe settled in the garrison of the Winterhold Army, and among these nobles, they are naturally the most familiar with the Black family.

Snowy night, bonfire, spirits.

The drinks here are only spirits and snow water, one is easy to store, the other is easy to find.

Hill has always felt that spirits go well with war, and with these heroes here. The bonfire on the snowy night and the heroic drinking can also be regarded as romantic events during the war.

It feels good to talk to these nobles with dreams and glory in front of the bonfire.

Late at night, they gradually fell asleep, leaving only Hill and Monroe in front of the bonfire. So the conversation lost the glory on the blade and the faith on the family crest, but became simple and straightforward.

"Mulheim’s large-scale army has arrived, and it is theoretically superior to the Dijon tribe to fight Milheim head-on. But this time the Dijon tribe can attack like crazy, and there is the help of the Church of Light behind, plus Milheim. We still need to separate some to guard against the Oytin Empire, so I am not very optimistic about this." Hill described objectively.

"The Magnolia Empire participates in the war." Monroe directly pointed out Hill's implication.

"That's what I think." Hill said.

"You should know that war is not a game of 1+1>2." Monroe said.

"I also know that 1+1>2 is not a game, but a formula." Hill said quickly, "I understand what you mean is that there are many situations that need to be considered, and I mean, let's solve the other situations first. Go ahead and exclude it, let one plus one be greater than two."

Monroe and Hill looked at each other for a few seconds. There was an endless snowy night behind him. Hill touched his nose: "Am I a little arrogant?"

"If you are a human or ordinary demons, maybe I will criticize, but because you are strong enough, arrogance is your power." Monroe said.

"This answer does not satisfy me. If at other times, I might say another way to satisfy me, but now we are still talking about business."

"You seem to have already said it."

"Don't worry about the details, my dear," Hill waved his paw casually. "Are you trying to remind me, isn't this my war?"

"Not really, but in reality we are still passively facing the battle. Although we have made a lot of preparations and have affected the plans of Dijon and the Church of Illumination, in theory they are definitely more distressed than us, and our distress is also true. "Monroe said.

"You're right. But I also want to remind you that I never wanted to obey the rules of the game. They forced me into a hurry and I rushed in to kill people. I'm serious." Hill stared at Monroe and said .

"I feel your will." Monroe nodded.

"Okay, if that's the case, then do what I mean." Hill stood up and sat next to Monroe. When he sat down, his leg was touching Monroe's leg. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the door Luo did not continue to reveal the identity of the Dark Pope, but restored the appearance of a death knight. At this time, the cold and hard armor on his thigh was against the outside of Hill's thigh, and the coldness seemed to penetrate through the cashmere pants and penetrate into Hill's body.

"Yes, I know what to do." Monroe said.

Hill picked up the jug to pour Monroe.

"I don't actually like to drink." Monroe said.

He really doesn't like drinking, maybe because he is not a person who gets excited easily. In the past, he had shouted for the God of Light to lead and rush to the enemy, but he knew that he was shouting for his subordinates, not himself, because the God of Light was in his heart and soul, and he didn't need to express it deliberately. Later, Hill used his soft feelings to turn into a knife to gouge out his **** from the heart and soul, and then fill it in by himself. Later, the wound healed, and both inside and outside were hideous. The hideous scar completely sealed Hill into Monroe's heart and soul, and no one could separate it again unless they were destroyed together.

"Because the paladin stopped drinking?" Hill asked.

"According to the doctrine, it is true that you cannot drink this kind of strong alcohol, and I have never tried it, and think that people who are often drunk and use alcohol to relieve their sorrows are stupid. Later, after becoming a death knight, I took the initiative to try and got drunk. Field." Monroe said, "and then found out..."

"Then found out that drinking alcohol is also good to dissipate the sorrow?" Hill asked with interest.

"Then I think that people who use alcohol to dissipate their sorrows are stupid, and it is clear that I really don't like drinking, not because of whether it is forbidden." Monroe said.

"Oh." Hill smiled. "Well, it's really your style."

Hearing this kind of words, I really couldn't recognize it and I would laugh out loud.

Hill drank a drink by himself, "Actually, this wine tastes good. It's a shame that you don't like it."

Monroe turned his head to look at him. The two looked at each other for a few seconds. Hill saw Monroe’s eyes resembling a black lake. The confrontation looked like a pebble thrown into the lake. There was no echo on the surface, but deep. A series of ripples surged everywhere. Hill pulled the corner of his lower lip arrogantly and licked his lower lip. This is an obvious hint. He kissed him immediately, and he poured the smell of fishy alcohol into his mouth, and it didn't take a moment for the temperature of both of them to rise at the same time. The temperature caused the snowflakes to melt before they fell on them.

After the kiss, Hill asked with a low smile, "How does it taste this time?"

Monroe thought for a moment: "You taste good, but the taste of wine is still terrible."

Hill couldn't help laughing.

Monroe is so cute.

When we meet in troubled times and hold hands when the war ends, we will spend more years and more disputes together.

It's nice to have such a person by your side. The whole person is motivated.

"I thought of a possibility." Hill's thinking also became active. "The opponent has always been so crazy about the possibility of attacking at any cost. —— This is almost no bottom line at all costs. If they are not fools. If that is the case, that is..."

Monroe heard the song and knew Yayi Ya: "The sound hits the west."

"Yes, the sound hits the west." Hill said solemnly: "But if we can't resist it, both sides may bloom at the same time."

The snow was majestic, and Hill turned his gaze to the direction of Winter City, his gaze cold, but high spirited.

Monroe poured himself wine, "drink," he said.

"Don't you like to drink?" Hill asked.

"You are in a good mood now," Monroe said, "so drink with you."

Hill smiled and laughed.

Snowy night and the hero drink. It just so happens that this hero has a leg with himself.

nice. Wonderful.

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