"Very good, the rest of you, I need you to scatter on the walls to prevent any problems that ordinary soldiers cannot handle!" The Demon Hunter picked out four shield-holding warriors: "You must protect our archers who are not in the archery tower, unless the enemy presses over your bodies, I will not allow them to have casualties, do you understand?"

"What about the reserve team? What if an accident occurs on the city wall?" asked the warrior who was leading the shield.

"I'm the reserve team." The demon hunter carried his weapon: "If you have anything to report to me, come and find me and disband!"

After temporarily allocating available professionals, the demon hunter walked into the interior of the fortress with a man in armor. In addition to the tall tower-shaped building, there are many functional buildings in the fortress.

For example, a canteen that can serve more than 500 people to eat at the same time, and a dormitory that can accommodate more than 500 people to rest at the same time. If you walk in, you will find that it is still bunks inside.

For example, a huge toilet can accommodate 500 people at the same time. No, the building is not that big, but it can allow twenty people to solve their physiological problems at the same time.

For example, a luxurious private apartment with an apartment with a separate bathroom, study and bedroom can facilitate the commander here, that is, the man in the armor, to enjoy life.

"After looking at the environment outside, I thought your place would be similar to that of a prison." The demon hunter picked up a bottle of wine from the table, and the green viscous liquid slowly flowed through it with his movements.

"If you are interested, you can try it. We call it 'Terron phlegm'." The man in the armor carefully put his two broken fingers into a delicate box: "The main material is the blood of those insects. In fact, our staple food will be those insects for a long time in the future, if we have the future."

"Although I don't really want to accept it, I must say that even if I eat bugs, I plan to eat them until I leave here alive." The Demon Hunter put the bottle of wine in his arms. If he didn't say the name, maybe Vitoria would like it: "Tell me about the defense facilities here."

The man in the armor sat on a chair, frowned, as if he had touched the broken finger: "Listen to me, thank you for so calmly waking me out of my fear, but I must remind you that I was the commander here before Lord Vite came!"

"Bang!" A dagger was nailed to the table in front of the man with armor, less than a centimeter away from his other intact hand.

"Okay, I think about what's here, damn it. I've been here for less than two months and haven't figured it out yet..." The man in the armor suddenly retracted his hand and began to recall what he learned in the Templar Church.

"This time, I'll start with your name." Xu Yichen sat down with his back to the sun, leaned his arms on his knees, and crossed his hands and stretched out his chin.

The sunlight left a shadow on the face of the demon hunter, and the cat-like pupils emitted a faint light, and the men's hair stood up when they saw it.

"My name is Abraham Lincoln." The man in the armor poured himself a cup of "Teren's thick phlegm" and suppressed the shock: "In my authority, I can control a magic puppet, and can summon flames and acid liquids up to fifteen meters outside the city wall, three times each."

Abraham struggled to remove the arm armor from the injured hand, tear off the clothes inside, revealing the tattoo on his arm: "With these patterns, inside the fortress, I can use magic missiles three times a day, two shield techniques, and one fireball technique."

"Are you a mage too?" the demon hunter asked as he looked at the tattoo on Abraham's arm.

Abraham smiled bitterly: "Don't joke, this is just another shocking invention by the great witch kings. As long as they have the authority given by the witch king, anyone can use magic on the witch king's territory! And this fortress belongs to the witch king's territory."

"Hiss!" The demon hunter took a breath. Does magic goddess Mistera know about the existence of this thing? If the outside world knows it, she may not even be stable in her divine nature?

However, with such a group of witch kings like bugs, I'm afraid the magic goddess has never had a good life, and maybe she has been used to it for a long time.

"Is there anything else?" The Demon Hunter did not continue to entangle on this issue. In fact, he had two extraordinary characteristics, "Red Time" and "Bathing Divine Blood". He was completely worthy of the caster at the same level or even higher level.

"I know there are still many trump cards in the fortress, but these must be started by Lord Vite himself, and I have never even seen them." Abraham drank the cup of 'Terron's thick phlegm' in one sip, frowned and felt the liquid churning in his stomach: " Fortunately, Lord Vite will not interfere with how we play even if he comes."

"He will always be in that tower, release spells, and when we can't hold on, he will retreat." Abraham's words made the demon hunter frown.

"What if I hijacked the mage Wit?" Xu Yichen asked tentatively: "I knocked him down once when I was in the airship."

"Listen, I know that your strength is very strong, almost the strongest of those I have ever seen who are not mages!" Abraham said hurriedly: "Look at my arm, I can even be considered a half-baked mage here. Do you know how much strength the real mages will be strengthened here?"

The demon hunter's brow frowned even deeper: "Can your spell be used only if you stand in the fortress, or can you use it within a certain range?"

"I don't know." Abraham spread his hands: "Since I came here two months ago and got the authority, I have never taken a step forward in the fortress. Although I am no longer a slave, I am essentially no different from those slaves. They are just pawns of the great witch kings."

"I can't leave this fortress until I get the transfer order from the mage, and I can't do anything at all." Abraham's words made the Demon Hunter fall silent.

But he is not a person who gives up easily.

"Since this place cannot be kept in the first 157 times, we need to make some extra preparations." The Demon Hunter stood up and patted Abraham on the shoulder: "I need the help of those slave soldiers."

"What are you going to do?" Abraham asked in confusion.

"I want to dig a hole and lay out a second line of defense inside the fortress to delay time as much as possible." The demon hunter said, observing the terrain outside.
Chapter completed!