As more and more knights swarmed the city wall, this ridiculous battle seemed to be finally on the verge of ending.
"Your subordinates are really idiots...can't there be one with outstanding abilities? He actually handed over all his weapons. Isn't this waiting to die? Ah, hell, you don't have to worry about us at this time. Go and get those people
Catch the leaders. As long as we capture their leaders, they will be equal to us, right?"
Baroque? Ye Yu groaned dissatisfied. Then he shook his head - the ropes and chains that bound him clamped his proud beard, making him grin a bit with every movement, but even so he
He didn't give up and spoke: "These idiots and cowards! It's really disappointing that your dwarf uncle has carefully guided you and helped you train."
Of course, this evaluation of the dwarf is not very fair...
In the city of Burgundy, there are actually not many people who can really be called combat power. They are veteran mercenaries among the half-elves, with rich experience and well-equipped equipment. However, the number is too rare. And the people in front of them are
This situation really made them at a loss - as mercenaries,
At that time, they naturally did not need to care about the death of certain people, but now they are already the guards of this city. This new status gives them too many worries. The leader has become a hostage, and they are faced with helplessness.
After defeating the powerful enemy, they seemed to have no choice but to lay down their weapons in panic.
And their choice completely affected the city guards who had not been trained for a long time. In fact, the mentality of these people was immature. The training for more than ten days only allowed them to wield swords in the face of the enemy and draw long bows.
It's just that the arrow can be shot without being re-injured by the bow string. Martial arts is not something that can be achieved overnight, let alone those battlefield experiences.
The dwarf's complaints will not stop there. But chattering is obviously unpleasant, especially when the dwarf's mouth is not far from a pair of sensitive ears.
"They are not the culprits of the trouble. And you can't let them die." Melianne on the side finally couldn't help but speak.
"What do you mean? Pretty boy, are you saying that I was the one who caused the trouble? Damn it, after all, you gave that guy an arrow and then let him run away? If we catch him, the most we can do now is
How could he end up in such a mess after digging holes and burying people? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...the dwarf's beard has just been oiled, you bastard!
!”
Baroque roared, but he quickly lowered his voice.
Or maybe it was the ropes on his companions that reminded him of their terrible situation - leather ropes mixed with tendon tied them tightly to the wooden frame at the top of the city. The people who tied them seemed
He is also a veteran, and even the dwarf's strange strength cannot break free at all, and this thing that was originally used as the base of the trebuchet is built extremely solidly to resist the reaction force.
Therefore, smart dwarves know that it is best not to be too conspicuous - shouting at this time will not show any heroic spirit. It will only make themselves suffer, and those damn humans have no shortage of rags at hand.
Worst of all, they also have socks or underwear... ahem, in the end, it will only make them, especially the pretty boy next to them, laugh.
The best thing is to be calm and indifferent. You don't care about anything. You can face even death calmly and calmly. This is what a true hero looks like.
Baroque shook his head...
Why did so many shadows suddenly flash in my head at this time? The statues of the heroes in the Mithril Hall, and even the face of the main god Moradin, it can be seen that he had already decided to target women when he left.
, are you going to throw all the glory of the dwarves into the garbage heap?
But I heard that people on the mainland always recall some inexplicable things before they die, so... Bah!
The great Baroque Ye Yu will not die! At least he will not die so inexplicably in a trivial battle when he is still a virgin!
"It must be an illusion! Jackals were born and raised by kobolds!" The dwarf spat out a few mouthfuls of saliva, then turned to his companion who was also tied up: "...little pretty face, do you think we will die like this?"
"Maybe." Compared to the dwarf, who only suppressed his noisy silence, the half-elf was truly silent. His eyes moved slightly around him, and he cherished words like gold.
"Speaking of which, what about those old guys? Why don't they come out to help at this time? They should at least come out to see what's going on, right? They have a good relationship with Edward, right?"
After a pause, Baroque finally seemed to have found something that could be used to comfort himself: "As long as one person comes out, it's enough. Is it because they are too old and their ears are too hard to hear the commotion outside? Is there anything you can do?
Subpoena them?"
"They returned to the academy a few days ago. We tried summoning them before the attack, but it didn't work."
"Tch, it's the right time. The dwarf blinked his little eyes and swallowed: "How about... what about those giants?"
"It's useless. The target is too big. Before they can come over, these guys have already taken action. If they are provoked, these people will not survive... They have mages, and the giants cannot rush over. Moreover, if we have that
If the news about this thing gets out, it will be a problem."
"Oh, by the way, what about...your men? By the way, don't we still have that thing? Can't we just let him kill all these guys?"
"That thing seems to be gathering strength again. Now it only responds to the Lord's conversation. The language he speaks is not understandable to us. As for my men, the number is too small..."
"That's right, the crossbows that Edward gave you are too few. If everyone gets one, what kind of wolves are these damn bullshit?" The dwarf sniffed, and suddenly found that he couldn't think of anything to say about the current situation.
helpful
What happened: "Ah, damn it, I forgot. You guys are too weak. Not many of you can use that kind of crossbow. Those human brats don't have that ability yet, ah. Damn it,
You guys, can you stop shouting!"
The anger in his heart made him roar.
This voice finally attracted the attention of others... In fact, the dwarf's voice had always been 'lowered' in his own imagination, and it had not attracted the attention of others just because there was a higher
His voice kept ringing nearby, completely suppressing his noise.
"...If you want your acting city lord and your city guards to survive, hand over all your weapons and property to me!"
The Wolf Claw messenger in the distance shouted the same content for the third time, and the magic-enhanced voice rumbled past like thunder.
But Burgundy is still quiet...On the long silent street, there is only a subtle echo in response to this call.
"Idiot... The people in the city are all resting in the underground shelter designed by the great dwarf Baroque Ye Yu... No, it is a fully prepared, comfortable and solid underground shelter to rest in. Even if you scream, no one will come out to respond.
"The dwarf who received no response to his request sneered loudly:
"If you want to find them out, just go find the entrance to the passage. However, I think you idiots can't find it at all. Even if you find it, you won't have the courage to go in, right? There are many corners there, ah, don't worry, you will
It won’t be painful to die, after all, at least five spears can be thrust out from every corner. And you won’t be able to hide from them!”
"Oh, so there is such a secret?"
Zaire waved his hand to stop the messenger from continuing to shout.
The Thousand Man with Wolf Claws was smiling, but he knew without looking in the mirror that his smile must be distorted, uglier than crying.
Because of anger.
This damn city, these damn fools and unruly people, actually built such a weird city. This city should have a population of at least 20,000, but now, except for those who are blocked by their own men on the city wall, there are actually
Not one of them is missing! Not only that, they are still resisting, having just been sent into those streets
A group of knights in the alley were shot to death by those terrible cold arrows! Even if she wanted to find something valuable, she couldn't find it... And that damn national mage! She actually took that
The woman and the priests were all taken aside, it was obvious that they were no longer prepared to support him!
And this stupid and audacious dwarf!
"What should I do with you? Press the wooden bars and stuff the bags? Or burn you to death, or cut your bodies into pieces and cut them into pieces?" The knight glanced at the two people tied to the wooden frame, and suddenly relaxed.
He opened his frown, but he quickly shook his head and asked himself: "Generally, it's too boring. It's all about sesame and rotten millet."
"No matter what, I bet you can't do anything to me."
The dwarf shook his head indifferently, his small eyes roaming around, and the feeling of depression and despair made his voice louder and louder: "I don't look like I'm going to die, my great Baroque Ye Yu, I still have to complete the world.
What is the mission of planting?
, I also want to build a great dwarf tribe... How could I just die like this? Moreover, I have a hunch, sissy, we will be saved this time, I don't know who it is, anyway.
Someone will come to save us."
The only thing that matched his boast was Zaire's sneer.
"Well, my knights have very sharp swords; they can chop off the heads of two or three Imperial bastards in the blink of an eye on the battlefield... Well, I have to say that this one I have is even sharper, because
He was given to me by Count Rudolf, whose sword
...However, for the imperial dogs, I will use it, because they are barely enemies, but for you; haha, the unruly people are not human, just like you, the memory is usually very poor, so I am used to letting those who offend me
The unruly people will suffer more..."
He spoke slowly, then stretched out his hand, and a knight came up and handed him something.
It was a strange thing. It looked a bit like the mask used by nobles at balls, but it was simple and crude - or you could also say it was an iron hoop, with only an opening left on the back of the head and two openings on both sides.
There is a small hole on the top, and there is a small winch attached to it. It seems that if you turn the winch, the thing will tighten.
Behind him, two more knights brought a large wooden frame - it seemed to be made of wooden boards removed from a building in the city. The wooden fish were simply tied tightly, revealing a round hole in the middle.
.
"Dwarf, look. Stay for a while, and I will stuff your neck into the hole in the wood. Do you know what will happen?
"Can't move?"
The dwarf grinded his teeth. The damn sly smile on the other person's face made him want to bite something off it, but this cunning guy was too far away, and the dwarf's neck could not stretch out that long.
But his extended neck made it easier for the other party. Without any effort, the two knights lassoed him.
"That's right, you're quite smart, and you didn't grow such a big head in vain. But, this is just the beginning. Then, I will start to twist the winch, and then... the iron hoop will tighten,
Of course, at the beginning, you may only feel that your head
It's a bit tight. But soon, you will scream. Ah, I think even the underground shelter you designed can't stop your voice from passing through. But don't worry, I will turn the soundproof barrier around.
Come here and let your voice be heard."
Seeing that hateful dwarf sticking out his head like a monkey, Zaire smiled excitedly and shook off the thing in his hand - this thing was accidentally discovered in a noble house during his expedition to the empire.
The thing, yes, it was kept in the house of the beautiful woman he had spent the night with. He casually asked the usage of the thing from a housekeeper of that nobleman, but when it came to practical application, this was actually the first time.
.
But this does not hinder his enthusiasm.
"It seems that the civilians in the city will not listen to our call. However, I am not going to let my men waste their saliva anymore... I will leave this job to you." He said, putting the metal hoop on
On the dwarf's head.
Creak, creak.
"Of course, you can't feel anything now, but you will feel it soon." He shook the winch a few times, and the iron piece was tightened on the dwarf's head. It was actually very simple. All I had to do was turn it.
The handle of the winch, you will get strangled very quickly, and that hurts."
The winch seemed a little rusty, so the knight captain, unwilling to bother, waved his hand and asked a young man to take his place.
"Soon this pain will make you scream, scream, scream. Finally, when this thing cuts into your flesh, blood will come out. At that time, you will feel more relaxed. But when you see these two
Is there a hole? At that time, your two eyeballs will pop from inside..." I saw the dwarf's body visibly trembled.
Next, Zaire's face twisted happily, and he let out a giggle that sounded like he was crying: "...it will fly out, believe me, that speed is so fast, you may even see yourself, why?
So, are you happy? I'm sure you can see yourself without a mirror or anything. You are probably the first dwarf on the entire continent to do such a thing."
This threat is obviously effective...
The description of the knight's thousand-man leader doesn't have many tricks, but the simple structure of the iron hoop is clear to everyone. The more you look at it, the more you can imagine its function. The dwarf knitted his brows together and stared at what was in front of him with wide eyes.
The human laughed immediately, but when his eyes glanced at the gray iron hoop, his voice still weakened.
"You want to scare the great dwarf uncle? I, Baroque Yeyu, come from a rock family in the Smoky Mountains, a short-lived human, dwarf uncle. I have killed more people than you have ever seen! This little trick of yours,
What can you do to fool me?" the dwarf roared, making the wooden frame and ropes creak!
"To be honest, after your eyes fly out, well, probably then there will be bone residue. This iron hoop will cut open your skull and tighten it. First there will be blood, then black bone residue, and then white.
Bone residue... In the end, after all this is done, what comes out is the brain. Well, it should feel good to slowly flow out... but you may not be able to see it by then."
He waved his hand, then turned to the side, the half-elf who said nothing.
"As for you...you have good archery skills and can shoot very accurately, so I will make your fingers softer first, and then I will carefully break them into pieces one by one, but there
Before that, I will deal with your knees first, don’t worry, this process will be quick, I will let my best soldiers here do it."
The best soldiers came immediately.
This guy has a stooped back, but the knotted muscles on his whole body make him look like a twisted rock, or a slightly shrunken purgatory gorilla! His head is leaning forward, and his eyebrows are protruding.
The swollen face and tightly pursed mouth looked like a scar.
"Put him down. Let him stretch out his legs." Zaire narrowed his eyes and looked at the panic on the half-elf's face...
The anger in my heart seemed to have finally disappeared, replaced by excitement, like being drunk...
He raised his hand.
The orangutan-like knight also raised his hand after him. In his hand was a stone hammer, but it was heavy enough to catch up with a fully armed soldier!
Then, the thousand-man leader's hand fell.
The muffled thud and the tooth-aching sound of crushing bones and flesh were accompanied by screams!
The pain of having his legs smashed to pieces made this human being's miserable screams earth-shattering, even far beyond the caller of the magic expansion, and was so shrill that it made one's teeth and bones ache.
Wait, humans?
Zaire suddenly turned his eyes, and then the scene in his eyes made him stunned - the war hammer in Old Buck's hand had fallen, accurately breaking one of his legs, and the flesh and bones had been shattered under the metal...
But……
Those legs belong to a human being...(To be continued...)
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