Chapter 2149: Fall

The night is like ink, and the cold wind is sad.
In the late autumn of Ai Ruicheng, individuals can freeze to death at night.
The soldiers guarding the city dozed off while swinging in the cold wind.
Night watchers who knock on clappers will regularly knock on clappers every few hundred meters. Unlike the blue planet, they only knock on clappers, not shouting.
It was a normal autumn night. Every household had already turned off their lights and rested. There were only a few pubs, which were still brightly lit, and bursts of laughter were heard from time to time.
Outside the city separated by a wall from the tavern, within a hundred meters, dense monsters had already gathered, and they made a vague wailing or two from time to time, a bit like a human voice, but they did not understand.
The sleepy soldier was awakened by ghost howls that sounded from time to time. The habit drove him to hold his weapon first, watch the surroundings, and when he was sure that there was no danger, he shook his head vigorously, glanced down at the city, spit, and screamed. Bad luck, and then continued to doze against the cold wall.
In these few days, he was afraid, afraid, and at first, he dared not close his eyes for a moment.
As the day passed, his fear turned into sarcasm, and his fear turned into disdain. Faced with these monsters who couldn't climb the city wall, no matter how fierce or hideous, you can't hurt me. ?
When he put down his guard, the soldiers' minds became distracted, always thinking about being lazy.
By stealth, I was too lazy to patrol, even too lazy to move, too lazy to open my eyes, too lazy to look a few meters away, falling on the ground with three white thorn that couldn't help rolling.
These three spheres are not round, they may be a bit flat, and after only a few rolls, they start to spin on the spot, like a top.
If the soldier is not lazy, if he is willing to open his eyes and move his body, even if he doesn't patrol, perhaps he won't bring disaster to the town.
He was not the only on the night watch, but they were all lazier than him. At any rate, he was still sitting, and the other pawns were lying down, with helmets or stones on their pillows, or lying empty, with their hands in sleeves, curled up into a ball, and followed The beggar lying on the roadside is no different.
Fortunately, the inner armor of the armor is warmer and won't freeze, but it's also hard and comfortable.
They just fell asleep like this, maybe in their dreams they are still holding the beautiful girl in the custom shop, holding the hip flask, you and I are happy.
Before the dream was finished, the white thorn ball exploded.
The power is not small, comparable to a grenade, it directly rolled the sitting into the sky, and then fell heavily down the city wall.
He was undoubtedly lucky. He fell off the wall and died without suffering the pain of being eaten by monsters.
His colleagues are miserable.
Thinking it was a hostile attack, everyone yelled and got up, turned on the magic stone lamp, and took the next shot, suddenly breathing in the cold air, layers of cold sweat soaked through the clothes.
They saw that the monsters were building the human ladder, layer by layer, layer by layer, until it was as high as the city wall. One of them was purple all over and was several sizes bigger than the others. The monster, like an emperor slowly climbing a ladder, moves up step by step.
It walked very slowly, but its steps were very powerful. The monster underneath was either trampled or screamed, but it ignored it.
It is like a real monarch, walking towards his throne.
The soldiers guarding the city are all low-strength adventurers, otherwise they would not watch the night in the middle of the night. To let them deal with this group of monsters is no different from suicide, so they can only ask national power to come.
One soldier ran out madly, and the other soldiers guarded the city wall with ugly faces, trying their best to disperse the ladder built by monsters.
But this is just a thought, and thought is used to comfort oneself, just like those rookies who dream of wanting to be the guild leader.
Ideal is full, reality is skinny.
As soon as the soldiers approached the monster ladder, they were torn off and fell into a pool of flesh.
This frightened other people and could only attack them with weapons at a distance, poke the head, poke the neck, poke the eyes, poke the nose, wherever it looks fatal.
A knight's sword, used by them, was like a skin-scraper.
Facts have proved that there is no blessing of the power of fading, and want to stab these monsters called disasters to death?
It's a dream!
Even if you stab their most vulnerable eyes with a sharp blade, they will be bounced off by the gray retina.
Unless you are holding an enchanted weapon, it may be effective.
But a mere soldier, a weak adventurer, the salary in his hand, even the money for a piece of high-quality stainless steel equipment, can't be collected. How can you buy an enchanted weapon?
What awaits them is the two endings of being pinched to death by monsters, or being eaten alive.
...No, there is another kind, that is, falling from this city wall, you will definitely not be able to escape from death, but when you are eaten by monsters, at least there will be not much pain.
Of course, if they have the strength of national power, even if they jump down ten times the height of the city wall and land first with their faces on the ground, at most they will smash the ground into a hole or pierce a hole in a stone brick, probably not even minor injuries.
This is the gap in absolute strength.
The resentful national power hurried to the wall with weapons.
When she was holding her arms around a big beautiful girl from a custom shop, she was trying to show her majesty, suddenly there were soldiers with short eyes rushing in, and she kept shouting.
Almost scared him into an eunuch.
He was very ugly, very angry, and the consequences were serious. The soldier died and was slapped to death by him.
National power wants to kill level three or four adventurers, it is no different from crushing a fly.
Before he died, the national power had a grim face and asked him what was wrong?
The soldiers gathered the last bit of energy, pointed to the east, said the city wall, twisted his neck, and died.
The power of the state also felt something was wrong at this time. How could they dare to harm their good deeds when they used to treat themselves as a soldier of gods and men?
Besides, the woman on the bed is not his concubine, but she raises her own wallet.
Being shocked by this, the national power didn’t want to show its power in front of women, put on clothes suspiciously, rushed towards the city wall suspiciously, and then saw a group of hideous monsters, led by the biggest monsters, Huhu la la came to my side.
The power of the country is proud, and they bear the accusation of defending the soil, so without saying anything, they condensed the power of fading, and aimed at the monster is a mid-range attack.
The fight was very imposing, and even the boulders around the city wall were crushed several pieces.
Dozens or hundreds of monsters have been cut down one after another, but there are more monsters, under the leadership of the monster leader, quickly marching forward.
The monster leader is very fierce and powerful. The attack of national power is very painful to it, but it does not cause much serious injury.
So while howling in pain, he moved on.
Then he stretched his paw, grabbed the wrist of the national power, and pulled off his arm, then his legs, and finally his head amidst his nearly crazy roar.
National power was killed.
A day later, the town fell.
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