Chapter 823: Tease

War is about coming and going.
Under the dense fog fortress, the gargoyle turned into rubble and scattered on the ground. The kobold crawled out of the gully fortifications again to contain the body of the dead companion.
Under the same fortress, the swordsmen and shields of the noble army used the cover of the stone wall to strip off the armor of their dead companions, take away their weapons and equipment, and retreat silently.
The blood is like embellishment, reflecting on the battlefield.
The nobles realized that the archer of the ‘Cannibal Devil’ was very powerful, and soon discovered that the opponent did not have the upper hand in the air. It's just that the exchange between the two parties is a bit ugly.
Fifty-seven swordsmen who have been trained for many years and a wizard apprentice in exchange for eight kobolds on the opposite side. This is really not a commendable result.
After losing the first battle, Farrell decided to retreat to the camp. Of course he hopes to win a battle, but if he can't, he won't be impetuous, just fight slowly.
Returning to the camp, Farrell immediately wrote to the commander-in-chief of the Northland Noble Alliance, the head of the Buche family, Friedman Buche, describing the current situation in detail.
The letter read:
"We are currently in a very embarrassing situation. There are no untouchables who can be captured for hard labor in the border area. They all ran to Victor Hugo's territory.
No one has cultivated our farmland, but the enemy's farmland has not been delayed. Victor Hugo only needs to bite his teeth through this summer, and the food harvested in autumn will be enough to meet all his needs.
Our food can last this year, but it will definitely not last next year. So we must attack this year, otherwise all territories will collapse on their own.
The cities in the North must be forced to use more manpower and material resources to launch a decisive battle against Victor Hugo. Judging from the situation of the first battle today, the enemy is fully prepared, and this is bound to be a war of heavy casualties. But we have no choice. "
Farrell's letter is very long, telling in detail about his worries and current situation. He hopes to persuade Friedman to personally lead the army forward and join the battle.
Write the letter, put wax on it, and stamp it with your finger’s family ring. When asked his wizard to send the letter, Farrell sat in his tent, hating his own slow response.
Victor Hugo has been building fortresses on the border since last winter, but he actually completed it. Although the Northland nobles followed suit and started repairing, it was too late.
After the dense fog fortress was repaired, the war broke out in the aristocratic territory. Coldwind City can continue to engage in production and construction and continue to train the army. Judging from the information returned by various agents, Victor Hugo's method of squeezing the people is more fierce than the nobles.
But the poor ghosts of the Northland are still running towards Coldwind City, and entering Coldwind City is like entering heaven. They are willing to work for the ‘cannibal’, planting farmland, building equipment, and enlisting in the army.
The reason is very simple. Without the exploitation of the nobles, Victor Hugo squeezed more ruthlessly, and the living standards of the bottom population have been greatly improved.
The amount of food eaten every day has greatly increased, not to mention the improvement of medical security and personal status. Last winter, the poor ghosts found that the probability of freezing to death was greatly reduced.
If this continues, Victor Hugo can really attack the crowd without fear. The nobles will not beat him this year, and he will take the initiative to beat the nobles next year.
"No wonder this guy refuses to make any compromises with the Northland nobles." Farrell closed his eyes slightly, sorting out the current situation in his mind, "With this commander ability, it is natural to expand abroad. Who would be on an equal footing with others?"
Coldwind City seems to be defensive, but in fact it is offensive. The Northland nobles seem to be offensive, but in fact they are desperately defending.
Farrell came with more than two thousand troops from Shitan Town, 50 kilometers away, which was already the maximum logistical limit that the army wizards could maintain. Only a thousand people in the dense fog fortress can defend safely.
The offensive requires more troops. Farrell's more than two thousand people are not enough, at least five thousand or more are needed to offset the opponent's defense and equipment advantages.
The letter was sent by the wizard’s favorite to the Rocky Beach Fortress, drilled into the new spire of the fortress, passed through the complex attic and corridors in the tower, undergoes multiple inspections, and was finally placed at Friedman Buche’s table.
The newly built fort is not as lavish as the Banshee Fort City Lord’s Mansion, but the study room for the commander-in-chief’s office is still luxurious. Under the shining of the magic lamp, Friedman checked Farrell's magic imprint on the letter and opened it to read.
There is nothing to say about the content of the letter, it can only cause a whole sigh. But when Friedman was reading, the light in the study was suddenly distorted and dimmed, and a monster body with green scales appeared in the shadow.
The tall six-armed snake demon faintly emerged. It swayed its tail, spit out a snake letter, and stared at Friedman's skull, making a mocking sound, "If there is no outside help, you nobles are dead."
Friedman was reading the letter word by word, turning a deaf ear.
"Don't pretend to be calm, you can't hide it before my eyes, I know the weight of your heart. You need an army of demons to work for you, I can provide it for free."
Halfway through the letter, Friedman already knew what it was. He still didn't look up, and indifferently refused: "You want my soul. This is a delusion.
You want to avenge the hatred that your ancestors imprisoned you, I won't give you a chance. I only need you to obey orders and fight for me. You don’t need to think about other things. "
The six-armed snake demon laughed presumptuously, and the laughter penetrated the thick walls, shaking back and forth in the rocky fortress, "Humans, you always overestimate yourself and underestimate our demons.
Do you really think your ancestors defeated me? Time is nothing but a long journey with no end in sight to the devil, victory or defeat is just a game. If you perform well and make me happy, what if I reward you? "
The body of the snake demon changes with the laughter. Her six arms are fused and unique, the green scales turn into smooth and bare skin, the tail of the snake becomes slender and powerful thighs, and the body shrinks and becomes bumpy. Only the evil erection can not be maintained. change.
The high-level demon hugged Friedman's sturdy body from behind and whispered close to his ear: "I know you are greedy for pleasure, but you don't know what real enjoyment is.
For example, the maid next to you is too bad, and the appearance, body and skills are not worth mentioning.
Do you know succubus? As long as you nod, I will not only give you a thousand brave and fearless demon cannon fodder, but also let you appreciate the most wonderful love in the world. "
The snake demon's hands wandered around Friedman's body, teasing his lust. The face of the great nobleman kept trembling, trying to resist the temptation of the devil's words.
He knew he had to refuse, but the speed of his willpower dissolution was beyond imagination. His consciousness was struggling and resisting, but his flushing face and heavy breathing showed his true thoughts.
"Go away..." Friedman yelled and pushed the snake demon behind him hard. He turned around to curse a few times, but saw the snake demon turned into a weak maid, lying on the ground, looking at him pitifully.
Friedman liked this tune.
The next day..., a thousand cannon fodder from the evil demon projected from the abyss and joined Farrell's command.