The Game of Demon Hunter

"Very well, the rest of you, I need you to scatter on the city wall to prevent problems that mortal soldiers can't handle!" The witcher picked out four warriors with shields: "You have to protect us from the arrow tower. The archers here, unless the enemy presses over your corpses, I will not allow them to suffer casualties, understand?"

"What about the reserve team? What if there is an accident on the city wall?" asked the leading warrior with a large shield.

"I am the reserve team." The witcher raised his weapon: "If you have anything to report to me, come to me again and disband!"

After temporarily allocating the available professionals, the witcher walked into the interior of the fortress with the man in armor. Apart from the tall tower-like 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 there are bunk beds inside.

For example, a huge toilet can accommodate 500 people at the same time. No, this building is not that big, but it can allow 20 people to solve their physical problems at the same time.

For another example, a luxuriously decorated private apartment with separate bathroom, study and bedroom can make it easier for the commander here, that is, the man in armor to enjoy life.

"Looking at the outside environment, I thought that the place you lived in would be similar to a prison." The witcher picked up a bottle of wine from the table, and the green viscous liquid flowed slowly in it with his movements.

"If you are interested, you can try it. We call it 'Tyran Thick Phlegm'." The armored man carefully put his two severed fingers into an exquisite box: "The main material is the blood of those bugs. In fact, our staple food for a long time to come is those bugs, if we have any future."

"Although I don't really want to accept it, I have to say that even if I eat bugs, I plan to eat them until I leave here alive." The witcher slipped the bottle of wine into his arms. If he didn't say the name, maybe Vittoria would love it: "Tell me about the defenses here."

The armored man sat on a chair, frowned, and seemed to touch the position of the severed finger: "Listen, I thank you for waking me up from my fear so calmly, but I must remind you that in Lord Witte Before I came, I was the commander here!"

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

"Okay, let me think about what's here, damn it, I've only been here for less than two months, and I haven't figured it out yet..." The armored man withdrew his hand fiercely and began to recall what he learned in the Knights Templar Hall. knowledge.

"This time, let's start with your name." Xu Yichen sat down with his back facing the sun, put his arms on his knees, and crossed his hands to prop up his chin.

The sunlight left a shadow on the demon hunter's face, those cat-like pupils emitted a faint light, and the hairs of the man in armor stood up when he looked at it.

"My name is Abraham Lincoln." The armored man poured himself a glass of 'Tyran's thick phlegm' to suppress his shock: "Within my authority, I can control a magic puppet, and I can control it within a range of up to fifteen meters outside the city wall. Summon Fire and Acid, three times each."

Abraham struggled to take off the armor on the injured hand, tore 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 and shield spells twice a day." , and a fireball."

"Are you a mage too?" The witcher asked, looking at the tattoo on Abraham's arm.

Abraham smiled bitterly: "Don't be kidding, this is just another shocking invention of the great Witch Kings. As long as they have the authority granted by the Witch King, anyone can use magic in the territory of the Witch King! And this fortress It belongs to the territory of the Witch King."

"Hiss!" The witcher gasped. Does Mystra, the goddess of magic, know about the existence of this thing? If the outside world finds out, I'm afraid she won't even have a stable godhead, right?

However, with such a group of BUG-like Witch Kings, I am afraid that the life of the Goddess of Magic has been difficult, and she may have gotten used to it long ago.

"Is there anything else?" The witcher didn't continue to entangle on this issue. In fact, with the two extraordinary characteristics of [Red Time] and [Bath of Divine Blood], a spellcaster of the same level or even a level higher than him is completely True.

"I know that there are still many hole cards in the fortress, but these must be activated by Master Werther himself, and I have never even seen them." Abraham drank the cup of 'Tyran's Phlegm' in one gulp, frowning as he felt the liquid Stomach churning: "Fortunately, even if Mr. Werther comes, he won't interfere with how we fight."

"He will always be in that tower, casting spells, and when we can no longer defend, he will retreat." Abraham's words made the witcher frowned.

"What if I hijack the mage Werther?" Xu Yichen asked tentatively, "I knocked him down once in the airship."

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

The witcher's brows frowned even deeper: "Can you use your spells only while standing inside the fortress, or within a certain range?"

"I don't know." Abraham spread his hands: "Since I came here two months ago and got permission, I have never stepped out of the fortress. Although I am no longer a slave, I am essentially the same Those slaves are no different, they are all pawns of the great Witch Kings."

"Until I get the mage's order, I can't leave this fortress, not even a single step." Abraham's words made the witcher fall into silence.

But he is not one to give up easily.

"Since we couldn't hold this place one hundred and fifty-seven times before, we need to make some additional preparations." The witcher stood up and patted Abraham on the shoulder: "I need the help of those slave soldiers."

"What are you doing?" Abraham asked suspiciously.

"I want to dig a hole and arrange a second line of defense inside the fortress to delay the time as much as possible." The witcher said, observing the terrain outside.

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