The chaos and carnage continued for a full forty minutes, until the lord retreated with the remnants of his army to a narrow cliff near a cliff, and then built a breastwork out of stones and corpses, barely withstanding the frenzied onslaught of the monsters.

Feeling the strong smell of blood in the air, he finally breathed a sigh of relief with blood stains on his face and armor, and asked without looking back: "How many soldiers do we have now who can fight?"

"If you count all the people who can afford to carry weapons, there are about five hundred or so. However, many of them were wounded, and no more than 300 people really retained all their combat strength. On top of that, the chaos just now has caused us to lose almost all of our supplies, and now we only have dry food that we carry with us for no more than three days. Of course, that's not the worst. Worst of all, the drinking water we currently keep can only last for two days at most. The slightly aged knight lowered his voice and spoke of the grim situation.

It can be said that the sudden attack of the monsters directly knocked this greedy group with high morale and a thirst for wealth and power in their hearts directly from the clouds to the trough.

Now, no one is thinking about plundering the tower's priceless treasures, but racking their brains to do everything they can to keep them alive.

Because they know that there is no other way to wait in place than to die.

If nothing else, the lack of water and food alone can make a person starve to death and die of thirst.

In addition, outside the breastwork, those fierce and brutal monsters did not leave, but waited patiently around, and a pair of terrifying eyes glowing green could often be seen in the dark dense forest.

"Damn, what should we do now?, are we going to die?" the lord slammed his fist into the hard trunk, his face full of resentment and unwillingness.

He never dreamed that his plan would be so terrible and unexpected at the last minute.

Especially the monsters hiding in the woods, there are so many that it is impossible to count, and if he knew that this place was so dangerous, he would not risk his life to get close, so that he ended up like this.

The knight shook his head helplessly: "I'm sorry, my lord, I can't think of anything that can help us get out of this situation for the time being. Perhaps you could try to speak with the owner of the Magic Tower and see if you could ask him to let us go. ”

"Communicate? How do you want me to communicate with him? Tell him that it was an accident and that we didn't come to rob him of his property? Don't be stupid! I can assure you that he must have known something about us in such a brazen manner. The lord growled in chagrin.

"But this is our only chance to live, my lord. In any case, you are a nobleman, the lord of a city, and as long as you are willing to make some concessions, I don't think the other party will dare to do anything to you. There was a strange light in the knight's pupils.

Not only him, but all the surviving soldiers around him looked at the lord with similar eyes.

There is no doubt that they want to live more, even if it is a humble and humiliating life, than the so-called "glorious war death".

Sensing this, the lord's pupils suddenly contracted, and he asked loudly with a vigilant face, "What do you want to do? I am your lord! My family and I have ruled this land for more than three hundred years!"

"My lord, we have no intention of challenging your dominion and authority. Just hoping to get out of this hellish place alive. Anyway, you're our leader, and you deserve to step up and take responsibility at a critical moment, aren't you?" a guy who looked like a mercenary leader stood up, one hand clutching the hilt of his sword, as if he might draw his weapon at any moment.

Normally, with such threatening actions and language, knights and guards should be the first to stand up and shout at the arrest of the other party.

This time, however, they deliberately pretended not to see anything as if they were collectively blind, allowing the other to approach their allegiances.

Although several young people tried to stop them, they were stopped by their older companions.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere around me became quiet and eerie.

"Responsibility?" the lord narrowed his eyes, carefully examining this small character that he didn't usually care about at all.

"Yes, responsibility! You are the one who caused this catastrophe, and it is you who have angered the powerful spellcasters in the Magic Tower, which is why we are in the midst of our current misery. Now, there are two paths in front of you, one is to take the initiative to come forward and negotiate with the other party to make sure that the rest of the people can go home. As for the other one, of course, we cut off your head and use it to ask for forgiveness from the tower master. As he spoke, the mercenary leader slowly drew his bloodstained broadsword, and his whole person exuded a dangerous aura.

Even a fool can feel that he is definitely not joking, but intends to actually put it into action.

After all, as mercenaries who lick blood from the knife edge, these guys don't care about the majesty of any lord, as long as there is enough profit, they even dare to loot the manor of the nobles.

Anyway, it's a big deal, just do a vote and start over in a place where no one knows you.

In this world where information is transmitted very slowly, almost two or three hundred kilometers away from a city, you can completely change your map, and the chance of being recognized is negligible.

The lord, who was accustomed to being high, was obviously irritated by the other party's attitude, and let out a sneer with a trembling body: "Good! Very good! Very good! I will remember you, and yours." ”

With that, he glanced at the expressionless knights and soldiers around him, turned and strode over the breastwork, and shouted madly into the depths of the forest: "My name is Kirwin Oren! Lord of the land! Lord of the Tower! I now ask for a face-to-face negotiation with you!"

"Negotiation?" Zhang Cheng, who was far away on the upper floor of the tower, immediately showed an interested expression when he heard this, and ordered the young man waiting in the forest: "Alans, go and see what is going on." ”

"Yes, master. After the young man was arraigned, he immediately walked out slowly from the depths of the dense forest.

Of course, he wasn't alone, and there were thousands of monsters behind him.

However, when he saw the familiar face of the lord, he finally couldn't help but sneer and sarcastically said, "Ahhhhh ”

"You're Aardens?!, the lucky apprentice?"

"Yes, but I am no longer an apprentice, and with the generosity of my great master, I have more power than you can imagine. ”

"Master, have you taken refuge in the master of the tower?"

"Why not? Whoever has seen the power of his master with his own eyes will become his most faithful servant and follower. Now, get down on your knees and show me your reverence and obedience to your master, or I promise you won't even get a chance to see him. ”

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