You call this a shield?

"Oh?"

Bachart turned around: "What do you mean?"

While speaking, the dwarf raised his head and showed a weird smile: "It's flying dragons, flying dragons in groups, Mr. Bachart, as for your order...hehehe..."

He suddenly pulled out a battle ax from behind, and shouted loudly: "Long live the true God!"

Then, the battle ax in his hand had already slashed towards Bachat.

And Bachart had noticed it when he put his hand behind his back. He frowned slightly, let out a cold snort, and instantly grabbed the dwarf's wrist, twisted it hard, and the tomahawk came out of his hand.Then he shouted angrily, and suddenly fell over his shoulder.The dwarf was thrown straight out and hit the wall.

In the next second, before the dwarf slid down from the wall, the tomahawk he took out earlier still flew into his chest, nailing him to the wall.

Blood gushed out and splashed all around. The dwarf twitched twice, then stopped moving and turned into a corpse.

Bachart narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you have been developing for a long time?"

Although this sentence is an interrogative sentence, he didn't really intend to ask that person stick.During this period of time, he knew that these guys had nothing but the true God in their minds, otherwise they wouldn't be tied up here without their hands and feet.

What would this thing say?

Originally, he still had one leg left, but when he interrogated the "Mine Tragedy" some time ago, he lost another leg.

Although the guards at the scene couldn't find anyone or any evidence, Bachart was convinced that these freaks must have done it. They seemed to be some kind of religious group and had a degraded version of their race.

Yes, Bachart called it "deterioration". He has seen gray-black-skinned elves, gray-black-skinned humans, and even gray-black-skinned goblins, but in any case, the original elves, humans , Goblins definitely don't have such an ugly appearance.

He has never seen a degraded dwarf, um, that one was cleaned up by Sheld and his team.

But these are not important.

Originally, Bachat thought he was fully prepared and invited you to enter the urn. His spies discovered the movement of this mysterious group and learned of the other party's night attack plan. As long as he followed his next arrangement, his secret sentries Will help him control the next direction of the entire city.

but……

These spies seemed to be no longer reliable, even though they were his confidantes, he couldn't even figure out how the other party was bewitched to betray him, and there was no trace on weekdays that the other party had become the lackeys of those shitty true gods.

They were all born and died together on the battlefield.

"Good night, brother."

Bachart put on his armor, picked up the battle ax and the dragon cannon, and slowly walked up to the dead dwarf, brushing the dead dwarf's eyes with his hand.

There was nothing wrong with the night attack plan, but it didn't seem to be in the city, his arrangement was cancelled... No!Maybe it didn't even work in the first place?

And the guys who attacked at night changed from these freaks to flying dragons.

As for how they can drive the flying dragon, only God knows.

"boom!"

A flame burst into the sky outside the window, and a huge explosion accompanied the roar of the dwarf.

No dwarf would cry, that would be an act of cowardice.

"Soldiers, take up your weapons!"

Bachat directly broke out of the window, and his short body flipped, like a ball, and "bounced" far away the moment it landed.

But the sight that caught his eye made him feel cold, there was no monster attacking the city, but the dwarves fought with the dwarves themselves.It is not clear who is the enemy and who is not.

Everyone was roaring and fighting together.

"Brother, what's wrong with you!"

"An'Golo! Be sober, you're crazy! I'm your friend! Did you drink too much?!"

"No! Honey...!"

"Long live the true God!"

Found one!Under the puzzled and confused eyes of the male dwarf who fell on the ground, Bachat decisively ended the life of the female dwarf, splitting her in half with a sharp battle axe.

"Stand up and fight!" Bachat picked up the male dwarf from the ground: "She is no longer your wife, I need a loyal warrior to help me!"

"what happened?"

asked the male dwarf in a daze.

"A nightmare."

Bachart took a deep look at the male dwarf, and said in a deep voice, "I will give everyone an explanation, but not now."

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Volume 158 Rising Storms: Chapter 56 Chapter [-] The Power of Fans

The city was full of wolves, and Shield could not fail to see it on the city wall.

"The city has also fallen?"

The flying dragon must have never passed, and it is not even close to the city wall. Don't think too much, it is most likely the source of the flying dragon's abnormality, and it is inseparable from the strange people from the "crow" organization.

More and more red dots began to appear on the map. If you just look at the map panel, the city wall where Sheld is located is like the Chu River on the chessboard, with "chess pieces" on both sides. Only his place can be quiet for a short time.

"Captain! The flying dragon has arrived!"

Neveu reminded.

"I know!"

Sheld was not blind, and while shouting the blessings of the gods in his heart, he swung the skull drumstick in his hand and smashed it down on the drum.

"boom!"

One hammer to silence.

Sheld entered into a somewhat mysterious state when the sound of the drum head spread, and the surroundings seemed to be stagnant for a few seconds, and everything became silent.

After a few seconds, the sound changed from small to loud again, pouring into Sheld's ear canal like a tide.

"Captain! All the flying dragons are coming towards us!"

Neveu shouted again, as to why only Neveu was shouting, because it seemed that she was the only one with extra strength in the audience, Stike and Dart seemed to be affected by the drum, looking at the drum struggling, unable to move Move your legs.

At this time, Shield had no time to look at the sky, and he didn't know what kind of spectacle the flying dragons in the sky had become in Neveu's eyes—they all rushed towards Shield as if possessed , but it is probably because the route is relatively simple, or because of some other problems, so that they began to have a "stampede accident" in the sky.

All the flying dragons scrambled to get into one place, and the blackness under the night sky seemed to be a whirlpool born from the head, and flying dragons kept mixing in.

There are even those who are anxious, grabbing at their companions, or spraying fireballs from their mouths.

"1/1000."

"2/1000."

"..."

Although Shield didn't look at the sky, the prompts on the task panel kept beating, which made him a little confused.

"What is this for? How come there are kills?"

Could it be that the fans of the Death Band came out?

As soldiers approached the city, Sheld did not dare to neglect. Although he had never learned how to play drums, he had played a game called "Taiko Master" in his previous life. Passed him about 1000 meters.

Anyone who has played this thing knows that the boss can basically play the tunes with his eyes closed after playing. Shelder doesn't have that ability, but he still has a little memory of memorizing a few scores.

Such as "Heaven and Hell Overture".

Although the style of the music seemed a bit out of place in this scene, Sheld didn't care about it, and started to beat it according to the feeling in his memory. At first, he was a little uncomfortable, because the skull was used as a stick to beat the drum, and it was still the same. A drum, the feeling is not the same.

But as a few beats go by, Sheard gradually finds a little feeling.

"Ouch? It's not bad? I feel a little bit."

With a little cheerful drumming, it rippled on the city wall.

After the chaos, the flying dragons seemed to have finally separated into a male and female, and finally swooped towards Sheld in an orderly manner.

They roared, and their voices were more like "duck voices" than the thick roar of the giant dragon.Although they are not big in size, they are numerous in number. Together with the flapping of bat-like wings with membranes, they are quite powerful, and the strong wind blows up Neveu's sleeves.

Hmm... Although I don't understand why the leader is playing such a strange and joyful melody, the order given by the leader before is to hold on.

She just has to obey.

Drink the medicine and draw the sword in one go.

Neveu stood by Sheld's side, pointing at the flying dragon with his sword.

For some reason, a strange sense of excitement and restlessness emerged from the bottom of my heart.

No one saw it, but there was a faint red light in Neveu's eyes at this time.

"Don't even try to get close to here!"

Slightly turned sideways, with the sword at the waist, one foot stepped forward, and the arm was raised slightly, a strong air flow burst out from Neveu's whole body.

"cut!"

With a horizontal slash of the sword, the flame transformed by divine power drew a dazzling arc, like an impenetrable wall, separating all the flying dragons that were rushing towards the city wall.

The flying dragon closest to Neveu can even clearly see the rows of fangs in the long mouth, the fine scales reflect light slightly under the firelight, and a slight stench comes from its body.

But at the moment when Neveu slashed out with a sword, these flying dragons slammed straight towards Neveu's side as if petrified in mid-air, and fell heavily on the city wall.

It wasn't until the moment it fell that the body was separated, and blood flowed out like the yolk in a broken egg.

There were even a few flying dragons that passed directly beside Sheard, smashed the stone pier on the city wall, and fell into the city from the other side of the city wall.

"146/1000."

With Neveu's sword down, the task has been completed and more than one-tenth.

But Shield didn't have time to pay attention to this, because he was already in another trouble himself.

Some inexplicable voices began to echo in his ears, as if there were countless people whispering in his ears, he wanted to hear it but couldn't hear it clearly, he didn't want to hear it, but he was inexplicably attracted by it.

His concentration was a little distracted, and the rhythm of the drumsticks in his hands slowed down.

Neveu's 10 seconds can theoretically cut a lot of swords, but blocking flying dragons in a large area is not what she is good at, so a single flying dragon broke through her blockade soon.

Fortunately, Dahl pulled his hips, and Xiaoer was still there. Perhaps because of the protection of the wind god, Xiaoer was not much affected by the "war drum of the god of death".

It shot into the back of the flying dragon's neck with a "poof" like a bullet, pushing it to the side.

"Captain, I can't hold it anymore!"

Neveu was counting down the seconds in her heart.

"Dalter! Sister Sidi Ke! You guys have to think of a way, don't be stupid!"

Dalt is relatively close to Neveu, and the impact is much smaller than that of Stike. She turned her head with difficulty, trying to do something, and her struggling expression represented her idea of ​​"wanting to see the drums of war". fighting.

I can't help you in a short time.

Withdraw the sword?Still don't take the sword?

Take it, Neveu made a decision, she lay down without taking the sword, and it would be useless.She tried her best to hit the flying dragon with the sword she had put away in her hand, but Naveu, who had lost the power to draw the sword, was just an ordinary swordsman with better attributes.

Not to mention, this sword has not yet "opened".

Watching a large number of flying dragons fly past her and fly towards Sheld.Neveu turned around and wanted to rush over to grab Sheld and escape.

But suddenly felt a coolness rising from the back.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of throwing spears instantly shot the flying dragons that crossed the thunder pool. They were only a few steps away from Sheld, but the distance of these few steps was like a chasm. He fell to the ground under the force of the impact, struggling feebly.

Before Neveu could think about where these spears came from, he heard the sound of "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh".

The overwhelming rain of arrows and spears shot towards the further flying dragons under the cover of night, and the flying dragons kept falling like dumplings, making a mess.

"Dwarven support is coming?"

Neveu subconsciously looked at the dying flying dragon lying on the ground next to him. It had six spears pierced on its body. It was an unlucky guy.

And her eyes were quickly attracted by the spears, which were stained with rust, and even one spear was obviously half shorter than the others—not because of different regulations, but because it was simply broken. In one section, Neveu can clearly see that the fracture above is not smooth and has obvious rust.

Although these things are tattered, they are surprisingly powerful and powerful.Just now, a spear passed by her ear, which made her cheeks ache.

"But... will dwarves use this kind of equipment?"

Neveu is sometimes naive, but it doesn't mean she is a pure idiot.

"Click...click..."

There were many strange sounds under the city wall, a bit like wooden sticks hitting stone bricks, but it was not obvious because there were more sharper sounds covering them, such as the roar of flying dragons.