Ramashtu is known as the God of Nightmare. It controls the three major priests of destruction, monster and nightmare. It is an evil demon god with a wolf's head, a winged back, and two scimitars. His believers all have a neurotic madness, believing that reality is just a kind of restraint, and there are suppression everywhere. The fear of darkness is the most unlimited power hidden in the nightmare.

In the long past, Ramashtu was once widely worshipped, deceitful, crazy and exciting power in this land attracted countless creatures. When facing the threat of life and death, this power can indeed make people survive, and once it is contaminated, it is easy to become addicted.

However, later, with the catastrophe of the earth, the Dark Ages isolated the traffic in this area of ​​the north. The isolated Ramashtu believers devoured each other and used their madness to destruction. A magical mask belonging to the high-level Ramashtu priest was left behind. Its origin and purpose were misinterpreted, and later became the ruling tool of the owner of the Viper Cliff Castle.

The mask once again caused madness, leading to the destruction of the Viper Cliff Fort. Between the ruins, only the nightmare creature, the Angry servant, wandered around, making shrill crying day and night. Whether it was the druid, the dwarf or the Jungle Ranger, they always wanted to find the mask and destroy it, but they had nothing for hundreds of years. They could only clean up the Angry servants every year to prevent their number from accumulating.

But the new generation of priests of Ramashtu grew up and found the mask according to the instructions of their gods. The angry servant became its army, and the first order of the Nightmare God was to occupy Nebo Town, destroy the druids, and twist everything along the Ashes Lake.

An army of bear goblins, kowtowers and trolls came to Neibo Town and fought fiercely with the local guards. Neibo Town is not a good bone. The convenient guild attracted a large number of adventurers. They are professions to survive, explore and eliminate monsters, with rich experience and amazing combat power. Relying on a circle of stone-built low city walls, these adventurers and Nightmare God's troops were indistinguishable from sunrise to sunset. They were stalemates from sunrise to near sunset.

"Soke! Soke, where have you been running again?!" Green carried a wooden box and searched for the city wall for traces of the dwarf. Fortunately, through the battle, everyone knew who the dwarf Soke was and guided him one after another.

"Oh my God, why are you bald! I told you to be careful, why did you still lose your fever?"

The dwarf's face was pitch black, and the hair on his head was like a grassland burned by wildfire. The ground was filled with blue smoke, leaving only a few lucky grass, still standing stubbornly. The dwarf picked up a piece of oil cloth and wiped his eyes hard, which showed two light circles on his pure black face.

"It's good that my beard is not burned, I can't care about my hair." Sok put his warhammer aside, and with his fingers he pulled open the wooden box. "Is this the last reserve? That's the only thing in the entire guild?"

Green spread his hands with a helpless expression on his face: "Not only we need it, but several alchemists are also trying to make potions. You also know that if the catapult cart outside the city is not destroyed, Neibo Town will inevitably fall."

Then, Green lowered his voice and said, "I also noticed that they made a batch of underwater breathing agents. I would not admit my mistake in the blue drink with bubbles. While they were not paying attention, I also took two bottles and kept them yourself. If not, I can escape from Ashes Lake."

"I won't go underwater even if I beat you to death!"

"If you don't go under the water, I won't go. So then you can kill me." Green knew that the dwarf was very brave and would rather die than turn back and want to retreat, so he could only threaten his life. Soke was angry, but he would compromise in the end.

"It's a pity that Mike is not here. The **** he made is the most stable and the effect is good. If he is there, my hair will be saved." Soke tugged his head with regret. It seemed that he didn't care as he said verbally.

"Why don't you expect something good? What can Mike do here? Can he compare to the two of us in war?" Green snorted: "If you can run out, you will be the other one. With him here, I need one more person to take care of."

"Bah! Are you taking care of me? I have killed no less than twenty enemies, including three trolls. Where are you?"

"It's almost done." Green licked his lips, took out a wine bag from somewhere, and drank it with the dwarf. "Look, this is taking care of you, hehe. You know, my real ability is to cheat, and on the battlefield, people like me can do a good job. However, sometimes I also think that if Mike is good here, he has a very fast brain, and maybe he can come up with a way to get out."

"Just win, don't you just need to do so much!"

"No, listen to me..." Green leaned closer to the dwarf, but was pressed on his face with a palm and pushed away effortlessly.

"I've made up my mind, stop talking, it will affect my mood." Soke pointed to the empty wine bag and said, "If you have time, you might as well find something like this."

"Oh..." Green sighed. He was not optimistic about this siege battle. If we simply calculate the combat power inside the city and outside the city, Neibo Town actually had the advantage. Although the monsters outside the town were powerful, they had no rules and could not rush up in a swarm and could not fully exert their full strength. With the help of the low walls, the adventurers made various tricks and repelled the enemy's attacks again and again.

But there was no counterattack, which made Green see some facts clearly: as hiring adventurers, they lack the spirit of sacrifice. No one would do anything like leaving the city wall unless they are fully confident, even if the bounty is high.

If it were just like this, Green wouldn't be too worried about the bear goblins, trolls, kobolds, and even trolls. But he knew the holy emblem on the opposite flag and knew that it was the symbol of the nightmare god Ramashtu. It was a god who could create and control nightmares, and his priest might have similar powers. Once nightfall, when you need to rest in shifts, trouble might begin.

He didn't know what would happen, but he just felt that there were great risks. Weapons and tactics are not the whole thing that determines victory or defeat, and morale also has a decisive role in many cases.

He spat hard and began to think about his way out again. He would never wait to die with the idiot, such a thing would be enough for one time.

"Hey, that orc general is coming out again." The adventurers on the city wall said nervously: "That bastard, are you going to use the same trick again? You all blocked your ears this time and would never listen to his instigation and leave the city wall. Do you know?"

Solu was fully armed and his armor was a little uncomfortable, which was caused by the incompatibility. He had not received training in combat with the Ranger, so his movements always looked very awkward.
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