The flanks of the stronghold have been almost abandoned.

The rich mist was spreading itself, maybe it was the torch, or it was the reason why the blood kept splashing, it showed a light red color.

Adam was at the forefront and split his hair with a steel sword.

The miserable bones and dark blood have occupied the entire field of view.

Luca accompanied him and swung the [Sziak broadsword] captured by the arena, and he could instantly cut down several wild wolves.

More people stand in front of the black wave, either raise their shields to defend, or stab and kill with spears.

The injured were transferred to the rear to take the torch, and the scars were evenly distributed on the warriors.

Adam used his hands to wipe the bloody face, and the leather gloves were very sticky, so he had to take them off and repeat the action again.

The chest pain was in a breath of breath and the heart was a little out of control.

They have established a defense to completely resist the group of wild beasts, and the wreckage of corpses are piled up and overlapping, and there is a vague trend of becoming a second wall.

On the line of life and death, no one is timid. If you keep tearing open the flesh and blood, you will be closer to hope.

The same is true for wolves. They are puppets, with red eyes and salivating to kill humans, and the number of gatherings under the low walls has increased.

Very good, let you know the price of fearlessness!

Adam sent the steel sword into the middle of the fangs, and the beast lost consciousness on the spot and slid down heavily.

"Back back, ignite!"

He shouted loudly, the entire line of defense paused and retreated backwards organizedly.

The arrowheads were placed on the bowstring, and the few inventory in the stronghold were used. They were ignited and shot out, and a star-shaped fire net rose in the air.

The arc was bent downward, mostly falling between the wolves, and several were stabbed to death.

But this wave of attacks did not remain silent. The clay pots that were discarded and smashed early had left enough strong grease under the walls.

At this moment, being teased by the rain of arrows, the sea of ​​fire suddenly rose.

The red flame brought a strong wind, and everyone was suppressed by the heat wave, and a large area of ​​light burst out in front of them, which became more and more intense among the corpses.

The wolves that had just jumped onto the low wall were blown away by flames, or they were burned to remove their hair, and rolled in the struggle.

Most of the black shadows gathered under the wall have been ignited at this moment.

Aww, aww!

Various wild beasts were screaming one after another, and the wooden structure crackled in the light, and finally collapsed, and the strong wind brought the flames even more vigorously.

The choking smoke, various burnt smells, and the strange and terrifying meat smell also floated.

That picture was printed in everyone's heart:

Adam stood proudly with his sword, crossing the defense line several positions, like a towering reef in a storm, with shadows constantly being pulled by fire dragons, but no embers dared to float across that shoulder.

Not all the wolves died and never gave up struggling.

They were completely in trouble, mostly with fur curled up and pitch black, and even ran into the crowd with fire.

Only a few are lucky enough to get rid of it.

If you encounter someone who has just witnessed a tragic death of a friend, you will inevitably slash and vent your anger and send it on your way.

But the number is limited after all, and the clearing-style siege will end soon.

The crowd had no target to continue the murderous intent. The crowd was exhausted and could only look at the fire with empty eyes - all dead creatures tonight would basically be burned.

Adam's eyes were deep and his expression was cold. The blood clots had begun to harden while baking.

The fire made the wolves on the opposite side unable to cross. They seemed to be exploring other offensive paths, but they were not in high spirits and seemed to need a short rest.

The light radiates from the horizon, gradually dispersing the thick fog that has floated all night, causing it to slowly move towards the hills or shades.

The minimap shows that the red dots also stay away, eventually exceeding the [reconnaissance] range and hiding in the depths of the forest.

The entire stronghold was bathed in the morning light again, and each building was extremely clear, and the hazy feeling that lasted all night was firmly replaced.

The gentle autumn sun is gently soothing this injured land.

Thorn!

Adam's movements stiffly put his sword into the sheath, and his whole body was on the verge of exhaustion.

[Fight ended, 23 dead, 17 injured, 104 reputation]

"We're winning for the time being, but it's not completely over yet."

His tone was mediocre, and maybe only a few people heard it.

"Cheer, but don't be too loud to avoid disturbing the dead..."

At the end of the speech, the ending sound was also pulled into his throat, as if something was pressing down.

The crowd fell to the spot, the pressure was relieved, and grief surged, and many people were crying with their faces covered.

After life was stable, he was stabbed again.

Many people at the stronghold did not participate in the war. They took on various tasks, took care of all the wounded, cleaned the battlefield easily, and supplied the traps.

Things are going well, but in the end, there is no past passion. The stronghold can only operate in an orderly manner under the command of the lord.

...

In the afternoon, in the main building.

Adam took off all his clothes into the basin, and the blood and stains increased their weight, waiting for the villagers to hammer them clean.

He leaned against the inside of the bathtub, his eye sockets were deep and dark, and his pupils were completely lit.

There was no added herbs in the water, but it had been dyed dark by the dirt that continued to spread.

After the temperature gradually adapted, it began to become cold, but he never moved, and the fatigue on his body had never been so strong.

Yay, bang.

The door opened and closed, and Jane walked in with her clothes in her arms.

She also felt hard in her eyebrows and eyes. She must have just returned from the resettlement site of the wounded. This girl is so down-to-earth and serious.

Jane had a smile on her lips, but she didn't have any joy. She lifted her sleeves, laid Adam's head up, scooped up a full pool of water and slowly fell down from behind.

The color in the bathtub is instantly darkened.

"Please close your eyes, sir."

After she finished speaking, she waited until the eyes closed and then rushed the warm water down from the other side.

After repeated several times, this head gradually returned to human form.

The most blood stains near the neck are exposed, and many wounds are exposed. At this moment, there is a tendency to heal, but it is still shocking.

Jian Qingjie's movements were very gentle and he almost didn't involve any cracks.

"The uncles all say that the medicine is very strong and it should hurt. Please be patient and you can stop it at any time."

Finally, she added.

"If you don't want to talk, you can raise your hand and I'll see it."

Jane's worries were a little redundant. In fact, the whole process was very quiet. Even if she pulled out half of her teeth, the man had never shivered.

Adam never spoke.

For her, this is a "kind adult" in front of her and needs special care.

For those militia outside, he was a sword-holding god of war, a man who was strong and could give his life to bet on his hope.

The clean and refreshing lining covers the bandage, revealing a few blood spots, and the muscles support the outline just right.

Jane thought that the lord would not speak until all the work was completed.

But as soon as she packed the tub, she heard the slightly tired male voice ringing from the bed:

"sorry."

Jian looked back in surprise. The lord was pillowing his arm, looking towards the roof, his face regained blood and his pupils also showed signs.

She didn't think about whether this was an auditory hallucination, nor did she ask who the apology was for.

Jane walked to the edge of the bed and squatted down, leaning her head against the other person's chest, but not pointing her face at Adam.

"Sir, I didn't cry because it was not good for anyone. You have been carrying a lot of things on your shoulders, and I don't want to cause any more trouble.

I sincerely pray for your peace.

And, thank you for your hard work.”

Adam brought up a half-sad smile.

He raised his hand to touch the girl's head, and gently pinched the back of his neck, covering his soft hair on his palm, like a warm blanket.

Adam fell asleep at some point.

But breathing is well-proportioned and natural, and the expression is very calm.

I didn't see any dead souls in my dream, only a small dandelion was flying in the wind...
Chapter completed!