Heart of the Castle

Chapter 57 Burning Midnight
The refugee camp is burning violently.

The number of demons that attacked at midnight was not too many, there were only about a dozen little demons, but there was a big demon as the leader among them.The big demon's figure was not burly, but rather thin, with a long tail trailing behind it, which was covered with small and sharp thorns.Red and black lines are intertwined on the surface of his body, forming a very complicated structure of magic lines, especially on the hands of this big devil, the number of magic lines is even more astonishing.A ball of fiery red light was thrown back and forth in his hand, like a human child playing with a toy ball.

This kind of big demon is a very terrifying spellcaster, and there is actually only one magic that can be used, which is equivalent to the fireball technique used by human intermediate mages.The explosion range of this fireball technique is about 10 meters, which is enough to burn ordinary people within the range into a ball of coke, and can also ignite anything that can burn.

In the face of this kind of great demon called the Burner, it is difficult for even a well-trained elite fighter to survive the high temperature and explosion. Only knights who have comprehended the seeds of fighting energy can reduce the damage from the fireball.

In the bloody battle under the Viscount's castle, more than ten incinerators cast fireballs at the same time, causing a devastating blow to the cavalry.

However, this kind of big devil also has shortcomings. Its ability to fight in close quarters is relatively poor, and it is only slightly stronger than the little devil.The gaps between their fireball spells were not too short. As long as they resisted the first round of fireball attacks, even ordinary soldiers could cause serious damage to the incinerator after they got close.

But now no one dares to approach this big demon, because in front of it, there are already several scorched and curled up things, which belong to a few reckless camp guards, and the big demon uses the light ball in his hand to let them know Now, what is the so-called Burning Hell?

The wooden walls protecting the refugee camp were burning violently and crackling.Although when the wooden wall was built, fire prevention measures had been taken with mud on it, but the fireballs emitted by the incinerators belonged to magical flames, and the mud could not stop the power of the fireballs at all.

The sniper archer Grace stood under the burning wooden wall with a serious expression on his face. Looking carefully, one could find that his right hand was trembling slightly.

When the demon army appeared, Grace was the first to react. The sniper archer ran to the watchtower immediately and fired several long-range shots from a high place.His special longbow made of silver fir showed great power, knocking three or four little devils to the ground in a row, and also attracted the attention of the big devil leading the team.

A fireball wrapped in black smoke flew over, and Grace jumped off the watchtower in time, but the few camp guards who had just approached him didn't react so decisively. After a moment of hesitation, there was a loud noise, The fireball hit the watchtower precisely, turning it into a blazing torch, illuminating half of the night sky above the camp.

There was a creepy hoarse scream from the burning watchtower, and the camp guards who were directly hit by the fireball had turned into lifeless coke. Only one guard was blocked by his tall companion, whether it was luck or bad luck. In the back, did not die on the spot.The raging flames surrounded his body, turning him into a burning man, whether it was the worn leather armor or the hunting bow in his hand, they were all burning.

The villagers in the camp watched with horror-filled eyes that the burning man stumbled and stumbled on the watchtower, and finally stepped on the ground, and fell from more than ten meters in the air with a long scream.

With a bang, Pyro fell onto a building in the camp and was motionless.

This fireball opened the prelude to the disaster in the refugee camp. The size of the refugee camp is not small, but there are not many young and middle-aged men who have the courage and physical fitness to fight.There were burners, and the watchtower behind the wooden wall had become a restricted area of ​​life. After the second watchtower was also turned into a torch, the guards on the rest of the watchtowers fled one after another, and many people even threw their bows and arrows on the ground. After reaching the top, he was only concerned about saving his own life.

Grace was outraged.

These people are so stupid, why did the burner spend mana attacking the watchtower?Of course because the bows and arrows on the watchtower were the only thing that could threaten him.Now the camp guards took the initiative to abandon the watchtower, and it seemed safe. The demons were blocked by the high wooden wall, but the people in the camp also had no way to attack outside.

If there are other people to share the attention of the big demon, the incinerator, Grace has the courage to climb up the watchtower again, and this time, he might be able to snipe and kill the incinerator who has exposed his target in one fell swoop.But now all the watchtowers are empty, no matter which one Grace climbs, he will immediately expose himself to the devil.

The Burner will never ignore the existence of Grace, the sharpshooter, and will definitely smash the fiery fireball immediately after discovering him.

Grace didn't lack the courage to fight, but he also didn't lack the wisdom to judge the situation. If there weren't a few camp guards to attract the demon's attention, he would never have died.

The obese Village Chief Hake's face was full of oil and sweat, and he scurried through the crowd like a rat with its tail burned, trying to encourage men who could serve as camp guards to take up weapons.However, it seems that the effect of his efforts is not very good. These country bumpkins who were holding hoes and sickles in their hands not long ago are definitely not qualified fighters. They didn't run away right away because they felt safer behind the solid wooden wall than in the wilderness.

There was a loud bang, followed by another bang, as if the entire refugee camp was shaking, tongues of flame licked in from the wooden wall, and a panicked voice screamed wildly: "No, the wooden wall and the gate were hit by fireballs, they are on fire!" Already!"

Grace's eyes flashed sharply, and the tall and thin figure walked towards the back of the camp like a ghost.

It's hard to hold on here.

Whether it is a thick latch or a heavy wooden door, it is not so easy to burn through.But now the front of the entire camp has been engulfed in a sea of ​​flames, with hot tongues licking in from the cracks in the wooden doors from time to time, and the heat wave forced everyone to stand unsteady and could only retreat.

Some villagers brought buckets of water from the well in the middle of the camp, but they did not dare to go forward to fight the fire because of the heat wave. They could only pour water on the wooden door from a distance, but it had no effect except for white smoke rising.

There was another loud bang, and the fireball from the incinerator hit the outside of the wooden door heavily. The already scorched wooden door finally couldn't support it, and after a few cracking sounds, it fell to pieces in the sea of ​​flames.

Most of the demons have pretty good fire prevention capabilities. Although the wooden wall is still burning violently, a few little demons with red bodies can't wait, screaming and rushing in from the sea of ​​flames, with steel forks in their hands facing the crowd Slam down.

The screams sounded, and the villagers standing in front were already terrified. After seeing the little devil, their only thought was to turn around and run away.However, there were also crowds of people behind them, and the only result of turning around was to give their backs to the imp to assassinate.

When the first batch of victims appeared, chaos inevitably spread. Some camp guards shouted and wanted to fight, but more people dropped their weapons and went around like a group of headless chickens. Running around, on the contrary, completely disrupted the formation of the few guards.

A burst of hoarse laughter rang out, and the great demon, the Burner, walked into the burning refugee camp stepping on the embers that were not extinguished.The tongue of fire on the wooden wall touched his body, not only did not cause any damage, but was absorbed by the red and black magic lines on his body.

"Stupid human beings, surrender to the great demons immediately, if you dare to resist..." The burner looked around, with a cruel smile on his face covered with black and red markings.

"Kill or kill!"

(End of this chapter)