Heart of the Castle

Chapter 781
The Winged Scouts yelled hoarsely, like a flock of raucous crows.

The commander of the magic army guarding the Holy White Stone Fort, the evil god of the abyss, General Yerudir, opened his blood-red eyes irritably, looking up at the clear sky at a pure 45-degree angle, the sadness in his eyes could flow like a river.In the abyss, he definitely didn't want to be the commander of the guard who was almost doomed to death, and he didn't want to listen to the useless information reported by those winged demons before he closed his eyes.

The human army is approaching the Holy White Stone Fort, with tens of thousands of people.The information is all right, but what can it be used for?Yerudier supported his chin with a thick arm, thinking about this question with a gloomy face.

Whether it is to take the initiative to attack or retreat to defend, the Holy White Stone Fort is destined to be lost in his own hands.This point is not only confirmed by Yerudir, but also the guy who made the retreat plan that made him lead the army to break up—the treacherous lord Shakros—he knew it well.

As a subordinate of the burning lord Dariga, since the failure of the outpost in the Moonlight Glade, the evil god of the abyss, Yerudir, has vaguely noticed the slight rejection of other abyss lords. For example, when guarding the dark fortress, he and his His subordinates were assigned to the most dangerous outer city wall. If they hadn't been lucky, they would have almost died in the out-of-control meteor rain.

Guarding the Holy White Stone Fort is more obvious rejection. Although the treacherous Lord Shakross sent him a team of [-] people in a row, which seems to be a large number of people, but all of them survived the retreat of the Dark Fortress. The fish that slipped through the net were reorganized, and their morale had fallen to the bottom. In addition, they hadn't gotten along well with each other, and their overall combat strength was not even comparable to that of an ordinary demon team.

Just relying on this power to defend the Holy White Stone Fort?Even if there are no legendary powerhouses among the human troops who come to conquer, it may be a difficult task.

The leader of the Winged Demon Scout, who had no eyesight, was still chattering, and even used his sharp claws to grab General Yerudir's arm, trying to get his attention.In the end, what he succeeded in triggering was an outburst of violent emotions that the evil god of the abyss had already accumulated to a certain extent.

General Yerudir uttered a terrifying roar that shocked the whole city, four powerful arms stretched out like lightning, and simultaneously grabbed the wings and legs of the Winged Demon Scout Captain.Before that stupid guy could say anything to beg for mercy, the extremely developed muscles on Yerudir's arm suddenly tensed, and with a scream, a cloud of dark purple blood rained down on the ruined wall of the Holy White Stone Fortress, and then the Winged Demon The mutilated body of the Scout Captain was ruthlessly thrown over the top of the city, and fell to the bottom of a narrow, dusty ravine.

"What an idiot, idiot!" Yerudir roared loudly, with unquenched anger shining in his eyes.Many demons who witnessed this scene secretly marveled at the brutality and bloodthirsty of their commander, and even some desperate succubi gave them seductive winks.However, Yerudir was not in the mood of hunting. He heavily spat a mouthful of poisonous saliva on the crenel at his feet, and then walked with heavy steps towards the dilapidated outer city wall with jagged teeth.

Only Yerudier knew in his heart that the so-called fool did not only refer to the winged demon with no eyes, but also to himself.Not long after the fiasco at the Moonglade outpost ended, the treacherous lord Shakross once approached him, and said something about his doubts about the burning lord Dariga, and expressed his intention to win over Yerudir.

This was originally a great opportunity to get out of the predicament, but at that time, the treacherous lord Shakros barely obtained his body with the help of the abyss lord Amurhydras, and his aura was so weak that he didn't look like a legendary strongman. Dill miscalculated the situation, not only refused, but also mocked Shackles' weak appearance.

This kind of approach can be called mindless, and it makes the scheming and treacherous lord almost turn his face on the spot. However, the abyss evil gods have always been known for their terrifying melee combat ability and equally terrifying simple mind. Dill was beaten up violently, so he had no choice but to hold back his breath.

General Yerudir hadn't been excited about his mighty and domineering retreat of an abyss lord for a long time, and he had to lead his few remaining cronies to the Holy White Stone Fort as the commander of the defenders as soon as a paper was sent. Or to put it more specifically - to act as cannon fodder after the interruption of the retreat plan.

As for Dariga, the Burning Lord whom he had high hopes for, there was no news from the very beginning. It wasn't until Yerudir came to the Holy White Stone Castle dejectedly that he learned from a demon who also belonged to the Burning Lord's subordinates. Knowing that, it seems that His Majesty the Dragon King has already returned to the plane of Flaming River, and has also blocked the connection with other planes of the abyss. It seems that he has made up his mind not to come forward.

For Yerudier, this is simply a fatal blow.

The evil god of the abyss supported his increasingly painful head with two hands, and strode down the city wall. With the other two hands, all the lower-level demons who hadn't had time to get out of the way were violently pushed away, and many of them were unlucky. On the wall, brains and blood bloomed in a mournful bloody flower.Yerudir even gave those unlucky victims a look. He just wanted to go back to his own room and drink strong alcohol to dilute the heavy haze that enveloped his heart.

The Holy White Rock Fortress can be regarded as a natural danger that is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and it is also a strong barrier to the south of the royal capital Fermeyer.However, this is for the enemies coming from the south. Compared with the strong city wall on the south side, which is tens of meters high, the city wall on the north side of the fortress is almost a child's play. Catapults cannot be adjusted in this direction either.If a human army occupied the castle, they might find a way to repair it. However, the demon army has always been known for its amazing destructive power and poor discipline. Their presence has obviously greatly accelerated the defense of the Holy White Stone Fort. The rate at which it breaks down, rather than restoring it to some basic defensive function.

Once the human army arrives, the defenders of the Holy White Stone Fort will actually fight a battle that is no different from a field battle. All fortifications cannot be counted on. The special stone used to build the fortress also contains a certain degree of light power. For some demons with insufficient strength, climbing the city is simply an impossible hope.

After seeing this, the already heavy and gloomy mood of the Abyss Cthulhu was greatly intensified, so that until he threw himself on the throne of commander forged from the Abyss Red Flame Iron, despair was still like a poisonous snake. Wrapping around his mind, it can't go away for a long time.

"Shoot, give me shochu!" Yarudier growled and gave orders, and immediately two succubus maids delivered several jars containing spirits, and then was waved by the evil god of the abyss, and drove them out of the room.

The wine in the jars was quite cloudy, and had a strong earthy smell. The only advantage was that it was extremely strong. The evil god of the abyss, Yerudir, picked up one of the jars, swallowed a big mouthful of the liquid inside, and suddenly felt a cloud of abyssal flames It exploded in his head, and then the scorching heat rushed out of his nostrils, throat, eyes, and ears, as if magma was erupting from his chest...

It was a wonderful feeling.

Yerudier couldn't help but regret that he didn't suppress the violence in his heart a few days ago, and slapped the human monk who could brew spirits into a bloody meatloaf.Although when the splattered blood spurted out from under his palm, it gave him a sense of refreshment, but whenever he thought that it would be difficult to drink strong wine that seemed like a ball of fire burning the tip of his tongue, let him Can't help shaking his head and sighing.

"I hope those humans will come soon...preferably before these stocks are consumed." Yerudir muttered, then knocked off the mud seal and the mouth of another can of spirits, and then dumped it on his own inside Zhang's mouth.

Yerudier couldn't remember when he fell drunk, but when he was awakened by the rapid sound of war drums, the room was already pitch black. "The abyss is above, could it be that humans have already begun to attack the city?" He struggled to get up, staggered and rushed out the door. The alcohol was still conflicting in his head, which made him almost hit the low Low door frame.

The demon defenders of the Holy White Stone Fort have long been in chaos.Since the day he took over the fortress, Yerudir has never deployed any defenses at all, so when the drums of warning sounded, no demon knew where he should be.They could only rush around like headless chickens. The little devils, horned demons, fire-throwing monsters, and hellhounds were all in a mess. The noise was so loud that the human troops hadn't really shown up yet, trampling and fighting each other. The pushing has caused hundreds of casualties among the defenders of Fort St. White Rock.

An angry and ambiguous curse sounded suddenly, like thunder rolling across the sky, suppressing all the noisy voices, and the panicked demon troops fell silent, and then they saw the huge body of the evil god of the abyss, Yerudir, appearing On the city wall, the radiance of Yinyue Maya shot from behind him, casting a huge and hideous shadow that was a hundred meters long on the ground.

"What are you making a fuss about?" General Yerudir growled while scanning the north with his blood-red eyes.The demons of the abyss have the ability to see through the darkness. However, the hills to the north of the Holy White Stone Fortress are full of undulating hills, and dense forests are everywhere. Coupled with the cover of twilight, the field of vision becomes extremely narrow, and there is no sign of any human activities at all. "Who sounded the warning drum? Tell me, where is the human army?" He asked angrily.

The demons who finally woke up from the chaos looked at each other and whispered to each other, but did not make any answer.So the evil god of the abyss, Yerudir, repeated his question a second time, with a louder voice than before, but he still got silence.

It wasn't until the third time that a horned demon warlord stood up and replied in his rude voice, "General Yerudir, I am the drummer, but I didn't see the human troops, I just heard a drummer." Sound the warning drum."

"Me too!" The voice of another horned demon warlord sounded, "I also heard the sound of a drum beating, so I beat along with it."

"This is really great! Follow the drums!" Yerudir gritted his teeth fiercely. He really wanted to use his four strong arms to tear all the stupid drummers into pieces, but before that, he had more Important things to do. "That voice, tell me, where did it first appear?"

After a brief silence, a horned demon warlord stretched out his arm somewhat uncertainly, and pointed behind Yerudir, "My lord, that voice... that voice came from the top at first."

Yerudier turned around and looked, not far behind him, stood the ruins of a tower that was mostly collapsed. It was originally the tallest and largest watchtower of the Holy White Stone Fortress, standing like a giant guard in the whole At the top of the fortress, the pointed towers soared into the sky, even far exceeding the towering rock walls on both sides of the Sword Blade Rift.

But the tower has long since been completely destroyed.When the demon army captured the Holy White Rock Fortress, there were only about [-] defenders in this fortress, which was weak.When the lower pass of the fortress had been breached, some soldiers chose to abandon their weapons and surrender, while those who were unwilling to surrender chose to break through desperately.However, more than a dozen fanatics of the Glorious Temple refused to break through, let alone surrender. They boarded the watchtower, sealed the tower gate, destroyed several layers of stone steps, and decided to live and die with the Holy White Stone Fort. .

These fanatics all have quite powerful light magic, coupled with the decisive way of cutting off their own way, it is quite a headache for the demon army that has captured the Holy White Stone Fort.The demons dispatched troops including winged demons, howling horned demons, and hellhounds, but they were repelled several times in a row. Even two abyss alchemists climbed up the tower with the talent of flame jumping magic, and they were frantic. The believers were defeated in front of the crazy attack, and one of them was seriously injured.

In the end, the commander of the demon army had to gather hundreds of hell flame demons, and at the same time activate the talent magic of exploding fireballs, forcefully blasting the outer wall of the tower several meters thick, and causing the top two floors to fall down, in order to eliminate these troubles. All the fanatics were eliminated, and this high tower became a ruin that could not be climbed or repaired.

"The sound of the drums comes from the tower?" Yerudir frowned, his blood-red eyes sparkled with suspicion, "I'll go up and have a look, if there's nothing on it...Hmph."

The evil god of the abyss grinned a few times, then raised his four arms, and incandescent flames burst out from the gaps between his claws. A super huge torch was lit.

When the flames disappeared, Yerudir's huge body appeared on the ruins of the high tower. It seemed that he was ready to fight. He held a huge black ax in each arm, and the other two arms were tight. Holding two thick bronze shields, gleaming magic lines spread all over the surface of these weapons, radiating powerful waves of dark magic in all directions.

(End of this chapter)