Realm of Power

There is only one vote left, and the buns will be complete this month. I beg you all for your help.

"Beep-beep" the sound of water droplets sounded in the calm dark night. A pile of corpses lay scattered on the ground. The simple mail armor on the body was covered with white arrowheads. Most of the corpses had wide eyes and an expression of disbelief. Among the corpses stood a beautiful woman in a long dress with long hair and shawl, with a somewhat strange look on her extremely pretty face. , dozens of white crystals embedded in the skirt glow in the dark night,

She secretly held a bloody short steel spike on the inside of her right hand. The corpse dressed as a captain at her feet had a small blood hole on the chest. Blood dripped from the tip of the spike in the beauty's hand onto the ground, forming a pool of bright red blood.

"Everyone, change your clothes quickly. We don't have much time. We must speed up. We must get to the trebuchet before dawn."

Lisaste's figure emerged from the darkness. The long archers and guards behind them quickly dragged the corpses on the ground into a dark corner. There was a sound of everyone changing clothes. Not long after, a group of Tyrian patrols appeared at the intersection.

The bright arc moon in the sky has already set. The white color of fish has already appeared faintly on the horizon,

Most of the secret sentries placed on the wooden roof were exhausted. After a night of squatting, no one was in the mood to pay attention to this group of patrols appearing in the corridor.

"I bet they must have caught the fat sheep again this time!" A whistleblower shook his companion who was almost asleep next to him and whispered.

"You don't have to say it! Look at their anxious expressions, those poor transport soldiers must be screaming for someone again!" His companion rubbed his confused eyes and said indifferently, "We should be the secret whistle." The worst thing is that you can’t do anything even if you see a fat sheep!”

Lisaste walked at the front with a serious face, scanning the surroundings with vigilant eyes. The torch made a crackling sound in the wind, and the sparks were blown away by the fierce night wind. The queue passed safely for a while. Nearly 100 meters long corridor

There was no one along the way, but Lisaste's keen sense told him that there were at least three pairs of eyes looking at him in the darkness. Didn't this make his heart beat with dismay again?

After passing the corner in front, there are the steps leading to the catapult. The distance around the corner is getting closer and closer amidst Lisaste's speculative breathing.

"Come on! Charge on!"

A voice urged in Lisaste's heart, every step seemed so long,

Just as he was about to turn onto the steps of victory, he suddenly heard a burst of chaotic footsteps in front of him, which made Lisasta's heart sink.

"Attention!" Lisaste paused slightly. He put his arms behind his back and made a gesture, signaling that he was ready for battle. There was a burst of nervous breathing behind him.

Footsteps approached quickly, and a patrol team appeared at the opposite corner.

"Quick! Quick! Come with me immediately, there are enemies in the castle!" The patrol captain at the head grabbed Lisaste's hand and shouted urgently.

"Third, the sixth team was attacked. The fifth team found their bodies in the corner of the castle! The enemy must be heading towards the castle gate now. All troops who received the news must rush to the gate immediately."

"The castle gate? Are you sure they are at the castle gate?" Lisaste's face was cold, and he suddenly grabbed the patrol leader's hand, and his grip was like an iron pincer, making the patrol leader unable to move.

"What are you doing?" The patrol leader was surprised. Only then did he realize that the person in front of him was an unknown stranger. Suddenly he felt a biting chill coming from his chest.

"you

"The patrol captain's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief. The sharp spikes pierced his heart, and the light of life quickly dimmed in his eyes. He lowered his head with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"You guessed wrong, we are not going to the gate!" There was a cold smile on Lisaste's lips. Whispering in the ear of the patrol leader who was still staring at death. The steel thorn in his hand was withdrawn from the patrol leader's chest. Quickly inserting the second stab, blood spurted out from the patrol leader's chest, staining Lisaste's chest red.

"What's going on?" The dozen or so Tire patrols behind them looked puzzled because they were covered by the corpse. He had no idea that the patrol leader had become a corpse. He thought that his captain and the person in front of him were familiar with each other.

"Do it!" Lizastai shouted sharply, suddenly pushing away the corpse blocking his chest, and smashing the chest of the two closest Tyrian patrols. The steel thorn in his hand emitted a cold light and pierced the throat of a patrolman.

"Kill! Kill!" Another patrolman finally saw the angry, dead face of his captain. His face turned pale and he took a few steps back. He was chopped down to the ground by the sword of Samor's guard who was catching up.

"Whoosh!" white death feathers pierced the air and shot out from the bows of the Sanva long archers with a fierce whistling sound. The dozen Tyrian patrols who were caught off guard were nailed alive to the wall of the narrow corner. On the ground, there was a wailing sound, and soon the Samor guards rushed up and cut their necks.

In the electric light and flint, all the swordman's patrols turned into corpses, and the torches discarded on the ground reflected the dead faces.

"We are running out of time, rush forward" and forcefully occupy the catapult! "

Lisaste looked at the sky that was starting to light up, and kicked away the body that fell on the steps. He took his two-meter gold-piercing shield bow from a long archer and rushed up the steps with agility.

"Hey! Look, there's a fight down there!" The whistle on the roof didn't know what was going on. He hurriedly shook his confused companion next to him

"What's so strange? Didn't they fight once last time because of uneven distribution of the spoils?" The companion next to him was very dissatisfied with his partner's fuss.

"But they went to the slinging tower. That's not within the scope of the patrol!" The whistle still didn't understand.

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"Last time they stuffed the corpses into the Tibetan Soldier Cave on the west side, you are too lenient!

His partner looked dissatisfied. In his dream just now, he was a guest at the rich man's house in the village. The greasy boar legs made him wish he would never wake up. He slapped his companion hard

"Those patrols are all old veterans. They don't get good results for their crimes. Do you remember that unlucky guy Joseph? Just because he broke their good deeds, they were thrown off the city wall. He didn't want to live. For a long time, you have to learn to shut up!”

There were only a dozen Tyrian soldiers on the sling tower who had just switched defenses. I saw Lisaste rushing up with a group of people. I have no idea what happened to Dian. Lisaste was still wearing the clothes of the Tyrian patrol, which made the defenders of the sling tower relax their vigilance a little.

"Stop! Which team are you from?" It wasn't until they were about ten meters away that the defenders of the sling tower ordered to stop. Several bows and arrows were exposed from the sling tower.

"Patrol Group 4!" Lisaste looked at the nearby slinging tower and stopped, casually answering a number. The gold-pierced shield bow in his hand had been opened, and the bowstring sounded muffled. Three rays of white light shot like the moon into the three guards standing at the door of the catapult.

Because my friend is busy getting married, I will write two chapters a day for the time being. edge. Character. The missing parts will be made up in the evening. If you want to know what happened after the funeral, please log in. There are more chapters and support for writing.

, Wang Renbibei