Chapter 320: Unexpected

After solving Clara's "battery life" problem, Clayton turned his attention to the remaining question - what use can those guys who look like Osmar in the Dinon team be used?

There are more than a dozen of these short people. They also have short, thin chestnut hair on their heads, and their faces are as pink as burns.

Clayton can now understand that this is not a personal characteristic, but a unified trait of their race, but he is not yet sure whether these creatures are enemies or friends.

He originally hoped to get help from these creatures - such as Osmar's ability to reverse fate, but he found that they would hide away as soon as they saw him approaching, and their eyes were very evil, and this was not directed at Clayton, they looked at him They rise up to hate everyone equally, including those Dinong people. This is still different from other Dinong people who wake up from their long slumber.

Although the Dinong people also regarded them as members of the team, no one talked to them, and they even left them behind during the battle, making it difficult for people to see the relationship between them clearly.

Clayton had not expected to get their help before, but his recent success gave him more confidence, and he felt that it was safer to make a request now.

So he tried to communicate with them.

The creatures still wanted to stay away from him, and if forced to remain in his presence, remained silent.

Clayton had to ask the Dinon people next to them about their origins.

From the mouths of the Dinon people, he learned that these relatives of Osmar were called red-headed people. They were once divine envoys and had more prominent names. However, because they later lost the favor of the gods, they pretended to be divine envoys and received Tribute, the envoys of the gods unanimously judged that this major sin of rebellion would require them to lose all reputation and become slaves of others.

As for the reason why the Dinon people are unwilling to let them take up arms and fight side by side, it is also very simple.

This is not a kind of patronage, but another kind of contempt-people of low status are not worthy of fighting alongside true warriors.

As for Clayton's attempt, the Dinons had no good solution. They actually tried to take advantage of the red-headed man's last blessing from the twin gods of destiny, but made no progress.

These red-headed people still think that they are still the dependents of the gods and refuse to bend down to serve others. The evidence is that the gods' favors that remain in their bodies can still be used as they wish, and no one can force them to contribute their own strength unless they are willing.

But is there really no way to take advantage of them?

Clayton walked to the window and observed the Chinese people who seemed to be waiting for something, while Osmar sat slumped at the back of the crowd, his hands dripping with blood.

If the red-headed man's power cannot be borrowed, then Osmar's power should be consumed to make this battle fair.

Pileg sat on the eaves and kicked his legs. He was also looking at the windows of the castle. Defending the city was not a good job for him because of his active nature. Attacking the city was much more interesting. What's more, there are many military experts in the castle, so he will have a greater sense of accomplishment in conquering the castle.

He suggested to Edwards: "Perhaps we can use the Blood Lord to break into the castle. Anyway, he doesn't know who the people in the castle are. As long as we unite with the new helpers to retreat, he will attack the people in the castle first. Wait for him Just kill or take these people away, and then we can come back. By then, He may have been injured and weak, giving us a chance to achieve complete victory."

This proposal was perfect from a military point of view, but Edwards looked at him in surprise:

"You mean I want an enemy of a country to invade my country just to attack another group of rebels? I will never allow it!"

A country can only have a few hundred people but be recognized by neighboring countries, but if all the land is lost, the country will be declared dead even if all the people are still there.

He could never accept this.

And - "I can already sense Him, Pan is here."

Edwards' gaze flew across the castle and into the forest further away.

If a bird looks down there, it can be seen that the green tree shadows that are close to the sky are swaying slightly in turn, forming a slender trajectory that is spreading all the way to this country.

"It's time to attack, Pleg," he said.

Pileg stood up holding on to the eaves, but found something at the window of the castle. He narrowed his eyes: "Wait a minute, our new king seems to be in cahoots with the monkey."

Edwards also looked over.

At the window, Clayton affectionately held a monkey's shoulder, looking at them with eyes full of confidence and arrogance, as if the god of fate was already on his side.

"He convinced those red heads to work for him?"

Edwards once recruited red-headed people, but these red-headed people were too stubborn to convince and were unwilling to contribute to him even if they endured torture, so he inserted them back into the stakes in the open-air sacrificial site.

He thought this was a trick by the Mud-Legged King to show off his power, but he also had doubts about his own judgment. Recent events had really made him lose his confidence.

But can Creighton do what he can't?

As Edwards pondered this, he realized that he didn't know much about the man he had personally elected as king. All he knew was that he was a suspicious and cunning man, and much more.

"A bitch!"

He scolded Creighton, even though he never regarded him as an equal, and he didn't even ask the names of these outsiders.

After venting his anger, he looked at Osmar again, who already understood what he was going to do.

Since Edwards couldn't be sure what Clayton would do with his relatives next, he just had to take precautions beforehand - using the power of the monkey's paw of fate to hedge.

To ensure effectiveness, three fingers were ignited at once.

Osmar could refuse, but he didn't, so he only had the last finger left - the index finger of his left hand.

"I won't forget your contribution." Edwards said deeply.

He looked quite old, and he barely pretended to be dignified when he was silent, but when he exposed his true nature in front of these outsiders who retained their complete personalities, his posture could no longer remain calm, and his true inner self was even more disgusting.

Even such solemn words, when spoken from his mouth, seemed like a lovelorn playboy making a promise without credibility in order to sleep with his mistress.

However, Osmar accepted it like a stupid mistress.

His decision was so fast that Edwards was caught off guard, but he did not read any emotions other than "obedience" and "disgust" from the red-headed man, so the situation was clear at a glance.

The captive surrendered completely.

"Very good, we can attack now." Edwards said with satisfaction.

Now is not the best time to attack, but Pileg knows the ruler's character, so he did not refute, but tried his best to do the best within his control.

All the remaining people of this country, together with the evil creatures, moved forward steadily and arrived at the gate of the castle.

Their identities in this country are just civilians, but before entering the fairyland, they were dangerous fugitives or members of various secret societies. Even if their physical fitness has declined after being infected by demons, the fighting skills they have mastered have not been lost.

If Pileg can really handle this war in full, he will never sacrifice these people in exchange for the beast-like evil spirits.

However, at this point, he can only accept the fact that this army has been permanently reduced in number.

In addition, in addition to the help Edwards claimed, the other surprise troops he dispatched should also arrive at the location at this time.

Four monsters climbed over the wall to find the mechanism to open the gate. The defenders tried to attack them with bows and javelins. After three monsters were stabbed into porcupines, the last monster reached the mechanism. It stood up, carried its companion's body as a shield, grabbed the capstan with its claws, and turned it. The iron gate slowly lifted up with a harsh sound.

Edwards' army entered through the gate.

Since the armory was in the hands of the rebels, they only had temporary swords and no armor. They even had to use high candlesticks as weapons, but the deterrent power of the monsters accompanying the army should not be underestimated.

Clayton and several other military commanders all noticed the determination of this attack. They quickly gathered the bodies in the corridor. Their own members were spliced ​​together, while the enemy's bodies were either piled up as obstacles or pushed into the room to avoid affecting the battle.

Soon, both sides entered a full combat state at the same time.

The pressure was once again on Clayton's side. The gap in the wall on the west side of the first floor was once again used by Edwards' army. A large number of evil creatures rushed in to attack the spear formation, and at the same time, those human soldiers also rushed in from the side windows.

They gave up the plan to attack three floors at the same time, and only attacked the first floor where Clayton was.

Although the offensive was more fierce, their attack method did not change from before. Clayton and the soldiers he led were able to cope with it, and the battle line was deadlocked in the corridor on the first floor.

"Can we do it again?" Clayton asked Donna. In her arms, Clara had recovered her spirit.

But the witch shook her head.

"Now there are still many of our troops in the corridor. Releasing the fire will accidentally hurt our own people. At least it should be released like last time."

Clayton nodded and began to shrink the troops, putting more enemies into the corridor.

When Edwards' soldiers occupied most of the corridor again, the fire of the soul was ignited again, and the flames instantly filled the corridor. The enemies stopped moving in the fire, and their minds were burned out by this illusory temperature.

When the flames dissipated, the scene in the corridor was no different from the last time.

A large number of human bodies collapsed on the ground, and the evil creatures escaped without a trace.

But Clayton had a bad premonition in his heart. He tried to capture this fleeting thought fragment for analysis, but he had no clue.

Until the next second.

The rebels first felt a slight vibration on the ground under their feet, followed by a loud bang, a terrible cracking sound and a devil-like cry from under their feet, and the room and corridor began to shake, making people unstable and light under their feet, even giving people a feeling of flying.

The people who still had the energy to observe the surroundings looked at the street scenery outside the window in surprise as it rose rapidly. Almost instantly, the light source inside the castle was cut off.

The corridor on the first floor had fallen into complete darkness.

Donna was thrown against the wall in this huge change, and then fell heavily. She felt sick to her stomach and even felt uncomfortable standing. When she couldn't help but put her hand over her mouth, she found that her mouth and nose had become wet without knowing when, as if blood was flowing out automatically.

In the case of injury, she couldn't see the people around her, and Clara was separated from her. She couldn't help feeling scared.

Fortunately, there was a pair of yellow eyes shining slightly.

She slowly walked over, holding onto the wall, and finally felt relieved.

"Krey, what's going on outside?"

In the darkness, Clayton spoke, his voice hinted with anger: "There is no outside, we are underground now."

That's right, just now, the entire castle sank from the surface and crashed into the ground.

There is only one thing that can do this - the dwarf's alchemical explosives.