The mage arrives

There was nothing worth noting in Longo's dimensional bag, but there were some scrolls and potions in Warlock Sarando's dimensional bag, which were of great help to Gordon.

During the adventure in the Danzig Ruins, Gordon consumed a lot of the potions and scrolls he had stored. He thought he would be able to return to his home in Bishui City safe and sound by taking advantage of the autumn hunting in the last few days to take a good rest.Unexpectedly, he encountered such a terrible thing as the arrival of the devil.Without the assistance of magic scrolls and potions, the mage's endurance will be greatly reduced. Although Gordon can use more spells than ordinary spell mages, the various consumables found from Sarando are also a good Replenish.

Gordon didn't have time to study the ring in Long's hand that seemed to have a deep connection with the Olanya necklace.After he found two other demon figurines from Ritter and his son, it happened that Donne also dealt with the four demonized mercenaries and came over panting.

Miss Julian followed Donne with a rapier in her hand.

Gordon handed the demon statues to the two, and then explained their functions to the couple in detail.

At this time, the hunting camp in the valley was already in chaos, with shouts of killing everywhere.Many places in the surrounding forest were ignited by the flames from hell.The flames soared into the sky, reflecting the black night sky crimson.

This terrible sight made Miss Julian tremble all over.

"Are you ready? We're going back." Gordon said after taking a deep breath.

"This journey home is not easy." Donne smiled bitterly, took out three scrolls of flying, and handed them to his lover and friends.

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"Captain, it's urgent to the east. A ten-meter-long wooden wall has been set ablaze by demons!" A soldier with bandages on his face and a bloody face ran to Ms. Taresa Bishop.Hastily reported.He was very fortunate that when facing the demon attack, his hand was injured immediately, so he didn't have to work hard on the front line, but took up the post of messenger.In this way, he can at least live a little longer.

The thought of holding a longsword and battling monsters that seemed to crawl out of the worst dreams sent shivers down his spine.

Facing the demons that suddenly fell from the sky, they did not have a strong city wall, a well-trained and well-equipped regular army, and no numerical advantage.But at least.Bless Bahamut, they have Ms. Bishop.

The messenger stood respectfully in front of the captain of the lord of the scepter's guard. He knew that if it hadn't been for this resolute lady who immediately controlled the chaos and panic spreading everywhere and organized an effective defense force.I am afraid that the entire hunting camp has now turned into a purgatory on earth.

Although the situation is very dangerous now.But at least.They are still holding on.

Ms. Bishop gave the order after a little consideration: "Let the three Lambattoni brothers go to the east to support. Didn't they think hunting wild beasts was not challenging? Now is a good time to hunt demons. In addition, send those who cannot go to the battlefield The women mobilized and went to the lake to fetch water and put out fires. They couldn't hold swords, but at least they could carry buckets."

Seeing Ms. Bishop's calm look, the messenger couldn't help but feel more confident.He responded with a loud "obedience" and quickly ran out of the tent that was used as a temporary command post.

"The three Lambatori brothers have Orlandos barbarian blood, they are brave and brave, and they also brought thirty barbarian ax warriors. It should be all right?" Beside Ms. Bishop, a middle-aged man with a white staff and a bloated figure said, Said anxiously.It seems to be asking for advice, and it seems to be comforting myself.

"Maybe I can make it through the night, Viscount Angelo." Ms. Bishop glanced at the man and said helplessly.The other party was a devout Bahamut believer, a ninth-level priest, among the nobles who participated in the autumn hunting, they already had the highest professional level.However, Viscount Angelo did not join the Platinum Temple. His divine arts were only used to preach and spread divine grace, and he had never fought against evil.Ms. Bishop really has no idea how much fighting power this pampered Viscount has.

"Ms. Bishop, I thought you were very confident." Another man in the tent said, "Although there was a plane rift in the sky and the devil came, I already sent a message for help to Clear Water City, but It will take at least three days to organize an army capable of exterminating these more than 1000 demons and prepare all the supplies. In addition to the time spent on the march, I estimate that it will take seven days for the rescuers to arrive here. If Lambertoni three Brothers and horses can only last one night. So how should we spend the remaining six nights?"

The man who spoke was Viscount Curtis, a fair-skinned, well-mannered aristocratic man.As famous as his handsome appearance is his riding and spear skills.The fifty knights commanded by Viscount Curtis are the last reserve team in Ms. Bishop's hands.If you really can't stop the demon's attack, at least you can protect important people - such as the grand duke's daughter, and break out.

Facing Viscount Curtis's question, Ms. Bishop shook her head and said, "I don't know how to hold on until the reinforcements arrive. I had to show firm confidence in front of the orderly just now, but both of you are insiders. how bad the situation is.”

There was a brief and oppressive silence in the tent.

There are about 1000 people living in the hunting camp.Half of them are old and weak women and children who have no combat capabilities.Of the remaining 500 people, 100 are servants, grooms, and cooks. They have not received any military training, and they may hurt themselves if they dance a few times with a long sword.

There are four hundred private soldiers, bodyguards, retinues, and nobles who have received systematic military education.Note that the standard of "combat ability" here has been set very low by Ms. Bishop.According to the requirements of the Second Class Legion of the Empire, at most half of them could meet the standard.

And what they have to face is more than 1000 bloodthirsty and violent abyssal creatures.Those vlo demons who hovered in the sky and swooped down could take away a few lives, their combat power was equivalent to that of fifth-level fighters, that is, the standard of first-class soldiers of the empire.As for these flying elite soldiers, there are more than a hundred enemies.

Fortunately, the terrain of the hunting camp is pretty good, facing the lake on one side, and the mountain on the other side, only the east and south sides are available for demons to attack.

With the support of the Lambertoni brothers in the east, they should be able to stabilize the situation.In the south, only the Quasai Demon and the Rat Demon are attacking for the time being.These demons have no siege equipment, so there is no good way to face the not-so-strong wooden wall.As long as those powerful demons don't join the fight, it's fine.

Until dawn, there is a chance to breathe.

Just as the residents of the main material world will be affected by the power of chaos in the abyss, when the demons come to the main material world, they will also be suppressed by the power of order.This effect is more pronounced during the day.So just get through the night and when the sun comes up the next day, if the demon commander isn't an idiot, he won't continue to attack.They will gather strength and wait until night falls again.

However, this night's battle situation is destined not to proceed according to the best situation envisaged by Ms. Bishop.

Another messenger opened the door curtain and rushed in. His pale face and the terrified cries from outside made the temporary command team of three in the tent sink.

"The Balrog... the south..." The messenger was so flustered that he couldn't even utter a word.But these two keywords are enough to explain the situation.

Ms. Bishop looked solemnly, and looked at the two men beside her: "Viscount Angelo, come with me. I need your magical support in a moment. Viscount Curtis, please get the cavalry ready. In case the line of defense is destroyed To break through, please organize a counterattack immediately, and the devil must not be allowed to rush in."

"Don't worry, ma'am. Even if I lose my life, I will fight for the daytime tomorrow for you." Curtis gave a knight salute to Ms. Bishop and left resolutely.

And Viscount Angelo, who was usually pampered and had never been on a battlefield, was far less calm than Viscount Curtis when he thought of facing the Balor Balrog.

The Platinum Dragon God is the most terrifying existence among the abyssal demons!

At this moment, a soldier in bright silver heavy armor with a snow mountain scepter pattern on his body ran over panting.

This is the guard of the Antaello family.

"Captain, Missy, she ran to the south with Miss Xiona!"

"..." Ms. Bishop's eyelids twitched. She wanted to say something, but found that there were no words that could accurately express her mood.

Although she was facing the most dangerous situation, she still kept Faliya and Xiona in the camp out of selfishness.The reason is to use them as a mobile force to defend against the air strikes of the Vlomo.But in fact, she just wanted to keep the two girls away from the dangerous front line.

After all, one of them is the grand duke's daughter, and the other is a junior whom he likes a lot and even wants to take as his apprentice. Bishop doesn't want them to encounter any danger.

However, driven by a sense of responsibility, when they heard that the Balrog had appeared in the south of the hunting camp, the two still threw themselves into the most dangerous place.

The only thing Taresha Bishop can do now is to rush to the south of the camp as soon as possible.

Glancing at the hesitant Viscount Angelo, Ms. Bishop said, "Take out the courage that you belong to the Freyton nobles. Are you not as good as the two little girls?"

This aggressive method is of no use to thick-skinned nobles.But Viscount Angelo at least knew one fact, if he didn't try his best, when the devil won, he would definitely not be able to survive.

But when I really came to the front line, I heard hundreds of thousands of demons shouting the name "Grondal" in the abyssal language outside the wooden wall, and I saw a man surrounded by hellfire, with a beheading sword in one hand and a flame whip in the other. When the gigantic demon stood less than 50 meters away, the courage that Viscount Angelo had worked up with great difficulty almost disappeared again.

"Bahamut, bless your believers!" He prayed again. (To be continued..)