Heart of the Castle

Chapter 164 Dilemma Horror Madness
The phalanx of spears obviously no longer had its original neat formation, and the little demons were like countless red stormy waves, surrounding the blue and white intertwined figures around the core, tumbling crazily, it looked like a gigantic vortex .And on the inner wall of this vortex, the knights led the militiamen and pikemen who had lost their formation, and were fighting fiercely with countless little devils, and the killing sound was loud.Everyone was gnashing their teeth, their faces were bloodstained, and they were waving their swords and spears like madmen. There was no way to convey any order in this chaotic situation.Li Wei brandished a long sword and rushed to the front line, Fleisher closely guarded behind him, and on the left and right were two heavily armed crusader swordsmen.The battle team formed by these four people can be said to be invincible. Wherever there appeared to be unsupported, they roared and rushed over. The little devil was split into two under Li Wei's sword, and the huge horned devil also supported it. In less than two rounds, Li Wei slashed and killed mercilessly, and his whole body was stained red with the blood of the devil in a short while, looking like a god of war returning from hell.

However, there are a large number of demons around, and they are invincible. In places where Li Wei and others can't take care of them, there are still militiamen who are stabbed in the vitals by the steel fork of the little devil and fall to the ground to die; or are killed by the strong arm of the horned demon. Grab it and tear it in two.The appearance of the first casualties did not frighten them, but when the phalanx failed to maintain, the second and third batches of victims followed one after another.

The pikemen became the last support and backbone of the militia. Twelve pikemen could no longer simply form a spear formation, but each pikeman led a small group of militiamen. Even if it encounters a berserk horned demon, it can kill it immediately.Using this intensive attack method, the human army barely withstood the impact of the demon army, but it seemed precarious. Perhaps in the next moment, a total collapse would come.

At this time, the situation in the refugee camps is not optimistic.

This time, Lord Demon led all his troops out, except for the cannon fodder troops that did not bring goblins and orcs, the scale was no less than when he besieged the viscount's castle.There were about 800 demon troops surrounding Li Wei and others, and there were nearly 200 little demons who passed through the refugee shacks that were not conducive to cavalry operations and directly attacked the refugee camp.

Facing these ferocious and howling little demons, the young and strong refugees guarding the gate of the camp almost collapsed at the slightest contact.Although these refugees have a lot of strength, they have not received any combat training, and they are holding wooden sticks and agricultural tools as weapons, and their enemies are at least equivalent to the level of elite fighters of level 2. The little devil is holding an evil steel fork forged with the flames of the abyss.

The little devil's steel fork has the curse power of the abyss, no matter which part of the body it stabs, it will make a strong man weak and weak, and it is very difficult to even stand up.But the refugees didn't know this. In the first round of contact, more than 20 refugees fell down, and the rest immediately felt extremely frightened, dropped the things in their hands, and rushed towards the gate screaming wildly.

If it weren't for Sir Grace leading the archers to suppress the little devil's attack with intensive and precise continuous shooting, few of these refugees would be able to escape back to the camp.However, including Sir Grace, there are only nine archers in the camp that can be used. Relying on these nine people to fight against 200 little devils is really too difficult.

Before the gate of the camp was closed, the little devil rushed in roaring wildly. There was a moment of silence in the refugee camp, and then there was a terrible noise.The refugees completely turned into a chaotic mass. The refugees were so frightened that they lost their minds and ran wildly in the camp, blindly pushing and trampling each other.Sometimes there will be a dozen or so tall refugees being chased by one or two little devils and fleeing in a hurry.

"The camp is over!"

"Everyone, run for your life!"

"Master Li Wei, they can't stand it anymore! Run!"

Hundreds of voices yelled like this.The roar shook the crowd, and made those who were still sober-minded hesitate. The sound of scolding, groaning, and roaring became one, and some young and strong refugees desperately wanted to flee. Pushing and shoving.The frail old and the weak can only stumble in the crowded crowd, being squeezed involuntarily.

It seemed that the collapse of the refugee camp was inevitable. The ranger Warren and the female thief Martha led several camp guards, shouting desperately among the crowd, running to intercept them, trying to restore order to the refugees.But no matter how hard they struggled, it was useless. Their voices were completely drowned out in front of hundreds of shouting voices. The fleeing crowd was like an unstoppable turbid current, and all of Warren, Martha and the few camp guards were drowned. Sweeping in, pushing everything into the abyss of destruction.

Sir Grace, the sniper archer, looked at all this with a pale face. Although the sharp arrows shot from the watchtower nailed the imps to the ground, they did not have the power to recover the chaotic crowd.He is very aware of the coming end of the camp. Crazy people stomped out campfires, destroyed wooden houses, trampled on tents and fences, and everything. When more red figures of little devils appeared in the camp, it was extremely overwhelming. Panic almost drove everyone crazy.

In the midst of this utter chaos, there suddenly sounded a piercing and terrible voice, so deep was the grief contained in this voice that even the most frenzied mind trembled.

"The miracle is gone! The great Caggio is angry!"

An old man in a dirty robe leaned on a cane and stood tremblingly under the tower hung with endless food bags, with a look of great grief on his face.He suddenly dropped his crutches and raised his skinny hands towards the sky. His trembling voice made every refugee terrified.

"God Cargino is angry, our cowardice in front of the devil has made the Lord of the Earth angry!"

The refugees all looked towards the spire of the tower. The linen sacks hanging there had become empty, and the oats that seemed to flow down forever had disappeared without a trace.Their expressions suddenly turned pale. There is not a single farmer who does not love the land, and there is no farmer who does not believe in the god of the earth, Kaggio.For these native country bumpkins, the wrath of God Kagino is more frightening than the disaster.

"God Cargino! Have mercy and forgive our sins!" The old man screamed miserably again, then he picked up his crutches from the ground, and staggered towards the little devils pouring in at the gate of the camp. Go, while walking, shouting loudly: "blasphemy, blasphemy, expel these evil guys, and use our actions to appease the wrath of God Kaggino!"

All the refugees let out wild cries.

The disappearance of the miracle has already made these people feel abandoned by the gods. The old man's cry seemed to be a lighthouse in the dark night, pointing them to a possible route.An unspeakable sense of shame and guilt overwhelmed the previous panic, and replaced it with another terrible madness.

The little demons suffered heavy casualties from the sharp arrows shot by the watchtower. They finally broke through the gate. Just as they were about to vent their desire to kill, they found that the refugees who had just been in a mess like a flock of sheep under attack suddenly came to the door. It turned into a wild boar with its fangs bared.

The little devils who rushed to the front were definitely the most unlucky. Just now, they were screaming and screaming excitedly to drive away the refugees. Fork, he was grabbed by countless arms, and then slammed down by countless fists and wooden sticks.Several refugees were pierced by the little devil's steel fork, and the weak curse effect immediately made them fall down, but this did not stop the other refugees from going crazy.Every refugee had a look of madness and despair on his face, and howled wildly like a beast from his throat. Like the legendary berserkers, they pushed each other and rushed towards the little devil.The people in the front attacked with fists, toes, sticks and stones, and all the ways they could think of, while the people behind roared hoarsely.

Faced with this chaotic and crazy attack, the little devils were completely at a loss.Their short and flexible bodies were originally an advantage against human fighters, but in the face of refugees swarming like a roaring river, this shortness became a fatal flaw.Although many little demons held up their steel forks to resist, they were immediately trampled under their feet by the crowd, and their screams seemed so weak amidst the incomparable noise.

(End of this chapter)