While the Bloody Horsemen under the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain battled with the Azores, the defenders of the Blood Skeleton were actively preparing for the battle, and they did their best to build a complete fortification before the arrival of the monster.

Although the knights of Byrne said “the Empire ’s fortifications are not remarkable, we can use cavalry to completely defeat the invading army of monsters”; but when Loren gave orders, they obediently obeyed the command in the Valley of Blood Establish corresponding defense facilities on the high ground.

The Valley of Blood Skeleton stationed by Loren and his party is actually a general term for a large mountain area; on both sides are broken ice cliffs, and the center is more flat hills and slopes;

It is difficult for both the enemy and the enemy to deploy troops between the east and the west-not to spread, but not to go up. Loren, who was buried alive by the avalanche under the west cliff, has a deep understanding of this.

In other words, no matter how the enemy intends, they can only attack from north to south and from low to high; while the defender of the Blood Skeleton is on the high side, regardless of active attack or passive defense, they can have an advantage and be an absolutely favorable side.

This is the advantage of the defender of the Blood Skeleton Valley, and the disadvantage is obvious-the strength.

Compared with the army of tens of thousands of monsters, the Blood Skeleton Guards are pitifully rare; not only that, even the imperial army that fought in the Blood Skulls in the past has never been like them, only less than ten thousand people.

A tens of thousands of people (barely forgotten, Loren comforted him so much) strength, want to fight at least 100,000, probably more than (should definitely be more than) 100,000 monster army; although the Bayern knights generally think that they are fighting ten This, but such a disparity in strength is still worrying.

Normally, the party with the advantaged terrain and the smaller strength should adopt a dead-end approach; but this battle is somewhat special.

Enemies are not ordinary humans who will retreat because of huge casualties, not even creatures-in a sense, they can really only be called "toys" ... toys in the hands of evil spirits.

The most powerful army of the Guardians of the Blood Skeleton is the knights from Byrne; if these elite heavy cavalry can not exert their true power, it is a waste of a lot of combat power.

Therefore, according to this change, Loren and the generals redefined the tactics of "guarding the valley of blood skeletons", or "as much as possible to destroy the army of monsters before the arrival of the reinforcements."

First of all, it cannot be said that the battlefield is confined to the most gentle slopes in the Valley of Blood Skeleton-it is indeed the most suitable battlefield for the Bain Knight to exert its power, but it is also destined to let the enemy swarm up.

"So, this is not the most ideal place in the Duke's heart to fight the monster army-at least, not the only place."

With a smile, he looked at Lan Malos, who was ignorant, and gloomy Regrell, said Glenwell, Earl of Stormwind.

"Don't fight on the slopes, where is that?" Ramallos scratched his head and obviously participated in the military meeting, but he really didn't understand what the dark-haired wizard's plan was except for what he should do.

"Don't fight on the slopes ... because there is no battle at all." Earl Baimafeng said coldly, sighing tiredly: "The Duke's plan used the Blood Skeleton Valley to seem unobstructed, but in fact the broken terrain will only swarm up. The army of monsters disintegrates and annihilates layer by layer! "

"Our fortress is set at the highest point of the Blood Skull Valley, but that ’s just in case-as long as the battle is going, the Horn Castle Floating City can directly reach the top of the Blood Skull Valley, and the various projectile weapons mounted on it can sweep The entire battlefield. "

"This is the first." Glenwell raised his right index finger. "The second is the imperial soldiers who are currently setting up defensive positions on both sides of the Valley of Blood."

"Using condensed stones to build walls, excavate trenches, and cooperate with the fortresses at the top of the valley, we only need to establish two more strongholds to control the entire Valley of Blood Skeleton; the offensive, retreat, and forward initiative are all in us; no matter how cavalrymen Everywhere in the valley can be supported. "

"Of course, the battlefield is still in the body of the Bayern Knights-it is better to say that all the designs are designed to make the cavalry more powerful and annihilate the most enemies with the least power."

Count Baimafeng bowed his head and said: "Horse cavalry and ranger knights can disperse the array and sweep away the divided remnants; while the Bayern knight will become the most powerful spearhead and tear the enemy to pieces."

"All in all, for the Duke, it is not only to keep the Valley of Blood Skeleton, not just to keep the height."

The Earl of Stormwind smiled: "The entire Valley of Blood Skeleton is under his control, and is the battlefield of his" fortress "and the army of annihilation monsters."

"In addition to preventing the enemy from passing, the so-called defense also cannot pass through alive ... Our Duke changed the rules of the war game."

Ramallos froze for a second, then laughed out loudly.

"Oh, the Count Stormburg, the branch of the Turin family ... When did you learn to flatter?" The careless Earl of Lake City looked at him provocatively:

"In the first round table, you had a chance to replace him!"

Glenwell froze for a moment, looking at the natural look, as if he hadn't realized what Ramaloth had said.

On the side, Regrell couldn't help but look sideways, glancing at the Count of Stormburger's every move.

"Replace?"

Smiling Ayton Grenwell, the expression is very interesting:

"Only guys who do n’t know Loren Turin at all think he is an object that can be easily replaced by others-our duke is an unprecedented person who has never come, a unique existence ... in various senses."

Having said that, no longer ignoring the two who looked at each other, Count Stormburg looked up at the ceiling; as if his eyes could penetrate layers of masonry and beams, and saw the figure standing on top of the floating city tower.

The war is coming, that man ... what would he be thinking about?

Glenwell thought a little curiously.

…………………………

"What are you thinking about?"

The blonde hair and the dress of the little dress fluttered with the cold wind, making the petite figure of the teenager seem to be blown away at any time:

"The war is coming, dear Loren ... but you are exceptionally quiet."

"It's nothing ... I've just prepared what I can prepare. No matter how worried I am, I just worry about it."

The dark-haired sorcerer with a calm expression didn't look back, and laughed like a self-deprecation: "Not to mention what I was thinking ... would you not know?"

With that said, Loren raised his right hand like a stroke and shook the "snake rune" under his wrist.

Asriel's mouth twitched a guilty smile.

Mark of the Evil God ... It was the first time the two met in the Wild Dog Village, the symbol that Asriel left on Loren-wait until the vampire of Wimpal is eradicated (to be precise, it should be taken After that, Asrier also bound himself to the spiritual hall of Loren.

In other words, the two people now have a truly "living together" relationship.

If Asriel is destroyed, Loren ’s spiritual palace will collapse and become vegetative, or even go crazy; and if Loren is killed, Asriel will ...

Will ... go back to when he was still in the Wild Dog Village?

It seems fair to think so.

"It's just because of knowing that poor Asriel is worried." With a tender voice, the teenager's delicate but bloodless face showed a "worried" look:

"Although it is indeed the only option under the circumstances of last resort, it is too dangerous to face the siege from those four nasty guys so quickly, even for the dear Loren, it is too dangerous."

"Lemantes, Gewait, Luton, Diabo ... Although their power has changed over time, their strength has been severely weakened, and it is very difficult to maintain their own existence, but it does not mean that they are no longer a threat."

"On the contrary, they are so dangerous because they are about to disappear-even if they want to continue to exist, they will struggle, if they say ..."

"You have a lot to say today."

The dark-haired wizard whispered: "Nothing much is said.

Blowing her hair gently, Asriel smiled indifferently with her small hands behind her.

"Which ... is dear Lorraine, you are so quiet."

"Have it?"

"Of course, if it was in the past, you have already begun to find ways to extract the information you want from poor Asriel-even if you pretend not to, most of them are just strategies for perseverance, but this time ..."

Taking a gentle step, the blond teenager dissipated in the cold wind, and then sat on the wall stack in front of Loren again; he leaned out, his scarlet eyes and the dark-haired wizard looked at each other:

"You think everything has been expected, Asriel ... don't understand."

do not understand?

If in the past, Loren would probably regard this as a victory-let this one always think about how to use himself, always use various means to make himself his "tool", and those who like to play with people's hearts are confused. The compensation is like earning money.

But now, he is still very calm.

Looking at Asriel who almost wrote "curiosity" on his face, Loren felt a moment ... calm.

He once thought about why he would pass through, why he would become the target of evil spirits, why he was used and betrayed, and the guy who became the nail of others would be himself ...

There should be a reason?

He also thought about getting power, wealth, power, status ... even if he didn't say anything in his heart, it was impossible, and Loren knew that he had thought so.

Become a wizard, become a noble; have strength and wealth, gather a group of "loyal ministers" or "followers" who are willing to die for themselves, and become a veritable "successor". Who can live who can live ...

Become a "God" ... he had such an idea.

once.

After being silent for a moment, Loren faced Asriel's eyes and chuckled.

"Why, what?" The blond teenager looked startled, and his expression was a little stiff with a bad hunch.

"It's nothing, you don't have to worry about how much I know about your secrets-I just figured things out before I came."

The dark-haired wizard said faintly, and his dark eyes somehow made Asriel a little hairy.

"Understand ... what?"

"I figured it out ..." With a long tail on purpose, some black-haired wizards who wanted to watch fun looked at the blond boy's little look of trying to cover up his panic and sitting calmly:

"Why do you always say ... sorry, I can't tell you any more."

Asriel shivered.

"How to say ... I don't think you can predict the future, at least not now; I even think you may be gambling." Loren exhaled gently: "So every move you take is not so much a guide, It ’s better to call it the way. ”

The black-haired wizard recalled the scene when the two first met in the past.

Wild Dog Village, Wimpar College, vampire;

Deep Forest Castle, Ancient Wood Forest, Ogre;

Ebden, Elixir of Holy Blood, Evil God's body;

Dragon King City, Four Evil Gods, Second Valve;

Valkyrie, Dwarf, Farnesses ...

If you think about it carefully, except for the only few times when Asrell actively exposed his ideas, in most cases he has not really interfered with his choices ... no matter whether these choices are voluntary or voluntary.

He was just "assisting" himself-in his own way.

"So I'm thinking ... Why, because you must have your purpose in it, it can't be for no reason." Looking at Asrell, Loren slightly calmed his expression:

"So the reason I thought of was-no need."

"It doesn't need excessive interference at all, as long as I let me go on in such a steady and steady way, I ... sooner or later will meet your enemy and confront;"

"Why? Probably because I am a stranger, different from you ... right?"

"Generally speaking, when dealing with strangers,‘ locals ’will always show some vigilance and hostility; but you, but want to be friends with me’ as strangers. ”

The blond boy bit his lower lip and lowered his head in silence.

"So I decided to believe you."

For a moment of stunnedness, Asriel suddenly looked up at Loren.

"you……"

"Dear Asriel, I decided to believe you." Loren raised his mouth, but said very seriously, one by one:

"If I can fight for all my friends-Ain, Isaac, Brandon, Charlotte ... if I can fight for them, why can't I fight for you?"

"So I will win the war that will determine the fate of the future ... for you, for our friendship; I also believe that you will keep your promise and give me what I always wanted but never got!"

Loren ...

Looking at the dark-haired wizard with a firm expression, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com for the first time, Asriel was truly stunned.

The scarlet pupils spread and then contract, just like any instinctive reaction that a surprised "natural life" body will produce-but this shouldn't have appeared on the blond teenager ... Evil God.

Not far behind, a huge force of empty space was approaching like a tide; the loud and short horn sounded on the peaks of Blood Skeleton Valley, making the defenders on the hillside still in panic.

"Luo ..."

The waking Asrell just wanted to speak, but the black-haired wizard hugged his neck and dragged the thin body into his arms:

"Trust me ... trust me once, Asriel."

"After all, between friends ... it's about mutual benefit!"

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