Chapter 447 Reaper

Aite was so frightened that he couldn't move. He watched helplessly as the other party turned his head to look at him. The mucus dripping from the gray-brown fangs could be seen.

"Don't worry, I won't eat you," the monster suddenly made a muddy human voice, almost making Aite scream. Oh my god, this thing can actually talk!

What surprised him even more was what was happening behind him. A woman jumped off the monster's back, walked step by step to Tongshan, turned him over and groped for a while, "This guy is still alive, Maisie, send him to Nanawa." .”

"Ouch!" As if the giant beast understood her words, it raised its two front paws and grabbed the captain, then flapped its wings and flew up again. The strong air flow made Aite unable to open his eyes. When the wind and snow subsided, he looked around with half-squinted eyes. There was nothing at the top of the city, as if everything just now was just a dream.

No, it's not a dream... the woman is still there!

It was pitch dark on the top of the city, and he could only roughly see the figure of the other party. There was no light source around, but her pupils emitted a strange golden light, like stars in the night.

"W-who are you?"

"Reinforcements." The woman's answer stunned him.

"Wha...what?" Ait felt that even a dream was more real than this, "Are you here to help me?"

"This is what His Highness Roland meant," she squatted down, dug out a long sword from the crushed corpse, and swung it without caring about the flesh and blood on it.

Aite felt something churning in his stomach. He retched twice, but nothing could be vomited out except sour water. At this moment, shouts were heard again from below the city tower. It was obvious that the noise and terrifying roar caused by the giant beast had frightened the enemy - but it was only a shock. They could not see the astonishing scene happening at the top of the city. The movement subsided and they began to move again.

"The His Highness you are talking about...is His Highness the Prince of Border Town?" He wiped the corners of his mouth and asked breathlessly.

"Besides him, is there anyone named Roland?" The black-haired woman began to look for weapons on another corpse. Aite simply turned his head and did not look at her actions.

"But Border Town is at least three days away from here... How could His Highness know about the rebellion of the nobles so quickly?" Aite swallowed, "And the monster just now was..."

"That's not a monster, but the witch who saved you," her tone turned cold, "I don't have time to answer your questions, so just stay aside quietly."

Without the obstruction of muskets, this time the enemy successfully climbed to the top of the city, and the flickering light of the torches lit up again. However, when they found that there was only one woman standing in front of them, they all froze on the spot.

But soon, the stalemate was broken by a malicious chuckle.

Aite naturally understood the meaning contained in that laughter.

"Please pay attention to me and don't let these bastards fool you."

"Don't worry, boss, we will look after it for you, but later..."

"It'll be yours when I'm done playing."

"Hehe... no problem."

"Quickly, come back to me!" Ait struggled to get up from the ground, but what happened next left him stunned.

A ray of silver light was seen passing by, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

The leader of the enemy was split in two by the long sword. Even the shield and leather armor could not stop the sword blade at all. He did not even see clearly how the woman took action.

When the two corpses fell down spraying blood, everyone's smiles froze on their faces.

But this is just the beginning.

The black-haired woman took a step forward and swung her sword across. He could not see the opponent's movements clearly either, but Aite heard a series of sounds of flesh rubbing against each other and bones breaking.

The remaining three people had no time to react before their abdomens were cut open.

The intestines burst out, mixed with blood and spilled all over the floor.

"You..." Aite opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The woman looked back at him and said, "Go and gather the rest of your companions on the wall. Someone will come to pick you up later." After saying that, she jumped off the city wall.

The section of city wall here is thirty feet high! Enduring the pain all over his body, he hurriedly climbed to the city wall and looked down. He saw that the crowd below turned into a pot of boiling water - the woman was rampaging, invincible, and the weapon in her hand was flying up and down, like harvesting wheat. Anyone who dared to stand in front of her.

In less than half an hour, the enemy collapsed.

They have never seen such a terrifying opponent, faster than a snow wolf and stronger than a grizzly bear. No one can survive a round under her sword, neither can they avoid it nor block it. The nobles' subordinates fled one after another, and the siege was lifted by one person.

She followed the dispersed crowd in pursuit, leaving a trail of blood behind. Aite sat down on the ground and felt cold sweat soaking his back.

Is this a witch?

But no matter what...he survived!

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The area around the fortress castle was brightly illuminated by dozens of bonfires, and people from the four major families surrounded the place.

After a day and night of fighting, the second floor of the castle was also captured. The rebellion of the Honeysuckle family has now shrunk to the top floor, where they are believed to be enduring the dual torture of hunger and fear.

Jacques Mede looked at the majestic lord's castle in front of him, feeling a little hot in his heart.

After his father died, he traveled all the way back to the territory from the royal capital just to inherit the position of earl. But now, he has a chance to go further.

His Majesty Tifeike's secret letter mentioned that if the Royal Capital can control Changsong Fortress, when the snow melts, the Royal Capital's army will rush here to attack the rebel king Roland Wimbledon. As long as the forces that rebelled against the king could be completely eradicated, it would be possible for the Western Territory to be handed over to him for management.

Coupled with the division of the territory obtained by Earl Honeysuckle, he will become a veritable duke by then!

Duke Med, what a wonderful title.

And this castle will also be his permanent residence in the future.

"Lord Earl, the sixth batch of attacking teams has retreated," a knight came over to report. "They said that the sound of musketry from the other side has become much sparse. Do you want to switch to the armored team?"

Jacques Mede nodded, "You go ahead and make arrangements."

The so-called armored team is a team specially set up for muskets, usually consisting of three or four people. The two men advanced slowly holding up shields made of wood wrapped with several layers of iron sheets that could cover their whole bodies. There were observation slots and shooting holes in the middle for their own musketeers to fire back. In order to make a few more such shields, He reluctantly dismantled a dozen pieces of knight armor. Of course, the thick iron-clad shield also has the disadvantage of being difficult to move, and it can easily become a target when going up and down stairs.

Fortunately, Honeysuckle couldn't hold on for long. Jacques sneered in his heart. Although the other party's reaction was unexpectedly fast. Before the coalition forces of the four major families rushed into the fortress, some patrol soldiers and knights had been transferred into the castle, but after all, it was not possible. If there are hundreds of people, even if they are consumed, they can be consumed to death.

It would probably be several days before this news reached the ears of the Fourth Prince.

If Perrault's head was made into a gift and given to Roland Wimbledon, I wonder what kind of expression he would show? (To be continued.)