Chapter 224 Carlock Town
"Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang!" The town's alarm bell rang wildly, and militiamen wearing leather armor and holding wooden poles and spears emerged one after another. They quickly climbed up the three-meter-high city wall and stood behind the parapet. He stared at the misty wilderness with timidity and firmness in his eyes.
"What happened?" Bion, who was as tall as a giant, quickly grabbed a galloping militiaman and asked.
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"I don't know, Lord...the watchtower's alarm bell has rung. We have to mount the city wall to defend." After the militiaman finished speaking quickly, he hurriedly saluted Beorn and immediately ran towards his position.
"Hey! What the hell? Is there someone invading? Shouldn't it be? Orcs can come to this place where birds don't poop?" Beorn said in a low voice. He scratched his head and decided to go to the watchtower to have a look.
"Guard, what happened? Why did you ring the alarm bell?" Bion came to the foot of the watchtower and asked the guards who were still ringing the bell hard.
"Lord Lord! So many people! A sea of people! They are fully armed... They will bring death! The surging silver light is the edge of their weapons..." the guards stammered.
"Be brave! Young man! You may have the talent to be a bard..." Beorn looked at the trembling legs and pale faces of the guards and shook his head and smiled. At the same time, he sighed in his heart. Humans in this era Life is really difficult... These displaced refugees are always worried about their day and night. These rabble-rousers who have just put down their dung forks and picked up weapons have no fighting power at all, but because their families are here, although they are extremely scared, there is still no one. Be willing to escape.
"Alas..." All kinds of people flashed through Bion's eyes one after another. He sighed helplessly, and Bion spoke to comfort him.
"People! I am with you! The Druyin family in bearskin is with you! I will fight with you until the end! Until you are unwilling to fight or your life ends! I will defend our homeland! Long live Carlock!" Bion roared with a roar.
"Long live! For our home!"
"Fight! Fight for our homeland!"
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"Oh my God...it's so noisy in there?" Kaslo picked his ears, and the deafening sound of mobilization had already reached here.
"The situation is not right... there is murderous intent! The hostility there is so strong!" Ormsk frowned, and he could faintly feel the hostility there. This is a small talent of the Light and Shadow Knight.
"Maybe we scared them..." Roland shrugged and mouthed behind him.
Look, look, a thousand heavily armed troops have arrived in this inhospitable place. The sunlight reflected by the armor is dazzling for miles. Who wouldn’t panic when such a strange army is placed at the door of someone’s home? ? You must know that in a poor place like Middle-earth, a thousand heavily armed troops can already fight an epic battle. When the shining iron cans all over the mountains and plains press against you, anyone will lose the courage to resist.
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"Oh! Goddess of nature! Have you abandoned us?" Bion, who climbed to the top of the city, raised his head and glanced up. He dared to swear in the name of nature! He almost lost his breath after just one glance at him. The gleaming armor was so conspicuous in the mist. At this moment, he almost said that everyone should run for their lives...
However, Bion has some insight after all. He understands that there is a possibility of overturning if he defends the city. If he abandons the protection of the city wall and escapes, there will be no chance of survival. Even if he and his tribe can escape the danger, those ordinary people will definitely die. born.
"Goddess of Nature bless you..." Bion prayed devoutly. If the bad guys really start a fight... then they can only pray for a miracle to happen.
"Oh my God! There must be at least a thousand people here!" A sharp-eyed hunter exclaimed.
"Quiet! Prepare to fight! Our families are here. If you don't want your wife and children to become playthings, then act like a man! Northern humans will never surrender!" Beorn shouted.
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"It looks like we scared them..." Roland grinned as he looked at the heavily guarded city.
"Raise your shield!" Ormsk suddenly ordered.
"Ka!" In a uniform movement, all the Lagrand soldiers raised their shields.
"Defense!" Balin waved his hand and ordered.
"Wow!" The dwarves also raised their shields.
"Nani?" Roland suddenly showed a black question mark face.
"What is this for? We don't intend to cause a war!" Roland said quickly.
"As you said, we scared them. In order to prevent us from losing money due to their excessive behavior, we are prepared." Kaslo shrugged. After all, it is just a routine operation for people to lose their temper when they are nervous.
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"Human army? That's the dwarf army! How can there be a coalition of humans and dwarves in the north?" Beorn recognized the battle flag of the dwarf Longbeard clan through the mist. It was a red background (symbolizing smelting). flames), snowflake trim (representing the Longbeard clan), two axes and hammers crossed on a black iron felt, above them the blue Arken gem shines.
"Kingdom of the Lonely Mountain!" Biorn Tong shrank. He knew that the dwarves had already recovered the Lonely Mountain. He even entertained members of the advance team, but he never expected that the dwarves would form a legion in just a short time, and it looked like they were going to do it again. What a big move, and the only target in the north that is worthy of the dwarves' massive deployment is undoubtedly one - the mines of Moria!
"Hey! Lord! We have never seen that flag before." Beorn's tribesmen shouted, pointing to the looming Lagran dragon flag fluttering in the wind.
"We seem to have seen that flag before...it's called Lalanglai. We were able to build this gathering place thanks to those people's gold coins." Beorn scratched his head but couldn't remember clearly.
"Let's see, they don't have any ill intentions..." Bion said uncertainly. He really couldn't figure out which intelligent race other than orcs and those savage creatures could take a fancy to his small gathering place.
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"Boom!" Everyone's footsteps fell uniformly, and there was a neat muffled sound. Looking at the shrinking militia on top of the city, Ormsk grinned. They turned out to be a group of cowards. Look at their appearance. It shouldn't have been long since you put down the dung fork, right?
"The great Romanian conqueror! The guardian of the North! The ruler along the Swift River! The great lord of the Kingdom of Dragons! One of the leaders of mankind! His Royal Highness Roland, King of the Kingdom of Ragland, comes to visit! Invite your lords Give us the due etiquette, and we will decide our attitude towards you based on your choice!" Ormsk, who was riding an abyss war horse, trotted to the city gate with his lance and shouted.
Obviously, listening to the long list of titles, not to mention whether it was true or not, anyway, these country farmers with little experience were all frightened, and they turned their heads and did not dare to look at Ormsk.
"Pfft!" Roland almost spat out. Hearing Omsk's introduction, he almost found a crack in the ground and crawled in. What the hell is this? Where can we exchange registration numbers for this gang battle? What nonsense title? A Romanian conqueror? Roland just slapped Alexander in his face!
"This is the territory of the Bearskin Bears family! One of the northern human settlements! The small town of Carlock that rules the Old Pass, Carr Rock Ferry and the entrance to the Old Forest Road! I am Beorn, the lord here! Welcome to His Royal Highness the King , may I ask why you are here, and what can we do for you?" What Roland never expected was that someone would respond seriously...
responded...
Yes...
Already...
At this moment, Roland suddenly felt sick, and a feeling that was beyond the pale came over him. What is this? How could there be such an awkward start to a chat? I'm tired... just destroy it.