Black Dragon Code

"Woo... woo."

The rainforest at night was covered with a layer of haze. It was a wolf-like howling of a fox. The blood-stained leaves danced with the wind, and the shrill whistling sounded one after another in the forest.

Atas leaned against the tree trunk, holding a halberd in his hand and looked around vigilantly, like a desperate warrior, his resolute face was covered with sweat due to long-term consumption, and the wound on his back was aching.

Jackal, jackal!

He never imagined that there are so many jackals in the North and they are so strong. These jackals have obvious social characteristics. They are organized, planned, and tactical. What's more exaggerated is that they can use tools and weapons.

These were not the beasts he had seen in the swamp at all, but a new, terrifying humanoid species!

More than once, Atas saw these jackals holding long blades, steel cables, bows and arrows, using traps and superior numbers to hunt his people like prey.

"Scatter, attack!"

"Hunting their heads!"

The looming figure and howling one after another made Atas realize that the attack was not over yet, and another wave of enemy reinforcements had arrived.

It's been two days... Atas Dazhi took a deep breath, perhaps because of food, perhaps because of greed, or simply because of the desire to kill, anyway, from the moment the two sides met, the jackal and gray The castle dwarves have launched endless attacks. Their energy seems to be endless and their numbers are almost inexhaustible. As a result of the war until now, the dwarves have never closed their eyes for a moment, and they have never even eaten food or drank a sip of water!

No matter how strong the dwarves' physical fitness is, it would be difficult for them to bear this level of consumption, not to mention that the graycastle dwarves are not good at fighting.

As time went by, Atas went from being able to do a job with ease at the beginning to being a little strenuous, and now exhausted. After the Battle of the Three Forts, it was difficult for the Ambition Clan to face such a large-scale attack. Without supplies, without a position, without support, they cannot fight any army for a long time.

The Graycastle dwarves were forced to keep retreating, shrinking the defensive circle again and again, and were finally forced into the depths of the jungle.

The legendary war halberd trembled slightly, his sore muscles and exhausted spirit challenged the will of the dwarf prince all the time. In the end, Atas stretched out his tongue to moisten his chapped lips, picked up his halberd and walked forward, the head of the jackal soldier who rushed into the forest shot up into the sky, and warm blood sprinkled on his face.

next to him,

The exhausted dwarf warrior was thrown to the ground by the jackal, the biting of flesh and blood and the painful cry for help completed the symphony.

Atas wanted to rescue him, but his body staggered disobediently, and it was this slight difference. When he picked the jackal to death, he found that the dwarf guard had been bitten off, and blood was not flowing from his throat. They rushed out of the place of residence, twitching their bodies and making "ho, ho" sounds, obviously they couldn't survive.

"Back, back!"

Atas shouted loudly to his people that if they wanted to reduce losses, they had to narrow the defensive circle as much as possible, but at the same time, the opponent's encirclement circle was also shrinking, and the situation would become more and more critical.

The only chance of survival is to break through.

But Atas didn't try. Long after he realized the possible danger, the ambitious prince who still had strength tried to break through with his people, but the jackals were faster and sharper. Efficient howling to deliver the message, and then all moving in groups with the Graycastle dwarves.

During the two-and-a-half-day attrition war, the battlefield has been moved to five places. That is to say, the Graycastle dwarves have broken through five times, but all failed without exception. Without large-scale destructive spells, they simply cannot for an attack of this magnitude.

Even the legendary war halberd can play very little role in a war, and cannot be the key to determining the outcome.

At this time, Arthas couldn't help thinking of Prince Maran, not to mention the presence of all the Leihou clan, even if the Red Castle only sent a small group of spellcasters to assist, they would not have fallen into such a situation.

...

"Is it... too much?"

Flickering fireflies in the dark night, Karanu Burnmane squatted on the tree, staring at the jungle burning with blood and fire in the distance: "The retreating dwarves are not what we want, I am afraid they will lose the courage to break through .”

"It's just to teach them the rules of the North."

Not far from him, Xiernu Bloodtooth said that he was standing on the tree trunk with all four feet. He was completely different from his companions next to him, and looked more like a wild beast: "It's not that we didn't give these dwarves a chance, but they are too weak, so we can't do it." That weapon is a little more interesting."

Like most humanoid races, these jackals in the north will use the clan name as their surname, and the clan leader will add a "nu" at the end of the name as a symbol. The first order was very attentive, and the leaders of the two clans were present in person.

"I don't understand why that guy is interested in these dwarfs. I can't see that these guys are better than jackals. That guy should pay more attention to our demands." Hill Nu added.

"They're not dwarves, they're dwarves. Haven't you seen dwarves?"

Karanu Burnmane corrected solemnly: "Maybe it's just the guy under him who is interested. You must know that the order was given by that annoying wolf man."

"You mean Hogg? I've seen him a long time ago. Many years ago, he brought a group of pussy bastards and said he wanted to join the Bloodtooth clan, but I didn't agree. That guy is very big, I have an impression."

"Make it up as you like."

Karanu's beard trembled, and his eyes glanced away. At this moment, he saw a burst of light bursting out from the depths of the forest, and he quickly said: "These dwarves finally decided to try again, give way Let them go, call your people back, don't let them lose more, or it will be hard to explain when the time comes."

After finishing speaking, the other leader immediately let out a howl with ups and downs, and the ears of the jackals who were fighting on the battlefield moved, and some of them quietly left the battlefield and sank into the dark jungle.

...

"follow me!"

Holding the halberd, Prince Atas charged desperately. Just now, the dwarves saw a possible gap in the fight, and he knew that this was the last chance of the Xiongzhi clan, so he immediately decided to take the sixth position. Breaking through the siege for the first time - if he still can't gain life this time, then he is willing to take the lead and die.

He and his clansmen were advancing fast in the darkness, with jackals howling sharply in their ears. Arthas was originally a heroic dwarf prince, but now he is like a desperate refugee, with arrows and sharp knives in front of him. Indelible marks were left on his face and body. His armor was full of scars, his hair was stained red with blood, and even the right arm holding the halberd was gouged out by a jackal attacker.

But even so, Atas still accomplished an impossible feat under such circumstances. He led the dwarves of Graycastle to break out of the siege and return to the territory of the Fortress of Sighing in the Northern Empire.

When the majestic fortress appeared in the rising sun and gradually expanded, the jackals' pursuit became more and more ferocious, but in the end, they suddenly gave up and continued their pursuit, and stopped on a short hill some distance away from the fortress. He stopped moving forward, and stared at the already dying dwarf with a hostile and vicious gaze.

It seems that these jackals are very aware of what this fortress means, and they are afraid of this place. Attas thought.

After finding out that the jackal was not chasing him, the dwarf prince adjusted his body to slow down, stopped and turned his head, leaning on his war halberd and said to the panic-stricken clansman, "Ask for help from the Northern Empire, we agree to join..."

Before he finished speaking, he passed out due to the overwhelmed body and the sudden relaxation of the spirit.

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