Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　Ramashtu is known as the **** of nightmares. It is in charge of the three priests of destruction, monsters and nightmares. It is an evil demon with a face like a wolf head, wings on its back, and two scimitars. His followers all have a neurotic madness, believing that reality is nothing more than a bondage, with depression everywhere, and the fear of darkness hidden in nightmares is the most limitless power.

　　 In the long past, Ramashtu was once widely worshipped in this land. The deceitful, frantic and exciting power attracted countless creatures. In the face of life and death threats, this power can indeed enable people to survive, but once infected, it is easy to become addicted.

　　 Only later, with the cataclysm of the earth, the Dark Ages isolated the traffic in this area in the north. The isolated Lamashtu followers swallowed each other and used their madness to induce destruction. An artifact mask belonging to the high priest of Ramashtu was lost. Its origin and purpose were misunderstood, and it later became the ruler of the master of Viper Cliff.

The 　　 mask once again caused madness, leading to the destruction of Viper Cliff. Between the ruined walls, only the nightmare creatures such as the angry servant servants were left wandering, wailing bitterly day and night. Whether it's a druid, a dwarf, or a jungle ranger, they have always wanted to find this mask and destroy it, but they have found nothing for hundreds of years. They can only clean up the servants of Anger once a year to prevent their numbers from accumulating.

　　 But the new generation of priests of Ramashtu grew up and found this mask according to the instructions of his god. The servants of Anger became its army, and the first order of the Nightmare God was to occupy Nebo Town, destroy the druids, and twist everything along the shore of Ash Lake.

　　 An army composed of bear goblins, kobolds, and trolls came to Nebo Town and fought fiercely with the local guards. Nebo Town is not a good bone to gnaw. The convenient guild attracts a large number of adventurers. They have rich experience and amazing combat power with survival, exploration and monster elimination as their professions. Leaning on a circle of low stone walls, these adventurers fought inextricably with the forces of the Nightmare God, and they were in a stalemate from sunrise to sunset.

　　 "Sock! Sock, where did you go again?!" Green carried a wooden box and walked along the wall to look for the dwarf. Fortunately, through the battle, everyone knew who the dwarf Thok was and showed him the way.

　　 "Oh my god, why are you bald! I told you to be careful, why are you still burning your hair?"

　　 The dwarf had a dark face, and the hair on top of his head was like a grassland burned by wildfire. The ground was emitting green smoke, and only a few lucky grasses remained stubbornly standing upright. The dwarf picked up a tarp and wiped his eyes vigorously, only to show two light-colored circles on the pure black face.

　　 "It's fine if the beard is not burned, I can't take care of my hair anymore." Sock put his warhammer gun aside, and opened the wooden box with his finger. "Is this the last reserve? The whole guild only has this?"

Green spread his hands, with a helpless expression on his face: "It's not just that we need it, but several alchemists are also hurrying to make potions. You also know that if the catapult outside the city is not destroyed, Neibo Town will definitely fall. ."

Afterwards, Green lowered his voice and said, "I also noticed that they made a batch of underwater breathing potions. I can't admit that the blue drink with bubbles hovering over. I took two while they were not paying attention. Collect the bottle yourself. If it doesn’t work, you can escape from the Lake of Ashes."

　　 "I won't go underwater if I kill you!"

　　 "If you don't go underwater, I won't go either. So then you will kill me." Green knew that the dwarf was very brave and would rather die than retreat, so he could only threaten with his own life. Sock is angrily, but he will eventually compromise.

"It's a pity that Mike isn't here. He made the most stable and the effect is good. If he is there, my hair can be kept." Sock grabbed his head regretfully. It seems that he is not as what he said. Don't care.

"Why don't you look forward to something better, what can Mike do here? He can be better than the two of us in a war?" Green snorted: "One can run out of one, and if he is here, I have more Take care of it alone."

　　 "Bah! Do you take care of me? I have killed no less than twenty enemies, including three trolls, how about you?"

　　 "Almost." Green licked his lips, took out a wine pouch from somewhere, and shared it with the dwarf. "Look, this is taking care of you, hehe. You know, my real ability is to deceive and deceive. On the battlefield, people like me can mix well. However, sometimes I think if Mike is in It’s good here too. His mind is so fast, maybe he can figure out a way to get out."

　　 "If you win, it's fine, I want to do so much!"

　　 "No, listen to me telling you ha..." Green got close to the dwarf, but was pressed by his face with a palm and pushed away effortlessly.

　　 "I've made up my mind, don't talk about it, it will affect your mood." Sock pointed to the empty wine pouch, and then said, "You might as well look for something like this when you have time."

　　 "Oh..." Green sighed, he was not optimistic about this siege. If only calculating the combat power inside and outside the city, Neibo Town is actually dominant. Although the monsters outside the town have great strength, they have no tactics. They swarmed up and couldn't fully exert their full strength. With the help of the low wall, the adventurers made their own tricks, repelling the enemy's attacks time and time again.

But there was no counterattack. This made Green see some facts: as hired adventurers, they lacked the spirit of sacrifice and left the city wall. No one would do it unless they had full confidence, no matter how high the rewards were. It's the same ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If this stalemate persists, Green wouldn't be too worried about the bear goblins, trolls and kobolds, and even the trebuchets would have nothing to solve. But he knew the holy emblem on the opposite banner, and knew that it was the symbol of Ramashtu, the **** of nightmare. That is a **** who can create and control nightmares, and its pastor may have similar powers. Once it’s night, as soon as a shift break is required, trouble may begin.

　　 He doesn't know what will happen, he just feels that there is a big risk in it. Weapons and tactics are not everything that determines victory or defeat. Morale also plays a decisive role in many situations.

　　 He spit out fiercely, and started thinking about retreat again. He would never wait to die with an idiot, this kind of thing once was enough.

"Hey, see, that Orc general has come out again." The adventurers on the wall said nervously, "That bastard, do you try the same trick again? You all plug your ears this time, and you will never leave the wall with his bewitching ,Do you understand?"

　　 Soru is fully armed, and the armor on his body is a little bit ugly, which is caused by the improper fit. He has not been trained to wear full body armor with the Ranger, so his movements always seem very awkward.

　　 is holding a spare tire shield in his left hand, and a serrated sword with blood red light in his right hand. He has used these two equipment to kill several guards guarding the city, including even a paladin from Iomeide (God of Justice and Glory). He knows that he is not used to melee and is easy to be attacked. Only in one-on-one can he maximize the power of shields and weapons. At that time, didn't the cunning Mike use this method to defeat himself~www.wuxiaspot.com~Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ mobile phone users Please go to read.