Chapter 493 The first and last

"Frost Giant!" Sera's eyes narrowed slightly. The barbarians were not afraid of these big men. On the contrary, there was only high-spirited fighting spirit in her eyes.

"Ron, they should be the planners and drivers of this war. We should kill them first!" The soldier also from the north licked his lips and said, "As long as we can kill them, at least let them retreat. , most of the other guys will disperse!"

"Are you sure? They don't look like they are enslaved, but more voluntary." Sylvia looked at the tribes who rushed to the town again and again and were pushed back again and again. From the mage's perspective, these guys are as ferocious as the goblins commanded by Karad.

"If they are really willing, then the explosion of the cigarette powder barrel will not scare them at all." Sera laughed. Sylvia's understanding in this regard cannot be compared with hers, "With such a level of The counterattack continues to advance, which even my former tribesmen can do, but they have been unable to make substantial progress. "

"They don't want to do this. A forced attack will cause them greater losses. If they really want to plunder this place, there is a better way than attacking like this in broad daylight."

"They are wearing down the patience of the giants behind them. If this happens a few more times, either the giants will give up and retreat, or..."

"Last two hours, everyone! Occupy, or die!"

Before Sera finished speaking, everyone saw two of the huge figures hidden in the clouds and mist standing up. Their rumbling voices shook the surrounding area like an avalanche. The sound was so loud that even The earthquake was felt in the town of Flåm.

Behind the low wall of the town, a short and fat man stared at the ripples of water in his cup, and listened to the terrifying roar outside, his face pale.

A guard with an equally ugly expression ran over, stood in front of Victor Fromm and bowed:

"Sir, the residents have already started to evacuate. Please evacuate too. We, the people, will try our best to buy time!"

Mayor Victor raised his head and looked at his men, as well as at the already emptied town and the residents not far away who were preparing to leave from the other side. Two hard laughs filled with phlegm came out of his throat.

"Are you leaving?"

"All the residents have left, sir," the guard said quickly. From his angle, he could see that the northern tribe was launching another attack outside, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious in his voice. "You should leave quickly. Those giants seem to be anxious. , there is a high probability that we will not be able to withstand this attack!”

"But thanks to your arrangement a year ago, we are not without a way out! The young man named Ron is doing a good job in his delusion. We can go to him. Victoria also often writes letters, saying that if we can't support it anymore You can go find her!"

"Lord Victor, please leave quickly!"

"Has Victoria written to you too? What a good girl..." Victor smiled bitterly, raised the water glass to his mouth, and took a difficult sip, "Then you should go with them quickly. "Victoria should have also told you about the roads that can lead to Green Marsh Town?"

"The main entrance is definitely impassable now. The farthest detour is longer, but it's also safer. Alas."

"Sir, I have to stick to my post here. My duty is..."

"Your duty is to protect the safety of the townspeople!" Before the guard could finish speaking, Victor suddenly raised his voice, "You are not going to be buried with this town! Do you want those ordinary people to die on the road!"

"grown ups--"

"How much food do we have left? I know very well that they will no longer be able to eat strictly according to the rations while fleeing and migrating. That amount of food will not last even a week, no, even five days! In other words, as long as they If there is even the slightest deviation in their route, they will die in the vast and dangerous jungle of the fantasy land!"

"Victoria not only mentioned their construction in the letter, but also mentioned the dangers there! If they die on the road to Green Marsh Town, you! You will be the murderer!"

"Sir, you should be the one to do this kind of thing!" The guard was also anxious. He meant well, how could he be willing to be labeled such a big hat, "You know magic! How do you want me to protect them along the way? I can't do better than you!"

"Then you can do better than me here?! If we don't buy enough time, they will all die anyway!" Victor stared, "Those are giants, they may not even spit out the bones when eating cattle and sheep. !”

"Look at my body again!" Victor suddenly slapped his belly, and ripples suddenly appeared on his body. Although the difficult period in the past year has made him lose a lot of weight, after all, he has a solid foundation Put it there, "Do you think I can go faster if I follow them?"

"You keep yelling at each other, but you dare not listen to my orders?! Get out of here! Take the townspeople with you!"

Looking at the stern Victor, the guard smiled bitterly. He wanted to ask other colleagues for help, but now another round of attacks had begun, and no one here had the energy to argue with each other anymore.

Either someone survives, or they all die here.

"Sir, I, I'm leaving!" The guard gritted his teeth, bowed to Victor again, turned around and ran quickly to the townspeople who were leaving. They used to not be cold to the refugees from the north, but Now, they are joining the ranks of those fleeing.

"Natural and man-made disasters... natural and man-made disasters..." Victor watched them leave, turned around and staggered towards the remaining guards, muttering to himself, "I am the twelfth president of Fromm Town. Mayor, the former old mayor handed the town into my hands, but I ended up like this..."

"So what about water storage? It can survive a short-term lack of rain, but it cannot survive a long-term drought..."

"So what if we save food? I'm not a big noble. How can I watch them implement the rationing system of two saltine crackers per person per day..."

"So what about smoke powder? Facing such an enemy, even delaying time is barely enough..."

"But at least, there is one thing I can do." Victor's expression gradually calmed down, and he looked at the guards around him. These people were either the good boys and girls he had chosen, or the ones who had followed him before. The descendants of the guards of more than a dozen mayors, they are no less attached to this town than he is.

Looking at the enemies who had already rushed forward, looking at their protruding fangs, thick beards, or ugly faces that were almost the same as them, the hatred in their hearts replaced fear and hatred, and finally turned into The thunder roared in Victor's hand and swept forward.

"Prepare the tobacco barrels!" Victor shouted loudly, and immediately several wooden barrels with danger signs were lifted up and smashed into the enemy group that had just been forced to retreat five meters away. In the middle, flames suddenly appeared on the fingertips of the mayor of Fromm Town, and he exploded one wooden barrel after another at the precise location. As the valuable smoke powder exploded in the dense area, the screams of ghosts and wolves were accompanied by the killing. The endless invaders rushed into the town of Fromm's first and last line of defense like a flood.

In this battle, which was even more chaotic than last year's banquet, the guards could only hear Mayor Victor's last hoarse shout before being drowned:

"I am the twelfth mayor of Frome Town! Come to me!" (End of Chapter)