Chapter 378 7.32 Hunting Time (4)

"The tide has receded"

Alfred narrowed his eyes and was surprised to find that the seawater in "Yun Province" that had almost spread to the entire valley was receding rapidly. A large group of floating corpses and deep-sea monsters that had no time to escape were hanging in the black bean bushes and struggling to death.

Thick smoke was also billowing out of the castle in the distance.

Behind him, "Walker" Rolf picked up the signature 2-meter axe and led all the militiamen in the "Rolf Battle Academy" to form a wedge-shaped battle formation.

The soldiers held a shield in one hand and an axe in the other, ready to fight.

On the other side, "Porcupine" Gowon and his ferocious pirates also drew their weapons. They looked at the castle burning with fireworks, their eyes full of greed.

They seemed to be able to smell the smell of gold and silver being roasted by flames.

However, the first thing everyone had to face was the tens of thousands of "insects" that staggered over.

Alfred was well prepared.

The English militia behind him pushed several carriages. There were barrels of fuel and black gunpowder at the back of the carriages.

When the slow-moving parasites swarmed and approached the front line within 1 km, the militiamen lit the fuses of the gunpowder barrels and took out several cold daggers and inserted them into the horses' buttocks.

The frightened horses dragged the burning gunpowder and rushed madly towards the parasites that were slowly surrounding them. When they rushed into the rolling crowd, the unconscious zombies grabbed the horses with force, stretched out their dry hands and forcibly dug out the horse meat and stuffed it into their mouths.

In their eyes, there were only living things and they did not recognize the gunpowder barrels that rolled down from the carriage, the burning fuses, and the kerosene that quickly flowed out after the wooden barrels broke.

Therefore, when the flames of the explosion dyed the sky red, all 30,000 parasites were trapped in the sea of ​​fire.

Alfred did not rush to send troops.

The prey trapped in desperate situations is the most dangerous. Instead of launching an attack and letting the precious reinforcements die at the hands of zombies, it is better to let the spreading fire continue to burn for a while.

The reinforcements cannot sacrifice more lives in the name of saving people.

When the sun poured out the first ray of light, most of the 30,000 parasites had been killed or injured in the flames. Feeling that he could no longer wait, Alfred turned and looked at all the cavalry behind him.

"This is the first battle I have faced since the establishment of the 'Normandy Region'!"

"Now, an evil god is trying to desecrate our land. Many of our compatriots are fighting bloody battles with them in the castle in the valley!"

"They have used their tenacious spirit to fight for a day and a night surrounded by enemies that are dozens of times their own!"

"Our mission is to save our compatriots and expel the ancient evil gods from our land forever!

For glory!

For Odin!

In the name of Duke Loki, I hereby order a charge!"

The low horn sounded again, and 4,000 cavalry rushed into the Baiyun Valley.

The sea water that had spread to the periphery of the valley and almost overflowed the valley was receding rapidly. Although he didn't know what happened specifically, Alfred felt that it should be related to the fire in the castle.

**

The "Drowned People" and the sea monsters they drove were a group that had to rely on seawater to survive.

When the power of the "Deep Diver" gradually weakened, the seawater receded in large quantities, and the Drowned People, who lost the protection of the ocean, were like a school of fish forgotten on the coast.

The scorching morning sun mercilessly burned their limbs exposed on the ground. The Drowned People stretched their limbs and tentacles hard, but the slippery tentacles were destined to be unable to move quickly on the ground.

When 4,000 military horses rushed over with iron hooves, they heard the vibration of the earth and tried their best to wriggle their bodies, but it was useless.

In just ten minutes, they were trampled by the horses' hooves and turned into a pile of meat sauce attached to the ground.

So far, the easy part has been completed.

Most of the seawater in the valley has receded, but the castle is still a swamp. There was still a steady stream of seawater pouring into the basement from the moat, and the sound of a large group of aliens walking could still be heard in the damp castle.

Alfred left all the English cavalry outside the castle and continued to clear out the drowned people and a small number of surviving parasites stranded in the valley after the tide receded.

As for "Porcupine" Gowyn and "Walker" Rolf, they led their subordinates and entered the castle with him.

The division of labor between the two sides was very simple.

Gowyn wanted money, and Rolf wanted war.

In terms of combat power, the trained soldiers and professional pirates under their command were much larger than the troop wall hastily organized by Grandpa Clint.

Rolf, carrying a big axe on his shoulder, walked straight into the entrance of the gate without dodging.

As for the pirates, they showed their housekeeping skills and took out the lasso with a hook and threw it on the eaves.

After a whole winter of looting, the pirates had already summed up their experience after seeing the luxurious castles of the nobles of the Western Continent. The property of wealthy masters is generally placed in the study or bedroom near the bedroom.

Pirates plunder mainly for money, so they can rush directly into the bedroom to move the safe. They will never enter from the hall to provoke the guards who are completely unnecessary to provoke.

As for Alfred, he also took out his silver sword and followed the porcupine Gowyn to climb up the wall.

If there are still survivors among Clint's men, they are most likely in the upper floors of the castle.

**

There are still a large number of high-sequence strongmen among the "Drowned People" inside the castle. After the Viking pirates rushed into the castle, the sound of hacking and killing was heard again inside.

The Viking hunters who grew up in poverty have fought against various beasts in the Tianduan Mountains since childhood, and they are naturally very good at recognizing monsters. In addition, they have entered Asgard every year in the past two years.

Compared with the various beasts living in the Land of the Dead, the Land of Frost, and the Land of Fire, the humanoid octopus that appeared in front of them at this time was as docile as a lamb.

The pirates holding knives in their left hands and waving torches in their right hands easily killed and burned these monsters. The bulk pirates from Visigoth and the Northern Continent even tried to cut off a few curved tentacles and roast them after the battle.

Especially the black brothers from the Northern Continent, it is said in civilized society that they can eat anything. When hungry, they can even grab the burning sand and stuff it into their mouths to resist hunger.

In sharp contrast to the excited pirates who found new toys is Alfred.

He shouted Clint's name loudly in the corridor with a broadsword in his hand. However, apart from finding Faith Seaclaw and several fishermen in a rum barrel, no one else was heard along the way.

It was obvious that most of the 1,000 people Clint brought into Yun Province died in this evil god ambush.

"Clint Fuyuki is the fossil of my Hanshui Village. He is the oldest old salty dog ​​in the village!"

"If one of us can survive, that person must be him!" Having witnessed Clint's various miracles for many years, Faith was very confident in his ability to survive.

"The last time I saw him was when the sea water spread over the second floor."

"There are too many powerful high-sequence monsters in the castle. Most of the brothers suggested leaving the city to avoid them. Only he insisted on climbing up to the terrace on the third floor! Let's go to the terrace and see if we can find him!"

Running upstairs, Alfred saw the scattered bodies of drowned people at the corner of the stairs. Pushing open the heavy door, he saw a ground of broken tentacles twitching uncontrollably.

And a bloody figure lying flat in it

"Master Clint?" Alfred stepped forward quickly.

"Don't worry"

"You're not dead yet!"

Clint was barely breathing, but he was still alive. He raised a finger and pointed at the extinguished fireplace not far away.

"The real owner must have dug through the floor under the fireplace and escaped!"

"Follow the tunnel and maybe we can catch up with him!"

"Hurry!"