The Release That Witch
Chapters 87's

"Ready! Attack!"

Hearing this command, Van'er exerted all his strength to attack his target with his spear. He held it with both hands, and the moment he hit the wolf head, the spear let out a cracking sound. The wolf had fine fur and its eyes were copper red. When he opened his mouth, Van'er saw two rows of fangs with the largest fangs as big as his thumb. This was the first time he had been so close in contact with a demonic beast, while trying to hit it with his claws, he even threw snowflakes at his face.

Van'er felt that his brain had been empty and he acted on instincts learned during training, such as subconsciously gripping the spear even tighter continuing to push the spear further. Van'er suddenly felt that time was going slower; he saw that the spear had bent as much as possible. However, the spear was unable to penetrate deep enough into the demon beast's stomach, leading Van'er to think that the wolf's sharp claws would tear its cheeks.

Suddenly I heard a "explosion". The spear was unable to withstand the momentum of the wolf, and it eventually broke into two pieces. At the same time the sound broke, the flow of time returned to normal and the wolf fell - its claws landed on the city wall, making a series of marks onto the rubble. The other half of Van'er's spear hit the city wall along with the wolf.

"Guns, loading is complete!"

"Shoot at will!"

Suddenly the gun barrel extended on each side of Van'er. Seeing this, Van'er retreated half a step as fast as possible and raised his head to avoid the smoke and debris that would hit his eyes. As for saving his ears, he had no time for it.

As soon as the gunfire subsided, Van'er stepped back to the front, where he discovered that a number of demonic beasts at the base of the wall lay, killed. The one Van'er stabbed was also lying between them. When he turned his head, he could see his roommate proudly grinning at him.

One only needs a week to learn to use your weapon, so there is nothing to be proud of. Van'er only took a quick glance, then he turned his gaze back to the battlefield. In this kind of situation, His Majesty's artillery team would be useful, but right now they still had to rely on these crutches.

"Your spear is broken, so take this new one." Cat's Claw gave Van'er a new spear, "Is this group of demonic beasts crazy? They've been attacking us for two to three hours, right?

"Yes, they are crazy," Van'er replied, taking the spear and stepping back into place waiting for the next wave of attacks. "What time is this?"

"It's almost noon." Cat's Claw sighed. Taking advantage of Hunter's inattentiveness, he took both sides, "What's up with Jop and Rodney Brothers?"

"Don't look for them. Do you want to be killed by wolves?" Van'er snaps. "They are assigned to another wall; they may be in the third or fourth group. How can you turn into a group one?"

"I belong to the replacement team" Cat's Claw replied with a laugh, "When there is a need, I will come and help. On the last wave, an uncle got hurt and now it's my turn"

When looking down at the wall, the dozen rapidly approaching demon beasts could be seen, they were already so close that he could discern different types of demonic beasts. This wave only had two wolves. Others are wild boar, fox species and bear species, which do not pose a major threat to the wall.

"Penetrate!" Despite this, he still obeyed the instructor's orders, performing a unified spear strike. Sure enough, this time, his spear thrust only hit the air. But when he finds his spear, Van'er sees that the two wolves have already been shot down by a group of other hunters. As this wave of demonic beasts was slower, the hunting team had been sandwiched between the strike team, and shot as they pleased.

They have been undergoing this cycle of constant action from dawn to the present. When the first horn is sounded, most people are still asleep. Van'er. This time, the attack of the demonic beast was more intense than before. Normally they would have to sustain this kind of battle for just one or two waves, but today, demonic beasts were piling up at the base of the wall. They had already been replaced by a second militia squad in the middle of the road so they could eat something, take a break, and then return to the wall.

But unexpectedly, Van'er found himself much calmer than he had thought before, so when he heard that the armed team had to retreat, he let them pass by, so, as trained on the previous workday. At first, they seemed like strange rules and regulations, but now they are useful and very effective.

The others looked almost the same as Van'er. They all firmly grasped their spears and had serious expressions on their faces, but some of them looked extremely nervous. However, everyone stood still with their bodies upright, and no one stepped back.

However, Van'er knew that the greatest impetus for morals did not come from daily training, but rather from His Majesty. At the moment after the firearm team shot, Van'er quietly glanced down the middle of the castle wall - it was the position where His Majesty was standing, facing the battle.

Shortly after the horn was sounded for the first time, His Majesty stepped onto the city wall. Since then, he stood on the wall, continuously holding the defensive line without a break. Even when it was meal time, he did not back down. Instead, His Majesty remained on top of the wall and sent his main knight to get breakfast personally.

When Van'er recalled the behavior of the last master, he remembered that the master had retreated by boat as quickly as possible at the beginning of the Demon Moon. The lord was followed by the other nobles, and then by the entire civilian population. As long as they had some silver nobles, they would escape by boat, but if they had no money, they could only use their own feet to escape to Longsong Fortress. Thinking back on this, Van'er felt completely refreshed.

Yes, the forces of the Longsong Fortress Master and the border Town militia team of the prince were completely different. The first group relied entirely on their armor and weapons, and often oppressed areas within new and old districts, even suppressing and blackmailing foreign businessmen. But in Van'er's view, other than the captain of the second militia team, there was no difference between the bastards and them. Led by His Majesty, the militia is such a powerful team that they are not even afraid of blocking the demonic beasts outside the Border Town, making it impossible for them to advance. In the past, only Longsong Fortress could do this.

Just look at Fish Balls, he's a former gangster in the old district. He was often a subject of ridicule, but after joining a militia team and picking up spears, he became a role model as a good citizen. There was also Fermi; his head was too big and he was a bit slow, so he was often beaten up to be laughed at by people in the old district. But now, while fighting with the spear, he had not only become extremely fast and ruthless, but was also more skilled than most people. Every time when the others had completed their training, he would still take out a hundred slashes, because His Majesty had once said, "If the inflexible bird wants to overtake the more nimble one, it will still take out the one, he has to catch up with their speed and then do more. "

Originally, this was obviously only for the second egg, but now the soldiers were happy that they had joined the militia. Every day there is a subtle change in everyone, and every day they can train harder than yesterday. Van'er thinks that he's not the only one who feels this way. Instead, he thought everyone would feel this way. He doesn't know how to explain his feelings. Perhaps it was best explained by the words that His Majesty often used - they were a team that had never been seen before.

"Woo - woo -" suddenly, two short horn blows could be heard. This is an early warning system for approaching mixed species. So, Van'er looked into the distance and found a mixed species with wings and the head of a lion, which was very similar to the ferocious beast that broke through last time. Today was our second meeting, he thought, but this time it was not the same as the last time. In addition to the firing team, we also got help from other forces.

When he turned his head to the side and looked at the center of the wall, he could see a little girl with blonde hair floating beside the Prince.