"boom--"
Before Horace's long knife could land, his back was hit by a burning meteorite, which was thrown away violently, but he fell into a coma.
Lumsden gasped for air as he nearly faced death again.
"Cousin! Why don't you believe me? How could I become a spy!" Lumsden roared, but the other party lay motionless on the ground.
Lumsden tried to wake Horace, but he hesitated.
Horace has always been very conceited and self-righteous, and now he is the commander-in-chief.
But the army was ambushed, and Horace would not listen to his explanation.
Ramsden's eyes couldn't help but fall on the long knife on the ground. He slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed the long knife.
"Gah——"
Two skeletal griffons jumped out and stood in front of Horace, opening their mouths and neighing.
Ramsden's inner courage suddenly drained away, and he was at a loss as he grabbed the long knife.
The two skeletal griffins were still staring at him unkindly.
Lumsden sat weakly on the ground, staring at everything in front of him.
Large tracts of trees were reduced to charcoal, and countless spider web-like gaps appeared on the ground under the high temperature. The embers of the trees were still burning, and large tracts of green smoke were rising.
While Lumsden was frightened by this terrifying power, he also wanted to find out what he had encountered.
His eyes moved up, and then he saw tower-like buildings of various sizes dotting the steep mountains.
Dozens of towers pierce the sky like sharp thorns.
But these towers were different from the arrow towers or watchtowers he had seen before.
These towers are obviously taller and more ornate.
The most numerous of them is the red tower with a giant dragon entrenched in it. The dragon's wings are spread out, its mouth is wide open, and there are red gems inside that are slowly rotating. There are countless runes on the tower that are destroyed, and a powerful and mysterious aura rushes towards you.
The remaining towers are surrounded by thunder and covered in poisonous mist, each of which shines with different brilliance.
These are actually high-level arrow towers!
Lumsden instantly felt his scalp numb. The other party was simply crazy for building so many high-level arrow towers in the wild.
The cost of this is huge.
Lumsden did not consider that Lu Yuan was using a portable territory core, which was too rare.
If you want to build buildings outside your territory, you will most likely use construction scrolls.
This scroll of a specific building can quickly build a specific building, but it is also extremely expensive, and ordinary lords cannot afford it.
The mountain peak in front of them was obviously not that tall, but it lay in front of them like a natural chasm.
It is definitely not easy to break through those high-level arrow towers.
Lumsden almost instantly had the idea of running away.
It was he who brought Horace and the troops to this desperate path. When Horace wakes up, he will never let him go easily.
When Ramsden thought of this, he immediately got up and ran down the mountain quickly.
But before he could run a few steps, he heard the rustle of leaves above his head. He was hit on the back with a huge force and flew out.
Then he was pinned to the ground by a pair of claws. The sharp claws penetrated his skin, and blood slowly overflowed.
Lumsden was pinned to the ground, unable to struggle at all. His mouth and nose were filled with dirt and rotten leaves.
A huge jackal with gray skin was holding Ramsden tightly. The mane on its back stood up like a sharp sword, and there were curved horns on both sides of its head and bat-like wings. Its bloody mouth spurted out a stinky stream of heat, and Lumsden could feel that this guy wanted to bite his neck off.
He wanted to shout, but couldn't.
On the jackal's back was the armored werewolf leader Willard, who pressed a long curved knife against Lumsden's neck.
There were sounds in the forest again, and the ogre leader riding a huge rhinoceros and the werewolf leader riding a black tomb-wing bat also arrived one after another.
"Damn undead cub! I'm going to chop off your head!"
The werewolf leader Willard's long knife was about to fall, but two white shadows suddenly flashed and hit the long knife, but it deflected.
Willard turned his head angrily, "Horace! You are still protecting him. Could it be that this trap was set by your undead clan?"
"It's not impossible. If the undead tribe destroys us, they can all reap the benefits." The orc leader said gloomily.
"Tear him to pieces!" The ogre leader carried the mace and his tongue protruded from his plump lips.
Ramsden also turned his head subconsciously.
Horace stood in the middle of the forest, the moonlight shining on his somewhat embarrassed figure. Countless undead had gathered behind him, and his pale bones formed a white ocean in the night.
"Ramsden is at least a member of the Bonefire family. What qualifications do you have to touch him?" Horace said coldly.
Lumsden's eyes were filled with tears. He had never felt that his cousin was so majestic.
But then Lumsden heard him say.
"Take Ramsden into custody. If he is found to be a spy, he will be hanged in the family church!"
Immediately, several skeleton warriors stepped forward and captured Lumsden.
He didn't dare to resist.
If he is brought back to the family, he may still survive.
But if he resists, the three guys opposite will definitely not suggest giving him a ride. The choice is very simple.
Ramsden was escorted down, and the three of them turned their attention to Horace, obviously wanting him to give an explanation.
"Everyone, what's more important for us right now is how to deal with the situation in front of us." Horace said solemnly.
Although I understand that he is changing the subject, this is indeed a big problem.
The four of them looked at the mountains in front of them. Among the dense trees, towers rose from the ground, and the symbols on them were uncertain.
But it was like a natural chasm cutting across in front of them.
"Damn it, what should we do now!?" Willard, the leader of the werewolf, had a gloomy face.
"Maybe we should go back!" the orc lord said. Because of their position, the orc troops suffered the greatest losses.
"If you can deal with Li Hongying, then I can retreat." Horace said solemnly.
Immediately no one spoke.
The werewolf leader Willard was silent for a moment, but he took the initiative and said: "I have some interference stones in my hand. They can make the building inoperable within ten minutes, but soldiers need to throw them within ten meters of the building."
Horace was immediately delighted: "How many of these things are there?"
"Thirty-two." Willard said.
Horace stared at the mountain and pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Willard, I need the assistance of the Bat Knight. Of course, I will also send my team of skeleton vultures!"
"Okay!" Willard gritted his teeth, "But the wyvern troops will also join us!"
