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Turnerstein Wolfe took a deep breath, nocked the arrow, drew the string, and released it! All in one go, with a whoosh, an arrow shot out like lightning!

The arrow seemed to be endowed with life, flying straight forward with unparalleled power and speed.

It traveled through the void and reached its target in an instant - the demon guard!

The demon guard had no time to react, and before he could even blink, the arrow ruthlessly pierced one of his eyes!

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and the demon guard howled in pain and fell to the ground. However, this did not cause fatal damage to the demon guard. With the demon's strong physique and healing ability, as long as it was not dead, most of the injuries could be healed in the end.

Therefore, for the demon guard, the arrow that pierced his eyes only left a tiny scar.

After being attacked by pain, the demon guard fell to the ground and roared, but then he used his free hand to pull out the arrow that was stuck in his eye, and stood up again and continued to rush forward as if nothing had happened.

The sky was once again covered with arrows, and along with them fell many tall, armored demon guards who charged forward. The collision of these armored feet with the ground caused the nearby land to shake continuously.

This is actually the situation after they weakened their offensive. In the past, the number of demons was several times more than this time.

They ran towards Luoxue Town together, but unlike the original demon guard, they had more or less wounds on their bodies. It seemed that this was not their first time attacking this town.

In addition to the hunters of the Dawn Guard, the fighting members of Snowfall Town also include some local militia and a private army originally formed by the knight. This is the entire strength of Snowfall Town now.

The demonic attacks have recently weakened, but Snowfall has also suffered heavy losses in its defenses. The town's houses are shattered, their walls riddled with deep claw marks, and the streets are littered with broken bricks and demonic debris. The guards and even the civilians have become gaunt, their eyes etched with fatigue.

Their weapons were already beginning to fray, and the Dawnguard hunters' bodies trembled from the prolonged drawing of their bows. Their chests heaved violently, and they gasped heavily, as if squeezing every last bit of air from their lungs. Each breath, a heavy gasp, echoed on the silent city walls, leaving a grumbling feeling.

Even in such freezing weather, sweat soaked their clothes, trickled down their foreheads and cheeks, and dripped onto the ground beneath their feet, melting some of the snow. Some soldiers were too exhausted to stand and could only half-kneel on the ground, supporting themselves with their hands, struggling to maintain a fighting stance.

Yet, despite this, their gazes remained resolute, filled with indomitable perseverance. Their armor gleamed faintly, stained with the blood and ashes of demons. Beneath the city walls, the demons were still visible, but their attacks were no longer ferocious. Wu Yue's assault on the demons relieved a significant portion of the pressure on Luoxue Town.

But the plight of Snowfall Town has not eased. They have also suffered heavy losses in the previous battle, and this battle is far from over. They must continue to persevere and use up their last bit of strength to resist the demon's attack.

Every civilian in Luoxue Town was praying that the demons would retreat and give them a chance to breathe. Everyone was praying silently in their hearts, hoping to see the dawn of victory.

Tennerstein Wolfe was one of the many tired people. His arms had begun to tremble more than an hour ago, but as a hunter who had drawn the bow countless times, his accuracy was not greatly affected.

But even if he could still hold on, the warriors in front of him and the hunters behind him were almost reaching their limits. The continuous fighting had put their spirits on the verge of collapse.

The warriors' swords had been sharpened by the demons' bodies, and the hunters were running low on arrows. The remaining arrows would only allow them to hold out for a few more days. After that, how would they defend their homes?

Tennerstein felt that at this moment this problem was even greater than the threat in front of him. The demon army in front of him was not difficult to repel, but their lack of weapons could push them to doom.

In other words, their most fundamental problem is how to take back this land that originally belonged to them humans from the hands of the demons. However, Tristan has no idea about this problem. Now, just resisting these demons has exhausted all their energy.

Just when he was about to shoot again, the scene before him made him pause. He saw that the enemy seemed to have torn a hole in the original demon camp.

Tennerstein saw clearly that it was a human army. They were rushing around among the demons at will. The small number of knights were charging into the demon guards. There were only a few dozen cavalrymen, but not a single demon could cause any damage to them.

There seemed to be mysterious wizards in the army, holding wands and chanting ancient spells. Powerful magical power blossomed in their hands, attacking the demons like gorgeous fireworks;

There are also nimble assassins, who shuttle among demons like ghosts, the daggers in their hands flashing with cold light, and every strike is precise and deadly;

The brave knights, clad in heavy armor and riding their warhorses, rushed towards the demons like a torrent of steel. Their swords swung, making crisp clashes, and they engaged in close combat with the demons.

The demons suffered heavy losses in an instant. Due to the lack of effective means to deal with the enemy, the number of casualties reached a small half. At the same time, Turnerstein saw this scene and his expression suddenly became excited, as if he had seen something intoxicating. Then he ordered the soldiers around him:

"Let us go, warriors, and drive these demons from our land!"

After hearing Tennerstein's order, the soldiers of Snowfall Town launched a counterattack without hesitation. They worked closely together and fought bravely against the demon.

In the fierce battle, swords clashed, lights flashed, arrows pierced the air, shouts of killing and the screams of demons intertwined. The soldiers' courage and tenacity gradually gave them the upper hand. In addition, the main force of the demons consisted of only a few demon guards, mainly infantry, and the demons began to retreat.

Finally, the demons were unable to withstand the soldiers' powerful counterattack and began to flee. The people of Snowfall breathed a sigh of relief, cheering and celebrating this brief peace. The streets of the town were filled with joy, people hugged each other, and hope glimmered in their eyes.

However, they also understand that this is only temporary peace. More challenges and difficulties may await them in the future. But for now, they are willing to enjoy this rare peace. To protect their homeland, they will always be prepared to deal with possible threats.

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King Aiden sat on the throne, his face gloomy, his eyes revealing a hint of anxiety. His body trembled slightly, as if he was trying to suppress the fear in his heart.

"What should we do?" His voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

The Nathrezim that inhabited his body also sensed its host's uneasiness. It responded in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, King. Their defeat is only temporary. We still have a chance."

The demon's voice echoed in King Aiden's mind, making him feel even more depressed. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

However, the demon's words offered him little comfort. King Aiden knew the situation they faced was dire. The demons' defeat was only the beginning, and he feared his fate would not improve.

He raised his head and stared into the distance, as if thinking of a strategy to deal with the situation. He knew that he had to find a way to increase his strength in order to fight against the trolls.

"We need more power," King Aiden muttered to himself.

The demon sneered, "Indeed, you still have many soldiers under your command. After you massacred a group of their compatriots, they will no longer obey your orders. It would be better to let them die and use them for our purposes."

King Aiden frowned even more deeply, for he knew that the devil's proposal meant more sin and destruction, but he also knew that if they did not act, they might face ultimate destruction.

After a moment of inner struggle, King Aiden made a decision. He slowly stood up, his voice trembling, "We have no other choice. I'm afraid we can only sacrifice them."

After he finished speaking, he took a long breath, letting out the depression that had accumulated in his heart. But perhaps he did not notice that a pair of small black and green horns began to emerge from his head, and the Nathrezim laughed silently in his heart.

“Hahahaha, haha ...