Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 15 Warcraft Siege

The first night of the snow season.

The cold currents of the polar night, carrying icicles, crashed against the obsidian outer wall of the watchtower, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Lorraine stood on the newly built platform at the back, his gaze passing over the busy defensive line of the crowd and landing on the dark depths that devoured everything.

"What a pity."

Lorraine murmured to himself, the image of his journey to Snow Eagle Outpost flashing through his mind.

Olivia's old housekeeper did not live to see the rescue.

When Lorraine pushed open the gate of the outpost, he saw a stiff corpse hanging from the roof beam.

For ordinary people, in this polar night surrounded by monsters, despair often kills faster than the monsters themselves.

The reason is not hard to guess. As always, he was stubborn and believed that without the second-tier witch tower, he would surely die on this snowy night.

Rather than be torn apart alive by monsters, it's better to hang oneself and at least leave with some dignity.

That being said.

Instead of collecting the corpse, Lorraine quickly took away the remaining magical plants and seeds that Olivia had stored.

In this world, the stomach of the living is far more important than the dignity of the dead.

Waaah—!

The mournful howls of wolves were no longer just a few scattered cries, but rather a continuous tsunami, exploding simultaneously from all directions.

That sound seemed to penetrate into the very bones of a person, making them feel a chilling fear from the inside out.

Victor stood behind the bunker on the western defensive line.

He planted the slightly chipped knight's sword in the frozen ground in front of him, and his hands were wrapping the last strip of anti-slip linen around his arm armor.

His movements were slow and steady.

"This is the moment of unexpected change."

Victor turned his head and glanced at the carpenter beside him, who was holding a pitchfork and whose legs were still shaking. "Don't shake. Shaking will make you burn extra calories, and you'll be hungry before the fighting even starts."

"M-sir, there are so many eyes."

The carpenter's voice was choked with sobs as he pointed into the depths of darkness.

At the end of the swirling snowstorm, countless twin eerie green lights lit up.

Densely packed.

Like phosphorescent lights drifting in a graveyard.

A quick scan revealed at least five hundred heads.

This is no ordinary horde of monsters; it's an army.

Victor narrowed his eyes, his years of combat experience allowing him to make a quick judgment.

"Frostwolf, and tough-skinned boar mixed in with them."

He drew his longsword, twirled it, and all traces of his decadent, drunken demeanor vanished, replaced by a cold, hard presence as solid as rock.

"There are a lot of them, but as long as they don't break through the barricades, they're sitting ducks."

He glanced back at the three towering lava watchtowers.

The "Eye of Lava" at the top of the tower was slowly rotating, and crimson magic surged through the runic circuits, radiating heat that even made an old knight like Victor tremble.

This thing gives me such a strong sense of security.

"Fire."

Lorraine's voice came from behind, completely calm.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

All three watchtowers shook simultaneously.

There was no fancy chanting, only pure violent catharsis.

Three beams of dark red light, as thick as water buckets, instantly tore through the darkness.

The extremely compressed, high-temperature magma stream swept across the snowfield like a hot knife cutting into butter.

The dozen or so frost wolves at the forefront didn't even have time to scream before they vaporized in the high temperature, leaving not even ashes behind.

Immediately afterwards, the beam of light exploded, turning into a shower of meteors that covered a fan-shaped area fifty meters in front of it.

The once frigid permafrost instantly transformed into a scorched inferno.

The air was filled with the stench of burning flesh.

"So strong!"

Victor's pupils contracted sharply.

This power even surpasses that of the magic cannons in a regular army!

Those three towers were like three tireless meat grinders; any creature that dared to step into their attack range would be instantly crushed.

Is this the source of this young baron's confidence?

however.

Lorraine, standing at the command post on the watchtower, frowned slightly.

He wasn't holding a sword, but rather the book "The Witch's Codex".

The data stream, visible only to him, was frantically flooding his field of vision.

[Warning: Monster density has increased abnormally.]

[Warning: A reaction from a Tier 2 elite unit has been detected.]

[Warning: Mana consumption rate exceeds the warning threshold.]

Something's not right.

Lorraine closed the book, her gaze fixed on the rear of the wolf pack.

During normal times of strange changes, monsters come in waves, rising and falling like the tide.

But this pack of wolves is different.

Instead of charging blindly, they were using low-level cannon fodder to deplete the watchtower's magic.

Whenever there was a lull in the watchtower's attacks, a group of extremely agile shadowy figures would attempt to break through the fire net.

Anna.

Lorraine gave a low shout.

Anna, who was suspended in the core of the main tower, suddenly opened her eyes.

At this moment, she was enveloped in crimson-gold flames, her long hair dancing wildly in the heat, resembling a young deity.

"Young Master, I'm here."

"Enable your feature".

Lorraine pointed to the gap on the left that was about to be breached, "Don't conserve your magic, plug all the gaps!"

Anna didn't hesitate at all.

She took a deep breath, and beneath her clothes, her reconstructed heart pounded violently.

Special ability activated: Heart of Flames.

The originally dark red fire rain suddenly changed color.

It was a mix of gold and red colors.

boom--!

The left watchtower no longer spews out beams of light, but a roaring fire dragon!

The fire dragon swept across, instantly clearing out the area and leaving a trail of burning lava in the ground.

That's a terrain-based kill that only a third-tier witch can create!

"This mana recovery speed..."

Olivia, who was reinforcing the barricades, was dumbfounded.

As an alchemist, she knew all too well the law of conservation of magic.

With this kind of burst of power, an ordinary second-tier witch would be knocked down after just two hits.

But what about Anna?

Her face was flushed, and instead of showing signs of exhaustion, she became more and more energetic as she fought, with the surrounding fire elements rushing into her body as if they were going crazy.

Is this what a perfect spirit origin is?

Is this the miracle that the mad baron created with his knife?

"A fish slipped through the net!"

Victor's roar interrupted Olivia's shock.

Despite the dense network of fire, the wolf pack was simply too numerous.

Several elite frost wolves, clad in ice armor, trampled over the corpses of their companions and forced their way through the lava field.

They were emitting white smoke, their fur charred black, but their bloodthirsty ferocity was fully unleashed.

"roar!"

A giant wolf, as tall as a man, leaped high and pounced straight at the terrified carpenter.

A foul-smelling mouth was right in front of me.

Clang—!

A bright flash of sword light appeared in the darkness.

It was an extremely simple and unadorned sword strike.

There were no flashy battle aura lights, only extremely precise angles and power.

Victor sidestepped, slid, and slashed upwards.

puff.

The giant wolf's throat was precisely cut open, and scalding wolf blood sprayed all over the carpenter's face.

Victor didn't even glance at the wolf. Using the momentum of his sword swing, he slammed the hilt of his sword hard into the head of another wild boar that was trying to sneak up on him.

Click.

The sound of the skull shattering was clearly audible.

"Don't just stand there!"

Victor kicked the carpenter in the backside. "Grab your fork! Can't you finish him off? Gouge its eyes! Gouge its ass!"

"Yes...yes!"

The defense line has been stabilized.

Anna was in charge of clearing the large area, while Victor was in charge of checking for any remaining gaps.

This rudimentary defense system actually managed to hold off a wave of monsters several times its size.

Lorraine stood on high ground, watching all of this.

His expression did not relax; instead, it became even more serious.

Everything went too smoothly.

It went so smoothly that it was unsettling.

These wolves... are testing us.

They were risking their lives to test the blind spots and cooldown times of the three towers.

It's just like……

It's like someone is directing things from behind the scenes.

"Olivia!"

Lorraine suddenly turned to the female alchemist who was carrying magic crystals, "Bring out all the spare magic crystals! Place them at Anna's feet!"

"Huh? It's not finished yet..."

"Go quickly!"

Lorraine's voice suddenly rose, "The real trouble is coming!"

Before he could finish speaking...

The once noisy battlefield suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Followed by.

From behind the wolf pack came a low, eerie horn sound, not belonging to any wild beast.

Waaah—waaah—

All the Frostwolf stopped attacking at the same time.

The green light in their eyes instantly turned into a violent blood red.

That rational probing disappeared.

Instead, there was a frenzy of mutual destruction.