Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 16 Dead End

That bugle call was like a switch.

The wolf pack, which had been attacking in a scattered manner, suddenly changed its formation.

Instead of attacking the main tower with the most intense firepower head-on, they suddenly veered to the right in a huge arc, like a black torrent.

That place is the boundary between the attack ranges of the two secondary towers.

It is also the only blind spot in the entire camp's defense system.

"Damn it!"

Olivia's face turned deathly pale, and she nearly dropped the magic crystal box in her hand. "How did they know about that place? That blind spot, less than ten meters wide, was something I only just discovered myself!"

It's not surprising that monsters possess intelligence.

But monsters with such tactical skills, capable of instantly discerning weaknesses in a defensive line, are the army!

"Switch fire! Switch fire!"

Lorraine gave the order sternly.

Anna gritted her teeth and desperately manipulated her mental power, trying to change the direction of the watchtower's attack.

But it is, after all, an inanimate object.

The massive tower takes time to rotate, and even a delay of just a few seconds can mean the difference between life and death on the battlefield.

Rumbling--

Hundreds of ferocious frost wolves crashed into the fragile wooden chevaux-de-frise on the right.

That wasn't biting.

That was a suicidal impact.

The first row of frost wolves rammed their bodies against the barricades, getting pierced by the spikes, but they did not retreat; instead, they held their positions firmly.

Second row, third row...

They built a flesh bridge with corpses!

Click!

The wooden chevaux-de-frise in that direction let out a mournful cry of despair and collapsed with a crash.

The breach has been created.

"Stop them!"

Victor's eyes were bloodshot.

Ignoring his old leg injury, he dragged his heavy steps and ran wildly to the right.

But he was all alone, with only a sword.

What surged in was a horde of beasts with bloodshot eyes.

"kill!"

Victor roared, and his sword flashed out like water.

Every swing of the sword brought forth a shower of blood, and every second a monster fell.

But there are too many.

One frost wolf bit his arm armor, while another rammed into his side.

The immense impact sent him flying sideways, crashing heavily into the muddy snow.

"Victor!"

The two carpenters, holding pitchforks, tried to help, but were knocked away by a wild boar that charged in, their fate unknown.

The defense line has collapsed.

Monsters flooded the camp like black sewage.

They ignored the fallen people and went straight for the three towers that were spewing flames.

They want to destroy this only threat.

"It's over..."

Olivia collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the fangs so close to her.

This is the North.

That's why nobody wants to come here.

Even if you make thorough preparations, even if you have a brilliant design, you are still as fragile as a piece of paper in the face of sheer numbers and bizarre disasters.

Behind the kitchen window.

Leila huddled under the stove, her hands tightly covering her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

is her.

It must be her.

The wolves wouldn't be so clever if she weren't in this camp.

If she weren't here, the blizzard wouldn't be this bad.

The kind lord wanted to protect her, so he gave her a hot meal and a place where she wouldn't freeze to death.

And the reward she brought was destruction.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

Leila closed her eyes in despair, awaiting death.

however.

The expected pain did not come.

That voice, always so calm it was annoying, echoed throughout the camp once again.

"What's the panic?"

Lorraine stood on the steps of the main tower.

Faced with the horde of beasts that was about to engulf the camp, he didn't even move an inch.

He reached his right hand into his pocket and held a thin card between two fingers.

It was a card that looked like it was made of parchment, with intricate gold patterns drawn on it.

【Witch's Tower Overload Card (Disposable Item)】

[Effect: Can designate a Witch's Tower, tripling its attack efficiency and power for two minutes.]

[Negative Effect: After the overload ends, the Witch's Tower will enter a 30-second cooldown period during which it cannot attack or defend.]

This was the only trump card that had been revealed from the Ice Mirror Puppet.

Lorraine had been waiting for this moment, without using it.

Since you guys like to play tactics.

Then I'll show you what cheating really means.

"Anna!"

Lorraine's voice pierced through the chaotic battlefield, "Do you trust me?"

Anna, who was suspended in mid-air, was now entangled by several flying ice bats.

She heard Lorraine's voice.

Without any hesitation.

Even though she was about to be torn to pieces in the next second, she still turned her head and looked at that figure.

"letter."

There is only one word.

Lorraine tightened her fingers, and the card instantly transformed into a golden streak of light, shooting into Anna's brow.

"Then...burn them to ashes!"

Om-! ! !

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Anna's eyes instantly turned pure white.

A terrifying, suffocating surge of magical energy erupted from her body.

The rock patterns on the surface of the three watchtowers, which were already somewhat overheated, instantly cracked, revealing their dazzling cores.

That's no longer the color of lava.

That's the color of the sun.

"Overload mode activated."

Lorraine uttered those words coldly.

next second.

The world is quiet.

Because all other sounds were drowned out by that terrifying roar.

The three watchtowers were no longer firing, but... erupting.

A 360-degree, blind-spot-free burst of light!

Centered on the camp, a platinum-gold ring of fire exploded out.

Those frost wolves that had just stormed into the camp, those wild boars that were still charging wildly, and those elite monsters hiding in the shadows.

The moment they came into contact with the ring of fire, they were annihilated before they could even scream.

What tactics?

What blind spot?

Faced with overwhelming firepower, it's all a joke.

The ring of fire spread for two hundred meters, completely evaporating the snow around the camp and revealing the scorched, crystallized land below.

Victor lay on the ground, feeling like his scalp was being roasted.

He stared blankly as the halo swept across his head.

The frost wolves that were about to bite off his neck turned into a pile of black ash that drifted away in the wind right before his eyes.

"This...this is..."

Victor swallowed hard; his throat was parched.

Is this something that can be done by human power?

Is this a forbidden spell?!

Thirty seconds.

In just thirty seconds.

When the blinding light faded.

The once bustling battlefield was now reduced to the sound of the wind.

And... magic crystals scattered all over the ground.

The three witch towers were emitting black smoke and their surfaces were covered with cracks, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

Anna fell from mid-air, but was caught by Lorraine who was already prepared.

Her face was as pale as paper, but a satisfied smile lingered on her lips.

"Young Master... have you killed them all?"

Lorraine looked at the girl in his arms and reached out to wipe the black ash from her face.

"Yes, all gone."

He raised his head and looked into the dead silence and darkness.

Those once calm eyes were now churning with a chilling killing intent.

Because he heard it.

At the end of the wind and snow, deep within the moment of vicissitude.

A woman's soft chuckle rang out.

The laughter was soft and alluring, yet carried a condescending mockery.

It was like watching a fairly entertaining monkey show.

"Oh."

Lorraine stared in that direction, a sinister smile curving his lips.

Someone is directing things.

There really is someone directing things.

very good.

Since you want to play, let's have some fun.

Hopefully, your neck is a bit tougher than these wolf heads.