The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 87: Winter Twilight (Part 1)

"Ready!

Hit it!"

Hearing this command, Van'er exerted all his strength to attack his target with his spear.

He held it with both hands, and as he struck the wolf's 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 where the largest fangs were as big as his thumb.

This was the first time he had been so close in contact with a demonic beast, when he tried to hit it with his claws, he said,

it even threw a snowflake on his face.

Van'er felt his brain empty and he acted on the instincts learned during training, as involuntarily gripping the spear tighter continued to push the spear further.

Van'er suddenly felt that time was flowing more slowly; he saw that the spear had bent to its fullest.

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 his cheeks open.

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 of the breaking sound, the flow of time returns to normal and the wolf falls –

his claws landed on the city wall, scraping 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 shot subsides,

Van'er stepped back to the front, where he discovered that a number of demonic beasts at the base of the wall were lying, killed. The pierced Van'er was also lying among 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 caught a glimpse, 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 Paw gives Van'er a new spear, and,

"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.

“How late?”

"It's almost noon." The cat's claw sighed. Taking advantage of the Hunter's inattentiveness, he took both sides, taking,

"What happened to Jop and Rodney Brothers?"

“Do not search for them. Do you want to be killed by wolves?” Jerky Vaner.

“They are assigned to another wall; they may be in the third or fourth group. How can you become a group one? ”

“I am included in the replacement team,” Claw Cats answer while laughing,

“When there is a need, I will come and help. In the last wave, an uncle was injured and now it's my turn -“

"Prepare -!" sound the voice of the Hunter supervisor, interrupting the words of Cat Paw.

As he looked 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!" Nevertheless, he still obeyed the instructor's orders, performing a concerted spear strike. Sure enough, this time the spear only hit the air.

As this wave of demonic beasts was slower, the hunting team had been sandwiched between the attacking 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, either,

but today, demonic beasts were piling up at the base of the wall. They had been replaced by a second militia team in the middle of the road so they could eat something, rest for a while, and then return to the wall.

But suddenly, Van'er finds himself much calmer than he previously thought,

so when he heard that the shooting team had to retreat, he let them pass, as he had trained in 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 put on a serious expression on their faces,

some of them look very nervous. However, everyone stood still with a straight body, and no one stepped back.

However, Van'er knew that the greatest moral impetus did not come from daily training, but rather from His Majesty.

At the moment after the firearm team shot, Van'er secretly glanced down the middle of the castle wall – it was the position where His Majesty was standing, facing the battle.

Shortly after the horn sounded for the first time, His Majesty had stepped onto the city wall.

Since then, he stood on the wall, constantly holding the defensive line without a break. Even when it was time to eat, he did not retreat.

Instead, His Majesty remained on top of the wall and sent his knight chief to personally obtain breakfast.

When Van'er recalled the behavior of the last master, he remembered that the master had been pulled 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 troops of the Lord of Longsong Stronghold 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 to block the demonic beasts outside the Border Town, either,

makes it impossible for them to move forward. In the past, only Longsong Stronghold was able to 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 the militia team and taking the spear, 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 the old district people.

But now, when fighting with spears, 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 give a hundred slashes, because His Majesty once said, You know, you know,

“If the inflexible bird wants to overtake the more nimble, he must chase their speed and then do more.”

At first, it 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 describe his feelings.

Perhaps it is best explained by the words often used by His Highness – they are a team that has never been seen before.

“Woo – woo –” suddenly, two short honks 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 beast that broke through last time.

Today was our second meeting, he thought, but this time, it was not the same as last time. In addition to the weapons 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.