The trebuchet is an immovable war tool type demon.
This demon's body is forged by blacksmiths in hell, and has the characteristics of ignoring the energy of fire and poison.
They do not need additional demonic manipulation because they themselves have become living bodies due to their souls being injected into them.
This makes them extremely lethal and destructive, and their attack range is often far beyond everyone's sight.
Hell trebuchets with souls themselves can also change the properties of the ammunition they fire and even throw traps into the human army. Although the number of these things is not large, each one is firmly protected by the demon army.
Their existence has brought huge trouble and casualties to Harrogath's barbarian legions and professionals.
Currently, the leader of the barbarian tribe Qualkek who guards Harrogath has issued an order to change the conditions for participation in the World Stone Trial.
All professionals who are currently in Harrogath and intend to launch an impact on the second world must first make sufficient contributions to Harrogath in this war before they can qualify.
As for the Ancestral Trial, the plateau area where the ancient passage is located has been completely occupied by the demon army and the conditions for it to be held have been lost.
However, Qualkek also said that if anyone can help them recapture the passage area of the Holy Mountain of Arreat, then that person or that team will have the highest priority for the Ancestor Trial.
When Xue Hua and Kane emerged from the teleportation array, the demon army outside the city was launching its twenty-third attack on the bastion outside Harrogath.
Three bastions have been lost in the more than 20 previous attacks, and the remaining bastions are also facing the problem of insufficient manpower.
Everyone in the city who can fight has been dragged onto the battlefield.
This is Harrogath, the holy land of barbarians. The so-called "people who can fight" basically refer to everyone in the city except the old ones who cannot hold weapons.
Therefore, Xue Hua and Kane did not receive any reception, only the bone-chilling wind that kept blowing "kindly" welcomed their arrival.
"Huh...it's great, it's so cold here!"
Xue Hua wrapped the blanket tightly around him, and his breath instantly turned into a cloud of white mist.
"The Arreat Mountains have always been like this...but what should we do now?" Kane also tightened his tight-fitting cotton clothes and frowned tightly as he looked at the wide and empty streets around him.
He was not angry that he was being slighted, but he didn't even have a follow-up person, and they didn't even know where to go next.
A cold wind blew through, mixed with patches of ice and snow half a palm's size, and the rough stone buildings around were covered with white frost.
Xue Hua and Kane stood at the edge of the small station, shivering from the cold, but at a glance they couldn't see even half a person.
"What the hell!" After waiting for more than ten minutes, no one came to help them or even give them directions. Xue Hua's mood gradually became worse.
"Don't worry... Sigh... Fortunately Aman didn't follow. Well, I came here decades ago. According to my memory at the time, if you go in that direction, you should be able to find the Presbyterian Council of the Barbarian Clan.
.....”
Kane sighed helplessly and pointed in a direction with his cane, but judging from the hesitant look on his face, it was obvious that he didn't trust the direction he was pointing.
But now there is no other way. The entire Harrogas is now like a dead city. There is no other sound except the howling of the wind and snow. Xue Hua can only believe in Kane's memories from decades ago.
.
The two of them walked on the streets of Harrogas that were covered with ice and snow that could submerge half a calf. They walked for more than 20 minutes before they found a lighted building on a towering stone staircase not far away.
architecture.
The two immediately climbed up the stairs and knocked on the heavy wooden door of the tall stone house, hoping that someone would take them in and keep them warm in this damn weather.
If it really doesn't work, it would be great to help with directions.
Squeak.
The door opened, and an old woman with white hair poked her head out of the door.
"Hello, madam, well, we are professionals who have just arrived in Harrogath, and we are here to assist in the battle, but Harrogath is too big, and we are a little lost. Could you please...
..”
"Oh! I'm so sorry, my child, come in quickly, and this old gentleman... Why do you look familiar?"
The old woman quickly opened the door and asked Xue Hua and Kane to come in quickly. However, when she saw Kane, she blinked in confusion and felt inexplicably familiar.
"This is Deckard Cain, well, if you've heard his name..."
Xue Hua gave a brief introduction. The old woman in front of him was just an ordinary person. He had some doubts about whether she had heard of Kane's name.
"Oh my God! You are Mr. Kane! You...Oh, yes, yes, the patriarch mentioned it before. I'm really sorry. You two, please come inside first. Quickly, don't stand in this cold wind.
Already."
Unexpectedly, this old woman actually knew Kane, and there was a sense of familiarity in her tone.
Xue Hua glanced at the old man next to him in surprise, but saw a familiar look on his face.
The two of them followed the old woman into the house, but as soon as they turned around and entered the door, they smelled an extremely strong smell of medicine and rancidity.
Xue Hua looked over the old woman's shoulder and saw that the floor of the hall in front of him was filled with a large number of beds covered with thick cotton wool. The beds were crowded with wounded people wrapped in gauze, lying or lying on them.
These wounded were all tall and powerful, and they looked like members of the barbarian clan, but there were no mercenaries or professionals, they were all ordinary people.
They all suffered injuries of varying degrees, some seriously, and were still moaning and struggling on the bed.
"This...is this?" Xue Hua looked at the old woman with a solemn expression.
"Hey... these are the children of the tribe. Although they are not professionals or mercenaries, the battle on the front line is tight, and the leader has no choice but to let them take weapons and go to the battlefield.
Everyone here is still lucky. Although some people lost their arms and legs, at least they came back alive.
More people have gone forever. In this month alone, the number of wounded sent to me has increased ten times. It is said that the number of killed is still more than ten times that of the wounded.
My old lady can't carry her shoulders or pick her arms, so she can't go to the battlefield to kill enemies for the tribe. She just learned some alchemy and herbal medicine in the past, and at least it can be of some use..."
Having said this, the old woman turned back and gave Kane a meaningful look.
Seeing her look, Kane suddenly had an idea in his mind and blurted out: "Are you Mara?!" (To be continued)
