After resting for a while, there was no more noise coming from downstairs. Thieves are good at ambushing from behind and generally don't engage in frontal assaults. Now that they've been exposed, they've probably already retreated.
Unas recovered and sat up, touching his injured right ear. The wound had stopped bleeding; a single Holy Light could easily heal this minor injury.
He was only saved by Gordon's reminder; otherwise, he would be a corpse with his throat slit. But given their life-and-death friendship, there was no need for him to thank Gordon.
"Did you get a clear look at the assassin? He didn't seem human." The assassin moved very quickly; Unas only caught a fleeting glance and didn't see anything.
"I didn't see clearly either, but..." Gordon pointed to his nose, "Use your sense of smell. The enemy had a strong salty, fishy smell, which is why I spotted him first."
"A salty, fishy smell?" Unas hadn't really noticed; his attention was focused on controlling the small fireball.
Wait, that salty, fishy smell... he suddenly realized, "You mean Murloc?"
The small, dark shape did indeed fit the physique of Murloc, and coupled with that scream of "Waaah!", Unas was pretty sure the assassin was a Murloc.
"It seems our raised 'Murloc' flag has backfired," Gordon said with a wry smile. "It hasn't scared them off; instead, it's attracted an attack."
Gordon misjudged once again; it seems there's some truth to his claim that he's a jinx, as his luck is indeed terrible.
Unas, fearing he would fall into self-blame again, quickly comforted him, "Thanks to you, I escaped this calamity. Having survived this ordeal, you're sure to have good fortune in the future."
"I hope so." Gordon walked back and forth along the waist-high parapet on the rooftop, observing the situation below the tower by the moonlight.
"Enemy attack! Raise your shields!" He suddenly raised his shield, crouched down, and roared twice at Unas.
Unas instinctively obeyed the command, rolling swiftly to the wall and curling his body into a ball between the large shield and the protective wall.
The sound of air being torn apart was swift and sudden. Unas didn't dare to peek out before a barrage of attacks rained down upon him.
The large shield held in front of him was smashed with a series of loud thuds. After one, two, three waves of attacks, it finally stopped.
Unas took the opportunity to remove his shield and observe. Arrows, bone spikes, javelins, and even stones were scattered all over the ground. Judging from these messy weapons, the enemy seemed to be a ragtag group.
He couldn't tell how many enemies there were, but the weapons were being launched from all directions, so the enemy must have surrounded the tower.
"Woo-la-ka-ya-ga! Ga-woo-la-la!" A sharp drumming noise came from downstairs. Unas was deeply impressed by this unique language; it was indeed the Murloc attacking.
"Give me a bow and arrows!" Gordon peeked down through the crenellations, then bent down and quickly gathered the arrows on the ground. "They're climbing up!"
The two fled upstairs in a panic. Gordon's personal weapons were left on the second floor. Fortunately, Unas had plenty of weapons in his bag. He took out a longbow, a quiver of arrows, and a two-handed greatsword and threw them over, while he took out a hunting rifle for himself.
There were shadowy figures downstairs, and the number of Murloc looked to be no less than a hundred. They really liked to bully the few with their numbers; they had actually mobilized so many people to chase down the two of them.
The two men began firing downwards, having a significant advantage from their elevated position. The first three waves of relentless attacks seemed to have exhausted the enemy's ranged firepower, and they received very little retaliation.
Unas fired three rounds in quick succession, each shot hitting its mark. The six Murloc climbing the outer wall with their shields on their heads were all knocked to the ground. Gordon also shot down a few, but some still managed to slip through the net and climb into the second-floor window, entering the tower's interior.
Unas fired two more rounds, hitting four more. So far, he had hit all ten shots, which was already amazing. However, because he was firing too fast, the barrel of the gun was extremely hot, and there was a risk of it exploding if he continued to fire. He was also not good with bow and arrow, so he had to put away his hunting rifle for the time being and pick up javelins and stones on the ground to throw at them randomly. His hit rate was terrible.
"Go and guard the entrance to the rooftop, enemies are coming up!" Gordon noticed his situation and immediately assigned him another task.
There was indeed a tremor beneath my feet; it seemed that a considerable number of Murloc had gathered on the second floor and were rushing upwards.
Unas responded with a "yes," ran to the small wooden door, switched to his Silver Hammer, and prepared to give the first guy who rushed up a good beating.
"Idiot! Use shields to block the door, don't let them have a chance to get up!" Gordon glanced back and saw him, then immediately started yelling.
"Alright." Unas had no choice but to obey, though he was a little annoyed. But Gordon's words seemed to make a lot of sense; he had gotten carried away with the fighting, and now defense was more important.
He threw his entire body onto the shield, pressing it tightly against the small wooden door on the ground. The sounds of howling and footsteps soon came from the other side of the door.
"Thump, thump, thump," the enemy began to ram the door with great force, the sound of breaking wood rang in their ears, the small wooden door could not hold on and was about to be smashed in the next moment.
Unas instantly switched to a steel spear, shouted "Damn it!" and thrust it down with all his might!
The wooden door burst open instantly, Unas's spear charged forward relentlessly, piercing, piercing, and piercing again!
The enemy's tattered leather armor was no match for the attack. "Swoosh!" The sound of spears piercing flesh rang out one after another. Unas's spear instantly pierced through the bodies of four Murloc.
He kicked the Murloc's corpse impaled on the spear in front of him, pulled hard, blood splattered, and the crimson steel spear returned to his hand.
Four corpses slid down the stairs, their screams echoing below. For a moment, no Murloc dared to rush up. Several bone spikes flew towards him, but he easily dodged them.
But with the wooden door damaged and the barrier gone, he couldn't help but shout to Gordon, "What do we do now?"
"Kill!" Gordon without turning his head, focusing on firing, as if to tell Unas, "I'm leaving my back to you."
"If you have no other choice, just say so," Unas said, pursing his lips. "But killing the enemy is indeed the only way."
He switched weapons again, holding a shield in one hand and a hammer in the other, and stepped forward to guard the entrance. If any enemy dared to show their face, he would smash them down with the hammer.
The effects of a week of training were evident; every hammer blow was fast, powerful, and accurate, leaving the Murlocs screaming in despair and unable to break through. Their small wooden shields simply couldn't withstand the heavy blows of the Silver Hammer.
However, his stability was still insufficient. Several times he lost his footing and almost fell down the stairs with the Murloc who was being hammered down.
After sacrificing seven or eight lives, the enemy finally gave up their suicide mission.
There was silence at the entrance for a while. Unas cautiously peeked inside and found no one moving on the third floor except for the corpses scattered all over the ground. The Murloc had quietly retreated.
Gordon then shouted, "They're retreating!"
Unas ran to the wall and looked down. Several windows on the second floor had ropes hanging down, and the Murloc were sliding down the ropes to the ground.
"This is the perfect opportunity to beat a stray dog to a pulp!" Unas laughed, pulling out his fully cooled-down hunting rifle. "I'm going to go on another rampage!"