The hazy sky, the dusk glow covers the battlefield, and snowflakes scatter.

The surging wave of werewolfs seemed unstoppable, flooding the snow, and their hideous faces revealed a desire for blood. Like the demons, they had nothing like conscience, let alone compassion and kindness.

The only thing these Gnoll soldiers who vassed in the Lizardman tribe was destruction and destruction, trampling on the slaughterers of any enemy that intercepted them.

The dark light shines through the guardhouse skylight and maps to the temporary war room.

Duke Dhakama held a blood-colored giant sword in both hands, facing the tide of the zombies, staring forward calmly and indifferently.

In comparison, the others in the room were a little embarrassed, with rapid breathing sounding from time to time. Many people opened their mouths slightly, wanting to speak but stopping, as if they wanted to remind them, but when they saw the back of the Duke of Dhakama, they finally fell silent.

Just as the storm of the gnolls approached the Nuu Fortress, the Duke of Dhakama said in a deep voice: "Archer, get ready!"

"Eight hundred meters, indiscriminately projectile!"

The vibrant and steady voice broke the atmosphere in the room, and everyone suddenly calmed down, their impatience disappeared, leaving only inexplicable peace of mind.

Above the guardhouse, the flag soldiers waved the red flag in their hands when they heard the order of Duke Dakama, waved it four times on each left and right, and then pointed to the front of the city wall.

The towering city walls surround the Nuu Fortress, and rows of archers form neat formations, arrows set bows, waiting for orders, especially the three high platforms extending from the city wall, two high platforms are already full of archers.

As the flag soldiers waved the red flag, each commander issued an order, shouting loudly around the array, and shouting loudly throughout the fortress.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Bending the bow and shooting arrows, in an instant, dense rain of arrows tear apart the hazy sky, smashing the slowly falling snowflakes. When they jump to the top, they draw sharp arcs and hang down and shoot towards the surging wolfish soldiers.

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Aowoo! Aowoo!

In the cold and snowy ground, howlings echoed one after another. The roars were looking at the doomsday rain of arrows in the sky, making noise and roars, and they all accelerated their pace of progress. A small number of the roars with shields raised their shields and stood up on their heads.

However, the Lizardman Legion in the mixed waves remained unmoved. In the middle of the array, some lizardmen lifted up their cloaks, revealing their old and ugly faces, and their turbid eyes bloomed inexplicable colors.

The whispering murmurs were buried in the roaring footsteps until the rain of arrows fell, and these old lizard men opened their arms to trigger the cold and cold wind that overflowed between the wind and snow.

[War Spell: Wind Break]!

Above the werewolf wave, dozens of blue hurricanes suddenly formed, like a rain of arrows that were crumbling and hanging like whirlpools. Countless broken arrows drifted in the air, falling into the wave without threat.

Even if some intact arrows pass through the hurricane gap, they will only take away the lives of scattered wolves.

Temporary War Room.

When the Duke of Dhakama saw the arrow rain fall, his expression suddenly tightened. This was the first time that such a special situation had been encountered since the battle with the Beshilik Kingdom. The Lizardman Legion was never exposed during the previous attacks.

"Lizardman Priest!" Marquis Gardner said with a gloomy expression, recognizing the identities of the old lizardmen.

[Lizardman Priest: The wise men born in the Lizardman tribe, they are favored by the Lizardman god, are the leaders of the tribe's god, and have good magical talents, and can harmonize and communicate with natural energy. Their only mission is to believe in the Lizardman god, and become the interpreter and spokesperson of Samu Anya.]

"So many lizard-man priests gathered." Duke Dhakama said in a serious tone, and the blue hurricane in the hazy sky disappeared. "Does the Kingdom of Beshilik want to completely capture the Nuu Fortress tonight?"

"Tell the Second Arrows Legion, alternate shooting."

"Transfer the heavy crossbow legion, the target enters a distance of 300 meters and conducts suppression and shooting."

"Send the war mage, awaken the mage tower, ready to cast spells at any time."

Duke Dhakama straightened his body, staring at the Lizardman Legion in the tide, and whispered: "Then let me see how many spells the Lizardman Priest can release!"

Continuous orders sounded in the combat room. The flag soldiers above the guardhouse quickly waved the order flags and conveyed the orders. Then, standing on one side, the command soldiers who were on standby at any time turned around and left the guardhouse and ran to the high platform of the city wall.

Crunch! Crunch!

On the straight road of the city wall, a soldier of the Kingdom pushed the steel heavy crossbow and walked along the straight road to the platform. The hardwood wheels rubbed against the ground and made a sharp sound.

After counting carefully, there were about a hundred and ten crossbows, pointing directly to the wolves who were heading forward and subsequently.

On both sides of each crossbow cart, there will be six kingdom soldiers who will divide the work and cooperate, responsible for placing hideous crossbow arrows, pulling the bowstrings, aiming in the direction, etc.

Further behind, the black mage towers thirty or forty meters away from the city wall flashed with obscure magic light, slowly lit up the transparent crystal at the top of the tower.

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Frontal battlefield, snow plains.

The huge number of rogue soldiers ran in the snow, causing gusts of fishy wind. When they saw the closer and closer to the fortress wall, their expressions became more and more crazy. Especially as they watched the rain of arrows that fell every time they were torn apart by the blue hurricane, the unique crazy howling sounded endlessly.

Six hundred meters.

Five hundred meters.

Four hundred meters.

In the gloomy and chaotic environment, bloodshot holes appeared in the green eye holes, carrying bloodthirsty madness, raising the sharp weapon in the hand.

Three hundred meters.

The bloodthirsty color left his face, but death suddenly came.

Whoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish swish!

The sound of the crossbow chariot bowstrings exploded, and the snowflakes scattered and fell. In the next moment, hundreds of hideous steel crossbow arrows crossed a short distance and attacked the zombie array.

Before the blue hurricane could form, countless blood flowers bloomed in the front row of the rogue soldiers. The sharp crossbow arrows easily pierced the armor, and then passed through the body, and the smelly blood gushed like spring water.

The offensive continued, and each steel crossbow arrow penetrated through more than a dozen wolves soldiers in succession, and then stopped, carrying the corpse of the last unlucky guy to fall to the snow.

Looking down at the battlefield, just one heavy crossbow cart shooting has cleaned up a large area of ​​green blood.

"Ao!!!"

The shrill howling echoed over the tide, and the werewolf leader crowded in the array saw the tragic scene in front of him, and his face filled with anger.

Raising the heavy hammer in his hand, these werewolves in heavy armor took the lead in charging. They must climb up the city wall before the second wave of offensive to reduce losses.

Unfortunately, the well-trained kingdom soldiers did not give them any chance.

Pull the string, put the arrow, aim at the direction.

Hundreds of heavy crossbows launched the second wave of offensives, and together with the archers, they formed a doomsday rain of arrows that covered the haze sky.
Chapter completed!