The casters who looked down and closed their eyes stood up in unison, their faces showing no expression, their hands tightly holding the spell-casting equipment, the backs of their hands and palms covered with greasy sweat.

The clouds in the sky were thicker, and the rumbling sound was deafening, and even the sound of fighting outside the city walls was muffled by the roar of thunder and lightning, and the eardrums trembled in the face of such sounds.

The casters of the Atila Army struck, along with the Thunderbirds, a tornado-like sight in the sky, thick clouds that took on a swirling shape, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, and slowly rotating clockwise.

This kind of magic, just from the appearance, you know that it is a great magic that has reached the level of legend, no, maybe it is like that fireball yesterday, it is a terrible magic that surpasses the legend but can only be described as legendary.

In the face of such an attack, human beings cannot defend themselves, and in the face of such an attack, can the weapons and armor in the hands of the Scandinavians really play a protective role in the face of such an attack?

"Are you luring us into using the [Legendary Countermeasures]?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, which seemed to be a natural disaster, a druid asked in a low voice, not knowing whether he was questioning himself or asking for help from his companions around him.

This is also a question for all the spellcasters present, such a bold and powerful spell tells the enemy that they are performing a powerful spell, which usually only occurs with rookie spellcasters who have just come out of the academy.

Before knowing the enemy's hole cards, the side that uses the hole cards first will often be the final loser in the battle...... Therefore, the casters of the Atila army, which outnumbered the Scandinavians in strength, would not make such a simple mistake, so they released this magic at this time with such fanfare, which was a decoy and a trap.

A trap to lure the caster into countering with Legendary Countermeasures. However, this is not a conspiracy, but an upright conspiracy, knowing that there is a trap with bad intentions ahead, and the Scandinavians can only jump into it with their eyes closed and cast a spell to counter this magic.

The reason is very simple, because there is an insurmountable gap in the strength of the two sides, when the enemy does not play evil ways, does not play conspiracy but attacks in a dignified manner, and conducts a contest of strength, or when it is clear that it is to overwhelm people with power, the Scandinavians can only follow the rhythm of the other side.

Otherwise, what can they do to watch each other's magic take shape and fall on their heads, or do they also start preparing magic that can be countered by their will?

Either the former or the latter would be the wrong choice, and it would only be the Scandinavians who would be damaged if the legendary magic fell here, and if the two legendary magic collided with each other, the destructive force caused would make the situation even worse.

The launch of the legendary countermeasure made the sky return to its original state, and those riotous lightning bolts were like sleeping bear children, and it was rare to be quiet, and you could hear the chirping of those thunderbirds in the distance, and the dissatisfaction carried in the calls.

"Rest!"

The leader of the spellcasters, or the temporary captain, looked at the slowly dissipating magic and gave the order to rest.

As the inferior party, when the other party takes the royal road of integrity, he can only carry out this method of seeing and dismantling the moves, which is very regrettable and has no way.

He clearly realized that if he dealt with it with luck like yesterday, he would only fall for the other party's tricks, and now entering the rhythm of the other party like this, although it seems to be a kind of chronic suicide, it is much better than taking a shortcut and being solved by the other party at once.

Originally, the task of those of them who were stationed here was to delay the opponent's pace and delay the opponent's attack, if such a magic contest only took a defensive approach and only used the legendary countermeasures, then even if they were inevitably in trouble in the end, they also completed the set planned tasks.

And in yesterday's battle, they also discovered that those spellcasters of the Atila army can actually make mistakes as well, as long as they fight steadily and wait for the opponent to lose patience, they may be able to get certain results by counterattacking.

The countermeasures of the legendary magic did not disappoint the casters of the Atila army, which was expected by them, and it can even be said that their purpose was to make the other party's spellcasters cast magic such as the legendary counterspell.

On the one hand, this can consume the opponent's magical energy and physical strength, and on the other hand, it also involves the energy of these enemy spellcasters in the magic contest.

Although the battle has only started for two days, and the battle on the second day has just begun, because of the hole card exposed by Sigmund yesterday, the fog hidden on the balance of victory and defeat has also diluted a lot.

Without the support of magic, the Scandinavians would not be the match for their own army, and without even those few hole cards, the Atila army would have the confidence to break through the city.

When the white-knuckle battle was at a disadvantage, Siegmund would make a move, just like yesterday, with his hole cards, whether it was the sword that cleaved the legendary magic or something else.

At that time, when Siegmund made a move, it was time for the big men in the army to do it, and Siegmund who used his hole cards first would have been at a disadvantage, and when he was besieged by famine and plague, the battle was also counting down to the end.

The corpses of the gnolls and the stairs of their companions who were about to turn into corpses were about ten meters away from the walls, and if they were a little higher, the gnolls could jump onto the walls by bouncing.

However, at such a close distance, the attacks on the city walls became extremely terrifying, and those bed crossbows showed terrifying power at close range, and each shot of crossbow arrows could take the lives of more than three gnolls.

The Scandinavian axes are just as terrifying, at such a close distance, as long as they are hit, they will end up with missing arms and legs, and if they are unlucky enough to be hit in the body, then there will be a situation similar to a halve or split in half from the middle.

Are the gnolls afraid, afraid, afraid?

Presenting a one-sided slaughter situation, no matter who is afraid of fear and fear, the gnolls are also inevitable, no, it should be said that judging from the character of the gnolls who bully the soft and fear the hard, in such a situation, they still continue to attack, and they still maintain such a strong morale without being used [Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy], which is already commendable.

Without further ado, the goal of the gnolls was very clear and simple, and that was the Scandinavians who leaned out from the walls to attack them.

As long as these people are knocked down, as long as these people are killed, the city behind them, the city built by Beowulf and the Yeats, will become a paradise for the gnolls.

Their keen sense of smell gives the Gnolls an advantage over other races when fighting in the streets, allowing them to easily find enemies hiding in the shadows, traps hidden in the ceiling, under the floors, and behind the doors.

At least in the north, in the most brutal white-knuckle battles like street fighting, there is no other race or class of troops that can match the gnolls, not even those white bears or mammoths.

"Your Excellency. ”

The guard standing next to Siegmund whispered, and Siegmund came back to his senses, and he looked down at the approaching enemy, and the strong smell of blood could already be smelled in his position.

"That's it, let's do it. ”

Siegmund looked at the sun in the sky, which was obscured by dark clouds and had only a little light, and then looked at the direction of the Chinese army where Attila was in the distance, measured it, and said.

The caster's modest resistance to the opponent's magical attacks actually made Zigmund very satisfied, and in the case of a huge disparity in strength, such an infallible approach would make the situation worse and worse, but it would not become very bad all of a sudden.

The Scandinavians are no strangers to the Gnolls' way of attacking the city, giving up everything and piling up a ladder with corpses, and the reason why they fought so hard in the past two battles has a lot to do with the fact that the city walls have become irrelevant in the face of such an attack.

In order to deal with this siege, the Scandinavians thought of many methods, but in the end, the results of these methods were not very ideal, because the more they killed the gnolls, the faster the ladder was formed.

In the end, there is really no way out, and the Scandinavians can only solve this problem in the simplest and most simple way, well, this method is also the most extravagant for the Scandinavians.

Barrels of human height were pushed from behind by the warriors, their faces still reluctant, but in the end they threw them at the top of the staircase with their eyes closed.

The gnolls looked at the rolling barrels with a disdainful smile on their faces, and they thought it was a log-like attack, using the rolling cylindrical logs with spikes to push them down the stairs.

As a result, the barrels began to disintegrate halfway through the rolling, and the rich aroma was particularly charming in such a bloody battlefield.

Wine, that's the taste of wine

If this liquid is a necessity that is difficult to refuse for Scandinavians, then for the gnolls, it is a luxury that they may not be able to taste once in a lifetime, especially these ordinary gnolls warriors who are on the attack.

These barrels of wine were the last stocks of Upland City after Alice and Drake jointly blockaded Scandinavia, or were they found in cellars that were not affected by the flames.

All along, Siegmund endured not to drink, even in the most distressed moments, not to touch these things, in order to use them to block the enemy's attack today.

What is this thing, and why does it smell so good?

Such a thought lasted less than two seconds in the gnolls' minds before they were thrown away, and the strange movements of the Scandinavians did not shake their enthusiasm for attacking.

But soon, there was no need for them to wonder about these things, the flames in the sky engulfed their bodies, and the violent explosion engulfed everything.

When the wine spilled all over the staircase, the slightest flame could turn the place into a sea of fire, and the furs, wooden equipment, and clothing of the Gnolls became the best fuel.

Billowing black smoke rose into the sky, and countless gnolls were engulfed in flames, wailing and scattering, until they finally fell to the ground weakly.

The entire staircase, made up of corpses and gnolls that were not yet dead, became the best fuel, and from a distance it looked like a volcanic eruption.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

The gnolls who were a little farther away screamed heartbreakingly, in the face of such a natural disaster-like flames, the gnolls could not resist at all, and could only choose to retreat.

The thick fur that grows to ward off the cold becomes the best fuel when it encounters fire, and the slightest spark makes these gnolls start to burn.

No, there is no need for Mars, the temperature of the air has risen to a certain level, and white smoke began to rise from those gnolls who were close, and then turned into fire men in an instant.

Not far away, the centaurs who were warming up also stopped running, their eyes wide and disbelievable as they stared at the imminent changes at hand, and retreated without anyone giving the order.

At this time, they could not care less about disobeying the orders of the Attera army, and the terrible flames, the gnolls who wailed and fell and were engulfed in the flames, made them feel fear.

Come close, you'll die.

Such thoughts lingered in the mind, and the body involuntarily retreated, no, it was not already a retreat, but a rout, and the centaurs scattered and fled in all directions for fear of death.

The Jackals are trying to reorganize their teams as much as possible, but unfortunately, the Scandinavians will not give them the time to reorganize, and the elves standing on the towers shoot arrows into the throats of these captains, and the Scandinavians standing on the walls are also focusing on them.

Often, as soon as the jackals gathered, they were greeted with a dense wave of throwing axes, and as soon as they dispersed, the Scandinavians would stop attacking and switch targets.