The dark clouds have condensed to a state of almost solidification, and one of the lightning flashes in it, which makes people feel even more palpitating, and the appearance of the giant eagle has given the thunderbirds who have always been leisurely and leisurely a blow to the head, making them understand that on the battlefield in the sky, even if they can use lightning, they also have natural enemies to fear.

The clouds condensed by the Thunderbird are not only to make them easier and more powerful when they release lightning, but also because of the snowflakes that these clouds bring and keep falling.

The extremely low temperature could not affect the Scandinavians, because they had long been accustomed to the cold in the Norwegian mountains, on the contrary, for the Attila army, such a low temperature would seriously affect the combat effectiveness of the gnolls and centaurs, especially the centaurs, whose frozen fingers could not guarantee the hit rate of the arrows.

With the sound of the whining trumpet, the third day of the attack began, and they rushed towards the nameless fortress like a tidal wave, running and howling with impunity in this land that was not yet fully theirs.

At that moment, the sound of drums from the city overpowered the noise of the Atila army, violent and dull, reminiscent of the sound of waves crashing against a reef in a raging storm.

The warriors on the walls were ready, with fanatical smiles on their faces that could not be concealed, holding their weapons tightly in their hands, their eyes bloodshot, staring at the enemy without blinking.

After a few days of fighting, there were no new recruits among the warriors on the city walls, and they all knew how to kill the enemy with the weapons in their hands, and how to use the shields in their hands, the surrounding environment and their companions to protect themselves in an environment like the battlefield.

As the enemy drew closer, the cacophony of jackals and centaurs stepping on their feet locked in the snow made the mere sound creepy and even the courage to fight.

"Sure enough, apart from the gnolls, the Attila army has no melee troops to take a shot at. ”

Gohm looked at the gnoll who rushed to the front, his tone was depressed but with a confidence that he could settle down.

In the midst of the blizzard, a hideous gnoll began to appear in the eyes of the warriors, armed with rudimentary weapons and barely covered and dirty clothes, and rushed out of the blizzard to the bottom of the city walls.

Just like yesterday, they threw the gravel they were carrying under the city wall and retreated without looking back, a boring tactic that worked well from the steps that were almost ten meters high.

The thick ice and snow on the ground saved them a lot of time.

"Fight! Kill these invaders!"

Gohm's voice appeared in the ears of all the warriors, on the city walls, on the arrow towers, and in the city where the warriors who had already prepared for a long time could not wait to throw the hot water, throwing axes, and javelins in their hands downward.

The gnolls are not weak, they use throwing stones, as well as javelins and throwing axes collected from the battlefield to fight back, although the gnolls are always at a disadvantage overall, but they are gradually achieving their strategic goal and building a staircase passage that leads directly to the city walls.

"Let the catapults and ballistas continue to attack, targeting the opponent's walls. ”

On the side of the Atila army, the commander of the battle, Famine, gave the order to attack to the herald next to him.

The herald's gaze was puzzled, for the previous two days of fighting had proved that the attack of catapults and ballistas could not shake the walls of the castle, and the stone projectiles would only shatter into pieces and scatter the ground on the walls.

"I need catapults and ballistas to hit stone projectiles under the walls, even if they are just fragments of stone bullets, they can form a staircase for us to ascend the walls. ”

Famine explained patiently and rarely.

The herald said no more, and they turned and walked away on horseback, swiftly conveying the order of famine to the ranks of ballistae and catapults.

Soon, the ballistas and catapults that were hidden in the forest began to attack, and huge stone projectiles smashed towards the city walls like meteors, and the collision of the two caused the ground to shake, and countless gnolls who could not dodge were beaten into flesh and blood sieves by stone shards.

"Let the giants and treants start attacking, I don't expect to see their catapults and ballistas after noon today. ”

Looking at the stone bullets flying out of the forest in the distance, Goam gripped the wall next to him with both hands so that he would not fall due to the shaking of the ground.

The giants of the city and the treants soon counterattacked the Attira army, and even though the forest was in the way, the terrible stone orb rolled and destroyed everything.

The Atila army was still holding on, and they had understood that their strategic goal was not to kill as many enemies as they needed, nor to break through a certain section of the wall, not to break through a certain section of the wall, a certain building, but to use these stone bullets as materials to build that staircase.

Extremely brutal, but I have to say that such a method is extremely effective, and at a speed that can be seen by the eye, a ladder is being formed.

"Hurry, hurry, stop them, don't give them a chance to board!"

The Scandinavians shouted from the walls, they had recognized the enemy's conspiracy, knew what the enemy was planning.

The javelins and axes rained like a torrential rain, no, more densely than the rain, falling like a waterfall, and a jackal was cut off by the axe and nailed to the ground, but at the last moment before they died, they had to get as close to the staircase as possible, and let their corpses become part of the staircase as much as possible.

This time, the main force is the elven archers standing on the arrow tower, because of the angle, they can easily attack the gnolls below, they dare not use magic arrows because they are afraid of damaging the city wall, but they are ordinary wooden arrows, as far as the eye can see, they can kill a gnolls with one arrow.

Patches of gnolls were killed, but more gnolls rushed up, forming a human wall, forming a human ladder, clutching the smooth wall with both hands, and climbing upwards.

They had forgotten about the strategic mission at this time, had forgotten what they were going to do, and in their minds, there was only one thought left now, to climb up and kill these enemies who were attacking them.

This is not from the influence of [Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy], nor does it have anything to do with the nature of the gnolls, they are just fed up with the grievances of being pressed and beaten in the past few days, they need the blood and death of the enemy, and they need a victory to dispel the haze that has hung over their heads during this time.

The gnoll's barely obscured clothes, which were not armor at all, could not stop the attack of the Scandinavian army, and those who were killed by the elves were a little better, and those who were cut by the axe could not even save the intact corpse.

The dead, badly wounded, immobile gnolls were torn down again and again by the gnolls in the back, and their bones were trampled to pieces, and their flesh was trampled into flesh and sticked to their shoes, clothes, and hair.

In this way, the gnolls formed a human wall, a human ladder, climbing upwards one after another, and the screams of the gnolls were endless, and from time to time the gnolls fell from the top and fell to their deaths below.

"Hogg, you should know, the Scandinavians have a lot of fish oil in their hands. ”

Famine suppressed his anger and turned to look at the gnoll leader beside him.

In the last war in Upland, it has already been proven that this backward method of siege is simply not advisable, and the other side can easily solve it with grease and a fire.

"Yes, I understand, but ...... Lord Famine, please read on and see the gift you have for you, for the Attila Empire. ”

The gnolls bowed their heads and saluted, not losing their cool at the wrath of the famine.

"Very good, Gnoll, then let me see the blood of the Gnoll! We haven't forgotten what happened in Upland before, if your next performance can satisfy us, the Empire will definitely not treat the meritorious man badly. ”

Hogg the Gnoll was not happy at the promise of famine, he lowered his head as much as he could, so that the other party could not see the expression on his face, and even if he had always been loyal to Attila, he was no longer as blind as before.

"Come, kindle, kindle the flame that burns everything. ”

Looking at the war in the distance, Hogg muttered in a low voice.

"Prepare fish oil, burn them to death, and don't give them up. ”

The Scandinavians on the city walls said this, but they were quickly stopped by the herald, who instructed him that fish oil and animal fat should never be used to light fires without his orders in this war.

"Aren't you fooled? If we're not fooled, we're going to climb the walls. ”

Hogg the Gnoll left the Chinese army, and under the escort of a group of gnolls, came to the rear of the battlefield, he looked up at the Scandinavians who took out the fish oil and put it back, and said.

Outside the walls of the city walls now, the mountains were full of gnolls, and because of the angle, the attacks of the treants and giants could no longer reach them, and the ballistas and catapults were useless.

At that moment, an explosion rang out, and at the point where the gnolls were closest to the city walls, fireballs and heat engulfed everything around them, and the gnolls, who could not dodge, were reduced to ashes in the flames.

It was an elven blast arrow, and by this time they didn't care if their attack would damage the wall, and if they let this staircase form, it didn't matter if the wall didn't exist.

The Scandinavian on the city wall poured the hot water downward, and the pain caused by the boiling hot water made the gnolls dare not continue to climb up for a while.

The flames, the hot water, and the snow on the ground intersected, and the boiling steam filled the entire city wall, and countless gnolls struggled in such a cruel environment.

Can it be stopped? Can it be stopped?

Now that the gnolls have launched a complete general attack, the Scandinavians' efforts cannot stop the incredible number of gnolls, even if an explosive arrow kills ten gnolls, there will be eleven gnolls behind to fill the gap in front.

Some of the gnolls were already covered with arrows, scalded beyond recognition by the hot water, and their bodies were unconscious from the heat of the surrounding steam, but they continued to climb, as if the only thought left in their minds was to climb the wall.

More gnolls emerged from the blizzard, and they climbed upwards with gravel, gravel, dead and undead compatriots, with no end in sight.

The gnolls, this is known as the three pests of the North, the main reason why they are able to stand alongside centaurs and orcs despite their individual strength is that they are endless, and the locust crossing is a nightmare for all the enemies who stand in front of them.

The gnolls weren't just climbing upwards, some of them were starting to grab their weapons, iron javelins they had cleaned from the battlefield, and they were thrust against the wall.

Their efforts did not leave a single mark on the city walls, but they did not give up, and they slammed hard against the attack on their heads.

"Climb aboard, board up, board up!"

Suddenly, on the battlefield ahead, the gnolls cheered, one of the gnolls was raised high by his companions, he climbed to the top of the city wall, he had already seen the heavily armed enemy behind him, and then the next second, his head was cut off, and the bright red and warm blood rose into the sky like a fountain.

The death of the gnolls did not dampen the enthusiasm of the other gnolls, they cheered loudly and climbed harder, and even the gnolls below who were trying to pry the city wall gave up their movements and joined the climbing procession.

"Hold on, hold on, don't climb up for them!"

A Scandinavian commander on the front line was screaming loudly, his head was covered in blood, the axe in his hand had been dyed bright red, and the otherwise smooth axe was now covered with cobweb-like cracks.

The Gnolls' attacks were beyond their imagination, and they looked a little overwhelmed without the caster participating in the spellcaster's application of auxiliary magic.

"Can't you use fish oil yet? Damn, we can't handle it!"

The commander touched the blood on his face, lifted the herald up, and roared loudly.

"If you can't bear it, you have to resist it, now the temperature is so low, burning it at high temperature will make the city wall crack!"

The herald roared back, he was also very annoyed by the situation at this time, but he had not lost his mind, and he had not forgotten the task given to him by Gorm.

The crazy play of the jackals has beaten the Scandinavians to the ground, and if it weren't for the elves on the arrow tower, supporting them, maybe the Scandinavians would have been directly washed down the wall by the tide composed of jackals.

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