Although the dryads were no match for these frost giants, and the icy fog made it difficult for the elves to deal with, as long as the elves began to get used to the attacks of these frost giants, the balance of victory and defeat still continued to tilt in their favor.

For no other reason than that this is the territory of the elves, their home turf, and the will of the forest is resisting the forces of Siegel that have harmed it.

Where no one noticed, a dense mass of insects marched in a neat line, and under the cover of dead branches and leaves below, they entered the battlefield and began to gnaw on the wood and vines that built the walls of Siegel.

Whether it is wood or specially cultivated vines, it has no meaning under the gnawing of countless insects, just as a flame will be extinguished when it encounters the same amount of water, and these natural enemies of the walls that can withstand the stone projectiles of the dryad are the inconspicuous insects of the forest.

The thick dead branches and fallen leaves not only hide the shape and breath of the insects, but also become a protective umbrella for the insects to be protected from the dense fog of the frost giants, allowing them to successfully change the trend of the entire battlefield with a small force.

Siegel didn't notice this, and his druids didn't have the time or energy to spot them because they were too busy controlling vines, restraining dryads, and supporting the frost giants, and the other shamans and centaurs were even less likely to notice it.

Now, Siegel stood on the wall, his clothes whistling in the cold wind, and a slight smile appeared on his grim face, and it seemed to him that the situation on the battlefield was over by the time he played his cards, even though his berserkers had not yet entered the battlefield.

No, no, the situation has reached such a point, there is no need to let the berserkers continue to stay here, taking advantage of the high morale now, it is the best choice to let the berserkers participate in the attack in one go, and completely defeat the elves.

The changes on the battlefield are ever-changing, and Siegel does not intend to rigidly follow the plan he made before, the opportunity for victory is fleeting in front of him, how can he just let it slip out of his hands in vain.

"Rush ...... What?!"

Drawing his sword from his waist and raising it high above his head, Siegel was about to give the order to charge, but halfway through the words of the charge, the sound of the wall under his feet was overwhelming.

Dirt and leaves were flying in the sky, and the soldiers standing on the city wall shouted in panic, the vines that held the wall in place were broken one by one, the trees that had lost their restraints were falling, and the stone slabs that had lost their fixation also began to crumble.

Except for the frost giants who were fighting on the front line, both the spellcasters and the berserkers were stunned by the sudden convulsion, and after half a ring, they came back to their senses, panicked, and rushed to the place where the city wall collapsed, looking for Siegel, who was still standing on the city wall to command.

The shamans and the berserkers, who were located at a certain distance from the city walls, and the walls did not collapse into them, could not affect them, and with their efforts, Siegel was quickly dug out from under a stone slab.

Although there were no injuries on his body, the tattered clothes and the appearance of his gray face made Siegel lose face in front of his men, which was not the worst thing.

What's worse is that because of the collapse of the city wall, the elven elders got out of the endless struggle and began to join the siege of the frost giants, and the addition of three legends made the situation of the frost giants suddenly become serious, and in just a few minutes, one of the frost giants completely lost his combat effectiveness.

"Don't be in a daze here, keep up with the attack just now, hurry up. ”

Hurriedly taking the towel from the guard's hand and wiping his dusty face, Siegel glanced at the situation on the battlefield, turned back and quickly said to his shaman and druid.

The bed crossbow placed on the city wall has been destroyed in the collapse of the city wall just now, and even the warriors on it have been buried in the thick rubble, only a few lucky ones have escaped, and now they are digging the ruins with the weapons in their hands, in order to save more companions, the leaders of the warriors are also buried in the ruins, and now they are spontaneously carrying out their actions without direct command.

Seeing this, Siegel gave a few orders to the guard beside him who had just handed him the towel, telling him to sort out the soldiers who had become chaotic, so that they would abandon their current useless behavior and prepare for a general attack on the enemy.

The guard soon walked in front of the warriors, and he shouted at the warriors who were digging, and in a stern voice told them to abandon their current behavior, and told them to regain their weapons, put on their armor, and line up.

Although the soldiers were a little resistant to such an order, they still obeyed the orders of the guards, they were all Goths, they were all soldiers who had been trained for a long time, and they had the combat experience of the command, and they knew that what they should do at this time was not to dig out the people buried underneath, but to prepare for battle.

They knew that if they annihilated the elves as quickly as possible, they would be able to have a safe environment and dig out the people below, otherwise they would be able to take advantage of the elves, they would be on the battlefield, and the people below would also die.

They don't know that no matter whether they win or lose, the people buried in the ruins of the city walls cannot be saved, because the people buried below are not only pinned, unable to breathe, etc., but also insects are eating them.

On the other hand, the soldiers who were unable to move because they were suppressed were being subjected to unimaginable horrors by humans, but the bugs were also temporarily delayed because of their food, and they could not further participate in this battlefield.

Not to mention the bugs that are feasting below, the shamans and druids who have newly entered the battlefield have once again restrained the energy of the two elven pharaohs, leaving only one elven elder, and the frost giants can barely resist.

At the same time, Siegel began to lead the berserkers in their final preparations, and under his orders, the berserkers formed a loose line and placed shields made of wood in their hands.

Although Siegel still did not find the cause of the collapse of the city wall just now, the idea of victory in his heart was indeed gone, and it was precisely because of this that he dismissed the idea of directly letting the berserker's troops charge, and instead adopted a more conservative idea.

The shield made of wood was used to deal with the arrows of the elven sentinels of the opposing side, these things that Siegel got from his hapless brother, and what he thought could only be used as fuel for a campfire, but he didn't expect it to be useful when facing the elves.

These shields were originally made for archers, and when held above their heads, the berserkers were able to cover their entire body, and although they were made of wood, they were made of fur and grease to make it difficult for elven arrows to damage them.

These have been tested by time and battle, and the archers of Barusenger have no better way to deal with these shield-armed Goths than to have the druids break them with magic.

As Siegel had expected, when he began to join the battlefield with his berserker troops, they were greeted by a rain of elven arrows, and they gave up fighting the centaurs in favor of these terrifying berserkers.

One of the remaining elven elders also gave up on helping the dryads deal with the frost giants, and he began calling out to his fellow animals in the forest, asking them to join the battlefield to help them deal with the invaders.

The elven elders knew the horror of berserkers in their communication with Barusenger, even if they had not seen the terrifying effects of berserkers on the battlefield, and even if they had only heard of rumors that these berserkers were called the number one class in Scandinavia.

The elven rain of arrows could not hurt the berserkers who were constantly holding shields, and when they approached the battlefield, they had to give up their plans to shoot arrows, because there was a high chance that they would accidentally injure their fellow citizens who were also fighting on the battlefield.

The elven sword dancers began to move forward from the back of the elven ranks, they had endured a long time in this line of battle, and now it was time for them to take the action.

Their opponents are berserkers, and they will only be berserkers, because the huge size of the frost giants is not suitable for their play, and the sword dancers have heard of the prestige of berserkers, but they do not think that their well-honed skills will be lost to each other on the battlefield.

The magic runes engraved on their bodies made their movements more agile, and the weapons in their hands were also enchanted, and the hard stones of the forest could not resist their edge.

"Flying axes... Get ready... Two hundred meters away. ”

One hand continued to hold the shield on his head, and the pace of progress did not stop, and the other hand untied from his waist the axe, which was slightly larger than the palm of his hand, these murder weapons made of metal, possessed terrifying power.

“3”

“2”

“1”

Despite Siegel's countdown, the berserkers unanimously removed their shields, exposing themselves to the air, and with their forward movements, they hurled their axes at the Elven Sword Dancer's ranks.

In the same way that the Sword Dancers saw them as rivals, Siegel put them in the first sequence of his attacks, and in his vision, as long as the Sword Dancers were defeated, there was no way to make waves without the protective spellcasters and archers.

No matter how powerful their magical destructive power was, no matter how accurate the elven sentinels' bows and arrows were, they had only one way to die when they were close to the Berserker.

When have the elves seen such a rough weapon as the throwing axe, and when have they seen such a rough fighting style of the berserker, they still think that these berserkers from the Goths are the same as the elven sword dancers, they can only engage in hand-to-hand combat, and do not have any long-range attack ability.

Caught off guard, the elven sword dancers fell in pieces, and the flying axes with great power easily split their thin bodies in half, and the blood was like cheap dye, spilling all over the ground, and the runes on their bodies had no effect at all in the face of such a violent attack.

The smell of blood filled the air, the worst damage the elves had suffered since the war began, with at least hundreds of elves dead under the attack, and the effects were even worse.

The death of their companions drove some of the elves into a frenzy, shouting slogans that they didn't even know what they knew, and they rushed out of the ranks and quickly headed for the berserkers.

Many more elves, stunned by such a cruel sight, stood in place at a loss, not knowing whether to attack the enemy and raise their sword of vengeance, or whether they should turn away from this terrible hell.

There weren't many elves who charged, and in a matter of seconds they were in front of the berserker, their bloodshot eyes staring at their companion's killer, their clenched swords slicing through the air in beautiful arcs toward the enemy's neck.

In the perennial hunting operations in the forest, they are accustomed to such actions, whether it is a brown bear or a black bear, whether it is an ordinary wolf or a winter wolf, in the face of such an attack, they are often killed by a blow before they have time to react.

Unfortunately, these have never fought against someone who is also armed and wise, and they will not know that their current opponent is not a pure beast, so their attack will inevitably fail.

A wave of throwing axes at close range made these elves be cut into pieces of minced flesh, magic, skin, bones, in the face of such a wild attack, the leaves that were not fragile were going to be hard.

Kill, slaughter, slaughter

No matter which of the above words is used to describe a brief firefight, it is very appropriate

The death of their companions made the flames of anger burn in the hearts of every elf, and at the same time, the fear of death could not avoid spreading rapidly, the elves did not realize that they had not really entered the most brutal stage of white-knuckle combat, and their sword dancers had lost the belief in victory.

"Kill them! Leave none behind! For the glory of the Goths, for the sake of King Siegel!"

The berserkers didn't let the elves stop their attacks, and when they reached the right distance, they threw away their shields and charged at the elven sword dancers who didn't seem to have recovered from the attack.

Fifty meters

Thirty meters

Twenty meters

Under the light of the fire, the flying axes in the sky flickered like meteors in the sky, flashing with fluorescence

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