"Hurry up, throw these down, and don't give them up. ”

Standing on the wall, Wiglaf shouted orders to the Yeats around them to attack the enemy near the wall with the stones that had been prepared in advance and placed at their feet.

Each stone under his feet was made into a spherical shape the size of a head, and if it fell from the city wall to the ground, the heavy weight would throw a small hole in the ground, and if it fell on a person's body, the lightest would be a fracture or internal injury.

Holding an iron shield in one hand and a stone in the other, the Jeats came to the edge of the city wall and pushed the stone men down with all their might, so that they could not worry about being attacked by arrows.

The arrows of the centaurs are plated with a layer of iron on the outside, which strengthens the piercing ability, and the method of using projectiles to attack, ordinary leather armor and shields, but there is no way to defend well, but if you encounter the iron tower shield used by the Yeats now, it can only be in vain.

At noon, the dull sound of smashing bones and smashing internal organs kept coming, and the Goths on the city walls did not have a good defense method in the face of such an attack, and the shields they used to defend themselves had been thrown into the moat and made into pontoon bridges.

The throwing axes in their hands, because of the angle, could not attack the enemy standing on the city wall, and they wanted to climb the city wall with both hands, but they had no choice but to find that the surface of the city wall had been magically applied, and it became very smooth, and it was impossible to climb.

Fortunately, at this time, the howl of retreat had already sounded, and Siegel, who was in the middle army, saw that things could not be done, and decisively let these troops retreat, and they did not look back and returned the same way, and the corpses of their companions were thrown everywhere, lest if they slowed down a little, they would become corpses on the ground.

The first round lasted about an hour, and the final result ended in the defeat of the Goths, who left behind about 300 corpses and dozens of seriously wounded who did not die on the spot, wailing weakly on the battlefield.

Siegel had the druids heal the retreating warriors, and the centaurs also used arrows to kill the seriously wounded who were still wailing on the battlefield, as their wailing would affect the morale of the army.

The Goths watched this scene in silence, no one questioned their king, no one stopped the centaurs, they were used to such a cruel environment, they could either show their worth and gain Siegel's approval and reward, or they would die, and there was no other way for them to choose.

The [Meteorite Technique] prepared by the shamans had reached its final stage, and a rich magical glow appeared on their surface, and from a distance it looked like a human-shaped torch.

【Meteor Shower】

Four stones with a diameter of about one meter fell from the sky, dragging a long tail flame and with a terrifying majesty, towards the place where the shaman was, and fell.

Wiglaf was no Beowulf, and he knew that the factors that affect victory in war were very complex, and personal bravery was only one aspect of it, so when he found that the Goths were so weak, he guessed that they were preparing a terrible magic.

When the brilliance of magic appeared in his eyeballs, he immediately ordered his shaman to start preparing magic, he preferred to preemptively attack the Gothic army than the first-come, first-served [Legendary Countermeasures], at least now that the opponent's spellcaster troops have revealed their location, it is a perfect opportunity to kill the opponent.

The Gothic shamans, who were preoccupied with preparing the magic, had no way to deal with this magic, and even if they stopped preparing for the [Meteorite] at this time and turned to using defensive magic, it would be too late in a short time.

Siegel was about a hundred meters away from the place where the four meteors fell, but with his strength, there was no way to resist the spell of [Meteor Fire Shower].

Seeing the meteor getting closer and closer, the scorching air burning the skin on the surface of the body, the shamans stopped the magic and took out the means to press the bottom of the box, they knew that it was too late to defend at this time, but if they attacked, it was a different matter.

As a member of the ruling class, shamans used one percent of the population to control ninety percent of the wealth of the entire Goth, whether it was treasures or magic scrolls, it was not a rare thing for them.

Four miserable green rays shot out from their hands, successfully hitting the meteor in mid-air, and then four translucent giant palms appeared below the meteor, easily crushing the four meteors from top to bottom, turning into bits of dust and dissipating into the air.

The combination of [Dissociation] + [Smashing Palm] alone is enough to buy food and clothing for a city to survive the winter with just the scrolls consumed by using these two magics, but judging from the unfluctuating faces of these shamans, these consumed magic scrolls are not worth mentioning in their eyes at all.

Blocking the attack of [Meteor Rain], the gothic shamans began to prepare for a counterattack, as a noble spellcaster, the attack just now has made them feel the threat of death, so the next attack needs to be really serious, they don't want to be ready for the next time to prepare magic, but also to guard against the attack of the enemy shaman at any time.

"Blow those up for me, that thing is too much of an eyesore. ”

Siegel, who had come to the shaman's army, stopped their retaliatory attack, and he pointed to the Gothic corpse at the foot of the city wall in the distance, and said loudly.

"[Corpse Explosion Technique]?"

The leader of the shaman asked cautiously, he was worried that Siegel would come to them because of the failure of the [Meteorite Technique] release just now, and he was afraid that the value of himself and others would decline in the eyes of Siegel, which was not only about his own status, but also related to a series of interests.

"I don't care what you use, I don't want to see that moat in the way before tonight, my warriors can die at the hands of the Jeats, but they must not die so badly that they will be eaten by a school of miscellaneous fish. ”

Siegel didn't mention the walls that had already been fortified, not even catapults could damage them, and he didn't think his shamans could destroy them with a single blow.

So he set his sights on the moat that got in the way, he didn't want his berserkers to become one of the bones in the moat because of the ridiculously weak race like the piranha.

"I see. ”

The shaman leader nodded earnestly, Siegel's request was not a difficult thing in his opinion, it was just an ordinary moat, and they shamans had a way to solve it.

A dull explosion sounded from the bottom of the water, and the surrounding ground began to shake slightly, and the corpse that had been eaten by the piranha before became the best release material for the [Corpse Explosion Technique].

"Boom"

The exploding column of water appeared on the surface of the river, and countless piranhas rushed into the sky and fell to the surrounding ground, leaving the water without a little combat power and aggression.

The sound of explosions kept ringing, and Wiglaf had no good solution to the Goths' movements, so he could only stand at the head of the wall and watch the moat be blown up and filled by one explosion after another.

At the same time, the druid's treatment was also coming to an end, and the Goths put on their weapons again, and the Goths in armor once again launched an attack on Upland, learning the lessons of the previous attack, and they worked in groups of four, carrying ladders specially designed for siege of the city.

One foot trampled the piranha lying on the ground and breathed hard, holding a ladder in one hand and a shield above his head in the other, the shield reinforced with axes but unable to harm the warriors below.

Due to the filling of the moat, the land near the city wall became a swamp, which made the Goths move very slowly, and what made them feel even more uncomfortable was that it was the [fossils] that fell from the city wall, which made the swamp more sticky.

Compared to the last time, the Goths who came to the bottom of the city wall for the second time, without paying many casualties, erected the ladder, plunged deep into the swampy mire at their feet, and then climbed upwards in the face of the Jeats' attacks.

Wiglaf stopped his warriors from destroying the ladders, which he didn't have to do now, but instead he thought they were more conducive to attacking below.

The spherical stone ball fell down the ladder, although it did not smash and shatter the reinforced shield, but the body of the Goths behind the shield could not withstand the huge force that came, and the huge force easily broke their hands, and at the same time, the unsupported body fell straight down the ladder and fell into the soft swamp, splashing the surrounding companions with mud.

These goths who fell into the swamp often did not have a second chance to stand up, lost control of a part of their body, and in an environment like the swamp, they could not get up at all, and could only watch themselves being swallowed up by the swamp, watching the stinky muddy water pour into their bodies through their noses and ears.

【Patience of the Bears】

The Druids' belated support relieved the attacking Goths, and the power that came from afar within them allowed them to climb up against the Yeats' attacks.

【Brute Force of Herd Cows】

The arm holding the shield suddenly thickened, and the attack that could have broken the bones of the hand and smashed them down the ladder did not cause them any damage this time.

Seeing that the Goths were getting closer and closer to the walls with the support of the druids, Wiglav had to abandon his previous plan to use the ladder to kill a large number of enemies, and instead put the center of the attack on the top of the ladder.

The ladder made of ordinary wood was not much different from the papier-mâché in front of the sharp equipment of the Yeats, but the ladder was cut in half with a slight force, and the Goths who were climbing up could only fall from mid-air with helplessness and unwillingness.

The second attack of the Goths failed again, and when the final inventory was carried out, the calculated losses made Siegel's face blacken, and in addition to the destruction of all the ladders he brought, the losses of the warriors were even greater than the first.

The sticky swamp made most of the injured die in it, there was no screaming or wailing, and the chaotic environment made it impossible for these people to ask for help.

Wiglaf did not let the army pursue the defeated army, not to mention that the gates of Upland had been completely closed and could not be opened by ordinary methods, plus he had not been carried away by the previous battle, and knew that there was still a certain gap between his strength and the Gothic army.

Especially on the caster's side, if it weren't for the fact that the materials made by the opponent's ladder were too ordinary to resist sharp iron weapons, otherwise when the blessed Goths rushed up and fought a fierce white-knuckle battle, the Yeats would not have the upper hand.

At the same time, Wiglaf also discovered that Siegel, the Gothic king, was not very capable of commanding battles, neither being able to ride a thousand like Beowulf, nor acting as a battery like Alice, nor being able to turn the tide of the entire battlefield with Sigourney alone.

Maybe his excellence is all about intrigue and trajectory, after all, he is a person who believes in that god

Wiglaf thought as he walked down from the city wall, the time had reached dusk, ordinary humans did not have [dim vision] and [dark vision], in the environment like night, there was no way to attack normally, especially for the attackers, the swamp near the city wall caused them a lot of trouble during the day, and the night would only get worse.

Of course, it's not impossible to use magic to illuminate the environment, but if you do, it will undoubtedly make it impossible for some spellcasters to join the battle, whether it's the Goths or the Yaats, who won't do such a thankless task.

But even by common sense, Siegel shouldn't have attacked on a night like this, but in such a life-and-death battle, Wiglaf would not put his hopes of victory on the stupidity of the other side.

He arranged a night watch force of about 300 people, and asked the few druids in the army to cast [Dark Vision] magic, keeping an eye on the direction of Siegel's army, among which there are also spellcasters, as long as the other party has any changes, the Jeats will stand at the head of the wall in the shortest possible time to defend.

As a result, the night was very ordinary, and both sides enjoyed a rare period of peace, because both sides knew that today was only the first day of the battle, and whether it was Jeat or Goth, they were only tempting, and did not come up with the means to really press the bottom of the box.

As the first rays of the sun shone on the walls, the sound of trumpets began to appear in the Gothic barracks, where the cooks were preparing the food for cooking, and they had to make it delicious and satisfy the warriors below who were ready to fight.