This is the Attila Army

I don't know why, seeing the Attila army attacking so frantically, Siegmund and the others had such a thought in their minds.

But even if they were the Attira army, we had no reason to be afraid

In the next second, new thoughts echoed in his mind, and the Scandinavians began to clench their weapons, and the long-range attack was already difficult to suppress the jackal's charge due to the fatigue of the body and the lack of time to replenish the ammunition.

The wooden ladders that had stopped moving were activated again, and this time they were not surrounded by the gnolls divided into parts, but by an entire army of gnolls that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Of course, in addition to the wooden ladder advancing, the gnolls also rushed to the bottom of the city walls, either with the slings they carried with them, and threw them at the enemies above the walls, or took the method of building ladders, one by one, climbing upwards.

The Scandinavians fought back, and trays of boiling hot water were taken off the stove and poured on the gnolls below.

The hot water stained the fur on his body, ignoring the simple defense of the outer wear, and directly acted on the skin, the crazy pain was transmitted to his mind through the nerves, and a jackal who surrendered to the severe pain stopped the movement of his hand and rolled wildly on the ground, blocking the advance and movement of his companions behind.

In the midst of such a blizzard winter, snow is never lacking, and with a little magic and a little time, it can turn this snow into hot water.

Magic is such a light thing, as long as there are materials and strength, it can turn all kinds of impossibilities into possibilities, all kinds of unreasonable into reasonable, and make difficulties simple, and even if the power is strong enough, it is not impossible to make something out of nothing and directly change the rules of the plane.

In the face of their companions rolling on the ground, the gnolls were very rough, or in the habit of the Attila army, their practices were always so rough, and they stepped directly on the bodies of their companions.

Whether or not they would injure their comrades and kill them was not within their consideration, and in the course of war, as long as the final victory could be achieved, a small sacrifice was always tolerated.

Besides, the number of gnolls is so large, and their reproductive ability is so strong, as long as they can gain access to the fertile land of Uppland, then these losses are temporary, and they are necessary for the entire race.

The siege continued, and the Scandinavians had no experience of paying attention to the approaching wooden ladders, and they were withstanding distant attacks, throwing their hands hard to suppress the gnolls' movements.

The rapid attack of the gnolls actually disrupted the Scandinavian defenses, because they had abandoned all running on all fours, and the Scandinavians had not yet had time to use their bed crossbows, catapults, and ballistas.

Especially the bed crossbow, in the case of a small angle of inclination, the use of each crossbow arrow can only cause single-digit casualties of the jackals, if used on other races, especially used against dragons, flying dragon thunderbirds and other large creatures that can fly, it will definitely be able to achieve more brilliant results.

However, the problem arises, and Siegmund is eager to prevent his army from using crossbow arrows in battle, hoping to use valuable ammunition against a stronger and more dangerous enemy.

However, if the use of these crossbow arrows was stopped, it would not be long before these gnolls would be able to climb the wall and engage in white-knuckle combat according to the siege tactics of these gnolls regardless of casualties.

If he could, Siegmund didn't want this kind of fierce and brutal white-knuckle battle to happen on the first day of the siege, and no matter how the final white-knuckle battle was won or lost, it would be a blow to the Scandinavians.

If you win, the fatigue caused by the white-knuckle battle will accumulate in the next battle, which will affect the performance of the next battle, and will tilt the balance of victory further in favor of the opponent.

If it fails, the enemy will occupy the city walls, and at that time the siege of the whole of Uppland will enter the final stage, the stage of street fighting...... At that time, the Attilas, who had gained air supremacy, the Attila who had the superiority in numbers, the Attila who had a few knights and the Atira, it was almost impossible for them to lose in such a situation, well, if the gods had not intervened, it would not be much different from the fate that had already been determined.

The gnolls are deliberately sending them to their deaths, using their own corpses as materials to forge a path to the city walls

Soon, Siegmund saw through the other party's opinion from the jackal's movements, and came to such a chilling conclusion...... When facing a group of enemies who even threw away their own lives and fought for only one goal, many times the competition is not about the strength between the two sides, but about the kind of inexplicable willpower.

Obviously, in this battle, for the development of the race, the gnolls won the battle in this regard, although the blood in their bodies flowed because of the environment of the battlefield, but the belief in their brains was extremely clear, and it could even be said that it had never been so clear in their lives.

Climb the wall, or let your companions climb the wall

Kill the hateful humans, get the promise of famine, and let your people have a land where they can thrive in the true sense of the word, and form a kingdom that unites all the gnolls.

The gnolls who are not fighting on the front line, the gnolls who are still running towards the front line on the way, and the gnolls who are already injured and unable to fight, all have similar thoughts in their minds.

"Don't stop, don't stop, keep going, they can't rush up. ”

The Scandinavian veterans comforted their companions in such a loud voice, all of them veterans who had survived the previous war and had successfully fought against the Atila army.

It's not the first time they've seen such a picture, or they've been in their sleep, recalling it over and over again, full of blood, corpses everywhere, and the enemy is not afraid of death stepping on the corpses to charge.

At this time, these veterans, whether they had been Goths, Yaats, Barusenges, or other races, remembered in their minds the figure of Beowulf, who held a sword of different shapes in each hand, the crimson sword that radiated an ominous light, standing at the front of all of them, facing the enemy's charge.

At this time, perhaps the strength of their commanders was no less than that of Beowulf, and perhaps they had changed from Goths, from Yeats, from Barusenges to Scandinavians, but there were still traces of the old in their spirits, traces that could not be erased.

At this time, a hero is needed, and it is at such a time that a hero needs to appear, no matter what his identity is, whether he is a legend or a mortal, whether he is the highest commander or the most ordinary soldier underground.

As long as there is one person who can use his own strength and charm to unite the morale of the entire army and fight against the disparity in strength of Attila like Beowulf did at the beginning, this battle can continue.

Whether it's a recruit who is now starting to get panicked, or a veteran who suppresses his fears, comforts those around him, and finds ways to boost morale, they are all the same, they need a banner figure to be a hero.

The first wooden ladder pushed by the gnoll people had already approached the city wall, and the gnolls who were pushing carts underneath had unconsciously crawled all over their sweaty faces and smiles.

It only needs to be a little longer, a little closer, it doesn't need to be close to the city wall, it doesn't matter if there is a distance of three or five meters, that distance is enough for the jackal to jump directly from the wooden ladder to the city wall.

No, if that's the case, maybe it's still the Gnoll's dream, using the bouncing of one's body as a cannonball to carry out the first wave of attacks, to open the way for the companions behind and occupy a foothold on the city walls, which is in some ways a good way to do it.

【Fireball Technique】

【Fireball Technique】

【Fireball Technique】

The casters in the city were already casting spells as best they could, and it had been a few hours since the battle began, and they hadn't had a minute of rest, nor had they been replenished with any water or nutrients.

At the feet of each caster was filled with empty bottles of magic potions, which could replenish the mana and physical strength in the body, and along with the side effects that were hard to ignore.

However, what about the side effects, what about the magic research that affects future growth, and what about the potions that are usually reluctant to drink the precious ones that are usually hidden in places that only you know.

If you don't fight hard, if you don't resist, if you don't fight back, you'll die

If you don't kill the enemy, if you don't stop the enemy, if you don't solve the enemy, you'll die

The casters don't want to die, they still want to continue to live, even if in the future of their careers, they need to drag their weak bodies, they need to be unable to make an inch because of today's efforts, or they completely lose the ability to cast spells.

As long as you can live, it's enough...... This may also be because of education, the more people who know, the more they care, the more they care about life.

The heroes that Scandinavians were looking forward to appeared, and it was not the bloody warriors who fought on the front line, nor the Siegmund with the highest status and combat effectiveness in the entire city, but the group of mysterious spellcasters who were usually high up and mastered magic.

Among them, there are druids who were once members of the Barusinger, shamans from various tribes, sacrifices to the gods, and even descendants of the gods who have the blood of the gods.

Fireballs, like meteors piercing the sky, fell towards the most dense places of the gnolls, and the violent and cold wind could not stop the flames from burning, on the contrary, where the flames passed, the wind dissipated invisible, and the snow turned into white water vapor in the air.

The gnolls panicked for a while, and soon a calm expression appeared on their faces, and the gnolls, who had been the cannon fodder of the Atila army all year round, had become accustomed to such a situation.

In the past, they only chose to die for some illusory things, and even they didn't know what they were for, but now they know that today's death is for the reproduction of the race.

Fireballs, hot, hot, and painful to hit on the body.

Engulfed in fireballs, burned by flames, covered in red, the gnolls did not roll on the ground in a panic as before, but left their companions as far away as possible, as far away as possible from the dead corpses of their companions on the ground.

Even if they died, they didn't want to affect their comrades who were still attacking, even if they were burned to ashes by the heat, and they didn't want to destroy the stairs made of the corpses of their comrades.

Fireballs exploded among the gnolls, easing the pressure on the Scandinavians' defenses on the walls, and they suppressed the cheers and began to reorganize their defenses under the orders of the captains.

It was as if these few fireballs on the battlefield brought not only a little fire and warmth, but also dispelled the strange emotions in the hearts of Scandinavians, such as fear.

In their minds, a similar emotion appeared, no matter how many gnolls there were, it didn't matter if there was less ammunition in their hands, they still had the caster's troops, the remains of the wooden ladder that had turned into black charcoal were still standing in the distance, and the remains of the gnolls that had been burned to ashes by the high temperature were all over the place, as long as the caster's troops were still there, there would be no problem with the defense of Upland City.

"It's just a little bit, it's all in plan, there's no deviation. ”

Looking at the siblings who were already close to success. Famine didn't show any disappointment on his face, and of course, no one else could see the expression on his face through his helmet.

Previously, the Scandinavian spellcasters were able to use those fireballs, and the reason why those fireballs were not intercepted by the Attera army was not because of the efforts of the Scandinavians, nor because of the negligence of the Attera army.

The reason for this is that Famine wants to use the situation that has become dangerous to force the enemy's spellcaster troops to overload, and when they can no longer operate, the dragons in the army, who have been waiting impatiently, will have their turn.

Even if there are dense enchantments in the sky above Upland, it is impossible to completely clean them up in a short period of time, but as long as there is no hindrance from the caster, the dragons will leave these Scandinavians with absolutely unforgettable memories.

In this battle, Beowulf, the dragon-slayer hated by the dragon, was dead, the elusive Alice would not be on the battlefield, and even the hateful enemy spellcaster fell silent...... In such a situation, there is no one who can stop the dragon from wreaking havoc.