With the old man waving his hand vigorously, the earth was torn apart.

In the battle between the towers of the two sides, the earth, which was already full of rifts and pits, was suddenly torn and curled, forming countless ups and downs, and constructing a terrifying rift.

It was a rift that seemed to have penetrated the entire Guge Plain, and the burning sea of fire flowed down the rift valley like a flood, forming a dazzling red band.

The countless solid runes of Jolsek's foundation lit up and began to flicker, and the collapse of the earth stopped in front of the tall walls, but the moat was not unscathed.

Because a moat is a river, whether it is water or oil flowing in it, it is a liquid that will flow after all.

Because it is invisible, it is volatile.

"Hard work teacher. Damon saluted again.

The old man waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care, and several sergeants didn't know when to take the ornate chariot, and Damon opened the heavy veil for the old man and helped the old man to his chariot.

Matters in the rear have nothing to do with the front.

At this moment, the siege officially began.

It's worth mentioning that although the undead don't wear armor like the average sergeant, that doesn't mean they don't have tactics, as they have proven to be fairly simple but effective - with the Abomination of artillery and crossbow arrows as the vanguard, the Skeleton Archers hiding behind the Abomination as cover, and then the siege force attacking.

The rift in the earth was quickly filled in by the bag of sand carried by the Abomination, and the skeletal warrior who followed quickly climbed the towering ladder, and the brutal hand-to-hand combat began.

Due to the obstruction of the city walls, the siege battle can easily turn into a bloody and brutal grinding plate, and when the two sides do not achieve military crushing and enter a stalemate, the result is infinite sacrifice under the blows of weapons of mass destruction and intellectual demon masters.

Human ballistas rained down, I don't know how many undead were pinned to the ground, or had to look down on the earth from the air, I don't know how many extremely strong undead warriors fell from the ladder and died, even if there were only thirteen of the crystal towers left, they could not attack the undead on the city wall, but their target was the follow-up undead army, and I don't know how many undead soldiers evaporated.

The scene of the human race is even more embarrassing, the undead army has already surrounded this place, the elite air knights face the doomsday gargoyles of Visagi and fall like the cheapest consumables, Damon's thousands of ghosts have already severely damaged several legions, the scene of tearing the earth is even more terrifying, even if the city wall resists this tear, but what about next time? What about next time? What's more, the undead warriors who climb the city wall are all skilled people, and each undead warrior can take three or even four lives, and look around...... The spirits of the undead under the city seem endless.

Even if they don't use a ladder, just a pile of bones is enough for them to climb the city wall.

The standard knight's two-handed greatsword with the "sacred" attribute slashed at the white bone wielding the blade in front of him, and the strong shock made Vink's arm numb, it felt like slashing a hard stone, but fortunately, the stiffness of the skeleton's body could prove the effect of the attack, and at the same time, a long sword stabbed out from above Wenk's shoulder, piercing into the skull's eye socket, the golden holy light entangled with the silver-white flames, and then the skeleton turned into a white bone.

Wen Ke wiped a handful of liquid from his forehead, he didn't know if it was sweat or blood from his wounds, and the battle continued to this point, and he didn't even know where his wounds were on his body, only the forehead was particularly impressive.

His helmet had been split in half, and his head should have been split open - if it weren't for the heavy shield of little Finico, which smashed the skeleton to pieces in that moment, he would not have been able to sleep forever.

He nodded like a companion with a sword stabbed from behind, and the great sword swept out, slapping the bones of a newly climbed wall to the bottom of the city.

No matter how powerful the undead were, a fall from such a height would be enough to kill them.

In the next moment, however, a rather powerful bone sword pierced Finnico's heavy shield, stabbing through his chest, and then slicing through Vink's shoulder armor as it slashed down through his torso.

If it weren't for his timely reaction, I'm afraid his left arm would have been cut off like this.

Finnico's bloody mouth was extremely terrifying, and his soft and wet internal organs were squeezed out of that terrible bloody mouth, and he let out a terrifying gasp, and then with all his strength, he smashed the shield at the enemy!

Since it is a heavy shield, it is naturally very heavy, where can Finico, who is seriously injured and dying at this time, be able to throw?

The heavy shield landed not far away and smashed into the air, and Finico sat down slowly, gasping for pain as the lobes of his lungs and windpipe had been cut by the bone sword.

In his increasingly blurred vision, an unknown soldier is pierced by a bone sword, but desperately holds on to a powerful enemy and makes himself and the enemy go up in flames.

Then he saw Venk, who was still wielding his greatsword.

Then he bowed his head tiredly, but died without much regret.

Wielding his two-handed greatsword, Venk slashed down a not-so-powerful skeleton.

He stuck his sword in the ground, quickly released his right hand gripping the hilt of the sword, and then tightened it again, so as to relax his wrist, and out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he saw his companion.

"Although you still owe me four gold coins, but today you saved my two lives, so now even if I owe you one life. If I can survive today, I will find a good place to bury you. ”

And it was with such a distraction that Wen Ke felt a dangerous intuition, and he subconsciously deflected his body, and there was a rush of heat from his still intact shoulder—a sharp bone dagger hit him in the shoulder.

He quickly took advantage of the momentum and turned sideways, and the great sword slashed through the air in a beautiful semicircle, slamming into the skull of the skull that was besieged by the three but still launched a sneak attack on him.

The blade of the greatsword shone with a golden glow, and another warrior took advantage of the fact that the white bone skeleton lost control of his body for a moment, and he was killed.

Venk pulled out the bony dagger from his right shoulder, panting heavily.

His shoulder ached even more, and the weapon in his hand grew heavier with each second.

It was the second time he felt so heavy with the great sword in his hand - the first time was when he had just enlisted in the army and picked up the sword.

Perhaps he is about to lose control of his weapon.

Maybe...... It's hard to get off the wall.

He looked around him again, Finico's body was beyond recognition, and if he hadn't just made a slight note of the location, he would never have been able to tell whose body it was.

"We were born and raised together, joined the army together, and now we are dying together, which is not bad. ”

Thinking about it, he took out the emergency medicine distributed to each front-line soldier from his bosom, and poured half of the remaining medicine into his mouth, and half directly on his own wound.

This potion is not an expensive product, just the most ordinary and cheapest paralyzing potion, with the medicine into the throat, Wenke's throat and wound stabbed at the same time, but it is unimaginable that in an instant, most of the pain on Wenke's body will be dissipated.

It's not that the wound has really been healed, it's just analgesic and sedative as a paralyzing agent, and that's it.

Throwing away the medicine bottle, the veteran straightened up, did not look at the corpse beside him, and only threw down a headless sentence.

"The last bet you made was that you lost. ”

"I'm betting I'll kill three cubs this time, so just wait and see. ”

He did not complain about the cruelty of this war.

After all, they are guarding their homeland, so what is there to complain about?

Wen Ke is just an elite soldier, he is not one of those strategists who can strategize and win a decisive victory thousands of miles away, he is not a legendary general who can command thousands of armies and dare to fight, and he is not a powerful demon protector who can turn the tide of the world on his own, and the person who is really capable of swaying the situation in a sense is also working hard at the front line.

An extremely tall skeleton made a piercing sound, holding a half-leaf broadsword in both hands to cut out the area of death, it was a powerhouse that had been immortal shadow spirits, and in a group of ordinary soldiers who were not even demon protectors, they were like tigers entering the flock, and the broadsword drew a perfect semicircle in the air, making a thunderous sound!

The next moment, a giant sword like an iron plate slammed into it.

It's not chopping, it's not smashing, it's shooting.

Perhaps because the giant sword was too wide and too big, this swing caused a strong wind to hit the ground.

When the giant sword hits the big sword, it is like destroying the withering and decaying, the big water collapses the sand, and the blade breaks through the bamboo.

The blade of the broadsword begins to crumble first, then the blade, then the hilt.

The blade that was invincible and murderous before was easily broken like a dead branch at this moment.

However, the momentum of the giant sword was not exhausted, so it landed on the white bone.

The white jade-like skeleton smashed into the city wall not far away like the most ordinary stones, and the bones were scattered all over the ground.

The bones slowly gathered, and the skeleton was strong enough to stand up, but the next moment, cracks began to spread across its bones.

In the next moment, it shattered completely, turning into a crystal powder.

"Lord Commander!"

The sword wasn't a light burden on Dressine, but she remained expressionless and shouted, "What are you doing in a daze! Watch out for the rain of fire! The next wave of attacks is coming soon! Do what you have to do!"

"Wind Dancer!"

There was a soldier who let out a terrible scream, and Terrestin looked in the direction of the scream, and the wind dancer Canel fell like a meteorite - the air power of the coalition forces was at an absolute disadvantage, and the leading Canel had already been covered with bruises, and the internal injuries had no time to heal, and it was not easy for the ace air force facing the undead to hold on to it until now.

Theresteen couldn't fly, but her body was extremely strong, so she bent her knees slightly and jumped up as if she were taking off.

Falling into the city, the smoke and dust are abundant, and it is vaguely seen that Trestin is holding Canel in her arms, if not, even if Canel is already transcendent, falling from such a high sky may be killed, and the turquoise breeze at Trestine's feet mitigates the terrifying impact power, if not, I am afraid that she will also be shocked and hurt very hard.

Canel's face was very pale, but he still tried to squeeze out a smile, "I'll leave the rest to you." ”

A priest took Canel and sent him to the rear for healing, and Trestin was silent, turned around and began to run towards the city wall.

Passing by, there was a lot of bones.

The coalition soldiers were full of murderous energy, their faces were engraved with determination, although the skeleton soldiers in front of them were far superior in number and strength, but they did not waver in the slightest, and the skeletons of a legion climbed the city wall, and in the blink of an eye, they slept peacefully.

No one complained, no one wavered.

After all, now, even those high-ranking demon masters regard their lives as grass mustard, so what do they have to complain about?