As the sun set, the Undead Legion finally arrived at Choxel and set up camp, large siege engines were dispatched back and forth across the plains, and a large number of ghouls dragged heavy trebuchets to the various vantage points that the Legion had temporarily built, and the necromancers were adjusting the angle of fire.

The sun was falling towards the end of the plain, the bright sky was fading, and the small buildings and the siege engines they placed were gilded with a golden glow by the sun's afterglow.

The winds of the plains were strong and powerful, and the dry bones of the undead legion danced wildly in the wind, intermingling with the broken clouds, creating a magnificent and desolate picture.

The undead are in no hurry, they are quietly waiting for the night to come.

Humans' ability to fight at night is rubbish, without sunlight and light, their eyesight is almost the same as that of blind people, while the undead have night vision, and the perception of the soul makes their "vision" far beyond the limits of mortals, leaving aside the problem of habits in life, for them, light is meaningless.

When one side has a good view of the day, but the other side can only see a few meters in front of them, any tactical and strategic fraud is meaningless.

For a warrior on the front line, if he can't even see the opponent's sword or the arrows in the sky, the battle is tantamount to killing himself.

Theresin knew what her opponents were arranging and although she didn't know the power of those massive siege engines, she definitely didn't want to try it.

She looked at the huge towers and worried.

Although she knew that no matter how powerful they were, the body of those weapons of mass destruction was fragile, she could not send her troops out of the city to carry out surprise attacks and destruction—these things were fearful, but the undead also knew their fears, and I am afraid that they had already prepared for everything, and it was not appropriate to attack rashly without knowing the enemy's situation.

The Tower of Mystery and the Tower of Crystal shimmered with blue and purple light, and the demonic spirits they contained seemed to be enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Even though it was night, in the light of the torches, Jorsek was as bright as day.

On the third night of the retreat of the coalition forces into Chorsek, the tragic siege began.

A team had been organized to eliminate traitors in the city, and although the king had already ordered to "find all the outsiders and kill them immediately if they encountered them", Jorsek was a big city after all, so there were still the king's personal guards standing guard in the city to prevent the spies from sabotaging.

Shadow 51 and Shadow 52 are the overseers of the slum streets, where the air is filthy, the stench is everywhere, there is even sewage flowing under the bricks beneath their feet, and the surrounding houses are crumbling and seem to be collapsing at any moment, but they don't seem to be uncomfortable.

Because that's where the duty lies.

They didn't know what was going on on the walls, and they didn't know if the undead had begun to siege the city, but they heard a faint sound like thunder.

Immediately afterward, there was a strange howl in the night sky, and a deafening explosion came from the west, and the loud noise even shook the wooden structure of these dilapidated houses, and large clouds of dust fell from the roofs, and the already dilapidated houses seemed to be about to collapse!

As a result, the slums are in shambles.

Shadow 51 lit flames in his hand and shouted, "The undead are attacking the city! Find a place to get out! Lie on the ground! Don't run around standing still!"

This force beyond nature made the ignorant poor forget their fears for a while, and began to act according to the instructions of the sergeants some time before, and by this time the prepared sergeants had arrived, and they drove the poor people like herdsmen, and the leading sergeant major saluted Shadow 51 and Shadow 52, and before he could speak, Shadow 52 waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for those excessive etiquette, and said, "You take care of the poor people, and we will warn if there are any undead demon protectors sneaking in." ”

Before the sergeant major could reply, a second and third explosions were heard, and the explosions kept coming from the sky, and the last one seemed to explode over everyone's heads.

"Go!" Shadow 51 directly urged the demon soul to transmit, "You do what you have to do, we do what we have to do!"

A hazy halo of light rose from the edge of the silver-white and gorgeous city wall, on the city wall, countless runes were shining brightly, and the barrier that enveloped the entire city was shining in the night, through that translucent halo, Dressine could clearly see that hundreds of pitch-black light marks in the night sky were rapidly cutting through the night sky and crashing on the barrier.

The black flames fluttered in the sky, and the thunderous explosions came and went, and the sergeants subconsciously weakened, but although the explosion was deafening, shaking the heavens and the earth, and stirring up layers of brilliance on the surface of the barrier, it was not able to break through this layer of defense after all.

Pillars of blue light shot out from the Mystic Towers and swept across the battlefield, destroying several siege towers and burning the wreckage.

Purple light bullets were sent out in an instant, dragging their long tails to destroy a reloading siege tower, a huge crater appeared, and everything around the siege tower was wiped out, and the sergeants who witnessed this scene let out excited cheers.

However, the number of siege towers is simply too many.

Meteor-like black flames continued to fall from the sky, causing ripples on the surface of the barrier, and the barrier kept flickering, and although the ordinary sergeant did not notice, Tristine could clearly feel that the city's protective barrier was being consumed at an extremely rapid rate.

No matter how powerful the shield is, it is only a source of water after all, and it is impossible to never dry up.

In this case, it is only a matter of time before it is shattered.

That's when the real bloody siege begins.

The pitch-black flames were still falling from the sky, as if endlessly, endlessly.

Pillars of blue light and purple light were still released from the top of the tower, destroying the siege tower as best they could.

This is really a bit of a boring stalemate, so boring that it resembles two children arguing and shouting "you have the ability to come in", "you have the ability to come out", "you have the ability to come up", "you have the ability to come down" such childish words.

It's just that this seemingly boring stalemate determines the fate of countless living beings.

The stalemate lasted for a day and a night, until the evening of the second day, when all the gem crystals of the Duchy of Davenport were filled into the charging device of the barrier, and the construction of the barrier was barely maintained in front of the undead siege towers, and the terrifying siege towers were destroyed by the defense towers, and the barrier was also dim, and it seemed that it would be extinguished at any time.

Thankfully, the remaining siege towers and not enough to attack faster than the barrier repair.

It should have ended.

In the camp of the undead, Leoric, the undead archon and the king of skeletons, said to Damon respectfully, "Your Majesty, the actual combat data of the Tower of Dark Souls has been recorded. ”

Damon didn't look at Leorik, he looked out at the bleak barrier and the majestic city beneath it, his robes fluttering in the wind.

It was as if he was standing in the middle of a sea of bones.

"Let those undead technicians study the protection and range of the Dark Soul Tower, and the next time I attack the city, I want to see the opponent's towers only take a beating. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

"Tell Crumberos to put her 'art' on it, and tell her by the way that if she doesn't have enough art, the budget will be halved in the future. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

As the undead archon, the banshee maintained her beauty during her lifetime, and even more charming after death, and smiled sweetly after hearing Damon's order, "Don't worry, I will let Your Majesty see the true art." ”

Clubellos's smile can be called overwhelming, even if the guards guarding the camp are already undead, their faces can't help but turn red, but the white bones in front of him are unmoved, and he secretly said in his heart, "No matter how charming you are, where can you compare to my skinny feeling", and asked curiously: "Although it seems a little ignorant, when will the art be able to go to the battlefield?"

Cluberos looked at Leorik and smiled, "Just wait and see." ”

Lead-heavy night shrouded from the west, and dusk turned into midnight in an instant.

Theresteen's eyebrows tightened.

It wasn't night, it was a gargoyle that covered the sky.

Although the visual effect of these gargoyles when they first appeared was extremely shocking, the defenders soon discovered that the army of gargoyles that covered the sky and the sun did not seem to be the commander-in-chief of the undead aerial legion, and the doomsday gargoyle army under the command of the necromantic dragon Visagi was more like some shoddy and shoddy products that were temporarily brought to the battlefield.

Just as the gargoyle army came into range, the Tower of Mystic and the Tower of Crystal made their own response.

Pillars of blue light crisscrossed with purple clusters of light, forming a gorgeous web of death, countless gargoyles exploded into charred shards in the air, falling down like dead leaves, and the light of the Tower of Mystery swept through and evaporated large gargoyles, however, these empty spaces were soon filled with more gargoyles.

There are thousands of gargoyles reduced to ashes, but there are so many of them!

"Hawkeye" Conrad frowned and looked at the gargoyles who followed him, the defense tower was no longer enough to intercept the huge number of gargoyles in front of him, the heavy crossbow artillery on the city wall had already roared, he pulled out the big bow in his hand very casually, and shot an arrow!

The ink cloud was torn open like this, revealing a golden sunset.

"What can a gargoyle like this be done, no matter how many there are?"

Not only him, but countless people in the defenders are thinking about this question:

Such a tattered gargoyle can't even stop a crossbow arrow, and the purpose of the undead legion is definitely not to let these broken stones create any brilliant results, if these gargoyles are followed by the bone dragon and the doomsday gargoyle army, they are using the suicidal charge of the previous servants to serve as a shield for the subsequent powerful units, but it is not reasonable.

What is this legion for?

This question was answered when the gargoyle finally broke through the blockade of the Rain of Arrows artillery.

The bloodless, tearless, fearless, painless, emotionless puppet creature slammed into the barrier, half of its body evaporated almost instantly, and the other half was torn apart, but its remaining body still released a pitch-black flame of death, blooming into a blooming flower.

The power of this blow is equivalent to the full force of the commander's peak powerhouse!

This self-detonation isn't huge, but the gargoyles that can detonate themselves seem endless!

Cluberos looked at the Skeleton King in front of him, he looked at the terrifying explosion of those pitch-black flames and the endless army of gargoyles in the sky, wanted to say something but did not make a sound, then he bent down and picked up his jawbone and put it back on his chin, his voice trembled slightly: "This...... Is that the art you mean?"

Unlike the usual dementor's charming smile, Clubellos smiled with satisfaction and replied with great joy, "Yes." ”

"Art is an explosion!"