Ironically, the original intention of Tifanton in the early years of its construction, in addition to being a transit point for north-south trade, was actually to prevent the elves and valley people from launching a 'war for their homeland'.

Therefore, this border city is not only one of the largest cities in Cormier, but also the walls are built high and thick, theoretically able to accommodate up to 200,000 troops to assist in defense operations.

But Vershan, the first king of Cormier, probably did not expect that the elves, whom he regarded as a great danger, had been going downhill.

The rise of Mistronor is only a reflection of the last afterglow of the elves.

With its collapse and the High Elves withdrawing, the elves fell into a state of complete lockdown.

So much so that the imaginary enemy has never launched a formal attack on this important military town, making it completely lose the meaning of its existence.

As Fort Santil in the north gradually came under the control of Bane's Strife cultists, northbound trade began to flow more from the official to the smuggling of small chambers of commerce and adventure squads, so that the only remaining commercial city also fell into complete decline with the sharp drop in taxes.

At the lowest point in history, it even had only a few hundred symbolic garrisons, and it was not until the appearance of orcs in the Storm Horn Mountains in the last ten years that this ruined city-like city regained some vitality with the increase of border guards.

However, at this moment, when the nearly 30,000 elven warriors, half-elven rangers, and tens of thousands of valley militia who were supposed to be the enemy joined, this important military city with mottled traces of thousands of years... It's like recovering from history...

The demons that came towards the north showed sharp spikes.

It is like a huge shield standing in the valley, guarding Cormier's homeland and tens of millions of subjects behind him.

It seems that it is not until this moment that it blooms with the value and ... Significance!

It's just a pity that it also encountered a most suffocating opponent.

Demon.

It's like the rest of the multiverse.

With the emergence of the demon tide, its collapse seems to have become doomed.

Demons are unlike any army in the multiverse, and it's a bit of a stretch to say that they are.

These species, born from the most chaotic voids, have no organization, no discipline, no decent battle plans to speak of.

They are more like a torrent formed by some chaotic will, drowning, destroying, and devouring everything in sight by instinct, turning everything they see into burning embers!

It is precisely because of this that the ancient scholars of certain planes vividly called these demons from the abyss...

Burn, burn, army, regiment!

I don't know if it was due to the influence of the Abyss Gate deep in the forest, after a large amount of abyssal sulfur gas rose into the atmosphere, the sky that had already fallen due to dusk gradually dimmed because of the arrival of demons.

Click...

As a thunder snake pierced the sky, torrential rain poured down, and the icy rain slapped on the faces of all the defenders, making the already nervous body tremble irrepressibly.

The wounded and refugees in the city cowered under the eaves of the broken eaves of the passage of time, listening and waiting for the movement outside the city, thinking about the war that would stake the fate of all of them on the battlefield.

And these demons do not have the so-called reconnaissance, no declaration of war, no feints ....

Only a desperate attack!

Offensive!

Attack again!

When they appear in front of them, it already means war ... Since that moment...

It's already begun...

As the large demon army officially spread into the city of Tifanton, and was about to enter the range of the elves, Sylvaras, who was the acting commander of the Windtalker, pointed forward with a scimitar and said in a proud voice:

"Arrows ready!"

All the Windtalker warriors pulled an arrow from their few remaining baskets, drew their longbows, and prepared them to fire.

"Aim for weakness! eyes or hearts!"

Everyone held their breath.

Ellene whispered in the ear of Wen Rena, whose body was trembling slightly:

"Don't be afraid, I'm there for you. ”

"Hmm!"

Wen Rena, who was not yet an adult, nodded vigorously.

Three seconds later.

"Arrows shoot!" Silvaras commanded.

With the sound of bowstrings trembling, arrows rained down like swarms of bees outside the city walls.

And the elves are worthy of being the shooters, and the long growth cycle also gives them enough time to practice their marksmanship.

Under this first arrow, except for those that were blocked by some scattered high-level demons with weapons, there was almost no waste.

Every time the rain of arrows burst out like mist, the demons in the front row fell in pieces like wheat.

The most cowardly demons among them immediately wanted to flee backwards in fright, but under the coercion of the army, the consequence of doing so would only push each other and be trampled by the demons behind them.

Seeing that the attack of the elves and half-elves was beginning to bear fruit, Altais, who was in the rear, perked up and ordered:

"Let's have a round too!"

Mage Susar, who had just finished preparing a defensive spell for himself and the prince, delivered the command with a teleportation technique:

"Thirty-five degrees of elevation throwing!

So the officers of the Zilongwei at all levels ordered layer by layer:

"Shoot the arrows!"

But unfortunately, this kind of inaccurate projectile, as long as it does not hit the vital point, is not fatal even for the lowest level of deviants and cowardice.

Without giving them a chance to shoot a second round, the demon army had already filled the moat with the corpses of their companions, and then literally hit the walls like a black tide.

The little demons in the front row planned to be directly crushed into minced meat by the demons in the back row on the spot, and became a stepping stone and a ladder of flesh and blood for the demons in the rear.

From a distance, it was as if countless pitch-black wriggling arteries had grown on the city wall, constantly transporting the demons below.

And this... It took less than three minutes!

While the Tivanton defenders looked at the demons in fear at the shop, the cries of Sylvaras and Altais resounded again over the city:

"Draw your sword!/Draw your sword!"

I saw the elven warriors in the front row shove their longbows behind their backs in unison, pulled out their well-made scimitars from their waists, and picked up the blades at the moment when the demon pounced.

And the well-trained Purple Dragon Guards also stabbed the blades and spears in their hands into the demon's throat.

With the muffled sound of metal blades slicing into flesh, the battered demon fell like a dumpling down the wall.

But soon, with the most brutal and bloody hand-to-hand combat, the deaths of their own side began to appear one after another.

"Ahh

"Hmm..."The militia who was throwing arrows from the tower was shot into the throat by the rusty spikes thrown by the original demon, and fell to the ground in pain on the spot, clutching his neck.

Soon, the heavenly Flomo swooped down like eagles to the top of the city, grabbed several figures like the claws of an excavator, took them to the sky, and threw them back to the ground with cruel laughter.

And when a powerful demon such as the Boneless Demon or the Berserker Demon appears, the city wall will be lost in a small area.

Whenever this happens, an 'Elven Ranger' and a 'Shield Dwarf' will appear in the lost place.

Since the ammunition had already been depleted in the Great Forest of Comanso, the Constructed Dragon's form was extremely vulnerable to accidentally injuring allies in such a situation, so they simply fought in this humanoid form, sniping at the powerful demons who managed to reach the top of the city.

The former is like a true demon hunter in a minstrel biography, wielding two crescent-like blades to slaughter all demons in sight, with precision and efficiency, like a swift and infallible killing machine.

Although the fighting style of the Leviathan in the form of the latter shield dwarf is not as efficient as the former, it is the most violent and eye-catching style of painting, especially the noisy battle cry like a broken gong, which is particularly impressive and unforgettable.

"Death is the right of the living!

"And I! will grant you death!"

Leviathan picked up his hammer and smashed the head of a berserk war demon on the spot.

Then he turned around and kicked another boning demon on the spot, blood raining down, bathing him like a demon god, and lifting up the demon's shriveled corpse alof:

"I will remove your flesh from the bones!

"Blood will be sprayed!

"I'll take your skull as a cup!

"Drink your blood!

"Blood! War! Killing!

"Die, cripple, tear, smash!

"My soul is burning!

"Please me with your ridiculous death!"

Xu saw that the demons around this thing had died so many that some high-level demons didn't want to provoke him.

Even demons don't want to face a meaningless death.

They are also in awe of power.

Not to mention the demons, seeing this thing smashing flesh and blood flying all over the sky, even the allies walked around him when they saw him.

On his own, the Leviathan managed to hold a tower.

But his crazy appearance still made Ellene, who was fighting with Ilevyn, ask with concern:

"Mr. Levi, he... Is he alright?"

Ilevin rolled his eyes and said:

"Leave him alone, it's a secondary school criminal. ”

Erlene and Winrena looked blank in unison.

However, seeing that the defense line is urgent but still solid, although everyone's hearts are still nervous, they still have hope to hold on until dawn.

Altaïs, located at the top of the city, seemed to be experiencing the nightmare he had ever faced, and as he pulled his sword out of a demon's chest, he chuckled nervously:

"Is that all?

"If that's all there is to it, it seems to be exactly what the teacher said...

"The torrent of fate is not unchangeable.

"The light and hope live on..."

"Roar!!

But at that moment, a low roar from the sky shattered his illusions.

He looked up in a daze, and saw a Barlow Flame Demon holding a flaming whip and a decapitating sword, like a titan giant in epic mythology, taking steps that made the earth tremble...

Under the awe-inspiring gaze of all the demons and the desperate gaze of the defenders...

Towards the city of Tivanton...

Slowly stepping on...