"Fooled!" Richard dropped the barrel of the telescope and spat on the ground. He saw the Stuart defenders counterattacking, and that density and speed could only be explained by the fact that the other side had prepared for it.

Armed with a battle axe and shield, Pompeii's wall-to-wall soldier is perfect for wall-to-wall scuffles, and if someone survives the orb bursts, the axe will make up for it, though this is almost unlikely.

They climbed up the wall with their hands and feet along ladders and carts. To be honest, even if the previous spell preparation was extremely powerful, it was still beyond everyone's imagination to this extent, and everyone was calling it a fluke in their hearts.

Their heads were above the height of the battlements, and what was behind the wall was visible to outsiders for the first time. Before the smile on his face could disappear, his pupils had already contracted into pinpoint tips.

"When. "Someone fell to the ground with an axe in his hand, but even the most demanding officer could not blame him.

In front of him are the towers of arrows rising from the ground, carefully built of large blocks of granite, not at all like the empty riders say, "behind the walls are unthreatening houses." ”

The height was about two blades shorter than the city walls, and there was a dense crowd of archers and a large number of bed crossbows. Countless open longbows are ready to be fired.

The corners of Stuart's archers' mouths curled slightly, the cruel smile that the Grim Reaper only showed when he harvested life.

"Woohoo. ”

All the Pompeii infantry could do was raise their shields.

The rain of arrows converged into a dark cloud of black oppression, like a man-eating wasp passing by, devouring many lives.

If the shield is quite effective against the longbow, it is too thin in front of the bed crossbow.

The monstrous blood wave rose into the sky in an instant, and the Pompeii soldiers on the city were like leeks facing a sickle, and they were cut down with a stubble!

Those who qualified to participate in the first wave of attacks were the leading units of the various legions, and they would have accepted the honor of breaking the city. In the face of unexpected setbacks, they performed bravely, worthy of the name of elite.

The plasma flowed down the ladder and the cart like a stream, and it still had a temperature that didn't have time to dissipate. The liquid-soaked outer bark of the log suddenly became slippery, but the follow-up troops not only did not flinch at all, but immediately rushed to the city at a faster speed.

For a moment almost no one spoke, and only the military boots could be heard on the planks, and the noisy and dense bangbang sound was continuous, and the atmosphere was heavy enough to freeze the air.

"Hurry, hurry!" only the officers were trying to urge, they knew that they were being overshadowed by the Stuart guys, but since they had already attacked the wall, it was really unreasonable not to fight. After all, your own numerical advantage is huge, and even if you fight hard and fight hard, you can bear it better than the other party.

The bravery of the Pompeii soldiers was commendable, and in the face of extreme disadvantage, they still launched a fierce attack on their opponents with high morale, even if they stepped on the corpses of their robes.

They beat their shields with their tomahawks, gradually converging into a neat rhythm. Under the impetus of this rhythm, the Pompeii infantry and the silver-armored halberd soldiers roared and collided, and the most brutal and bloody hand-to-hand combat began.

The fighting will of both sides is equally strong, and the level of martial arts is equally superb. Physically, the Pompeians were significantly stronger, and if it was a fair fight, they would at least not suffer.

But the battlefield is never fair, only the result is here. The support behind the Stuart infantry was impressive—the Pompeii soldiers had already suffered heavy losses before they could even enter hand-to-hand combat in the face of a raindrop of arrows and spells.

They often just blocked the Stuart halberd, and before they could fight back, they were killed by a cold arrow flying from nowhere.

The longbow can exert its power at this distance, even if it is difficult to stop even the iron armor, and can often shoot people through directly!

Not to mention the bed crossbow set up on the arrow tower, this heavy ordnance is incredibly powerful in the defense of the city. Whenever the tendon strings "fairy hum" sounded, the spear-like arrows turned into a black shadow. Crossbow bolts with huge blades on both wings advance with a terrifying snapping sound of bones snapping, and they don't stop until all kinetic energy is consumed.

And in the path it flew, it was already a piece of flesh and blood.

The moaning of the dying, the roaring of the brave, mingled with the incessant clashing of swords and guns, turned into an almost indistinguishable battlefield elegy!

Life and blood were being consumed at an alarming rate, and thick plasma flowed beneath the feet, quickly making the ground slippery. Countless stumps and severed arms are piled up indiscriminately, as if they are as terrifying and cruel as an infernal hell!

Pompeii archers hurled arrows at the city's head without stopping, but were pitifully ineffective in the face of a height drop of fifteen blades. The people on the roof of the building can play to their heart's content, and being able to stand in this position shows that they are all top players without exception, but unfortunately there are too few of them to turn the tide of the battle.

And when their peers, who were a hundred times outnumbered, noticed them, these Pompeii shooters became hedgehogs almost instantly!

A Qi Pompeii court mage chanted for a moment, casting a "Miga Upsurge Current" that lifted a dozen spellcasters, including himself, to roughly the level of the city walls.

Subsequently, a water court mage actually cast an extremely cold "Hepoli Water Vapor Shield" to bless and defend all mages.

The so-called attainment is inadvertently displayed in these small details - you must know that the water element itself is not light, and most water shields will cause additional burden on the upwelling airflow, and the "water vapor shield" he chose is a very rare exception!

No additional declarations were needed, and the confrontation between the two mages began immediately.

In a pinch, no one will waste time preparing high-power spells, and they will shoot with the best short-flat and quick moves.

Richard's eyes were immediately opened, and several mages on both sides shot together, and the spell flow they played was ten times brighter than a rainbow!

"Fire Elemental Repeater Shooting", "Tula Water Wheel Cutting", "Pinpari Precision Thorn", "God Bless the Extremely Cold Ice Arrow", these spells or magic spells are rare for ordinary people to see once in their lives, and at this moment, everyone watched a large number of packages, followed their respective trajectories and flew to the target, and then crashed into a mass in mid-air and exploded one after another.

"God!" Monet, the painter next to Richard, looked at this scene, trembling with excitement, and there was a very pure brilliance flashing in his eyes.

The clash of spells creates a cloud of mist that has not yet had time to dissipate completely after it has been broken. The mixture of colors is far more vivid and stunning than any other pigment in the world, eclipsing everything around it.

For a painter, it is probably a wonder that he will never forget.