The next morning.

Amos looked at the scarred, drooling, happy smiling ogre on the ground, and then at Felicia, who was holding a long whip next to him, triumphantly, the White Dragon Lord had a strange expression, and the dragon head turned to the nervous Bucky Darkscale.

"What's going on?"

Bucky glanced timidly at Felicia and explained, "Master......." ”

Through Bucky's explanation, Amos learns that the ogre is a hard bone that has been corrupted by Felicia's use of chaos (confusing the mind), keen senses, healing, and a leather whip.

Amos: "Emmm......." ”

Under the torture of Felicia, Ogre Huck recruited everything, for this, Amos is not surprised, the mother of the evil dragons of the chaotic evil camp - Tiamat, her cruelty and cunning are famous in thousands of planes, Felicia is her priest, and the interrogation methods are self-taught.

Looking at Felicia who was humming a little tune and leaving, Amos was a little worried, this cheap sister wouldn't awaken some strange love, right?!

Amos glanced at the ruined ogre on the ground with pity, and sympathized with its misfortune.

"Get a prophet to treat it. ”

......

Midday.

Willy frowned as he looked at the skull-shattering fortress at the end of the passageway, and then at the stake-filled passageway.

It's easy to cut down trees, but to dig up the roots, it's troublesome.

"Amos, trebuchets cannot pass on such roads. ”

Amos looked back at the trebuchet outside the forest and said lightly, "Leave it to me." ”

The White Dragon Lord flew above the army, its face expressionless, looking at the skull-shattering fortress at the end of the passage, and blessed itself with a series of buff spells.

Lightweight!

Elemental affinity!

Advanced Agility!

......

The feeling of lightness made Amos feel that even if he stopped flapping his wings now, he would not fall from the sky.

It's time!

The White Dragon Lord blessed himself with another magic that amplified his voice, and roared.

"My minions!"

"We're invincible!"

Its large nostrils sucked air into its lungs violently, creating two white streams in the air, and Amos's chest swelled at a visible rate, filling its lungs with gas.

Amos violently spewed out an ice-blue dragon's breath into the passage below, and at the same time, his wings flapped, and a cone-shaped sound cone appeared on his head, and a gas explosion sounded into the ears of the monster army, and Amos's speed had broken through the sound barrier.

It flew as it spewed, covering the passage with a thick layer of ice, and the trees on both sides were also covered with a layer of frost, and bursts of white smoke filled the air.

After a short while, the surrounding trees swayed from side to side like tumblers under the air waves driven by the dragon's wings.

On the city gate, the ogre, who was watching the enemy's situation, saw the white dragon from far to near in the blink of an eye, and fled in panic.

Before the menacing Amos slammed into the city gates, like a swallow returning, the dragon's breath swept to the city gates, freezing the black wooden gates, and at the same time swept away a few hapless ogres on the city walls, their time frozen forever in the moment of escape.

The panicked expression on his face, the steps raised as he fled, like the masterpiece of the most brilliant ice carvers - lifelike ice sculptures, they are fixed to the frozen city wall, exuding a rich cold air that freezes people's hearts.

The White Dragon Lord's words were still echoing in his ears, and the army stared blankly at the ice avenue created by Amos, and it took a long time to burst into enthusiastic cheers.

A fish-man jumps onto a tall rock and blows a conch in his hand.

In the crisp and loud sound of the horn, the army of fishmen formed a phalanx and walked neatly on the ice road, two trolls in a group, pulling the trebuchet with a rope in the middle of the team, the pace of the army was not fast, but unwavering.

The ogre on the city wall looked at his compatriots wrapped in ice in front of him and the army of monsters approaching in the distance, and his heart was in despair, and fear spread like a plague.

At this time, Gulgaru walked up the city wall slowly, step by step, its fingers had recovered, holding a battle axe in one hand, a magic staff in the other, and looking around with a solemn expression, the needles falling on the city wall could be heard, and no ogre dared to look at the oppressive chieftain.

Garu: "Glory! Caucasian heirs!"

Garu: "It's time for the Skull Shattering Clan to live and die!"

Garu: "Can we sit still!"

Gul roared loudly, "Can't!"

Garu: "What are we going to do?!"

Gul: "Crush them!"

Garu roared, "Shut up! I didn't let you answer!

Gul: "ฺ ☄ (◣д◢) ☄ ฺ." ”

Garu: "#*&#$¥!"

Amos hovered in the air in front of the Skull-Crushing Fortress, a black line, and he saw the two heads of the two-headed ogre chief arguing, and the two sides were like rivers of mouth, spitting each other's faces.

Gulgaru also spotted Amos, who looked like he was watching a play, stopped arguing, and kicked the ogre on the butt of the onlooker.

"Quick, get ready for stones and spears!

Faced with the angry chieftain, the ogres crawled down the city walls to prepare supplies.

Bundles of sharpened sticks and large stones were carried up the city wall in an orderly manner.

Amos looked at the busy ogres below, and thought in his heart that even if the elite troops were lost in the jungle, the remaining more than a thousand ogres should not be underestimated.

Ogres, regardless of men and women, young and old, are strong warriors when they pick up weapons, ogre women have no secondary sexual characteristics, all wear crotch cloths, and they can't distinguish men and women from their appearances, and the combined combat effectiveness of all the ogres in the fortress is even stronger than the damaged elite troops.

Moreover, after yesterday's battle, the monster army suffered heavy losses, and nearly a hundred dependents were killed in the battle alone.

In addition to the top extraordinary combat power, the ordinary combat power of the white dragon side is not dominant, so in order to prevent the ogre from leaving the city desperately, Amoste intends to seal the only gate of the fortress.

Amos planned to adopt a siege strategy, with the top combat forces blocking the gates and the ordinary troops attacking the fortress without breaking the gates, so as to drain the ogre's physical strength and supplies.

Even if the ogre knew the strategic intentions of the white dragon, he couldn't do anything about the white dragon blocking the door, such as the skull-shattering clan of rootless duckweed would definitely be dragged down.

In this way, it is ensured that the losses of this battle are minimized and the benefits are maximized.

Time passed, and the monster army was out of range of the ogres, with rows of fish-man shield defenders standing at the front of the line, holding copper-backed snapping turtle shells as shields.

Behind them are fragile spellcaster troops, and two rows of twenty trebuchets, each with a troll standing next to it, and a group of 3 fish-men working together to roll the stone projectiles to the trebuchet, which stacks them in a pyramid shape.

On the twenty-meter-high city wall, ogres and a small number of gnolls held wooden spears and watched nervously at the monster army.

The four-headed white dragon flew in the air, and the ordinary ogre jumped off the city wall to break his muscles and bones, but this was not difficult for the ogre strong, in order to prevent the strong dog in the ogre from jumping off the wall and looking for an opportunity to destroy the trebuchet, the white dragons need to be vigilant at all times.