Cast a spell to clear the mana, retreat to the castle, and prepare the air purifying magic circle. ”

"The others continue to stick to their posts!"

The delicate mages cast spells frantically, draining the magic in their bodies as quickly as possible, retreating from the scorching walls and returning to the Count's Castle in the city to restore their magic.

Bruce, who was also sweating profusely, looked at the others who continued to hold his post, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, Lord of the Thousand Islands, Lord of the Thousand Islands, Lord Amos, is on his way, and it will take at least five hours to get from the White Castle to Bailey City, even if it is a dragon, so we must fight for these five hours. ”

The strong reinforcements that arrive will always be a powerful reassurance for those in desperate situations.

The soldiers felt hope, and the monsters burned a flame in their hearts, and the family members worshipped the white dragon beyond measure, and they all wanted to show their bravery in front of the white dragon.

An hour later, the fuel ran out, the fire gradually weakened, and the middle section of the walls of Bailey City was burned red by the long flames, and the corpses piled up under the walls were charred and hollowed out, and the volume was reduced by more than half.

Finally, the flame was extinguished.

Woooooo

Fish-Man Frenzy is on the offensive again.

The fish-men in the front row rushed up to the burnt pile of charred corpses and pounced on the city wall, which was burned by the red city wall, and the fish-men in the back roared wildly, stepping on their struggling companions and continuing to climb upward.

The crowd on the city wall listened to the crazy howl of the fish-men, and their scalps went numb.

"Rolling Stones!"

"Shoot!"

Soon, the few remaining rolling stones and arrows were gone.

Looking at the fish-man who was getting closer and closer to the castle tower, Bruce pulled out the long sword at his waist.

"Warriors of Bailey, throw the enemy down on me!"

"For the glory of Dumbledore!"

"For the victory of Bailey City!"

"For the glory of the White Castle!"

Finally, the first fish-man climbed up the tower, and the soldier in front of him, stabbing the spear in his hand, poked through the fish-man's crazy roaring mouth, and pierced through the back of his head.

The first fish-man falls.

But the first fish-man was just the beginning, and more and more fish-people poured onto the wall, as if the flood had jumped over the embankment.

"Kill!"

The soldiers in the front row pierced the fish-man's body with their spears, and even if the body was penetrated, the fish-man continued to pounce forward frantically, this madness of ignoring life made people's hearts chill.

The ogre chief grabbed the end of the mace in one hand and danced the mace into a large windmill, and the fish-man who had just climbed the city wall was swept by the mace and flew out upside down in an instant.

Gurgalu alone blocked a section of the nearly eight-meter-long city wall!

Gandalf, the master of weapons, and a group of experts formed a firefighting team, standing at the back of the front line, and came to the aid of soldiers in danger.

Weapons such as sticks and spears were stabbed through the gaps between the soldiers, and pinned precisely on the fish-man's head, leaving a large hole when they were withdrawn.

The sound of the tragic battle sounded on the city tower, and the wave of fishmen was blocked by the brave and fearless warriors.

Time passed little by little, the corpses of the fish-men piled up higher than the city walls, and the soldiers of Bailey City also died a lot, but soon others made up for it, and the surviving people stood on the corpses to continue to defend, but the fish-man army was endless, and no matter how they killed, they could not kill them all.

The ordinary soldiers of Bailey City gradually lost their strength.

Protected by the Earl's Guard, Bruce stood on the pile of fish-men's corpses, looking at the dense army outside the city, and then at his own exhausted, breathless soldiers.

"Retreat!"

Hearing this, the ordinary soldiers hurriedly retreated and went down the stairs behind the city wall, but not all of them were lucky enough to evacuate, and as soon as nearly a quarter of the unlucky soldiers turned around, they were thrown to the ground by the crazy fish-men and never got up again.

The fishmen fully occupied the city walls, and Gulgaru and Gandalf led a group of masters to guard the passage downstairs, blocking the fish-man frenzy and buying time for ordinary soldiers to escape.

The brainless fish-man jumped over the battlements and jumped directly from the ten-meter-high wall, breaking his arms and legs if he didn't die, but even in his disabled state, he continued to crawl towards the fleeing soldiers.

Seeing that the common soldiers had fled far away, Gulgaru and Gandalf told the others to retreat as well.

Although these fishmen are crazy, their individual strength is not strong, and they rely entirely on numbers to win, as long as they are not surrounded by them and lose their activity space, they are not a big threat to masters of the master rank.

Gandalf, the master of weapons, and Gulgaru, the ogre chieftain, were the last to retreat, and they jumped straight from the tower.

Gulgaru fell heavily to the ground, smashed a small crater and splashed dust, and then immediately spread his feet and ran wildly down the main road of Bailey.

Gandalf, like a swallow, stepped on top of the head of a disabled fish-man, trampled it to death, jumped onto the buildings on the side of the main road, climbed over the rooftops, and fled towards the Count's Castle in the center of the city.

Behind the two of them, the fishmen poured down the stairs towards Bailey City, as if they were flowing down a ravine into a pool, and the tide of fishmen poured down into the streets and alleys of Bailey City, filling every gap.

Wait until the Master of Weapons and the Ogre Chief storm the gates of the Earl's Castle.

"Quick! Raise the drawbridge and close the gates!"

The soldier pulled the winch and lifted the hanging plate on the moat, and in the deep city gate, three steel gates fell one after another.

The castle of the lord in the center of the city is the last line of defense of every city, and it will play the role of the last safe haven after the enemy breaks through the outer city walls, so it must be a war fortress carefully built by the designers.

The stone walls of the Earl's Castle are lined with watchtowers and rows of dense shooting holes.

The crowd on the city walls watched as the city climbed onto the rooftops, filling the main roads and other alleys with a frenzy of fishmen, and a chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

Even the fifteen-meter-high city wall under their feet did not give them the slightest sense of security.

Their uneasiness was rightly correct, and the fishmen attacked Earl Dumbledore's castle as if they were dealing with the outer walls.

An hour passed.

Under the onslaught of the fish-man frenzy, Count Dumbledore's castle is in jeopardy.

On the ramparts, Bruce followed behind the Count.

"Father, burn it, the city is gone, it can be rebuilt, and when people die, there is nothing!"

Listening to the advice of the heir, Count Dumbledore's heart was bleeding, and he didn't understand this truth.

However, Bailey City is the object of his lifelong struggle, the painstaking efforts of generations of Dumbledore's family, and the foundation of Dumbledore's prosperity.

Count Dumbledore looked at the crazy fishmen who were about to attack nearby, and the fish-man frenzy that kept climbing over the city walls, and squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Burn!"

Bruce turned and shouted.

"Burn!"

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Chapter 108: Burning