With panicked footsteps and shouts, hurried horns and alarm bells, explosions and roars that shook the sky, the second Ebolden offensive and defensive battle began.

This time, the Azorean elven fleet almost collapsed, and after several attempts to destroy the coastal chains with ramming angles and by all means, twenty warships once again set up their launchers at the same time, and the golden-red "shooting stars" rose side by side, raining down a dead rain of fire on the walls of Ebolden.

But this time the target was not the city walls, nor the ring fortress - but the defensive positions in front of the ring fortress, built with temporary fortifications.

In the words of a certain mercenary leader, the gang of long-eared ears finally stopped being stupid, and knew that they had to explore the way before they died.

Without the protection of the ice barrier, the entire beachhead of the Ebotden coast was ravaged by the projectile weapons of the elven fleet - not only the launchers with magical powers, but also a large number of heavy ballistas used in field battles and sieges, iron-tipped crossbow arrows tied to canisters of fire oil... Pour out the anger of the elves from their last defeat.

Under the baptism of the storm, the entire beachhead became a hell where no living could live—tongues of fire danced with the flames of explosions, crumbling rubble and splashes of sand reflected each other, heat and smoke swept every corner, and even the walls were completely obscured.

earthen walls, ditches, passages, traps, horse rejections...... Everything was wiped out by the rain of death, turning into rubble and pits of dust like sand, and the only remaining ruins were submerged under the sand, leaving nothing but the more rugged battlefield.

Beneath the walls of Ebolden, there is only a white field.

However, the defenders of Ebotden suffered few casualties - in fact, by the previous evening all the garrisons had withdrawn into the fort, leaving nothing for the elves except a pile of rubbish and fortifications, and even the fire oil in the trenches had dried up.

After a sweep, the raging fire continued from early morning until midday, and it was not until the fire subsided a little that the elven fleet sounded the horn of the attack again, and swarms of swarms of boats poured out from among the warships and swooped down through the chains to the port of Ebolden.

This time, nothing could stop them from rushing to the fortress and walls!

This time, the army of the Azorean elves is even stronger and more crazy than last time.

The mere visible landing force had numbered more than 40,000 troops, lined up along the coastline and headed for the city of Eboden—this time not a ring of strongholds, or a stronghold of a fortress, but a full-scale attack.

Thunder!

Under the midday sun, under the projection from the direction of the walls and fortresses, groups of elven warriors in small boats landed on the coast, jumped into the icy waters, stepped on the muddy battlefield, and advanced towards the city walls with Azorean swords on their backs.

Because it was a port landing operation, even the most disciplined army could only advance in scattered formations - conversely, if a phalanx was formed under the enemy's walls, it could only be a live target.

But because of this, the enemy's forces look far stronger than they should be!

The pale mercenaries, the nervous-looking city defenders, led by the Byrne knight holding the golden lion flag on a black background, half-crouched behind the battlements and blocked the battlements with shields.

In order to prevent the unreliable mercenaries and the apparently demoralized city defenders from collapsing at the first charge of the enemy, Loren had no choice but to break down the two thousand Byrne knights he had brought with him into countless squads and place them in every fortress and important city wall node.

On the one hand, they could rely on the knights to boost the morale of the soldiers, so that they could see the Duke of Byrne's banner at all times, and on the other hand, they were also the warlords, ensuring that even if the defenders were defeated, they would have to be organized in a rout.

Looking at the Byrne knight standing tall beside him with a battle flag, Silver Blood gritted his teeth - he was very sure that once he was no longer "reliable", these truly "reliable" knights would definitely cut themselves down and take away control of the mercenary group for the sake of their duke.

"Silver Blood——, ready to engage the enemy!"

Even though he knew that the Duke didn't trust his mercenaries at all, Silver Blood drew his sword and gave orders to his subordinates to stick to it... If the enemy rushes in front of him and does not fight to the death, it is not a question of trust, but whether he can still live.

The mercenaries hiding behind the shield wall, despite their pale faces, took out their weapons - throwing guns, machetes, hatchets, chain hammers, high-priced Byrne knights' swords and even Azorean long knives... The format is not guaranteed, but it is absolutely practical.

Only the stupidest mercenaries will think that it is a wise move to "fight against the water", and in most cases, they will only expose their backs to the enemy and face the wrath of their allies, and be killed by both sides first!

"Stone cannon, put ——!"

Another command sounded, and the walls resounded with the jagged sound of wheels turning, and all the ballistas threw stone ammunition and canisters at the same time, pouring down on the elven army on the beachhead.

"Boom ————————!!!!"

In the deafening sound, golden-red sparks bloomed on the beachhead, and many of the landing boats were ignited or smashed into pieces before they could reach the shore, leaving a pool of blood red on the sea.

With the gradual landing of the troops of the rear line, the entire port and coast of Eboden was already covered with the army of the Azorean elves, like the sea at high tide.

At two hundred paces, all the ballistas and projectile weapons on the walls began to slant fire, and the direct fire at close range almost swept away the vanguard army of the Azorean elves;

Fifty paces, the crossbowmen and archers walked to the shield wall, gathered on the tower, and swept the advancing Azorean elven warriors with a uniform array of rockets and cold arrows.

The Azorean elven warriors, who swept away like a baptism of a storm, not only did not appear to decline, but were aroused to infinitely fight, and even regardless of the formation, they rushed to the city wall.

The last landing battle had already made them understand that the fiercer the firepower of the Ebolden defenders and the stronger the resistance, the more it showed that these enemies were counted one by one, all cowards and vulnerable cowards, and they would win by rushing to the city walls!

In their eyes, the current city of Ebolden has become a frightened cat, desperately showing the appearance of "I am fierce", but in fact, it has been so frightened that it hides in the corner of the wall, and does not even dare to move.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the first siege ladder crashed through the shield wall and got stuck between the battlements of the wall.

"Shield wall, push down!" the Byrne knight roared as he raised his banner, swinging his sword to stop several crossbowmen who were clearly trying to escape.

Pale mercenaries regrouped to plug the gap, and some picked up canisters of fire oil to set the ladder on fire.

But it's too late... Almost at the same time, the Azorean warriors, biting their swords, had already climbed the walls, leaping from the battlements like a raging wind and falling into the center of the dense phalanx.

At the moment when the long knife was waved, the elven warrior who was swinging the sword and charging into battle was pierced through his body by more than a dozen spears at the same time, but a large gap also appeared on the city wall.

"For the sake of His Highness Rodria, kill!"

Blood gushed out, and the roaring elven warrior fell to the ground.

"Kill ——!!!!"

Taking advantage of the gap that was opened, the elven warriors in the back row rushed up the city wall and engaged the panicked mercenaries.

Not just one, from the ring fortress to the wall near the inner line, almost all the defensive strongholds were in a state of engagement, like a grand drama, playing the climax of the repertoire.

The Azorean elves almost launched a full-line attack with the momentum of "taking the city in a battle", and did not hesitate to squander their unrivaled army, and the defenders on the city walls, which were originally "barely enough", immediately fell into a situation of being overstretched!

Relying on the walls and various fortifications, the defenders of Eboden could barely maintain the last resort of "local numerical superiority"; the battleships were blocked by chains, and there was no way to put large siege weapons into battle; and the number of troops that could be put into battle at one time was extremely limited with only ladders and hooks.

But fortunately, it was like this, the panicked Ebolden defenders were not frightened by the elves who rushed up the city wall and were immediately defeated, and they were able to fight with the enemy "with wind and water" and "sound and impressive".

As for how long this state of affairs will last, only God knows.

Roaring and wailing, caught in the whistling of arrows and the impact of sharp blades, in the face of the momentum of the Azorean elves' attacks again and again, the Ebolden defenders on the city wall could only barely maintain the line from collapse, and could no longer push the enemy down.

Above and below the city walls, as the elven army gradually stormed the city walls, the effect of the defenders' projectile weapons was gradually diminishing - there were constantly elven warriors using hooks and even climbing the towers with their bare hands to raid the defenders' projectile weapon positions.

Although almost all of the armies that used ballistas and trebuchets were auxiliaries within Ebolden, the fighting spirit to hold on to their homes did not make up for the disparity in strength, and the auxiliaries at the top of the towers were often slaughtered before reinforcements arrived, leaving only corpses strew.

Of course, more often than not, the elven warriors were noticed by the defenders before they could climb up, either being shot into a sieve on the wall or being picked off a hook and a free fall from a height of more than a dozen meters.

Both the offensive and defensive sides have been stretched to the limit, and at such times either side adds one more weight to the balance of war, and the situation will immediately overturn and fall in favor of the advantageous side.

But neither side seems to be aware of this, and they are still continuing to play out the "drama" in front of them - if the defenders still have wizards and Byrne knights in the formation, there is not even a single "Four Courts" warrior in the camp of the elven army.

"Boom ——————!!!!"

A dull roar came from afar, like thunder on the horizon;

Silver Blood, who was commanding the mercenaries to fight, subconsciously raised his head, put down the sword in his hand in shock, and turned his gaze to the direction where the voice came from.

What surprised him was not the explosion, but the location—the sound, coming from the castle on the other side of the Jewel River.

Finally... Are you going to get started?

.................................

“...... Finally hooked. ”

Looking at the smoke rising from the castle, the black-haired wizard breathed a sigh of relief, and a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When he saw the enemy attacking on all fronts, he was really worried that the Azorean elves were planning to take the city by storming - although he could defend it that way, the casualties would definitely be unbearable.

On the enemy side, in particular, there are a large number of "Four Courts" samurai - these people may not be of much use on a flat battlefield, but in the cramped environment of a siege battle, there is hardly an army that can stop them!

But luckily, I won the bet... The frontal battlefield was only a feint, and the enemy was also unwilling to sacrifice too many troops in the siege battle, intending to seize the castle first, lift the blockade of the coast, and then overwhelm the territory with a large army, and take the city in one fell swoop.

It is conceivable that the army that the enemy threw into the battle of the castle is absolutely elite, and the warriors of the "Four Courts" are afraid that they will go out and even use long-range firepower to completely destroy the castle.

The battle is moving steadily according to the route and plot that he has arranged.

At least for now......

"Lusen. ”

The black-haired wizard slowly looked back and looked at the gray-eyed boy behind him: "Are you ready?"

"Of course!" Lusen curled the corners of his mouth, and a pair of fierce eyes appeared under the tips of his dark blue hair: "One hundred and thirty-six witchers under the Wings of the Firmament, waiting for your orders, ready to enter the battle at any time!"

Loren looked up at Lusen's back, where there were one hundred and thirty-six pairs of eyes that were indistinguishable from him.

These witchers are the elite that Loren brought from the Red Blood Castle, and many of them are veterans of the Centaur War, and the most experienced ones have even had the experience of hunting ogres and werewolves alone.

According to Mentor Dalton Khand, the Demon Hunter is still slightly inferior to the "Four Courts" samurai in hand-to-hand combat alone—this is not something that can be compensated for by training, but by talent.

Elves' long, slender and flexible bodies are destined to do more things that humans can't, and they are faster, more agile, and have greater stamina.

Loren also felt this firsthand - even if it was himself, he could only learn a little bit of the fighting skills of the ancient wood forest elf war dancers, and the difference would be even more obvious when it came to the Azorean elves with a significantly higher level of civilization.

It will be their first battle against the enemy's top elite, and heavy casualties are almost a foregone conclusion.

One hundred and thirty-six people, half of whom were able to leave Ebolden alive, is enough thankfully.

But there is no way... If they don't go, they will be replaced by Ebolden's defenders and mercenaries, and they will be directly defeated as soon as they make contact.

The black-haired wizard slowly turned around, staring sharply at the castle in the distance:

"Let's go!" (https:)

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