"Finally repelled another wave of attacks!" Zax was on the inside of the wooden wall outside the Wooden Fort of Neermont, and behind him was the White Snow Mountain, on which the wooden fort rested.

There were excited shouts from up and down the wooden fort, and he could hear it clearly as he leaned on the wooden wall outside the main building of the wooden fort in Niermont. He knew that the monsters had attacked three waves in succession and had finally been broken up by them, and he couldn't help but poke his head out half of the hole. Even so, his hands were not free at this time, he held the Sunset Island Axe Hand Cannon in one hand, turned the barrel of the Hand Cannon upwards, and pestle the iron through the barrel with the other hand.

In his eyes, the Niermont under the wooden walls was now devastated, and everything seemed to be back to square one. The flames that burned on the premises swept through the entire Niermont, and these fires could not be extinguished, but only collapsed in the flames.

The monsters that attacked the small hill were barely repelled by Zax Sharp and the Sharp people gathered around the castle. The repulsed monsters fled in the hustle and bustle. Goblins who have lost their armor trample corpses and run.

Zax quietly poked out the hand cannon from the shooting hole of the main building of the wooden fort, he roughly aimed at the lizardman who was trying to get up in the pile of corpses, he did not hesitate to pull the trigger on the axe-like grip, only to hear another loud noise, a burst of flames in the breech, a stone projectile the size of a copper coin magically hit the back of the lizardman's head, and the back of the lizardman's head burst in response.

After the thunderous sound of the cannons, the fleeing goblins and lizardmen flipped their feet faster.

Zax Sharp crouched down again, leaned against the inside of the wooden wall of the main wooden fort, and gently blew on the barrel of the hot hand cannon. Behind him, Dioannis, trembling with fear, had already clung to his head and slumped to the ground, chanting Arcana's prayer incessantly. The red-haired Oak Fist looked excited, sometimes shouting, sometimes laughing, and fearless in the face of wave after wave of goblins and lizardmen.

Most of the defenders of the wooden fort were wounded in battle, but for the time being, they were still composed. They trampled on broken shields and broken weapons, and some of the lost clansmen and lords simply picked up the pitch-black tooth blades or black iron spears next to the corpses of goblins and lizardmen and held them in their hands as makeshift weapons.

"Cheer up, Theoannis, if you want to stay alive, take advantage of the rout of the monsters, and take your Kakanders to repair the weak points immediately! Oak Fist, you take the guys of Sharp Collar to the outside of the Wooden Fort to collect weapons and arrows that have been discarded by goblins and lizardmen. Hurry up with the action! We'll have to make it until the Earl of Whitetown reinforcements arrive! From time to time, Zax Sharp looked back at the fleeing monsters and gave decisive orders. He was fully aware of the importance of the improvised wooden fort he was in to protect the Niermont, which occupied the territory of the area, and if they lost this support, the defenders might not even be able to survive the first wave of the monsters.

Theoannis stood up with some hesitation, he avoided Baron Zax's wolf-like gaze, but the warriors of Karkhand were more decisive, pulling Theoannis and began to repair the weak points of the wooden fort easily.

The red-haired oak fist was much more firm, and he roared a group of guys who had been led by Sharpe and ran straight down the wooden castle. Shuttling through the corpse piles around the wooden castle, one is to collect weapons, and the other is to turn out those monsters that are still alive by the way, leaving no future trouble.

Zax and the rest of the men and lords armed with crossbows or hand cannons watched the monsters move from the wooden fort or under the small hill.

The Goblins and Lizardfolk of the invading Niermont experienced three successive failed attacks, and then fell silent after gathering the remnants of their troops. The monsters raised the Crimson Skull Banner again, and it looked like they were not retreating but regrouping and regrouping, though the momentary rout made the defenders in the wooden fort think they had the upper hand.

"Look, Baron. The monsters finally realized how stupid it was to attack our Nilmont, and they didn't dare come up again. Through the holes in the wooden wall, the Sharps beside Zax pointed to the swaying heads of goblins and lizardmen under the small hill.

"No, it doesn't depend on the situation, it's not that they don't dare to come up, but they are waiting for some kind of opportunity. The re-erected Skull Banner indicates that they have no intention of retreating. Zax pointed to the evil banners waved by goblins and lizardmen in the distance, "Don't be too happy, people. The siege continues. I really don't know if the Earl of White Town will be able to come to support in time. ”

"In case the Earl of Whitetown doesn't come to our aid, why doesn't the Baron let Offenburg come to our aid?" The Sharp people asked Zax Sharp, now Baron of Niermont, with some confusion.

"Earl Jackson of White Town will not turn off the fire across the river, and this fire is burning right on his doorstep. But asking for help from Cullosius was a waste of time, and he must be weak now. Haven't you heard from the soldiers who retreated from the Raqqa stronghold what these monsters are saying? From the north shore of Lake Santa Cana. If Yafen had a spare force, these monsters would not be able to drive in and fight our Nilmont with impunity. But now we are faced with a situation that only illustrates one thing: the Duke of Ella and the Arfenburg are at a complete disadvantage. The only one that has not encountered war now is the Duke's town of White in the north of the Ella Mountains, so it is the right choice to ask White Town to send troops to support. "The baronial lord, nicknamed 'Six-Foot Timberwolf', had a clear mind, and his accurate analysis of the situation made these people around him nod their heads in convincing.

"Now, Baron, why don't we raise our clan to break west? In this way, we may be able to meet reinforcements from Earl Henjason, and then we will be able to kill them again. A man beside him naively said his own opinion.

"A weak heart is a good thing. War is inherently worthy of fear. But for now, we should suppress this weakness. Zax patted the man on the shoulder and pointed to the Entle Bow in his hand, "Focus on self-preservation in your hands is the right thing to do now." ”

"But we have a chance to evacuate now!" The Sharp shrugged his shoulders in disappointment, and touched the quiver, which was running out, and there were indeed only six bows and arrows left in the quiver.

"The mouth is faster than the brain is also something that needs to be overcome. You saw the actions of these monsters when they attacked our wooden fort. Zax looked at the corpses of the monsters lying outside the wooden wall, "Although the discipline is ridiculously poor, it is quite agile and brave. It's pretty good that your legs can walk freely after these three waves. Not to mention wanting to run faster than these guys, if we could do that, I might consider your idea, but the current situation is that most people can't do it. What's more, you should have seen the soldiers of the Raqqa stronghold that broke through to the east on the wooden fort, and all the soldiers were wiped out. It's not that I don't keep them, it's their mission. Therefore, my mission and that of each of you is to hold this wooden fort of Nilmont until the moment reinforcements arrive, so that we can suppress the monsters on the line of Moore Canyon and the northern shore of Santa Cana! The people we sent for help were already sent to White Town to ask for help before this battle began, so the reinforcements from White Town must be coming soon! What's more, this is not just the war of Niermont, it is the war of everyone north and south of Ella Mountain. ”

The clansmen and lords who guarded the wooden fort of Niermont stopped talking, and Baron Zax's words had made it quite clear that if they wanted to survive, they had to rely on this humble wooden fort, and there was no other choice.

There was a pungent smell of smoke in the air, and Niermont was filled with pitch-black smoke reaching into the sky.

I don't know how long it took, but the Sharp men brought out by the red-haired oak fist each carried a large stack of goblin weapons, shields, or barrels of bows and arrows, and shook into the blood-stained gate of the wooden fort.

Just as everyone's eyes were focused on the people who had returned from collecting weapons, two or three boulders suddenly swept past the wooden fort.

"Look, what's that!?" Above and below the wooden walls of the wooden castle, the Sharp people and the people of Niermont followed the direction from which the boulder had flew, and looked down on the hill directly south of the wooden castle where they were.

Zax Sharp, who was under the wooden wall, also raised his head, bowed his body and looked at the south horse road under the hill from the shooting hole, his heart was shocked, and he subconsciously rubbed his eyes, "This is"

"It's a catapult! Ah, they must have brought catapults from the Moore Gorge! "The Kakhand soldiers repairing the wooden fort looked at the wooden machine that the goblins and lizardmen had dragged out of nowhere, and while it was different from the torsional trebuchet made by the Trians, it had much more than the same long projectile arm.

"It's over, it's over! This fragile wooden fort simply can't withstand such a heavy fortress nemesis. Theoannis muttered to himself, his legs trembling, apparently softened by the sudden transfer of siege engines from goblins and lizardmen.

"Get out of the way!" After all, the axe guards of Kakhanda had been well trained in military affairs, and they were better at capturing the dynamics of the battlefield than these initially armed tribesmen and lords, and under the hill where the wooden fort was located, the projectile arms of several trebuchets had been pressed into a bow shape, and they knew what this meant, so they immediately threw away their tools one by one, and threw themselves to the ground one by one, "They were just adjusting the landing point." Evacuate the wall as soon as possible. ”

"Come down, sir!" The Kakand Axe Guards shouted as they looked at Theoannis, who could barely move on the wooden wall.

At the very moment when they shouted, under the hill of the wooden fort, the projectile arms of several trebuchets suddenly bounced up, and the huge boulders thrown out of the throwing bowl rose into the air, and smashed directly into the Niermont wooden fort where Zax was.

"Get out of the way! Baron! Theoannis looked at the boulder that was being thrown at it. He shouted to Zacks with open arms, and he saw several boulders falling from the sky.

Zax, a clever man, grabbed the Sharp man beside him and threw himself to the side. Zax could only hear a loud bang behind him, a roar around him, and then he felt a tremor on the ground beneath him. He finally realized something, and came back to his senses and looked around the wooden castle.

The goblins corrected the trajectory with precision. The first round of trebuchet bombardment had caused a sudden billowing of dust to disperse inside and outside the wooden walls of the wooden fort in Niermont. Not only that, but these boulders smashed the wooden fort and the wooden wall outside the wooden fort to pieces. Several sections of the wooden wall suddenly collapsed under the bombardment of boulders, revealing large and hideous holes. The roof of the wooden fort was also collapsed by a boulder, and the boulders that were still rolling on the ground dragged blood trails on the ground. The corpses of several clansmen and lords who had been hit by the boulder had long since changed beyond recognition, and there was blood all over their bodies. There was a sudden silence within the wooden walls, and the sheer power of the trebuchets brought in by the goblins and lizardmen at the foot of the hill had stunned everyone in the wooden fort, they just knew that disaster was coming.

This silence was finally broken by the shouts of the Arkand Axe Guards: "Sir! ”

Zax followed the sound and galloped away, and more than a dozen Kakand axe guards surrounded Dioannis, who was crushed under the boulder.

"It's going to be fine!" Zax Sharp leaned down and put his arm around Theoannis's back, he felt Theonis in excruciating pain, and he saw the blood gushing from his mouth wet the hem of Theonis's clothes. Although he was quite annoyed with the usually timid and cowardly Theoannis. But after all, the former Sharp led him to temporarily hide from the search of the king's army, even if it still missed the stuffing in the end.

"I'm scared. Whew. Theoannis breathed heavily, "Save my baron as I saved you." ”

"I'll do everything I can to save you! Hold. Zax Sharp immediately asked the Arkand axe guard beside him to find tools to knock the boulder, and in the midst of the chaos, he felt Theoannis clench his hand as if in pain.

"One, two, three! Rise! The Kakande axeguards, who had found the broken wood, knocked on the boulder together, shouting a trumpet in their mouths, and the boulder that was holding down Theoannis's lower body finally rolled to the side reluctantly. The moment the boulder rolled away, the axe guards turned their heads and couldn't bear to look at it, and Theoannis's bloody lower limbs were almost smashed into meatloaf by the boulder, and almost stuck to the dirt beneath him.

"It hurts so much, and it's no wonder that the ancestors were in awe of death." Shivering, Theoannis was blindfolded by Zax's reach. By the time the palms that had blindfolded Diannes were revealed, the Kakhand chief had gone.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! "The dull sound of drums came from under the small hill. The cave troll with a giant drum on its shoulders wriggled its fat body, two giant arms waving drumsticks, screaming goblins and lizardmen under its knees, and its black head surging towards the wooden castle beneath the hills.