The haze sky is overcast, the twilight glow shrouds the battlefield, and the snowflakes are scattered disturbingly.

The surging tide of gnolls seemed unstoppable, drowning the snow, and their hideous faces showed a thirst for blood, and like demons, they had nothing like a conscience, let alone compassion and kindness.

The only thing left by these gnolls who are vassals of the Lizardmen clan is destruction and destruction, trampling the Slayer on any enemy that comes in their way.

The dim light shines through the skylight of the watchtower and reflects onto the makeshift war room.

Duke Dacama held the blood-colored greatsword in both hands, facing the wave of gnolls, staring calmly and indifferently ahead.

In comparison, the other people in the room were a little embarrassed, and the sound of rapid gasps sounded from time to time, and many people opened their mouths slightly, wanting to speak and stopped, as if they wanted to remind something, but when they saw the back of the Duke of Dakama, they finally fell silent.

Just as the wave of gnolls approached the Nuu fortress for a thousand meters, the Duke of Dacama said in a deep voice: "Archer, prepare! ”

"Eight hundred meters, indiscriminate throwing!"

The majestic and calm voice broke the atmosphere of the room, and everyone suddenly calmed down, and the impatience disappeared, leaving only an inexplicable peace of mind.

Above the watchtower, the flag commander heard the Duke of Dakama's order and waved the red flag in his hand, waved it four times to the left and right, and then pointed to the front of the city wall.

The towering walls surrounded the fortress of Nuu, and columns of archers formed in a neat formation, arrows and bows, waiting for orders, especially the three high platforms extending from the walls, two of which were already full of archers.

As the flag commander waved the red command flag, each commander gave an order, shouting loudly around the array, and one shout after another resounded over the fortress.

Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing!

Bending the bow and shooting arrows, in an instant, the dense rain of arrows tore through the haze of the sky, shattered the falling snowflakes, and when they jumped to the top, they drew a sharp arc and fell down to shoot at the surging gnollet soldiers.

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Whew! Whew!

In the cold snow, the howls echoed one after another, and the gnolls looked at the doomsday rain of arrows in the sky, let out a noisy roar, and they all quickened their pace, and a small number of gnoll leaders with shields raised their shields and stood above their heads.

However, the lizardmen army in the mixed wave stood still, and in the center of the array, some lizardmen lifted their cloaks one after another, revealing their old and ugly faces, and their cloudy eyes bloomed with inexplicable colors.

The whispering murmur was buried in the roaring footsteps until the rain of arrows fell, and the old lizardmen spread their arms and drew a cold wind that swept through the wind and snow.

[War Spell: Wind Split]!

Above the wave of jackals, more than a dozen cyan hurricanes formed, like a whirlpool of falling arrows, and countless broken arrows floated in the air, losing the threat of falling into the wave.

Even a few intact arrows passed through the cracks of the hurricane, but they only took the lives of the scattered gnolls.

Temporary war room.

Duke Dakama's expression suddenly tightened when he saw the rain of arrows falling short, this was the first time he had encountered such a special situation since the war with the Besilik Kingdom, and the Lizardmen Legion had never been exposed in the previous attacks.

"Lizardman Priest!" Marquis Gardner said with a gloomy expression, recognizing the identities of the old lizardmen.

[Lizardman Priests: Wise men born from the Lizardmen tribe, they are favored by the lizardmen gods, they are the leaders of the tribe, and they have a good magical talent, and can communicate with natural energy. Their sole mission is to believe in the god of the lizardmen, to be Samuel Anyah's interpreter and spokesperson. 】

"Gather so many lizardman priests." Duke Dacama's tone was solemn, and the cyan hurricane of the gloomy sky dissipated. "Does the kingdom of Beshilik want to completely capture the fortress of Nuu tonight?"

"Order the 2nd Archer Legion, shoot alternately."

"Order the Heavy Crossbow Corps, the target enters a distance of three hundred meters, and conducts suppressive fire."

"Herald the War Mage, awaken the Mage Tower, ready to cast spells at any time."

Duke Dacama straightened up, stared at the lizardman legion in the wave, and said softly, "Then I'll see how many spells the lizardman priests can cast!" ”

The continuous orders sounded in the war room, and the flag commander above the watchtower quickly waved the command flag to convey the order, and then stood on one side, the messenger who was on standby at any time, turned around and left the watchtower and ran towards the high platform of the city wall.

Crunch! Crunch!

In the straight road of the city wall, a soldier of the famous kingdom pushed a steel ballista to the high platform along the straight road, and the hardwood wheels rubbed against the ground with a screeching sound.

Counting them closely, there were about a hundred and ten ballistae, and their direction was directed at the gnoll soldiers who were coming forward one after another.

Each ballista will be flanked by six Kingdom soldiers who will work together to place the hideous crossbow arrows, pull the bowstring, aim in the direction, and so on.

Further back, the black mage towers thirty or forty meters away from the city wall shimmered with obscure magical brilliance one after another, slowly lighting up the transparent crystals of the spires.

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Frontal battlefield, snowy plains.

An incomparably large number of gnolls ran through the snow, causing gusts of blood, and when they saw the walls of the fortress getting closer and closer, their expressions became more and more frenzied. Especially watching the rain of arrows that fall every time they are torn apart by the cyan hurricane, the characteristic crazy howl is endless.

Six hundred meters.

Five hundred meters.

Four hundred meters.

In the gloomy and chaotic environment, a pair of green eyes showed a little bloodshot, with bloodthirsty madness, holding up the sharp weapon in his hand.

Three hundred meters.

The bloodthirsty color left on the face, but death came suddenly.

Whoosh whoosh!

The sound of the ballista bowstring exploded, and the snowflakes scattered, and in the next moment, one hundred and ten hideous steel crossbow arrows crossed a short distance and attacked the gnolls array.

Before the cyan hurricane could form, countless blood flowers bloomed on the bodies of the gnolls in the front row, and sharp crossbow arrows easily pierced the armor, and then passed through the body, and the stench of blood gushed like a spring.

The attack continued, and each steel crossbow arrow pierced through a dozen or so gnolls in a row before it stopped, and the corpse of the last unlucky man fell into the snow.

Overlooking the battlefield, a single ballista shot had already cleared a large area of green blood.

"Whew!!"

A terrible howl echoed over the waves, and the gnolls leaders crowded in the array saw the horror before them, and anger filled their faces.

Raising their spiked hammers, these heavily armored gnolls leaders lead the charge, and they must climb the walls to reduce their losses before the second wave of the attack.

It's a pity that the well-trained soldiers of the kingdom don't give them a chance at all.

Pull the strings, tie the arrow, aim in the direction.

A second wave of one hundred and ten heavy ballistas launched, and together with the archers, once again formed a doomsday rain of arrows that covered the gloomy sky.