Spell energy surges.

The incandescent flares dispelled the gloomy dawn dome, and the brilliant light shone brightly, illuminating the bloody battlefield in front of the fortress of Forsbayro.

The bowstring doesn't stop!

Countless sharp arrows pierced through the air and rained down like a shower, obliterating the gnolls who came in their tracks.

Dripping blood flowed down the grass, and the rich smell of rust permeated the air.

A distance of three hundred paces.

It seemed that the distance that could be crossed turned into a place of death purgatory due to the strong offensive of the Noxian warband.

Fight back the madness of the gnolls soldiers.

Time is inexorably passing, and the gnolls want to use the corpses of their companions to pile up a path of blood that can be passed.

"Let the Gnoll Heavy Warriors and Gnoll Priests go up."

Behind the legions of the kingdom of Besilik, Yenogu gazed at the endless slaughter in front of the fortress of Fosbayro, and his calm eyes were filled with red ripples.

Generally speaking, there are very few real sieges in war, unless there is a world of difference in strength between the two sides.

Because brutal siege warfare is the worst option for the invading side.

There was a war between Forsbero and Nuu Fortress, and as a result, the Stoke Kingdom was weaker than the Besilik Kingdom and could not resist the invasion and plunder of the Lizardmen.

Unlike now, Valoran's realm is far more powerful than the Stoke kingdom of the past, and it makes the kingdom of Besilik and the Lizardmen Temple feel deeply threatened.

In particular, the results of the war in the Great Plains of Shatar have long told them that the high-end combat power of the Valoran Territory is not weaker than that of the Lizardman Temple.

Yenogu's oracle quickly reached the gnolls camp, where an unusually strong gnoll in sturdy armor gathered, and behind them were the gnoll priests carefully cultivated by many clans.

Praise chantings rang out, and crimson magic descended, enveloping the gnoll-heavy warriors, their bare muscles bulging and bulging, their sturdy armor clinging to a mystical magical glow.

Thundered! Thundered! Thundered!

The sound of the embankment collapsing echoed through the field ground, and the gnoll hoplite warriors instantly ran, their striking and brilliant crimson trails drifting under the dawn.

Not only did Yenogu make a move, but an oracle also descended from the lizardman area where Seth Inaik was located, and an endless aura of majesty appeared.

Behind the gnoll heavy armor warriors, the lizardmen shield-wielding warriors and lizardmen spear warriors who were waiting for the battle cut into the increasingly fierce siege battle from the other side of the battlefield, and the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, choking the mouth and nose.

Tea Kung Fu.

The black tide that had been contained was renewing its waves, and the sturdily armoured gnoll hoplites and lizardmen shield-wielding warriors took a determined step to fend off the attacks of the Noxian archers, and crossed the death zone towards the fortress walls.

Although there is a baptism of steel and heavy crossbows, it seems to be powerless in the face of numbers.

Nearly 10,000 gnoll hoplites, as well as lizardmen shield-wielding warriors and lizardmen spear warriors of similar numbers, rushed in.

The slaughter of arrows and heavy crossbows could not stop their fanaticism.

The city wall is high.

Unaffected by the attacks of the Kingdom of Besilik, the Noxian Archers and the Iron Heavy Crossbow Legion continued to attack at an unhurried pace, reaping the lives of many Gnoll soldiers and Lizardmen warriors.

The stout Noxian commander clenched the sword at his waist and looked at the clearly visible enemy with a calm expression.

"Shoot alternately, keep suppressing!"

The flag commander of the high guard tower quickly waved the red flag in his hand to convey the order.

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The overwhelming rain of arrows slowed down, and more and more Gnolls and Lizardmen warriors entered the city walls.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, there are lizardman warriors in the black wave who skillfully lift the ladders to climb the wall, braving the rain of falling arrows and moving towards the city wall.

In the long history of raiding the kingdom of Besilik, there have been countless painful and bloody lessons, and there have also been fortresses that cannot be captured, they have learned from their failures, and then learned the knowledge of human warfare and integrated into their own barbarian civilization.

Including the production of some war siege equipment, although it was very simple at the beginning, but with the frequent use in the war, it has been greatly improved and upgraded.

Grunt! Grunt! Grunt!

Looking behind the black wave, a series of rugged and hideous heavy stone-throwing trucks were transported to the battlefield under the impetus of lizardman warriors on both sides.

The polished stones are piled up behind the stone-throwing truck, and the leather bullet pouches shaped like spoons are already filled with stones, which are fixed under the elastic device, and will shake gently from time to time.

Click! Click! Click!

The gnolls who crossed the death zone erected a ladder of more than ten feet, fixed to the battlements at an angle, and the iron hook at the top pierced the solid stone and was firmly embedded in the wall.

Immediately afterward, lizardmen warriors and gnolls climbed the wooden ladder, either armed with weapons or with their shields raised.

The Noxian soldiers behind the battlements saw the sharp iron hook in front of them, and immediately gave up the idea of knocking down the ladder to climb the wall.

Time on the battlefield is precious, and there is no room for waste.

The Noxian soldiers turned to look at the illuminated brazier, boiling boiling oil, and they clenched their handles and poured them down against the walls.

Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!

The steaming oil turned into a blazing flame that doused the gnoll soldiers and lizardmen warriors who had nowhere to hide, seeping through the cracks in the armor, scorching their strong bodies.

A terrible howl sounded instantly, and the soldiers in unbearable pain fell from the ladder like dumplings, a few died from the burning of the oil and most of them fell to their deaths.

This is only the tip of the siege battle.

This gives a glimpse of how bloody this war was, which is why siege warfare rarely happens, it is too unfair for the besieging party.

The offensive of the kingdom of Besilik is non-stop.

Seeing that the role of the ladder was not too obvious, the lizardmen warriors in the rear came alive, maneuvering the heavy catapult and aiming at the Forsbyro Fortress.

With the order of the lizardman priest, the monstrous stone-throwing carts let out a ferocious roar, and the huge oval stones rose into the air, marking a graceful and deadly trajectory in the daytime sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dull sound of collision resounded, causing the bloody battlefield to stand still for a moment, and the attention of many soldiers on both sides fell on the source of the sound.

Layers of transparent spell shields appeared above the fortress, resisting the bombardment of the boulders and unloading the terrifying force.

As the strength dissipated, the polished boulder fell into the black wave, killing many gnolls and lizardmen warriors who had no time to dodge.

It was the mage tower standing behind the city walls that struck.

After the flare was released, the crimson mage tower fell silent, and it was only at this point that the aerial attack of the catapult could be stopped.

The sounds of bloodthirsty fighting echoed, and the gnolls and lizardmen warriors continued to flock to Forsbayro Fortress.

So far, all the offensives of the Besilik Kingdom have been blocked, and countless corpses have been left behind, leaving them in the plains.

This is like a raging wave, always trying to hit the target on the shore, but because of external forces, the desired result cannot be obtained.

The storm continued, and the bitter cold wind howled.

The array of legions of the kingdom of Besilik once again set off in waves, soaking the sky with a touch of crimson.