Although it is still early summer, the sun at two or three o'clock in the afternoon can still give people a feeling of dryness, especially when you are in the middle of a war that looks enough to be called "magnificent", this feeling of dryness and heat will be particularly obvious, even so strong that you feel that there is a fire burning in your body, almost like steaming the water completely.

The sound of swallowing saliva kept ringing around, and it was clear that there were not a few people who felt this way. A hot air quickly evaporated from the heavy helmet, slightly affecting the vision of the eyes. Through the gap in front of the helmet, you can see the border of the forest not far away, and once you leave the shade of greenery, you will be greeted by the towering city wall.

The armor on his body gave Raven enough courage, and as a glorious expeditionary soldier, discipline and glory made him subconsciously puff up his chest. Although he was only a recruit who had been in the army for less than three years, the knowledge instilled in the officers during the day-to-day training was enough to keep his fighting spirit high enough.

The thought of the poor performance of the civilians in the morning battle made Raven, as a regular soldier, feel like complaining. But before he could speak, the horn of the attack sounded.

At this time, Raven subconsciously raised the shield in his hand, lowered his body slightly as he usually did during training, tilted the shield to cover his upper body, and then stepped forward.

"Don't be afraid! It only takes less than three hundred meters to get under the city walls, and then those damn bows and arrows won't be able to shoot themselves! Go ahead, Raven! You are the best! ”

But Raven's attack wasn't the expected arrow, but a cloud of black-purple magical energy!

The shadow arrow struck the shield with almost no noticeable impact, but the diffuse magical energy corroded the shield in Raven's hand into a fist-sized hole in just a few seconds, and he could even see the black-purple energy like a silkworm baby constantly eating away at the soft leather that was used as the inner lining.

For an ordinary soldier like Raven, magic is always full of mystery and fear, especially for a power like shadow magic, which is never usually touched. He subconsciously moved the shield in his hand a little to avoid exposing his vital point behind the hole. This made half of Raven's head exposed.

Then, a shadow arrow pierced Raven's helmet with tremendous kinetic energy, and the rich shadow power turned the poor young man into a corpse almost instantly!

Although the other soldier who followed Raven quickly filled the gap, the fact that a first-order pawn died so easily still made Camilla, who was carrying the siege ladder, feel unreal.

"Don't get distracted, keep rushing!" Wren, who was carrying the ladder with Camilla, sensed his companion's hesitation and immediately reminded, "The slower you go, the more likely you are to be targeted by those Shadow Arrows!" ”

Both he and Camila are players who belong to the Angel's Covenant, and while Tibbest's poor performance in the morning has made Tibest no longer trust the fighting power of these civilians, he still needs these extra manpower to help his soldiers, such as carrying siege equipment when attacking.

The same scene can be found all over the battlefield, and although the Shadow Werewolves on the city walls are not good at using bows and arrows, they are all good at using the power of Shadow by their innate talents, and the shadow arrows, a relatively low-level shadow spell, can be regarded as easy for them.

On the human side, the arrows fired by ordinary archers can hardly cause significant damage to these shadow werewolves, unless they use high-level arrows such as burst arrows, so Tibest can only watch these heroic soldiers fall to the ground in the dense rain of shadow arrows, and he can only pray that more soldiers will be lucky enough to cross this distance and successfully set up a siege ladder.

The only means of counterattack comes from the half-elven archers led by Princess Lana, the attack range of ordinary human archers is only about two hundred meters, elite archers can increase this distance to two hundred and fifty meters, and when the distance exceeds three hundred meters, it is difficult to pose enough threat to the enemy unless special equipment (such as longbow weapons) is used. And those half-elven archers from the kingdom of Sadari, relying on their carefully crafted bows and arrows and exquisite skills, were still able to launch deadly attacks at this distance.

Incidentally, the attack range of any kind of magic can almost exceed this number, because once the cast is complete, the only thing that affects its range is how quickly the magic elements escape. For the Shadow Werewolves, their innate talent almost allows them to ignore the effects of a short distance of a few hundred meters.

Tibest's face was ugly, and although he had been mentally prepared for it, the situation in front of him still made him feel like a knife. Generally speaking, no one would waste the precious resource of a mage on such unskilled firepower suppression, because the cost of training a mage is enough for any commander to use it in more important moments. What's more, mages are not like archers, and the mana consumption is far from being comparable to mass-produced arrows, in this kind of cruel and fierce offensive and defensive battles, a low-level mage's magic power can often only release a dozen attacks, and in terms of efficiency, it cannot be compared with archers at all. And once the mana is depleted, the time it takes to recover it again is enough to make any commander despair.

Therefore, Tibest's original plan was to use those civilians to consume the magic of those shadow werewolves as much as possible, so as to greatly reduce the difficulty of the next siege. What he didn't expect was that the civilians would be so unbearable, and after a morning of attack, those damn werewolves still had so much magic to squander.

"The second wave is starting now! Move the archers forward fifty meters and allow the use of a base number of burst arrows! In order not to let the soldiers die in vain, Tibest had to launch it early, even though he knew that his order would cause the expeditionary force to suffer more casualties.

As the command flag waved, the soldiers who had been waiting for the battle marched towards the Shadowfang Castle in a neat pace. Compared to the first wave of ordinary soldiers, the second wave that followed was significantly more elite. Their helmets have two short wings that look like flapping eagles, and their shields are inscribed with a beast named Night Stalkers.

The werewolves on the walls quickly noticed the difference between the soldiers, and although they didn't know that the humans belonged to the Royal Legion of the Banster Kingdom, it didn't stop them from reacting quickly.

With a howl of wolves, the Shadow Werewolves standing on the city walls fired their Shadow Arrows at the apparently more threatening Banst soldiers, and at the same time, three flaming flame stone projectiles flew out of the castle.

In Tibest's stunned vision, three stone bullets the size of a grinding disc cut an arc in the air and smashed into the soldiers who had just walked halfway through, and the tumbling stone bullets with burning flames quickly crushed three bloody paths in the crowd.

"Damn it! How can those brutes have catapults! "Tibest hasn't relaxed his scouting of Shadowfang Castle since the griffon cavalry of the Hammer Dwarves joined, and although the Hammer Dwarves led by Kudran can't go too deep, it's impossible for a siege machine like a catapult to hide like a toy, not to mention that those Shadow Werewolves can't have the ability to learn to assemble such a thing in just a few days.

Without waiting for Tibest to speak, Kudran had been waiting not far away as soon as he saw the three stone bullets, and led his people to ride griffons into the sky, ready to find a way to destroy the trebuchets from the air. Although a few trebuchets would not cause many casualties to the entire expeditionary force, the impact on morale was too great, and no one wanted to be on guard against the boulders falling overhead during the attack.

The Hammer Dwarves were followed by the griffins of the Raphinian Kingdom, although they could not be ridden, but these griffons did not hesitate to follow the Hammer Dwarves under the orders of the keeper to launch an attack on the Shadowfang Castle, creating as many opportunities as possible for the Hammer Dwarves led by Kudran.

Hundreds of griffons rose into the sky, as if to sound the horn of a general attack, and the archers who followed the second wave finally entered the attack distance, and a dense rain of arrows shot towards the city walls, and for a while, the roar and smoke caused by the bursting arrows almost enveloped the entire Shadowfang Castle.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the players who followed the first wave of attacks finally succeeded in erecting the siege ladder, and the players who had already learned to be obedient did not rush to climb up, because they knew that they were only going up to deliver food, and the morning attack had proved this. So their wise hedgehogs gathered under the city walls, protecting the siege ladders from being pushed away by the werewolves on the walls.

Tibest nodded heavily, and with a wave of his hand, Dalton, who had been waiting for him for a long time, rushed towards Shadowfang Castle without hesitation with his shield, followed by the third wave of soldiers, who were also the most elite of the expeditionary force, mainly composed of fourth-order radiant crusaders and heavily armed guards, many of whom were sixth-order knights.

Tibest marched with the third wave of soldiers along with Vane Beinster, Prince Rathfair's magical advisor, and it was clear that the Grand Knight did not want to drag out the war, but wanted to settle the victory on the first day.

Perhaps it was the weak attack of the players in the morning that made the werewolves in the Shadow Fang Castle feel contemptuous, and they had no idea that these humans would launch such a swift and violent attack in just a few hours. The explosions and smoke from the exploding arrows obscured their vision, while the griffons and hammer dwarves descended from the sky attracted the werewolves' attention. When the smoke cleared and the guys finally understood where the truly deadly attack was coming from, the Avengers from the Kingdom of Banster had made it to the walls.

The eyes under the eagle winged helmet were filled with hatred and war: "Kill these beasts!" Avenge the Prince! ”

"Revenge! Long live the Kingdom of Banster!! The roars of the warriors echoed throughout the Shadow Fang Castle at this moment, although the Kingdom of Banster was not very powerful among the Twelve Kingdoms, the Banner family had a very high reputation in the kingdom, which was the result of this family's insistence on believing in the light, guarding the weak, and defending the good for thousands of years. Therefore, when the news of Prince Modir's death reached the kingdom, the entire Banster Royal Legion was filled with a belief in revenge.

The sudden outbreak of human soldiers and the werewolves on the wall fought together, although the individual strength is still not as good as these shadow werewolves, but the gap is not very large, coupled with the griffin in the sky to launch a dive, the city wall fell into a stalemate for a while.

As time passed, more and more siege ladders were erected, and a steady stream of human soldiers climbed up the siege ladders, shouting revenge slogans to join the battle at the top of the wall. Griffons in the sky constantly grabbed werewolves and took them into the air, then threw these damn werewolves hundreds of meters into the air and smashed them into a puddle of flesh. Of course, there are also griffins who have been caught fire by a dozen shadow arrows and whined, falling from the air with a whistling sound.

"The mountains are above! It's truly an epic battle! Not long after he entered the hero level, Kudran's eyes were already red from the excitement of this war. The dwarves are bold by nature, they came here to help these humans, not to mention that Raphael has been entertaining them with good food and wine these days, and all they pay is to ride a griffin around the sky a few times a day and do the work of scouts. Days like this have long made these Hammer Dwarves feel uncomfortable, "Young men! We are the children of the mountains! Don't let our human friends think that the Hammer Dwarves are cowards! ”

Sensing Kudran's fighting spirit, as his closest comrade-in-arms, Griffon Snow let out a loud cry and took Kudran with a dive, charging towards the werewolf who was clearly the commander.

"This is the wrath of the King of the Mountain!" The young Hammer Dwarf held his hammer aloft, and the power of lightning poured out of his body, wrapping around the hammer, making the weapon look like the wrath of the gods. Kudran threw it hard, and the hammer slammed into the werewolf commander with a lightning bolt of lightning at breakneck speed.

This is a skill called the Stormhammer, and even among the Hammer Dwarves, only a small percentage of the extremely talented dwarves can master, and Kudran's ability to use it with ease undoubtedly shows what a terrifying talent this young Hammer Dwarf possesses.

The war hammer with lightning smashed heavily on the werewolf's head, and the sudden lightning instantly killed the opponent, and the entire wolf's head was smashed like a watermelon. As Snow Fury swept across the ground and grabbed the two werewolves, Kudran tumbled and jumped down, grabbed the hammer, and joined the battle on the walls.

At the same time, three hot fireballs the size of a basin roared and smashed into the wall, instantly evaporating the dozen or so werewolves gathered there, and the space left after the flames were extinguished was quickly occupied by the soldiers who poured up the wall.

And the leader of all this, the flame mage Vane Beinster used levitation to float in the air about two meters above the ground, holding a large fireball in each hand, looking for the next target!