The wooden door of Chappell's room didn't even hit a single shot, and even Easterling couldn't use the power of magic to repair it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When Costa saw the door broken, there was no joy on his face. If he wanted to attack from the door, he could have done so at the beginning of the shelling. But the battle after the opening of the door is not easy to fight, a high-level soldier of the twelfth or third rank, with three squadron leader-level figures, blocking a door that is not necessarily two meters wide, where is it so easy to rush in?

If the soldiers rush in one by one, it is a tactic to add fuel, even if they can exhaust and kill Chapur and them, how many people will they have to die? Two hundred? It is estimated that when a hundred people die, no soldier will take his life to help him fill the hole.

But now it was a last resort, and he had to do it.

Of course, you have to be a little skilled in rushing the door, and you can't really just be so stupid to rush with the soldier's life.

Under his command, the archers began to wield their might. Arrows followed Costa's call and were ordered to shoot into the doorway. I didn't hear any screams, and I didn't see anyone in the room. Chapelle: Of course, they couldn't be so stupid as to stand where they could be hit by arrows.

But Costa didn't care, and while he continued to order the soldiers to keep shooting, he led dozens of people from the side, bypassing the trajectory of the arrows, from the ambush to both sides of the door. Long-range shooting, when facing old fritters like Chappell and them with seemingly impregnable houses as cover, it is almost impossible to get a surprise result directly, and he does not do such wishful thinking. The archers were ordered to shoot incessantly, in order to create the conditions for the next charge.

Ten breaths later, Costa waved his hand violently, and the arrows immediately stopped, and at the same time, several soldiers around him immediately rushed in from the door with heavy shields.

In a moment, the screams rang out, and it was clear that even with heavy shields in their hands, the soldiers who had entered the room could not have imagined that they would be able to hold up in Chapur's hands for too long. But Costa had a heart of stone, and he kept waving his hand, ordering the soldiers around him to keep pouring in.

Without the advantage of blocking the door, being besieged by superior numbers in a small space, even if it is a master like Chappell, there will always be times when things go wrong. Fill in some lives, in exchange for the death of all the people in the house, Costa will not feel distressed at all.

The screams kept ringing out, and in the past few minutes, there were no less than thirty people dead in the house, which also showed how fierce those people's combat effectiveness was.

But a smile appeared on Costa's lips, and from the sound of his voice, he could tell that Chappell's line was constantly being pressed back. Even, he heard the familiar muffled grunt - it must have been from that guy Gebu, and it was clear that some of them were injured too.

Boosted, Costa had excitement on his face. Only thirty people died, and he had at least one or two hundred people on hand to use, so he was not afraid at all!

With a wave of his hand, another wave of people poured in, and he imagined waiting for the image of the corpses of those people.

With a 'boom', Costa was awakened by a wave of heat. I saw a burst of flames erupting from the door of the house, which was obviously a powerful fire spell that had been released in the house. Looking at the posture of this heat wave, Costa's heart tightened, and it was estimated that none of the dozen or so soldiers who had just rushed into the house would survive.

He gritted his teeth and said to another henchman next to him, "Don't stop! You give me someone to keep rushing inside! They've even used spells, and they won't be able to hold out for long! ”

This guy next to him is a big captain, his strength is not bad, but his brain is not stupid. He saw with his own eyes that none of the more than forty soldiers sent in came out, and he felt the power of the fire wave up close, how could he not understand that this was a fatal task!

Seeing that this guy hesitated, Costa glared and threatened: "Rush in for me!" Casting a group attack spell in such a small place can burn a lot of people, but you think they will be fine themselves? Even if it's death, would you rather die here or die inside? ”

The captain looked at Costa in disbelief, never dreaming that he would be treated like this if he had followed him loyally for so long. But what else can he do? Looking at Costa's hand that was already on the hilt of his sword, he could only grit his teeth and beckon the soldiers around him to rush with him.

In the room, Chapelle's people were actually in a bad state. Himself, as well as Cullin, Geb, and Quincy, all had some wounds on their bodies. As for the other three guards who followed Dane, they were just ordinary dread warriors, and they had already been hacked to death with knives.

In a small space, where is it easy to deal with the siege of dozens of people one after another? They all have some losses in combat effectiveness. Especially that guy Gebu, who was slashed at least three times on his back, all of which were deep bones, and if he didn't get medical treatment, such an injury would be fatal.

With Cecilia, a high-ranking priest, such an injury should normally be nothing. But the problem is that while the soldiers outside are constantly charging inside, the artillery does not stop. Under the constant bombardment, Cecilia's entire energy was already spent on maintaining the effect of the spells of the Sanctuary Technique, and she couldn't spare any strength at all, and even her face was very pale.

If it weren't for the Templar Centriers, who fought alongside them, who immediately retreated to the second floor with them, and took the opportunity to bury all the enemies on the first floor with a fireball spell from Easterling, I am afraid they would not have been able to hold on.

But when they saw that the captain of Costa's group rushed in with more than two dozen soldiers, their faces were also full of grimness. This is probably the last moment, Cecilia's magic can no longer hold on, and Easterling, whose mana is also not lightly consumed, can no longer have the spare strength to support them at this time, and can only focus all his energy on maintaining the defense of the house and dealing with the bombardment of artillery.

The four warriors who were still alive plus one Templar could only rely on the weapons and flesh in their hands to withstand the next onslaught, but how long they could hold out was something that no one could guarantee.

But they hadn't forgotten that Dane, who had suddenly disappeared in the middle of the scuffle, had said that he would hold them out for twenty minutes. Now, twenty minutes are running out, and it's up to Dane to pull off a miracle! (To be continued.) )