The rocks above his head trembled under the bombardment of the stone bullets thrown by the catapult, and from time to time the crushed gravel and gravel fell from the cracks in the rocks, splitting his head and covering his face, and the pain of the smashing made Diego feel as if his heart was also trembling violently with the impact of the stone projectiles, but after several huge crashes in succession, these rocks that had been washed by the wind and rain and the river carried the blow and did not collapse. It's nothing short of a miracle, because in the eyes of all, these crumbling rocks eroded by time can barely support their own weight.

Diego let out a long sigh and lowered his gaze.

He was amazed to see that the orcs had run to the center of the battlefield, their weapons pounding furiously so that the sound of the impact shouted their rage, while others kept a cold, deathly silence, gathering all their energy ready to explode at the right moment.

Above them, the harpies swooped down like vultures, and thanks to the help of their wings, they rushed faster than the orcs.

"Push the truck up and get in front!" Dezko commanded calmly. For the Minotaur Captain, this kind of scene is no more difficult than what he has experienced.

A few minotaurs untied the reins and yoke of the Kodomon and freed it from the wheels. The orc Harga led the caravan men and guards to push the wagons and block them at the front. They also know that there are no eggs in the nest, and those Fireblade Orcs will not show mercy because they are also orcs.

As soon as the truck stopped, the fastest harpy had already rushed over. They spread their wings and swooped over the truck. However, what they saw was not a panicked opponent, but a net thrown up in the head. Driven by the heavy plumb sinker, this large net perfectly spread out the largest area it could spread, and the child carried all the harpies who rushed to the front in it. Even the best fisherman could not have thrown more beautifully.

The gippogriff let out a panicked scream. But to no avail, unable to spread their wings, they tumbled like stones to the ground and fell hard to the hard riverbed. Accompanied by a heart-pounding crash. A messy feather fluttered out of the ground.

The birdmen struggled desperately, trying to tear through the nets. Break free from the inside. But this is not an easy task, these nets woven with iron webs, spider silk and rune threads were not originally used for fishing - or for catching large fish - even the sharp blades are difficult to cut, let alone wear hundreds of hooks, and these unlucky creatures struggle for a long time only to get tighter and tighter, and finally end up wrapped in a huge cocoon reads();.

Immediately afterward, another wave of unlucky eggs screamed and fell in—Harga had prepared more than one fishing net. It seems that their field is no better than that of their forerunners.

The Harpy, who was following behind, finally saw the tragic situation of his compatriots. Their not-so-strong will to fight collapsed almost instantly, and the harpies flapped their wings violently, pulling themselves up before charging into the narrow valley. They finally realize that the hunt was not as easy as they had imagined, and that they were not dealing with a group of cowardly kobolds.

Diego has changed his firing position, and he is now climbing on a box at the top of a van. No more than a hundred yards in front of him, the orcs slowed their pace, as if waiting for something. However, Diego didn't consider why they did so, and he fired accurately and mechanically, making his shot even more lethal due to the orc's sluggishness.

That's when it happened. Amid the roaring gunfire of the griffines, the screams of the harpies, and the war cries of the orcs, Diego heard the creaking of the catapult, followed by the humming of a tight noose being released.

He looked up from his musket in some surprise. Look into the sky in the distance, where another group of stones has drawn a graceful parabola like a meteor, rushing towards the earth with terrifying power!

"Orc trebuchets! Beware of stone bullets! Diego snapped to his knees and let out a terrible scream from his throat.

"Don't be afraid, those rocks are no different from tickling!" Behind him, Dezko shouted heroically, and some of the minotaurs laughed along. After the first wave of stone projectiles, they felt that this weapon did not seem to be a big deal.

But Diego knew. This time it was different, because he saw it in the group of stone bullets. One looked a little different from the others, it was much bigger. There is still a green flame burning on the outside, as if it is really a meteorite falling from the sky.

In his somewhat restless waiting, the projectiles eventually fell, most of them once again hitting the rocks that protruded from the cliff overhead. But the flaming green stone projectile that had always worried Diego was much shorter in range, but much more accurate.

As if with eyes, the flame grazed his side and rushed into the narrow valley. The flame bomb effortlessly slammed into the truck that stood in the way, and the truck and its cargo instantly turned into countless flying debris. As if waiting for this signal, the orcs outside the city began to charge, and the creepy battle roar flooded the entire city, burning with the wildness of ruining miè, and these orcs rushed like a green mudslide, trying to destroy the qiē that miè stood in front of them.

More than one minotaur was hit by this huge stone projectile. The half-man-tall flame projectile tumbled violently, plowing a blood-soaked trench in the minotaur ranks, and the two harpppies were also unfortunate enough to be on its path, their tendons broken and broken, and the green liquid that flowed from the stone projectile burned violently, spilling flames on them, emitting a disgusting scorching stench.

But it's not just the boulder that fell from the sky that poses a threat, it's something that rises from the boulder that falls. The creature that seemed to be made up of glowing green stones stood up, moving calmly and attacking at a frightening speed, it was as tall as an ogre, but more powerful! The minotaurs were taken aback by the sudden appearance of the monster, and some of them didn't even know what to do. Most of them had not participated in the Battle of Mount Hyjal a few years ago, and had no experience fighting demons.

"It's Hellfire, they have Warlocks!" Diego couldn't help but shout. He kept shooting at the swarming orcs, unable to pull out his hand to support the chaotic minotaurs.

"Don't worry about dealing with those orcs, I'll leave it to you, warlock!" Just then, he heard Masrae's voice sound beside him, and then a faint shadow leaned against the rock wall and disappeared from his sight. (To be continued.) )