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"Didn't you say the magic shield was repaired? How could you hit the archer behind the shield? ”

He didn't understand why this was the case. The enemy's beam magic continued to fire, killing the guards on the walls, but our archers couldn't shoot the mages behind the tower shields. Watch as the enemy squad keeps approaching.

The magic shield was destroyed yesterday because it couldn't take more damage, and it is not powerful enough after it has been repaired urgently. Xi Shangjue naturally couldn't understand it, those were the attacks of several light mages focusing on one point, although the damage would be sharply reduced after breaking through the magic shield, but it was still not a problem to cause instant kills after convergence.

The lack of mages in Xishangjue's troops was his fatal wound, and this was mastered by the enemy from the beginning of the war, and he was constantly carrying out magic tactics, and every time he hit the door of Xishangjue's defense, he couldn't defend against it.

"Heavy Rider Assault!"

Xi Shangjue let out a loud shout, and ordered the heavily armored warriors behind him to start charging with shields and swords, and it was not a way to go on like this. As the knights, wearing barrel-like helmets, roared towards the enemy squad, they were bombarded by several beams, and by the time they made a close encounter with the enemy, more than half of them had been lost.

It is also a warrior class with a shield and a sword, and the two sides should have equal strength, but in fact there is a big difference. Enemy knights will use Holy Light Magic, increasing the hardness of their armor and swords, and each slash of your knight will explode Holy Light, inflicting magical damage. The Northern New World is generally burly, with the average height of adult males being around 1.8 meters, and these paladins are close to two meters, which is a cut taller than our hoplite knights. For hard-working fighters, physique is very important, and being taller and heavier is an advantage. Each slash was so heavy that it was difficult for our knights to parry.

The swordsmanship of the paladins is also very peculiar, which is different from that of the Starfall Continent. The latter was insulted as a crude and simple swordsmanship in the form of chopping stakes, relying purely on brute force and having little skill to speak of. However, the warriors of the Northern New World continued to refine their skills on the basis of brute force, otherwise both sides would be very burly in the civil war between the north and the south, and it would be difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

I saw one of the paladins holding a shield in his right hand and a sword in his left hand, and after striking our shield violently, the blade of the sword stabbed diagonally upwards through the gap in the waist of my breastplate, up to the heart, killing him with one blow, drawing his sword back to the upper part of his hand and sweeping it up, and slashing at the side of the helmet of the other knight, stunning. Without leaving us any respite, we kicked to the ground and turned around to engage other opponents. As for the knight who fell to the ground, the mage behind him mended the knife, and the deadly beam magic struck the helmet, pouring through the gap between the eyes and nose, and blowing the head in the helmet into meat sauce.

The enemy's cooperation is very tacit, and they have been trained for a long time, but the tactics of our knights are very simple, and friendly arrows will occasionally stick into their own knights. It was the effect of the paladins moving flexibly, using the enemy as a shield to fend off the arrows.

"It's not good......" Monnes muttered as he watched nervously at the battle ahead. It's not that he thinks that our knights can't beat the enemy knights, so it's not good, but the Northern New World sent at least 100,000 troops this time, which lasted five days, and they still had at least 70,000 or 80,000 left, why did they only send an elite team of more than 100 people at dawn?

Probably some strange tactic.

Although our knights are invincible, the difference in strength is not too big. The enemy continued to advance, and we continued to send reinforcements, so step by step towards the gap in the city wall, getting closer and closer. Although it is not impossible to stop the offset, there is no way to stop it completely.

"No! Go on like this...... I'm on it myself! Ignoring his father's resistance, Monnes drew his sword and jumped off the wall, holding the last line of defense against the gap in the wall. He had been trained in martial arts since childhood, and his physique was much stronger than that of ordinary hoplites, and he killed two paladins at the beginning of the fight.

Seeing that this would be able to stop the enemy's first wave of attacks today, Monnes had just felt a hint of improvement in the battle situation, and suddenly keenly noticed that several paladins in front of him exchanged glances with each other.

They shouted a few words of New World dialect, and the aura around them changed abruptly!

The paladins all cast some kind of magic, and a divine light shrouded all of them as if they were being protected. They suddenly became so powerful that they began to raise their shields and charge desperately, sending Monnes flying five meters away. No one in the path of the charge could stand unharmed, the sword slashed at them completely unharmed, and the arrows bounced off the light of the Holy Light.

"It's invincible! It's a short-lived spell of invincibility! Hold on, it'll be dead soon! Hold! ”

Even if he knew that it would soon fail, even if he knew that he would hold on, by the time Monnes got up and in the blink of an eye, the enemy team had already rushed into the gap in the wall. The spiked traps and horses that had been improvised there had also been broken and bent by the Holy Light, useless. The paladin rushed into the city wall with the light mage behind him, and stopped after just taking a step, and began to raise the tower shield to besiege the city in a circle, and the light mage in the center was stubbornly guarded.

A very bad premonition, even knowing that they seemed to be concentrating on some kind of magic, even if the invincibility effect had disappeared, the strong paladin gave up the counterattack and just shrank behind the shield and blindly clung to it, which really overwhelmed Lord Xishang for a while. You can't die, you can't scatter, you can't shoot, you can't break.

Monnes kept hitting the shield wall from very close range, and he knew exactly what the mages were going to do. This kind of magic was used on the first day of the war!

He shouted hoarsely, "Stop them!" It's a teleportation magic of the light system! They are going to summon the main force within the city walls! Fast! Come on! ”

Before the words fell, a huge pillar of light rose in the circle of the shield wall, reaching straight into the sky. At dawn, it shone like daylight around him, blinding Monnes for a moment.

"Stop them! Fast! ”

Monnes kept shouting in despair, but all the knights, including him, were blinded by the strong light and were powerless to stop it. He'd seen this kind of magic, and once activated, it was enough for one more mage to maintain the magic inside, and the teleportation would continue until dark. A steady stream of enemy troops will rush out as if they had stabbed a hornet's nest and appear directly within the last wall.

Oh, my God!

Who will come to our rescue...... Anyone can do it!

Monnes threw down his sword in despair, fell to his knees with a clatter, bowed his head and folded his palms in prayer. If there is a word of God...... Help us...... It doesn't matter if I die, but there are hundreds of thousands of innocent people behind the walls.

Suddenly, he heard a cheer. It was the cheers of our soldiers!

Look up.

The glaring white light was gone. A perfect-looking angel, holding a holy lightsaber in his left hand and a lightning blade with a long metal handle in his right hand, stood where there was originally a huge pillar of light, trampling dozens of enemy corpses under his feet.