Above the Wall of Greymane, a large amount of crystal blue ice condensed out of thin air; They were as if they were hanging in the sky, crumbling, but they did not fall suddenly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Spread out, spread out! What are you doing here? Run! ”

Suddenly, a mage from the Kingdom of Gilneth shouted loudly, and then disappeared in place with a thud.

"Run!"

"Run!"

……

The army of the Kingdom of Gilneth, which had already restored basic order under the command of the officers, fell into a state of collapse again at this moment.

Some of the soldiers were still waiting to engage the enemy at the battlements of the wall, while others had fled to the inner steps of the wall; Most of the soldiers didn't know what was going on in the rioted part, they just stayed where they were, and then they were crowded around by their colleagues who wanted to escape or continue their missions.

"No backsliding! No backwards! It's just ordinary ice picks, and it's impossible to pass through your plate armor...... Belch! ”

An officer from the Kingdom of Gilneth shouted loudly, brandishing his weapon in an attempt to stop the chaotic soldiers.

Many people thought he had a point, but just as they stopped in confusion, two ice picks pierced the chest of the Gilneth Kingdom/officer.

When that Gilneth Kingdom/officer collapsed to the icy ground with an unbelievable look in his eyes, all the soldiers and mages who had witnessed it all fell into an irreparable panic.

Those mages, they didn't have to die for the Greymane family, so they cast spells one after another, or continuously used the "Flash" to cross the human wall, and then used the "Levitation" to fly to the inner layer of the Greymane Wall, or directly teleported back to the teleportation magic circle located in the palace of Gilney.

The soldiers were a little sluggish, some of them saw the horror of the ice, and some of them just fell into an inexplicable panic; However, they were still hesitating, because the officers had not yet taken the lead in escaping.

The blind herd mentality made the soldiers suffer, because in the next second, the ice picks were no longer hanging upside down in the air, but flying above their heads.

Like wheat that has been harvested, where countless ice cubes swept through, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneth fell one by one; The blood they shed stained the ground beneath them, and the wounds that had been pierced by the icicles quickly froze, blooming into tiny red flowers on their bodies.

……

"This ...... How is this done? ”

Archmage Modra looked at the city in amazement and asked incoherently - if the spell she and Gianna jointly cast was dozens of archers shooting arrows at a certain frequency, then this spell was tens of thousands of archers attacking with crossbow arrows without firing intervals.

"It's Lady Frost's spell, I've seen it in Zuaman."

Gianna walked over to Archmage Modra and handed her the jerky in her hand—the former member of the Council of Kenrito needed more than Gianna to replenish this.

But she looked like she was ...... You're about the same age as Gianna! ”

Archmage Modra took the jerky from Gianna's hand, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and then asked vaguely—how could such a young mage have such superb skills?"

"I ...... When I was a child, Lady Frost was what she is now; Now, after all these years, she is still the same...... I guess, no one can say her real age! ”

Gianna thought for a moment and replied.

Archmage Modra frowned—she didn't speak, but her mind was already tumbling by this time—Gianna's account reminded her of a man, a legendary figure.

The previous generation of guardians, Egwen, is also a legend who used magic to delay his aging for thousands of years......

- Archmage Modra thought with a cloudy expression on his face.

……

"Haha, it's fun!"

Frostmourn found the spell interesting, but instead of casting it, she chose to stop - the little magic sword knew that his master would not allow him to slaughter too many humans.

"Our soldiers have already begun to enter the city."

King Solas lowered his binoculars and glanced at Frost Sorrow with a wistful glance before speaking to King Terenus.

Of course, this is a matter of course - the walls of Greymane are already in disarray, and if the Coalition soldiers can't get close to the walls quickly, then there are ghosts.

In his binoculars, King Solas saw the soldiers of Fort Riptide swarming up the walls of the hollowed pine tree trunks, and, of course, the terrible spell unleashed by Frostmourn.

Although he couldn't see the scene above the city due to his viewing angle, King Solas could also imagine that under the bombardment of ice of this density, the city must have already suffered heavy casualties.

Six years ago, Frostmourn had frozen the Narrow Sea, allowing the Alliance's armies to cross the Endless Sea as fast as they could, and advance into the orc camp.

From that time on, Frost Sorrow had been a witch in King Soras's mind, and when he saw that her appearance had not changed in six years, King Solas was even more convinced of his own thoughts.

"Muradin, tell your men to do it."

King Terenus glanced at the Wall of Greymane ahead and decided that the time had come.

"Okay!"

Muradin's Brass whiskers responded, and then ran to the front of the line with his two short legs.

……

"Hey! Hi! Here we go, here we go! Hurry up and get this thing up! ”

Muradin's Brass stood in front of a massive machine, shouting loudly - he was no taller than a wheel of this thing.

"Got it, Muradin, don't shout, my ears are going to break!"

Muradin's answer was to a strange race about his size, but at least several times weaker—a dwarf from Nomorigan, who had been friendly with the dwarves since their appearance.

"Restac! Hurry up, if you hadn't begged me to test the power of your new weapon this time, I wouldn't have brought you with me! ”

Muradin Copperbeard seems to be familiar with the dwarf, and he doesn't give face to others, and is still making a lot of noise.

"Got it, got it, you grumpy guy!"

Restak screamed, then quickly climbed onto the tall machine, and then shouted orders to his other companions and some dwarves to help him put the thing to use.

The apparatus looked like a huge cylinder, with a shelf underneath and four wheels; Restak was ordering his companions to remove the wheels from the thing, and then reorienting the massive cylinder, one end of which was just aligned with the gate of the Wall of Greyman.

"Ha, Muradin! Didn't you think you had a lot of strength? Look at it, how far can you throw this big iron ball? ”

As Restak worked, he did not forget to taunt Muradin's Copperbeard.

Muradin Copperbeard looked intently as several dwarves laboriously lifted solid iron balls the size of a human head from a cart and rolled them along a shaft carved out of a wooden plank into the tail of the giant cylinder.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Restak shouted in the characteristic high-pitched voice of a dwarf, then dispersed the crowd around the device, dug some "black sand" from a box of black "sand" with a small shovel and sent it to the end of the huge cylinder, then closed the lid, took a wrench and began to twist the screws near the lid until his face turned red, and then stopped.

"Is this really as good as you say?"

Muradin Copperbeard walked up to Restak and asked curiously.

"Of course, this thing can hit that big iron ball on that wall, and I'm going to use it to blast the gates of that wall open."

Restak said aloud, then pulled a packet of tinder out of his arms.

"How is that possible?"

Muradin's copperbeard pursed his lips,