Although it is called a fortress by the bear monsters, it is actually just an earthen bunker, a far cry from the city wall that has been built by the whole country. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info, its defense is nowhere near the level of being able to withstand siege engines, and after being shot in multiple places by the iron arrows of the ballista, collapse is the only result.

Amid the cheers and taunts of the gnolls, the bear monster's proud fortress collapsed in a way that Mercaron had not expected. There was no way to deal with the situation in his head, and in his conservative mind, the attack should be broken down by an impregnable fortress.

It even fantasizes about fending off an enemy attack and then using javelins and magic to fight back - which may have been the idea of other bear monsters, but now, the reality of life has shredded the unwarranted delusions, leaving it with nothing but scarred self-confidence, and the momentum on the side of the gnoll is like a rainbow.

After consulting Allen's opinion, Silvermane, who was already hungry and thirsty, brazenly ordered the gnolls to charge, and it saw the hope of victory, so naturally it did not care about the sacrifice in front of it. What's more, they had been preparing for quite a long time before they came.

The gnolls armed with weapons and shields began to assault at the command of Silvermane, and although the bear monsters quickly picked themselves up and threw javelins at them, the group of jackals immediately stacked the shields made of lizard-backed armor in front of each other and set them up in front of them without hesitation.

The lizard's back armor is quite strong, so strong that ordinary stone spears and arrows are helpless, but because the strength of the bear monster is outstanding, and it is thrown downwind, it cannot be said that it cannot be pierced or pierced at all, but the problem is that even if it finally penetrates the carapace, don't forget that the reason why the echinoderm jackals are called echinoderm jackals is because their skin is extremely hard, and with such a layer of buffer, it is simply impossible to hurt them again.

In the blink of an eye, the gnolls had crossed the distance between them and the fortress, burst onto the high ground, and confronted the bear monsters at close range.

In fact, if you want to talk about physical fitness, it must be the bear monsters who have the advantage, but the problem is that they have just fallen from the collapsed stone wall and have been injured a lot, and now they have been crushed in momentum, and they can only fight and retreat.

Although Mercaron had fought very hard to prevent the gnolls from continuing to climb up from the bottom of the hill, and even used a spell to electrocute two blind guys, and tore the arm of the gnolls who tried to sneak up on him with his claws and kicked him down, in the face of the continuous attack of gnolls, as well as the fireballs that flew over and exploded on the mud wall in the distance, Mercaron still chose to lead his men to retreat to the next level.

Sure enough, the gnolls quickly halted their attack, and they stopped beyond the javelin range of the monstrands on the rampart, waiting for the other gnolls to push the ballista up from below. The jackals are not in a hurry, they can completely do the process of using the ballista just now against the barrier in front of them, and even the crossbow arrows that were shot out are collected from the collapsed stone walls just now for reuse.

They didn't have to worry about what the other party could do, no matter how strong the stone wall was, they only needed to use these magical machines that Eren had given them to attack them in a blind spot that the other party couldn't attack, so as to easily win the victory. Obviously, the bears have a lot of advantages in terms of combat power, but now it is the jackals who have the advantage, which may not even be expected by the silvermane who advocated the jackals to follow Allen's orders from the beginning.

Pulling the winch.

The crossbow bolts were wound again, and the gnolls roughly adjusted the angle according to the method given to them by Allen, then pulled down the firing lever and fired!

It was almost exactly a repetition of the opening scene, and this side of the barrier also failed to buy the bear monsters any time, but there was a lesson from the past, this time there was no bear monster standing on the barrier again, and because of this, the bear monsters suffered much less damage than the first time, this time, they did not wait for the gnolls to rush over and retreated to the rear again.

But how?

If you continue to retreat like this, you can do it once or twice, but if you continue to repeat this pattern, there will soon be a time when there is no way back.

For this reason, Mercaron felt a little anxious, and realized that if it didn't find a way to destroy the strange machine in the enemy's hands, and then just repeat the same result until it was desperate, it would be better to simply gather all the bear monster warriors and fight each other to the death.

Such a thought only came to Mercaron's mind for a moment, and it was forced down, and it remembered that before it left, Lübeckson had told him a thousand things-

[Don't fight the opponent head-on, there is an extremely terrifying spellcaster among the opponents, and the bear monster is absolutely invincible. This is the result of Lübeckson and Spiegelbo's verification with their lives, and Mecaron naturally does not ignore it.

But having said that, how to open up this situation if you don't do this, Mercaron observed when she stood at the head of the city, and the mage who cast the spell was guarding the side of those machines, and he would not give them a chance to take advantage of it.

Come to think of it, it seems like it's a dead knot at all costs.

Mecaron looked up and found that the gnolls had quickly begun to gather in front of the barrier again, and looking at the other party's hateful faces that made it feel helpless, Mecaron, who was looking for a way to vent, slapped a clearing next to him, shattering a boulder.

It was nothing, and all the bear monsters were holding back a fire in their hearts, but unexpectedly, out of the corner of Mercaron's eye, he saw a creature that he had never seen before jumping at his feet.

This is a little guy, if it weren't for the slap just now, maybe the tall Mercaron wouldn't have noticed it at all.

At first, the Elder Bear thought it was just a normal squirrel, but it soon realized that it wasn't.

The other was about the size of a squirrel, but it was something completely different - Mercaron wasn't even sure if it could be a creature at all, because it was covered in metallic luster and mechanical gears, and if anything, it might be a mechanical squirrel.

The sudden appearance of the mechanical squirrel caught Mercaron's attention. Originally, when the war was so tight, it didn't have time to pay attention to such a little guy who suddenly appeared. But the mechanical squirrel gave it an extraordinary feeling, a feeling that Mercaron could not describe in words, as if it was familiar, but it felt distant, but no matter what, it could not take its eyes off the other person.

The mechanical squirrel circled around it a few times, then pulled away for a short distance, stopped on a stone a little farther away and looked back at Mecaron, who could not make a sound to speak, but Mecaron sensitively sensed that it was signaling itself to follow it.

As a leader, Mercaron was well aware of his role in the clan, and knew that nature could not be left easily, but at this moment, a strong premonition welled up in its chest, making it difficult to calm down. It felt as if something that could change the tide of battle awaited it, and perhaps it would not be an exaggeration to call it fate or apocalypse, Mercaron himself was the caster, and for the caster, this unusual feeling often foreshadowed something, like that dream.

Remembering the dream, Mecaron's steps became firm, and he began to walk in the direction of the mechanical squirrel, and when he saw the latter follow, the little guy who had led the way in front of him also jumped forward again.

Mercaron's anomaly alarmed its men, and when the bearish warriors came up to him to ask why, Mercaron did not say a word, but quickened his pace even more, and its premonition that something was going to happen grew stronger as it progressed, until it reached the end of the cliff where they usually did not make a detour, and Mercaron and his followers found something very similar to the equipment used by the gnolls.

"What is this?"

Several of the bear monster warriors who followed Mecaron asked in surprise, they didn't receive the divine revelation, so they only had a blank face.

But Mecaron was clearly aware of something, and it couldn't hide its excitement as it walked towards the machines, always more keenly than the rest of the people, realizing that perhaps this might really be a turning point that opened the way for the current anxious display.

No, maybe a clarion call for a counteroffensive!

The mechanical squirrel stopped motionless on top of the two machines. Mecaron walked over to it, and after realizing that it was not dodging, he gently held it in the palm of his hand: "You, are you a messenger sent by the gods?" ”

Mecaron asked in the language of the Bear Monster.

Although it seemed to everyone that this was a meaningless question, because the other party could not speak, it was surprising that the mechanical squirrel's eyelid blinked, as if to prove that it understood what Mercaron meant, and before the latter could say anything in surprise, the next second, a certain illusion cast on it was activated.

The illusion quickly pulled Mercaron into another world, which was not the first time, so Mercaron didn't make a fuss, and learned the name of the god Eren from the illusion, and the origin of the two so-called trebuchet devices - a gift from the gods to save the bear monsters.

By the time Mecaron came back to his senses from the illusion, the mechanical squirrel in his hand was gone, and when he asked the other clansmen, they were just scratching their heads in a daze, not knowing why.

Mercaron was silent for a moment, as if digesting the information in front of him, and when his gaze finally focused on the two catapults placed horizontally in front of him, the corners of Mercaron's mouth opened its fangs.

"It's our turn to fight back."

With this sentence, it seems to foreshadow the beginning of the endless war between jackals and bear monsters in the following thousands of years.