Soon, Mercaron met the mortally wounded Lübeckson among the returned bear monsters. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This bear monster elder with the same identity as him was lying on the ground weakly at the moment, his whole body covered in blood, and the pinch of white hair on his chest was completely dyed red. Its left eye seemed to have been hit by some blunt object or stone, and it was so swollen that it could no longer open its eyes, and could only use the only remaining right eye to look at Mercaron, who came to it.

The sourness and pain in her eyes made Mecaron can't help but want to look away.

"I'm sorry." It says.

Without waiting for Mecaron to say anything, it repeated it again.

"I'm sorry."

I don't know if it was because it was regret that it didn't bring back Spielgeber, or because it was sad that it didn't save the lives of those people, this time, there were more than 400 bear monster warriors with the army, almost half of the bear monster population, but when they left in high spirits, they certainly didn't think that the result would be like this.

Not one in ten of the bears escaped safely, and what kind of nightmare they had encountered-Mercaron couldn't help but think of the scene in the dream.

That incomparably real dream, except that it was impossible to interfere with what happened, it was like witnessing the battlefield with your own eyes, and the result was the same.

Spielgeber died on the battlefield, and they suffered a crushing defeat.

But that didn't end there, and the terrible enemy was coming to the fortress and would soon be in the city.

Lübeckson was now hanging by a thread, and the heavy wound made it look dying, and it barely breathed, but it still stubbornly looked at Mecaron, and said its last command: "Enemy...... That terrible spellcaster is completely different from us, and he summons two large birds that spit lightning...... Our attacks were like grains of sand falling into the water, without a ripple, but the flames and snow summoned by the caster easily tore through our defenses......"

What Lübeckson said may be earlier than the dream that Mercaron saw, it missed the attack and defense battle of the mages at the beginning, but according to what Lübeckson said, it seems that it is not offensive and defensive at all, the situation is fundamentally one-sided, the spell he put has no effect on the other party at all, and the opponent's spell falls like a rain of death, a withered flower that freezes life, and instantly blinds the bear monsters, and then the army is defeated.

"Don't go head-to-head with each other......" Lübeckson muttered as he looked eagerly at Mecaron.

"I see, we still have a fortress, they can't attack it." With such a soft comfort, Mecaron shook Lübeckson's hand and said, "You can sleep quietly here for a while, and I will be back soon." ”

Lübeckson nodded, finally letting go of the other's palm and closing his eyes.

It was already weak, and perhaps in a little while, it would follow in the footsteps of Spielgeber and return to the earth.

"May the earth bless you."

Mercaron prayed and stood up, and although he wanted to be by his old friend's side, especially in such a difficult time, he still had important work to do.

The enemy is coming.

Mercaron saw a dense crowd of gnolls gathering at the foot of the mountain like a pool of water, its eyes turned blood-red with hatred, but it suppressed the urge to rush out and fight the enemy to the death, and now that Spirgerber and Lübeckson had fallen, the entire Ursa tribe had to rely on it - that was the duty they had entrusted to it, to protect the fortress that had so many Ursa Monsters' hearts and minds.

Mecaron straightened up and roared.

"The enemy is coming, ready to fight!"

Soon, the clansmen responded to its cry with the same passionate roar.

They took up arms --

Bears are not very good at bows and arrows (due to their small paw knuckles and sharp claws), but they are good at throwing javelins.

They sharpen the wooden poles they collected nearby and make them into javelins instead of bows and arrows. In fact, as long as they occupy the high ground in the vicinity, the javelins thrown by the bear monsters are more powerful than ordinary bows and arrows.

As mentioned before, there are a total of 5 levels in this fortress of the bear monster, each of which is a sheep's intestine path with seven twists and turns, and there is a steep mountain wall on the side, and there is no place for you to hide.

However, the bears can take advantage of the narrow passage of the cliff to occupy a high place and throw javelins at you, because the valley is such a passage, so a strong wind circulates in the valley all the year round, and the opponent can easily shoot you with a javelin, but you can't fight back, because from the bottom of the valley, whether you shoot arrows or throw stones, the wind will blow back.

That's what Alan was amazed at when they designed the fortress.

This is also a design that the bear monsters are proud of, and they firmly believe that as long as this fortress is there, no matter how sharp the enemy's weapons and magic are, they will not be able to conquer this strong fortress.

Maybe......

After a series of deflated or even crushing losses, they can launch a wave of counterattacks to tear apart the damned invaders and avenge their brothers and sisters with their own hands.

The bear monsters are gearing up one by one and waiting solemnly.

But for some reason, the gnolls gathered in front of the first level of the fortress and did not move.

What exactly are they waiting for?

Mercaron raised its eyes to look, and at a glance it saw the largest and most powerful silvermane among the jackals - its body was almost as good as the bears, and its powerful muscles were more agile and explosive, as if noticing the sight of the bears on the top of the fortress, and the silvermane bared its teeth with a mocking expression, as if "Lao Tzu just can't go over, what can you do with me?" Gesture.

In short, under-flattened.

Every bear monster has a violent temper, and a little bit of character like them is actually not very suitable for defending the city, but fortunately, the previous fiasco has taught them a lesson, and Mercaron, who sticks here, is quite a moderate faction among the bear monsters, and it did not give up its advantage because it was provoked in this way and chose to fight the other party head-on, which is why the other two elders always rest assured that it was in charge of the garrison.

In fact, Mercaron's heart was hotter than any bear monster, but even with its anger, it remained sane, and it longed to tear apart its enemies with its own hands and avenge the dead of its people, but it also knew that it was not now.

It's a game of patience, Mercaron thought.

However, the development of events was always beyond the expectations of the Elder Bear Monster, and it guessed the beginning, but what did not guess the end was that in the opponent's phalanx, at some point, two strange "monsters" appeared that they had never seen before, and at the same time as it let out a sound of surprise, the third ballista was summoned by Eren to the camp of the gnolls.

These ballistas were loaded, and there was no need for Alan to teach the gnolls anymore, he had already put them through practice when they were still in preparation, and now was the time to test the results.

The arrows used by the ballista are special iron arrows, about three meters long, even more than a spear, and their bowstrings are also specially made, the jackals rotate the winch according to the exercise, hold the bowstring until the full moon is in the buckle, and then the two spiny jackals cooperate to place the iron arrows that are about to be fired into the notch, and calibrate the angle.

Finally the bolt was pressed, and the bolt was fired, and despite the strong wind blowing in the valley and the distance of seventy or eighty meters, the iron arrow fired by the ballista continued to shoot directly into the wall made of wood, stone and earth by the bear monsters, and tore a huge crack in it.

As a result, many bear monsters tumbled off the walls of the fortress, writhing in pain.

The bears, who had no time to react, were gripped by indescribable fear, unable to comprehend what was happening, and after a moment of silence, two more iron arrows flew towards them with a devastating momentum.