The gnolls attacked with great momentum, and with the help of ballistas, they were invincible all the way. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Just as they were already looking for victory, a huge slingstone flew out from behind the last hurdle of the bear monsters, shattering their ambitions.

Catapults rumble, and death falls from the sky.

It's a disaster.

The gnolls were unprepared for such an attack, and when the first wave of boulders fell, many gnolls were directly smashed into meat sauce by the airborne stones, the only fortunate thing was that the accuracy of these catapults was not good, and the gnolls were relatively scattered, except for the first wave of unprepared falling stones, they did not cause a larger impact for the time being.

But this is a very slap in the face for the echinoderm jackal, who has always thought he was sure to win.

Silvermane was shocked and angry.

"What the hell is that, and why do stones fly down from the sky!"

It couldn't help but be surprised, Silvermane had already planned to rush in with his men after this last level was shot down by the ballista, and that was the real battle to the death. It believed that with Eren's magic and his own bravery, the previous victory over the Bears would be repeated, and that today, they would take the Bears' reign over the land, using it as a hunting pasture.

But plans never keep up with changes coming faster.

Silvermane was shocked to discover that not only did the bears have the same long-range weapons as them, but the catapult was more convenient to use than the ballista that used iron arrows. All they need is stones, and don't forget, the fortress itself is built on the mountains, and the only thing they need is stones.

As a result, a steady stream of stones fell from the sky, compensating for the precision with quantity and frequency, and raining death over the heads of the gnolls.

Soon, the gnolls discovered an even more critical piece of information.

There was no room for them to move along the narrow path, and if it wasn't for the barrier that Eren had created with defensive magic to save their lives, the gnolls would probably have been buried alive in this wave of attacks.

Of course, even Alan is unlikely to take care of everyone, he can only cover a radius of 5 meters, and outside of this range, it is difficult to preserve.

The gnolls suffered a lot of damage from this wave of attacks, and Silvermane was about to vomit blood in frustration, although the gnolls practiced terror. Domination is led by the strongest and most fearsome gnolls, but that doesn't mean that Silvermane will be indifferent to the death and wounding of his men.

Not only that, but the ballista used to siege the city was also destroyed in the wave of attacks just now.

Silvermane looked at Alan beside him as if for help, in its eyes, the purple-skinned spellcaster was almost omnipotent, but at this moment, Allen's eyebrows were tightly locked, and his mouth was telling the opposite of what Silvermane expected-

"Maybe we'll have to retreat here." He said.

"But!" Silvermane's eyes were full of unwillingness, and it was clear that it could already see the hope of victory, but it was going to give up halfway or something, and it felt unacceptable: "As long as we can attack now, even if the other party has this method of throwing stones, it should not be of much use." ”

Silvermane still used a little brain, it can see that in fact, the damage of the trebuchet to the troops is really nothing, and the reason why it really causes trouble and death to the jackals is that the narrow space of this small intestinal path and the cracked mountain gravel are too pitiful, as long as it can break through, the role of the trebuchet is like that.

Having said that, Alan didn't forget to remind it: "But the current situation of the ballista is completely inoperable, even if the gap is opened by the opponent's attack, forcing it to rush over will only increase the casualties, even if you finally rush in front of the other party and win those bear monsters, but in the end, how many people will survive is not easy to say, can the gnolls really withstand such sacrifices?" ”

Allen's words stunned Silvermane for a moment, and then glanced back.

War tends to make people get so excited that they lose sight of the most fundamental things. Silvermane hurriedly looked over with its one-eyed eye and found that the echinoderm jackals were no longer as energetic as they had been, and that their numbers were not large in the first place, but now they were even fewer. The gnolls were more or less bloodstained, wounded, and even wailed with missing arms and legs, and if Silvermane ordered them to charge, it was unknown how many of them would make it back alive - it almost forgot that the bears were better at fighting than they were.

Even if they win with the power of the mage, there is no future for the creatures that lose their tribe, and even if the gnolls win the bear monsters, there will be other creatures to destroy them in the future.

With this in mind, Silvermane made a decision.

"Everyone's worked hard, retreat."

Silvermane's words were immediately cheered by the gnolls, as if they had won the battle.

"Wise choice," Alan saw that Silvermane was obviously not interested, and comforted: "Actually, you don't have to worry, after this battle, the vitality of the bear monster has been greatly damaged, and it can no longer compete with the gnolls for the hunting rights in this area, and for a long time after that, this is the ranch of the gnolls." ”

Hearing Allen's words, Silvermane's eyes couldn't help but light up again.

Yes, although they retreated, they were still the victors in this war, those bear monsters died so much, now they can only rely on that level and these slings to survive, what to fight with them, with enough food, the tribe of the jackals will soon be able to multiply, and when the time comes, Silvermane will lead a large army and defeat each other with dignity.

Silvermane nodded heavily, directing the gnolls to begin to retreat in an orderly manner, and the other gnolls were relieved from the bottom of their hearts, it turned out that they had long lost their fighting spirit.

This made Silvermane also secretly scream a fluke, it almost forgot that its people's fighting spirit came and went quickly, especially not good at adversity combat, perhaps the reason why Silvermane itself was soaked in the spring water of the Well of Eternity, although it did not evolve as obviously as the Night Elves, and had a complete transformation, but compared to its compatriots, it had almost no bad habits and common diseases inherent in those gnolls.

The Gnolls are two-faced and desperate for food, but when Silvermane retreats, he still remembers Allen, the mage who helped them a lot.

"Don't worry about me," Alan said to the leader of the echinoderm gnolls, "I'm here to cover your retreat, and give the bears a big shot, so that they will remember that they won't dare to confront us head-on for a long time." By the way, I'll hand over these ballistas to transfer, so let's go. ”

Silvermane didn't talk any more nonsense, nodded gratefully at Allen, turned and led its people away in the direction of the foot of the mountain.

Looking at their disappearing backs, a smile appeared on the corner of Allen's mouth, and he said to himself, "This is finally done." ”

He turned his head and looked at the devastated camp of the bear monster, although it would be painful for a long time, but it would recover one day. When the time comes, the gnolls and bear monsters will probably be fighting for territory again, but what does it matter to Allen, as long as they all believe in themselves and use them for their own purposes, and they can't dominate the family.

With that in mind, Eren channeled the magic in his body and used his spell to blast the hill he was on, filling in the entire mountain path.

Despite the distance, Silvermane and his people still felt the earth shake.

"God Alan forbid." It glanced back and prayed.