As soon as the snake demon died, Arcie quickly retreated.

The cowardly demon on the other side hurried to the edge of the trench. These brainless low-level demons screamed, but when they arrived, they saw neither the enemy nor the mid-level and high-level demons who were supposed to be in command of themselves.

There was only a circle of trenches under the fortress.

It's not right to say it's a circle, the trenches are all zigzag. The ditch was one meter deep and half a meter wide, and some sections were damaged, but nothing else.

The cowards were very timid, and they were all huddled by the edge of the trench at a loss. But the men and horses of the Yeke family had already caught up, and thousands of noble armies rushed forward like a swarm.

The gnolls of the Yerk family are also extremely tall, and after catching up with the cowardly demons, they drive these cannon fodder and continue forward, asking them to explore the way in the trenches.

But the gnoll is not a berserker, and the deterrent power is not enough. There are more cowards, and instinctively aware of the danger of continuing forward, they are not afraid of the gnolls.

The gnolls stopped, the Knights of the Thorn Crown stopped, and the first few thousand receiving troops could only run towards the two wings, which was equivalent to encircling the fortress of dense fog. Behind them, there were a large number of Northland nobles who were influenced by Ciric, and they were also red-eyed, riding horses, and fighting bravely.

Slowly, the attacking team began to try to enter the trench three hundred meters deep. They crossed tentatively, carefully probed, and moved little by little towards the walls of the fortress.

The five hundred archers of the Buchi family stared at the dark and dreary fortress wall, and fired seven or eight rounds in a row in the form of projectiles into the fortress. Hundreds of wizards are scattered across a dozen teams, using the Illumination Technique, or 'Unquenchable Flame', to light up the battlefield.

But the battlefield, which was still very lively just now, is too quiet at the moment. Until someone shouted in surprise, "Attention, there are tunnels in these trenches." ”

It was Harding, the young city lord from Broken Bridge City, who shouted this. The young nobleman, dressed in the best armor and armed with the finest weapons, was protected by more than twenty knights and wizards of the family, but was stabbed to death with a spear from under the trench.

Lord Harding was studying the course of the trench and discovered a semi-enclosed tunnel by the way. He tried to open a stone slab blocking the tunnel, while also sending a warning to the surrounding nobles.

Then a spear poked out from behind the stone slab, piercing Harding's visor and piercing a large hole in his face.

But this shout is enough.

The battlefield outside the fortress was once again lively, first a raging fire broke out in some of the trenches, and the fire spread rapidly. Then a large number of dwarven defenders rushed out of the preset tunnels, and then thousands of heavily armored pikemen appeared.

The fire came so fast that in a minute or two it spread throughout the fortifications outside the fort. The fiery ravines divided the battlefield into dozens of areas, and the noble forces in each area were instantly unable to communicate with each other and help each other.

And in a separate area, the nobles would find themselves suddenly under siege. Hundreds of enemies are attacking them, and the opponents are always more numerous and stronger than them.

The fuel for the fire comes from a by-product of the dry distillation of coal, which burns at extremely high temperatures and carries smoke with it. Except for those cowardly demons called Chirp, the other human nobles and servants were not easily immune to fire damage.

The preset wall of fire is at least four or five meters wide. A noble wizard raises his staff and unleashes an ice storm in an attempt to extinguish the fire. But when the storm came, it couldn't put out the fire. The slightly suppressed fire quickly recovered, and even burned even more vigorously.

The spell-caster even brought disaster in his sight, a barrage of bone spears in the darkness, followed by a dozen strengthened skeleton warriors.

This time, it was the Necromantic Chief of Coldwind City who personally joined the warband, and Todd, who wielded an alloy steel battle axe, rushed ahead to attack the battle. They can always fight more and fight less, and clear the nobles in a certain area as quickly as possible.

The lord of Farrell of Fort Clarion hurried to the edge of the trench on horseback with all his subordinates, only to see at least two or three thousand of his own men and horses trapped in the divided sea of fire.

Farrell pulled the reins, stopped the horse's hooves, and stopped outside the trench fortifications. He looked around, and saw that just a dozen meters away from the flames, Old Yeke in Long Night City was being besieged.

"Farrell, for the sake of fellow Northland nobles, save me." Old Yeke set out with a fierce momentum, but now he was burned by the fire, his beard was black, his armor was crooked, and he was embarrassed.

Only two of the five unarmoured sons of the Yerk family remained. There were dozens of corpses lying at his feet, all of them stabbed to death like gourds by heavily armored pikemen.

The pikemen swept in dense formations, simply invincible in the limited space. Their commander carried a large shield of bright silver, and shouted in battle in the light of the fire.

"Archer, shoot the one with the shield." Farrell tried to save Old Yerk, but he refused to run into the flames easily. He called in several family wizards to try to extinguish the fire, and at the same time brought in archers to help.

The fire was too big, and no special arcane was prepared, and the wizard's extinguishing effect was not good. Archers are also largely ineffective against heavily armored pikemen and bright silver shields.

Instead, a wave of accurate arrows was fired from time to time in the flames, or gunshots like bursting beans, killing the archers summoned by Farrell one after another.

"Pharrell, help me. I'm willing to give you half of the territory. "Old Jerk, in the midst of the fire, has been cornered with no way out. There were two or three hundred heavily armored pikemen in front of him, but less than fifty of his men remained.

Farrell didn't know whether to rejoice or be shocked. He had never seen such a large fire, and ordinary flames could not burn such fierce heat. This must have been arranged in advance, just waiting for the aristocratic side to rush in.

Fortunately, he did not fall into such a vicious trap, and was shocked that this fire killed at least 20% of the troops of the noble side - 20% of the casualties in a battle is a terrible number, and it can almost be declared a defeat.

"Where's your Knights of the Thorn Crown?"

"This fire came too suddenly, and my other three sons were divided into the front with the main force of the Knights. Someone threw flames at them that would stick to them, and they couldn't get out. Save me, we can fight back. ”

Save the ghost!

As Old Yeke shouted, one of the two sons who was guarding him was shot by a sharp arrow, and the other was also pierced with several bloody holes by Rulin's spear. He immediately let out a cry of grief and turned back to fight hard.

The flames shook and the scene was distorted.

Farrell didn't even see what happened to Old Yeke, anyway, the fighting and screaming on the other side of the sea of fire soon stopped, and the more than 800 teams in Long Night City almost didn't play any role, even if it was all over.

The reins were pulled, and the horses retreated. Farrell watched left and right, trying to clear his chaotic mind. He was sure that in such a preset battlefield, there was no possibility of a breakthrough on the aristocratic side. A large number of nobles could only stand outside the fire and watch.

"Pharrell."

Suddenly a continuous stream of mud and earthen walls appeared in the midst of the fire, and a figure in tattered clothes burst out of it. After the other party recognized the city lord of Hornfort, he shouted sadly.

He is Master Vesta, a well-known high-level wizard in the Northlands, who has always been respected. But he was at a loss at the moment, his hair was messy, and his face was still hot and foaming.

"Pharrell, we have to evacuate. Where is Lord Friedman? He must be given the order to evacuate as soon as possible. ”

Vesta fled the fire, refueling himself with several flasks and summoning a shadow horse. He looked panicked as if something extremely terrible had happened, "If you don't evacuate, it's too late." ”

Evacuate?

The battle is bad, but it's not to the point of evacuation, is it?

The battle is fought to this point, the offensive is reorganized, and the gritted teeth can hold on for a while. As soon as the evacuation was called, everyone's morale collapsed, and they could no longer pull the team.

But Vesta grabbed Farrell's hand and cried out, "Victor. Hugo, he flew on the city wall. I just got closer and sensed it, and the guy entered legendary territory. ”

it!

Legend?!

You don't say it sooner.

Farrell immediately turned around.