Because the first wall was no longer guarded by the people, the wandering soldiers of Falun still couldn't wait to climb up, they crowded on the top of the wall, constantly trying to climb the second wall with the help of ladders or other methods, but the depth of a hundred feet was not so friendly to the battering towers or battering rams, but it was able to form enough suppression for the ladder, even if the wandering soldiers poured it down, laid it flat, stuck on the battlements of the first city wall at one end, and stretched out towards the second wall at one end, the height of the ladder was only sixty feet, and the distance of forty feet could only allow birds to fly overor the kangaroos of the other dimension jumped over with all their might when life and death were at stake, and the outcasts who were panting immediately switched ways, they lowered the ladder, leaned against the second wall, and then tried to climb up from the top of the ladder, grease and feces poured down again, and the invader who bit the dagger in his mouth immediately fell as fast as raindrops on a glass window.

The second wall was twenty feet higher than the first, but the incitement of the previous was still echoing in the hearts of those who had no place to live and had no food to eat, who longed to enter the city and enjoy all that they had not even been able to obtain in their dreams before, and they grunted like wild beasts, walking between the gaps in the walls, some untying off the remnants of their cloth and trying to tie the two ladders together, others shouting for a higher ladder, and others trying to remove the stones that blocked the gates, but they soon found that the cracks in the stones were all finer rubble and sandAnd the gravel and the sea sand were stirred by gum (a product from the Dragonfire Islands), and after condensation, it was as hard as a stone, condensing the gravel pile into an airtight whole, and just as these futile fellows raised their heads and wanted to find help from others, they suddenly heard a rumbling sound like thunder in the distance, only very slightly. Is it going to rain? It may be a good thing for them, for the rain will extinguish the flames that are ignited by the grease poured on the ladders, and the fires used by the guarding army to boil dung and grease, and the rain will obscure their figures.

A knight at Cape Fortress looked down on the second wall, and he saw something that would not happen in a regular army—the enemy was collecting the corpses of their companions, piling them up, and then trying to stand a ladder on top of the pile. He couldn't help but show a look of disgust, and then, he saw that a new ladder had appeared on the top of the first city wall that had been occupied, more and more ropes fell from the battlements of the first city wall, and the Falun soldiers grabbed the ropes and stepped on the stone bricks of the city wall and slid down, they leaned the new ladder against the city wall, and the previous outcast soldiers let out an excited cry: "Are these real soldiers?" the knight asked, and his companion nodded, "It should be." ”

They waited, because they needed to consume as much of the enemy's true strength as possible, but the mezzanine was already filled with the filthy outcasts, and they had been given a new ladder and were climbing up at all costs, when a knight rushed up and chopped down the first outcast, then lifted his foot and kicked it hard, and the man above fell down with the ladder, "Please go and ask our archon." The knight said, "It seems that we don't have much time." And his companion replied, "No, look." ”

The knight turned his head to look, and the first thing he saw was a small dot of light, so bright that it was too bright to look at, but then the knight realized that it was the water reflecting the sun, and at this time, their enemies knew nothing, until the rumble of the water outweighed their shouts, and some of them searched for the source of the sound in confusion, and then they saw a rushing stream of water tumbling at them from a corner, and the current rolled up the corpse, shook the ladder and overturned it— At first, the water only reached their waists, but in the blink of an eye, the water was already topping— Compared with the soldiers and knights from the southern countries, it was the humble homeless soldiers who were able to learn to swim the water because they had lived at the foot of the Bi Dian Fort, that is, by the sea, but the problem was that the speed of the water was so fast, mixed with corpses and weapons, it was very difficult for them to barely keep floating on the water, and the leather armor on their bodies was also extremely obstructive at this moment, heavy like a piece of black iron. A vagrant soldier cried out in pain when his calf was cut by something sharp, and at once he drank a large gulp of water, the water was salty, was it seawater?, he thought, and then a rotting sea fish slapped rightly in his face, as if to find a corroboration for his thoughts—the cold sea water had cleared his mind a little from the drunkenness and greed, and he suddenly realized that this was also a form of defense for the people of the Bean Fortress, but how did they get so much sea water to such a high place? As soon as his simple mind thought about it, he was thrown straight to the end of the wall by the tide of rage, and the human skull was shattered against the hard stone bricks, and his thinking stopped.

The knights watched in awe, and where they could not see, the two councillors were retracting their hands from opening the brackets, and their robes were completely soaking wet on their backs—this was more than a thousand years, and not many people knew about the strange devices set up by the dwarves and gnomes for the Bullland Fortress under the orders of the silver dragon, and no one cared, and some of the councillors were dissatisfied that there was a huge cavern under the city and a hollow pipe that sucked the sea water up, and it was only because of the great cost of filling them up— After so long, they weren't even sure if it could be opened, in fact, there was a slight problem with the device, a crack appeared in one of the caverns, and all the water in it flowed away, but fortunately the cavern had been split into two parts, and the rest of the part could still fill the entire mezzanine.

The cries, wails and roars of the human beings gradually disappeared, and the defenders of the fortress stared at the water, using arrows to finish what the water did not accomplish, and after the water slowly disappeared, the corpses in the meadow were piled up like sedimentary sea sand, as if they were shocked, and the soldiers on the first wall suddenly disappeared, replaced by three vague shadows, "It's the mage!" A priest reminded of the magic of protecting those around him, but the three shadows disappeared from the walls with just a few flicks of their wrists.

"What are they here for?" asked the knight.

"I don't know, but be vigilant. The priest replied, and then he paused, for he did not know if he was mistaken, for one of the dead, who had been drowned, shot by arrows, slashed by swords, or burned by flames, and who had fallen from a height, was squirming slightly, and out of the mercy of a priest, he did not immediately cry out, and let the soldiers around him shoot the survivor— He did not think that the latter still had the strength to climb the ladder and swing the sword, but he kept a cautious eye on the place, and then, just as the knight had seen, his mercy was suddenly replaced by astonishment, and before the knight could ask, he threw a shiny invisible arrow, which focused exactly on the man who had risen from the corpse, nay, should not have said that it was a man, for his head was twisted all over his back, and there was no possibility of survival by any one looking at it, and he walked laughably, staggering, and though his eyes and feet were in a terrible opposite position, what attracted him was not to be seen, for example- The breath of the living.

As soon as the priest's magic struck him, he fell and melted. But all the dead around him, or more correctly, were getting up, and the priest glanced around, almost thinking he was in a nightmare: "The gods are above, how many necromancers have they hired?"

When people mention necromancers and lichs, they will imagine an army of necromancy, but in fact, whether it is a gray robe or an undead, there is a limit to the number of dead they can summon and manipulate, and the corpses that the lich can control can be in groups, entirely because his undead servants also have the ability to summon, just like the human army, there are knights under the command of the lord, and the knights have their servants, minions, and the soldiers may have one or two slaves, which is a normal thing. But now the number of dead people surging in the mezzanine far exceeded what the priests had expected, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was an army, after all, they were the vanguard of the Falun in the first place.

The dead were huddled together, they were all soaked, and even if there was grease, the flames would only be extinguished quickly, and now they didn't care about swords, arrows, or stones, their nails and teeth scraping against the stone bricks of the city wall with a terrible cacophony of sounds, stacked from one and two, like a misshapen cone-shaped hill, crooked but firmly above the wall, this time tempting them no longer food, gold coins and women, but the sweet flesh of the living, their throats made a low, faint howl that sounded even more terrible than the previous howl, and the priests were quickly summoned to the second wallThey looked worriedly at the thousands of dead - their magic also required prayer and time, and there were many disciples and apprentices among them, who were not strong enough to drive the dead to where they were supposed to go.

And at that moment, one of the paladins of Tyre suddenly shouted, and the light flickered around him, blocking the body of a priest, if he had not always been on high alert, perhaps the priest would have died, and then the figure of the dragon was seen, and it and his knight were hiding in the clouds, and just as the attention of the people was drawn to the dead, it swooped down, and the knight threw a short spear, which bounced off after touching the paladin's barrier, and pierced straight into the stone bricks beneath the battlement, and even after a turn, its power still made it deeply embedded in the hard stone。

Then, as if mocking them, the dragon flew into the sky with the knights and the mages and warlocks of the Wizards, and the Speaker of the Cape Fortress was most feared, the Lords had many spellcasters, and they only had priests and paladins here, they were not powerless in the face of magic, but the difference in numbers, especially the casters, was almost fatal. Flames, acids, and poisonous mist poured down on the walls and even the edges of the city without any cease, and if it weren't for the dense ballistas, the dragons might have flown into the city - but there were too many, and the priests and paladins could only support the white light of the protective magic to protect the knights and soldiers of the castle, but in doing so, they became extremely passive, and the warlocks and mages of the Wizards laughed and threw vicious spells, and the dragon fire enveloped them without stopping.

A priest could barely hold on, he was still very young, and when the dragon fire that could melt even the stone bricks was only a stone's throw away, when the knight he could not save in time was corroded into a skeleton by acid before his eyes, and staggered to his broadsword, his tongue seemed to be petrified, and his eyes were full of tears, whether it was remorse or fear, he did not know, but he only knew that he was going to die, and together with the people he had sheltered, just a hundred feet away from them, the pale dead had already crossed the battlement。

When the young priest heard the humming, he hesitated for a moment, like the royal capitals of various countries, or important cities, there are restrictions on teleportation spells, it is said that it was set by the mage of the silver dragon more than a thousand years ago, and the spellcasters at that time were much more powerful than the current spellcasters, even after so many years, as a free city, the fortress of the blue headland is still fortunate to be under the shadow of the law, and it stands to reason that no one can directly teleport to the city.

The blue light extended from one point, first on the sides, then downward, and finally closed, and an old man with a strange face came out of it, he was so old, the top of his head was bald, his beard was sparse, and his skin was like a turtle with layers of wrinkles, but his eyes were still bright, or rather, too bright, but when he looked at the young priest, the priest even trembled unconsciously, but because he was dressed in a black robe, he should have been just a mage, not a warlock, or a necromancer, he just waved his staff, and the rapid golden-red flames rose into the air, and its dazzlingness even exceeded that of dragon fireThe heat swept in, and the knights' skeletons and the soldiers' corpses burned in the flames, turning into charred ashes between breaths.

Then, from that portal, more mages came out, some of them were very young, a little younger than the priests, some of them had been deeply marked by time, but none of them showed fear or hesitation, and several of them looked sad as their eyes swept over the ruined walls.

"Excuse me......" asked the young priest, "who are you?"

"Alva," replied the oldest mage, "young man, I have spent nearly twenty years in the Fort of Capeland. ”