Shout! Shout! Shout!

On the walls of the palace of the jungle, arrows rained down. The elven feathered arrows slammed into the steel baffle, then slipped in vain, being trampled into the dirt by the hooves of the camel beast on the ground.

Gredy's kiss is not something that can be moved by human beings. A full four hundred camel beasts dragged it slowly towards the city gate.

Only by attacking these camel beasts can this terrible battering ram stop. However, these camels are draped in stainless steel baffles, and even their eyes are covered.

In the past, enough armor-piercing arrows, or powerful spells, could inflict the death of these camels. But don't forget, the Jungle Court has long since run out of ammunition. Even in the past when elven mages were most abundant, it was not easy to deal with these camel beasts, not to mention the current situation when most of the mages died in battle and the survivors generally lacked magic power.

After twelve years of war, the Singh elves have almost bled dry.

The only way now is to shoot the hooves of the camel beast with the elves' superb archery skills, and there is no protection from the baffle in that place.

But that's easier said than done.

Moreover, the human crossbowmen were already in place, and they threw crossbow arrows from a distance, so that the defenders at the head of the city could barely lift their heads.

There were also trebuchets that kept throwing burning oil canisters, lined up a few miles from the city walls. They have poor accuracy, but they are very threatening. Many buildings in the royal court were set on fire. Occasionally, a shot that hits the city wall will cause a tragic sacrifice.

Kerry was calm, and a feathered arrow flew out of his fingertips. After flying four hundred yards, he accurately shot into the ankle of a camel beast.

The camel let out a mournful cry and fell crookedly. Unfortunately, very few elves possessed such amazing archery skills as Kerryben, and there were still more than 300 camel beasts unscathed.

They dragged battering rams, and with the corpses of their companions, they were already approaching the walls.

Kerry knew he was naïve, he promised his best friend twenty hours, and now in less than five hours, the royal court will be broken. Once Gredy's Kiss hits the gates, it will be the end of the Singer Elves.

He didn't expect this battering ram to appear here, but even if he did, how could he guard against it. The Singh elves are trapped in the lonely city, and the human empire has a way to destroy them, and the difference is only a matter of time.

How he wished that he could use his life, for his people, for Cremar to buy these ten hours of time.

"Give the order to go down and don't continue to shoot the camels. Fight back at the human crossbowman position. Kerriben bowed his head, avoiding one of the feathered arrows, "Also, draw two teams of men and assemble behind the city gate." ”

He drew his scimitar, and now, he could only make a desperate bet.

Underneath the huge battering ram, a small space made up of another metal baffle, where more than a hundred human soldiers gathered. Because of their tight protection, they are not attacked by elven arrows. Arriving at the city gates, these soldiers need to use the winch wheel to shake the huge battering ram to destroy the elven gates.

The only thing to worry about is that the fire oil may fall at the head of the city. The metal baffle can prevent falling rocks, but it can't prevent flames. However, most of the soldiers carried water bags, and if the flames were not too violent, they could not be extinguished.

The leading officer looked through the small grid in front of him and saw the city gate in front of him.

"Get ready!" He shouted backwards, "Fifty yards more!" ”

Then, he continued to look back at the city gate.

He had already begun to fantasize about the rewards and promotions that the emperor had given him after the fall of this huge thick gate. How wonderful! As long as this door can be opened...... Open it.

The door opened a crack.

Kerriben led two teams of elven warriors, wielding scimitars, and rushed to the battering ram in a few breaths.

At this time, the door behind it slowly closed again.

It turned out that Kerry had noticed on the city wall that although Gredy's kiss could not be shaken, perhaps because of the fear of elven arrows, the rest of the human army was not very close. They probably hoped that after the battering ram had destroyed the gate, they would rush in again.

Anyway, the elves can't help Gredy's kiss, so let this battering ram take the lead.

Unexpectedly, Kerry did the opposite, and suddenly attacked at a very close distance from the battering ram. Fifty yards away, before the human forces around them could react, the gates were closed again.

At this time, Kerry Ben led two elf squads of more than thirty people, and had already begun to deal with those camel beasts protected by the baffle.

The elves could not defeat them with bows and arrows, but with a scimitar they were a breeze.

An elf leaped and rolled around on the ground, the scimitar in his hand slicing against the ground with his movements. A thread of blood flew by, and the heavily injured camel beast instantly lost its four hooves. It screamed and fell to the ground.

In a moment, a large number of camel beasts were killed. The human soldiers hiding under the battering ram rushed out in a noisy, but they were not wearing armor in order to carry the water bags, and they were not the best of the elven scimitars at all.

The speed of Gredy's kiss slowed down significantly.

Kerry was confident that he would kill most of the camels before the human army could join in, rendering the battering ram useless. Then use the ropes cast from the city gate to return to the city again.

The Imperial Army was in formation, and Emperor Belisarius chuckled. He put down his delicate crystal binoculars and smiled to the side:

"Brabant is really clever, you dug the hole, and the king of Singh really jumped down."

"Your Majesty said the day before yesterday that there is a lack of a forest ranger, and our subordinates naturally want to share your Majesty's worries and try to capture King Singh alive." Brabant raised his wine glass reservedly, "This is the principle of hunting, surrounded on three sides, leaving only one way to live, even if the beast knows that there is an ambush, it can only jump down."

Kerry, the king of Singh, was already at the end of his rope and was unable to organize any effective counterattack. When he realizes that Gredy's kiss is a bit aggressive, the only way left is to venture out. ”

"It seems that this method has been tried and tested against wild beasts, and if the king of Singh abandons the city and burrows into the mountains, it will not be easy to dig him out again. My hunting garden is in dire need of care. Belisarius and Aiqing had a false clash, "But why did Aiqing think that Kerry would have gone out in person?" ”

"Your Majesty laughed, when did King Singh not take the lead. Strictly speaking, this is a noble chivalry. ”

"I ...... Calswin lacked such a spirit. ”

"If you don't count Your Majesty, then Calswin does lack chivalry, but with Your Majesty, chivalry seems too redundant."

"Hahaha"

The monarch and the minister looked at each other and laughed heartily.

While Belisarius was enjoying the sycophants of his vassals, Kerry Ben was already in a desperate situation.

A group of light cavalry, which was originally far away, took advantage of the moment when the elves slashed and killed the camel beasts, and went straight into the elves' retreat. Kerry had cut down most of the camels, and when he turned around to evacuate, he found that his retreat was already full of enemies.

The enemy phalanx, which was originally some distance away, suddenly showed its fangs, and their division of labor was orderly and their goals were clear.

The crossbowmen covered the elven archers who were covering the city gates, and the sword and shield men quickly intervened between the light cavalry and the elves, forcing the elven troops back and moving further and further away from the walls.

A group of cuirassiers, which had been far away from the battlefield, had already begun to accelerate, and in a matter of moments, the two squads of Kerribben would be devastated.

The king of Singh knew that he had been deceived, and it turned out that the few flaws exposed on the battlefield were simply the traps set by Belisa.

They used the bait of Gredy's Kiss to catch a big fish. The reason was not just the lack of a ranger in Belisarius, but something that was clear to both sides of the war.

Kerryben, the king of Singh, is the only confidence that the elves can resist. As long as you can kill Kerribben on the battlefield, the war will end immediately.

Of course, it would be even better if it could be captured alive.

The human sword and shield hands squeezed the space of the elven squad, and they were silent, seeking no merit but no fault. The shield was firmly in front of him, and his comrades were on the side. If a desperate elven warrior tries to jump into the battle formation to open the gap, he will be quickly slashed by the long knives of the second column.

Even before the cuirassiers' onslaught arrived, there were only five people left around Kerryben, and the rest of the elven warriors were either killed by the sneak attack of the stray arrows or killed by the long knives.

He glanced back at the royal court, and on the city wall, the elven defenders were screaming in despair. Some warriors desperately drew their scimitars and jumped off the city wall, desperate to come to the rescue of the king. But the hussars who were cruising down the walls cut off their heads one by one with their sabers.

The city gate is even more dead, the porch is full of human soldiers, rashly open the door to rescue, and have to kill these enemies first, it is impossible to arrive in time.

The sweat on Kerryben's face was dripping with blood, both his own and his enemies'. He gasped loudly, feeling his lungs burn like fire.

The enemy is silently advancing, and the king of the elves is already alone. His weapon shattered, his strength exhausted, and he instinctively clenched the broken scimitar in his hand.

Maybe in the next moment, he will fall.

But at this most critical moment, in the royal court, a burst of white light rose into the sky.

"Kerryben!"

Cremar shone with a dazzling arcane aura, and the Ain Stone above his head had been fully activated. He turned into a meteor and fell beside Kerryben, and two chains of lightning swept around.

The swordmen and shield men and light cavalry of the brigade were charred by electricity.

The crossbowman phalanx hurriedly turned the fire, and Kremar opened his ten fingers with both hands, and five bursting fireballs flew out, completely overturning the human crossbowman phalanx of more than a hundred people.

The charge of the cuirassiers was already close at hand, and they lined up in a wall, overwhelmingly pressing over, and the momentum was amazing.

The white-robed mage Cremar opened his mouth, and a terrifying voice of supermagic roared out of his mouth. The knights' horses were frightened and screamed and raised their front hooves. The entire wall charge collapsed in an instant, and the cuirassiers were thrown off their horses, trampled in confusion, causing a large number of casualties for a while.

The powerful mage actually changed the entire battle situation with his own strength.

Bang!

Belisa, who was in the formation, broke the cup in a fit of rage.

"Where's the mage?" He shouted angrily, "Where's our mage?!" ”

Of course, the mages were there, and in fact, when Kremar turned into a meteor and lifted off into the sky, the mage troops in the rear of the Imperial Army's main formation also picked up their wands.

Many high-level mages who have mastered the art of dancing the sky have also risen to the sky, ready to show their skills on the battlefield of this mage.

Then they saw the Ayn Stone above Cremar's head, the fully activated Aine Stone, and one by one they immediately froze.

The Ainstone is a true miracle creature that not only provides mages with near-infinite magical power, but also forcibly breaks through the limits of spell slots, allowing the caster to cast spells infinitely for a certain period of time.

Mages are usually very sorry for their lives, but they won't touch this kind of real **. The Flying Archmages slowly moved back and formed a defensive formation, surrounding Belisarius.

"Why don't you go up and stop him!"

His Majesty the Emperor was furious with the mages who had fought against his fate.

The leader of the casters took the liberty of explaining to Belisarius the power of the Ayn Stone.

Spellcasters are noble professions, and even the Emperor cannot order them to die - the Empress Dowager is about the same.

"What? So the white-robed Cremar is now an invincible existence? The Emperor laughed angrily, "Then he comes over and kills me now, and you can only watch?" ”

"Well, not really." The leader of the spellcasters said embarrassedly, "No matter how strong he is, he can't break through the defenses of hundreds of spellcasters. ”

"After all, I'm still afraid of death!"

Belisarius understood that no one wanted to take the lead and die.

The leader of the spellcasters bowed his head, acquiescing to this, but in order to make up for it, he said again.

"Your Majesty doesn't need to be in a hurry, forcibly activating the Ayn Stone like this is a very high price. The powerful mana will completely destroy the mana channel in his body, and if nothing else, he can last up to an hour, and after that, he will lose the ability to cast spells forever. ”

"Humph!"

Belisarius snorted coldly from his nostrils, reluctantly accepting the statement. The Silver Crown Jungle has a deep heritage, and it is not unacceptable to take out a legendary Ain Stone in a desperate situation. The front-line troops suffered heavy losses, and Kremar single-handedly caused the death of nearly five hundred people. But this doesn't hurt the muscles and bones, the encirclement of the entire Elven Royal Court of the human race is as high as 300,000, and he doesn't care if there are a dozen more Kremar Ears.

It's just that the forest ranger who arrived flew away, which made the emperor very unhappy.

Cremar's situation was worse than the Imperial casters had imagined.

The huge and turbulent magic power was stirring in his body, frantically destroying his body, and his eyes and ears flowed with a faint milky white liquid, which was the blood burned by the magic power.

As if he didn't feel such pain, Cremar pulled up Kerribben, who had fallen out of force.

"Come back with me." He said mildly, "The people need you." ”

Kerry looked at his best friend's miserable appearance, his eyes welling up with tears.

"You shouldn't have come! Cremar, you shouldn't have come! Of course he knew the side effects of forcibly using the Ironstone, "What about the misty lock?" ”

Although he is saved here now, without the lock, there is really no hope for the Singer elves. Cremar may be the only spellcaster in this world who can channel the Locks.

"There is no lock, there can be something else." Cremar's attitude was very tough, he gave up the spell casting halfway, and even risked self-destruction to activate the Ayn Stone, but it was not just a momentary whimsy, "Without you, the Singh elf is really finished!" ”

In this god-forsaken realm, Kerry was the only reason why the Singer elves resisted.

Kerry nodded sadly and handed his hand to his best friend.

On the battlefield, at an angle that no one noticed, a hand appeared from the void without warning.

The hand held the dagger and pierced Cremar's body, then took the Aine Stone from the top of his head.

Cremar's expression froze on his face.

"Let's go!"

He barely had time to say these two words before he closed his eyes and passed out.

This momentary turn of events stunned both sides on the battlefield, but the first to react were the spellcasters flying in the sky, and they were all nimble minds.

I was greedy for life and afraid of death just now, I'm afraid that I have been hated by His Majesty the Emperor, and now that the biggest threat is gone, why don't you hurry up and grab the credit!

As for the strange hand...... The gods are on the side of the humans, and that's so morale-boosting.

"Oh oh oh, Brabant, guess what I'm thinking?" In this formation, Belisarius even rubbed his hands excitedly.

"I guess it's the Ayn Stone?" Brabant pretended not to know.

"I will build another temple for the great Musk! Make a statue of a god out of pure gold! Belisarius declared loudly. In any case, the blatant help of the gods is a thing that makes mortals happy. Even if he is the god of thieves, even if his purpose may be just that one Ain Stone.

On the battlefield, the gates of the Elven Court were wide open, and the anxious defenders abandoned their defenses and desperately rushed towards the King of Singh not far away. Even if they were all sacrificed, they would bring back their king.

In the midst of the Imperial army, the whining trumpets sounded. The emperor had already given the order for a general attack. They will drown out the resistance of the Singer elves with a torrent of steel that will overwhelm them.

In the sky, flying mages with wands held alof, they are close at hand, and in a moment they will capture King Singh alive.

But at this moment, at this moment, here, Kerry was lonely.

Cremar closed his eyes tightly, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Kerry rested his best friend's head on his lap and stared vacantly at the world.

The snow is finally falling.

The fluttering snowflakes and the light fluttering, no matter how the creatures on the earth fight, will not affect these winter elves in the slightest.

They flutter and fall, piling up a world covered in silver.

Fate, like these snowflakes that can't stop falling.

Kerryben, the king of Singh, felt very tired.

"That's the end, right?" He touched his best friend's face, and then aimed the broken blade in his hand at his heart.