Chapter 42: The Final Battle (Part II)

The battle intensified and entered a state of scorching. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The dark army, which had lost its spell suppression, was no longer afraid, and four or five teams of soldiers rushed to the bottom of the walls of Chanda with reinforced ladders.

The walls of Chanda are almost the same as those of ordinary castles, and the walls as high as three and a half stories (ten meters) always hold its position, and the thickness of the five meters of the city wall also gives it enough confidence - ordinary catapults cannot be smashed through at all.

However, the total strength of the city was only about five hundred, and one person had to deal with two enemy troops, or even three. However, Chanda mercenaries have always been known for their bravery, and ordinary mercenaries do not like to carry long-range weapons, they prefer the feeling of being hard-hitting. Even with some ranged weapons, they are all throwing axes and spears - which means that these mercenaries can only shoot a few rounds before taking a break.

Blake, as the commander of the battle to defend the city, simply hated this situation. Nima is a good defender, do you want me to take out the legendary [big bag of stones (34/34)] to entertain the opponent?!

Just as he was stunned for a while, another ladder was erected on the wall of Chanda. Seeing this, Blake divided two more crossbowmen and pointed to the ladder on the new rack: "Go!" Stay there! The crossbowman took the order, and Blake looked back at the remaining twenty or so crossbowmen beside him, and then at the twenty-odd cloud ladders hanging on the wall of Zenda, and covered his forehead: "One ladder to make one!" ”

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Taruo felt like her hand was about to go away.

The siege crossbow is half a man long and heavy in mass, but fortunately, Taruo can still move it, and the winding can barely be done, that is the frequency of shooting......

Hehe, Taruo is also a wonderful flower among the masters. Most of the battles so far have basically been fought into the pile of people with a cross sword, shooting magic at close range close to the face, no matter how you look like a magic swordsman's superfluous magic......

Taruo felt good about himself, and it seemed that he was planning to major in magic and minor in swordsmanship, and make himself look like a battle mage.

"At least that way you won't be able to do anything when the enemy gets close!" Taruo dropped the siege crossbow in his hand and drew his steel cross sword, which was a sword against the dark soldiers who jumped into the city wall!

There are basically no long-range attacks launched above the walls of the city - even more arrows will be fired in such a fierce battle. Clean. Now the battle has entered a real bloody moment, and the sound of swords colliding with swords resounded in the sky!

Count Arassis once again climbed the city wall, he locked on the leading mage in the distance, and the other party was not to be outdone, and one after another killing machines staggered above the battlefield, and even brought the sound of whirring wind.

"You have to die here today."

Count Arassis said, his eyes frozen for a moment. As soon as he waved the staff in his hand, the levitation technique was blessed on himself - after nearly an hour's rest, Count Arassis's magic had recovered (he even used some precious items to restore his magic power). He firmly believed that if he killed the enemy this time, the magic of the dark god system would definitely be destroyed by him!

"Die!! Scorching Ray !! ”

Beginning with Count Arassis, the second and final round of fighting is above the tragic battlefield of Chanda - open again!!

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Taruo dropped the cross sword in his left hand, wiped his face, and looked down to see that his hands were covered with red blood, and he didn't know whether it was the enemy's or his own.

Taruo felt very bad, and in the battle just now, he was unfortunately shot through his right arm by a stray arrow from a crossbowman who shot at the dark army above the city wall - so he could only use his left hand to slash, which caused Taruo's condition to get worse and worse, and he was almost hacked to death several times in a row, desperately dodging, but the wound was still about three or four millimeters.

He could only tear off a cloak of his own, hastily bandage his arms and body, and continue to fight at the front line.

Until now, the dark army could not bear the casualties of its troops, and the leading mage in the distance ordered the herald to blow the horn of retreat - and the black-armored soldiers receded like a tide in the light of the dim sunset......

The contest between Count Arassis and the enemy's leading mage ended in a draw, but Count Arassis still didn't let the other party benefit, and forcibly shortened the fourth-order spell "Roaring Technique" to catch the opponent off guard. That injury is estimated to make the other party unable to relieve himself for a while.

The dark army lost at least 200 men in this battle, and the number of wounded is even more numerous, and in Taruo's own opinion, almost half of them are incapacitated, but at least half of them are left with combat effectiveness - they are not willing to give up, and now they are retreating only to gather strength for the next attack......

"It looks like they won't be coming back to Zenda anytime soon...... Blake looked at the departing army in the distance, and picked up Taruo, who had almost fallen from blood loss, "...... Taruo: How's your injury? ”

"......" Taruo's face twitched in pain, and then he took Blake's arm and stood firm, "yes...... Chanda is safe for the time being......"

"However, the conspiracy of the dark side has not been thwarted......" Taruo looked at the moon that had just risen in the distance with deep eyes. The system does not prompt the plot to thwart the enemy, and there is still a long way to go......

"Send someone to inform the kings of the countries, this matter is no longer a matter for us alone......

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Many years later......

It was a small tavern, and a man pushed the door in, and the wind and snow drifted in with the opening of the door.

"Have a glass of sugar cane wine."

He commanded.

The boss nodded and brought him wine. The bard on the side saw the fellow's bulging purse by the light of the kerosene lamp, which had just been raised, and leaned up excitedly: "Sir, do you want to listen to an elegant tune?" ”

"Yes." Feeling that he was not short of that money, he waved his hand and handed him a silver coin.

The bard took a bite of the coin, quickly put it in his pocket, and then took the lute behind him, playing it and singing: "It was the story of many years ago, the story of a knight and a wizard, and two faithful servants who guarded the secrets of magic......"

The man listened carefully, his mind followed the song through the tabernacle of history, and saw the magnificent journey of that group of people on the continent of Calradia......

He remembered what his grandfather had said:

"You have to remember that it was your ancestors...... Don't forget your glorious name, Blake. ”