One by one, the guards were gearing up, waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

Although they didn't know as much detail as Luo Ming and the others, they also knew some information about the enemy, and at the moment, they were not only apprehensive, but also secretly cheered for themselves.

The gentleman said well, Shibei should be impressed for three days. If anyone dares to continue to treat us as miscellaneous fish, they must give that guy a taste of capsizing in the gutter!

After another fourteen minutes, Lockin received a new report.

Four .2 kilometers away from the Demon Suppression Tower, an unfamiliar mana fluctuation suddenly appeared.

Needless to say, this is a bit suspicious.

Luo Ming had gathered all of his spellcasters in the Mage Tower to participate in the garrison, and his previous martial law also forbade anyone else to use spells, including magic items or scrolls, during this time.

In this way, the vicinity will completely become a vacuum area for spells, and it will be easier to eliminate distractions and locate anyone who casts a spell at this time, just like in the silence, a pin can be heard.

In that order, Luo Ming sternly warned that now was the critical time to upgrade the Mage Tower, and any spell could cause interference, whether it was an outsider or a nobleman, once a sign of spell casting was detected, Luo Ming would send an army to directly arrest him by force.

Casting spells in spite of such a danger is not a normal phenomenon no matter how you think about it.

Either there are spies who are sending information out, or the enemy has already arrived.

But it's been fourteen minutes, isn't it? The archmage had seen through so many tricks, and then the enemy rushed over like that?

After thinking about it, Luo Ming knew that there was another possibility, that is, there might be more than one enemy, maybe multiple enemies wanted to sabotage the archmage's healing plan, and then attack various suspicious locations separately - even the archmage himself could not say for sure.

No matter what the case is, the plan has already been prepared! Luo Ming snorted coldly and immediately began to dispatch troops.

Cannons, horses' hooves, neighing, roars, one after another.

In the distance, there were also a few lights of unusual color flashing on the street.

A giant of earth and stone rose from the ground, and Martin quickly rushed forward with a portable individual field cannon specially designed for the Iron Guard.

With a loud cry of metal clashing, he stuck the cannon mount on the ground and, along with his two other companions, began to gather fire against the giant.

In the midst of the cannon fire, the giant soon lost nearly half of his body.

It roared in rage, turning half of its arm into a throwing weapon, but they were as fast as rabbits.

The two men, who were originally in the range of the attack, picked up the artillery, rolled in a circle, and dodged the attack, and then quickly regrouped and set up the cannon again.

Seeing this scene, the nearby soldiers also cheered.

The next moment, however, a new threat entered the battlefield.

The man shrouded in gray robe threw out a sculpture that shimmered with silver light, and from his mouth he let out a spell as ugly as sawn wood, and the sculpture gradually changed form in the air, and when it landed, it became a two-meter-five centaur monster.

Without hesitation, it rushed towards the trio who were firing desperately.

One of the guards tried to reload the shotgun against it, but before he could reload, the centaurs were already in front of him!