Looking at the priest who fell off the wall, the chieftain standing beside the gnoll archers let out a wolf howl of chagrin, and looked at the gnolll archers who dodged the arrows from time to time on the wall, the chief angrily snatched the short bow of one of the archers and a pot of light arrows on his back, and kicked the bewildered archer into the trench in front of him, and the archer let out a short scream, and was pierced through the eye by a sharpened wooden thorn, howling in pain in the trench, and rolling in the trench full of spikes.

"Don't hide! keep shooting!" the chief shouted to the archers, who were a little shaken by the attack on the wall, as he stretched out his bow and arrows.

The chief took out a light arrow from the quiver, clamped the tail of the arrow to the tiger's mouth, buckled the bowstring with the thumb of his right hand, pressed the index and middle fingers on the thumb, raised his left hand, and the arrow pointed diagonally above the wall, and slowly pulled the bowstring of the short bow with his right hand, and slowly pulled the bowstring full, and the wooden bow tire made a creaking sound, and the other archers also faced the wall directly under the chieftain's order, regardless of casualties, and took the same position.

The chief's thumb loosened suddenly, and the bowstring violently released the accumulated energy at the tail of the light arrow, and from time to time someone around the archer fell to the ground with an arrow, and the remaining archers endured their fear, followed the chief to release the bowstring in his hand, and dozens of light arrows were thrown at the wall at the same time, and a large buzzing sound sounded in the wolf howl.

The birch arrow shaft became bent in mid-air due to the force, and after flying past the highest point, it returned to stability under the action of the tail feathers, and the dense light arrows began to fall in the direction of the crowd on the wall, making a muffled sound that hit the wall and a few faint screams, without waiting for the jackals to get excited, the wall that had been paused for a short time began to shoot downwards again, and the archers could only continue to contain the archers on the wall under the leadership of the chief.

"Block, with hot water!, the archers then shoot the trench!" Nyata leaned out of the wall, looking at the gnoll priest who was standing with his head shaking, and the two shieldmen who had led him down the wall also struggled to their feet, not being mortally harmed.

Knowing that the two shieldmen were hopeless, Njata even looked forward to their deaths, as the two shieldmen, wielding rusty knives and simple wooden shields, charged the priest who seemed to be in a state of confusion with a hint of hope.

The gnoll priest did not seem to have recovered from the previous fall, the priest was wearing three layers of heavy armor, fell from the back of the wall more than twenty feet high, and the back of his head hit the horn helmet on his head, the priest who stood up in a hurry was a little dizzy, watching the two obviously untrained militiamen rushing towards him, the priest endured the dizziness, showing his yellowed fangs, and greeted the two mountain people who were not overwhelmed.

One of the two mountain people smashed the shield in his hand at the priest, and slashed at the priest's neck with a knife in both hands, and one of them pressed the shield in the center of his body completely against the hand and slammed it in the direction of the priest, without much thought, the priest sideways let go of the shield hand who rushed over, and smashed the flying wooden shield with a nail hammer, and the left hand holding the shield was raised, and it lightly blocked the wood knife in the hand of the mountain people, and without waiting for the knife hand to try to change his trick again, the priest used the shield to knock the knife hand away, and the knife hand let out a wail, and the sternum depression hit the wall and died, and the shield hand who fell to the ground just got up, and was smashed by the priest who came with a nail hammer to smash his head。

The priest sucked a breath of the charcoal burnt air with his hot and humid nose, still feeling a little dizzy, and before the priest could use the healing magic, the two strong mountain people on the wall raised the large iron pot used to stew meat during the midwinter festival, and splashed the boiling water in the pot on the priest who was standing under the wall, and the boiling water immediately poured the priest all over his body, and the billowing white mist floated out from the priest's body, and swayed straight up, and soon crossed the wall.

Listening to the terrible screams of the priests under the wall, smelling the smell of boiled leather in the air, Nyata's heart was filled with happiness, Niata took out the fireball scroll, ready to attack the priest while the priest was injured, before Niata shot the fireball spell in her hand at the priest, the elite squadron of the gnolls began to cross the trench with the help of orc slaves.

The short bows and light arrows used by the commune are difficult to deal with the elite squadron of gnolls wearing armor, these gnolls are experienced in a hundred battles, many of them have been fighting against Baron Iwadi and even Cormier's purple dragon legion all year round, they arrange their formations very loosely, and they do not protect the torso protected by armor at all, but cover their heads and faces with the shields in their hands, and they are not panicked in the face of flying arrows, and occasionally a few gnolls who have been hit in the eye or neck fall to the ground, and they do not waver, in stark contrast to the orcs who panic in the trench and are killed by the gnolls from time to time。

Niata looked at the weakly attacking archers around her, and couldn't shoot the fireball technique in her hand at the elite of the gnolls who were crossing the trench, the bright yellow fireball blew up several gnolls who couldn't dodge, and the burning stumps emitted a foul smell of livestock blood in the air, Niata was not too happy in the face of this situation, the formation of the gnolls was too loose, and she didn't cause too many casualties.

The wall of the camp is quite strong, the periphery is made of fire-resistant birch, the inside is a thick rammed earth wall, the gate is also made of strong ironwood, the door hole also accumulates a large amount of debris, once the gate is lost, it can ignite the debris, support for a period of time, outside the door hole is a temporary wooden fence, the spearman who is waiting for the battle is the last line of defense, after entering the winter, under the proposal of Link, the members are watering the wall every day, a thick layer of ice has formed on the wall, and it is difficult for the jackals who lack tools to dig the wall.

The north side of the camp is a swamp that is difficult to march, there are cliffs on both sides of the east and west, and only the dense forest on the south side can barely march, so the position of the camp defense is also very suitable, the only thing that worries Niata is that the gnolls form a ladder to cross the wall, and if the defending crowd faces the gnolls, it will definitely not be able to win.

Nyata used magic missiles to attack the half-cooked gnoll priest while nervously watching the situation under the wall, more and more elite gnolls crossed the trench, holding shields under the wall, and did not try to dig the wall, and the gnoll's brigade and pack of wolves began to move to the edge of the ditch and began to withstand the blows of the walled archers.

The gnoll priest didn't seem to recover from the concussion, and was injured one after another, just now he was pierced through the left eye by an accurate arrow, and there was no chance to perform the healing magic under the continuous attack, so he could only hold the shield and wait for the help of the clansmen, Niata watched with some annoyance as the three gnolls elite held their shields to protect the priest, Niata took out the fireball scroll, and prepared to cast spells on the gathered several gnolls.

To Niata's surprise, the gnoll priest who had the opportunity to cast the spell did not heal his injuries immediately, but cast an extremely fast command spell in the direction where Niata was located, this kind of first-level magic could only give a simple command to the recipient, and the controlled archer fiercely pushed Niata who leaned out to check the situation below the wall.

Caught off guard, Niata stumbled to her feet from the ground, looked at the seven or eight gnolls who rushed at her with a lewd smile on their faces, and felt her broken left hand, which she couldn't move, and Niata stood up straight.

A choice that a person has at all times.

"Defend the city after I die!" shouted as Njata stretched out her right hand and put a hidden dagger on her white neck.

Just as she was about to kill herself, a whistling sound broke through the air.