Looking at the wand in his hand without tears, Tang Ruiyi only felt that life seemed to have lost hope all of a sudden, and the magic dream was shattered.

When Tang Ruiyi was still intoxicated with grief, a greater crisis was quietly approaching, and the outside of the castle was now surrounded by enemy troops.

The once tranquil swamp is now like a boat in a storm.

Countless goblins surrounded the castle like raging waves, as if they were about to rush in and burn and loot in the next moment.

The command platform, which was more than ten meters high above the ground, was completely made of improvised wood, and at the top of the platform stood a clumsy old shaman, and the angry flames formed a real whirlwind around it, and even the sturdy pole tied to the wind barrier below began to creak, as if it would break apart in the next second.

A few goblins dressed as servants groveled and trembled, knowing that there were already more than a dozen servants who had been executed last night for venting their anger.

The castle's walls were high enough to neutralize the threat of projectile weapons, but for a castle with less than thirty troops, the slightest battlefield advantage was lost.

The militiamen gathered on the battlements were therefore nervous, rubbing their sword hilts one by one, neatly placed square stones and barrels filled with light salt water beside them, and of course sharp spikes and everything else that could inflict damage under the battlements.

Around this, there was still a solemn aura in the air, as if it would be tingled when you touched it.

It was in this atmosphere that a blazing fire burned every five metres to the west of the castle. Beside it was a messy pile of unknown golden slime------ the result of several days of busy work by the militiamen, a cheap but effective weapon for defending the city------ surrounded by a dozen or so militiamen armed with spears, dark skin, and very excited.

Most of them were young men of their twenties, with immature hairy whiskers still on the corners of their mouths, and the biting cold wind was just like their mood, and the walls of the city reflected a layer of cold light waves under the mist.

Only the middle-aged man standing in the middle had a shriveled face like a date, his deformed fingers were covered with a thick layer of calluses, his eyelids were lowered, and his eyebrows revealed his resignation to life and fate, but at this moment he was wearing sky-blue armor and hand armor with five fingers connected, and his eyes were as sharp as eagles.

"Pedal ......"

Seeing Tang Ruiyi coming, Lan Ou bowed his head slightly, and pointed to the distance with his finger.

He looked up suddenly, and saw that the strangely shaped machine in the distance was composed of two wooden strips and four wheels, and the components were connected by a chain, the surface of the black and heavy chain was very strange, as if engraved with many complex patterns, it seemed to be mixed with strange in the mystery, and in the flash of his heart, he knew that it was the siege weapon of the goblin side.

He pointed his sword downward, and his sword was pointed at the shaman priest standing on the makeshift command platform in the distance, who seemed to see him as well, and the shaman's face sank, and he immediately gave the order for a general attack, and he couldn't wait to hear the screams of the human beings before they died.

The army of goblins roared like a band.

Tang Ruiyi held the banner of the golden griffin in one hand and the golden griffin in the other, and appeared in front of everyone, the griffin on the banner was lifelike as if it was about to spread its wings and soar, and no one spoke, because they believed that it must be the ——- supreme king who brought them the ultimate victory!

All the soldiers were well equipped, and there was not a single soldier who did not desire victory, even if it was him and they were only militiamen.

This scene is so exciting.

"Goblin warriors, take out your skills, 30 feet to the southeast, shoot, prepare, release!"

A sparse group of goblin warriors immediately untied the slings from their waists, squeaking and spinning overhead with a rapid movement of their wrists. Then there was a "bang" and a large piece of sharpened stone suddenly drilled into the city wall.

Today's wind was very strong, and there was basically no accuracy, and the scattered stones were sensitively dodged by the rangers.

However, for the inexperienced militia, the deterrent effect is very great, and the formation of the militia regiments hidden behind the battlements has a tendency to spread out.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Tang Ruiyi hurriedly began to shout:

"Everyone lower their bodies, lower their heads, and don't reveal their position. ”

The goblin's eyesight was very poor, and he could barely see anything beyond a hundred meters, and at this moment the militia used all their might, which immediately played a fruitful role.

The shaman frowned, and he ordered another wave of arrows to be released. After adjustments, this time the Goblin Warrior's aim was significantly higher, and several people in the first three rows of the militia were not lightly injured in the rain of arrows.

However, after two projectiles, the militiamen became more composed, and after overcoming their psychological fears, the effectiveness of the projectile weapons was not as great as expected.

The shaman immediately changed his gesture and pointed to the position that was clustered in the middle, and the third wave of arrow rain was obviously directed at Tang Ruiyi.

However, Tang Ruiyi would not let him succeed, he rolled out of the range of the sling, and occasionally some stones that slipped through the net were also bounced off by the small wooden shield on his right hand.

Seeing that the goblins' ranged attacks were fruitless, everyone shouted Long live the King with high morale!

"King?" Seeing this, the shaman almost didn't laugh angrily.

Who gave them the courage to persist in fighting despite a force more than ten times the difference?

The shaman raised his misshapen thumb and grasped the skull staff, a faint magical power converging on his fingertips, and thunderbolts of hair-thick lightning flashed in the sunlight.

The two militiamen who could not dodge were struck by lightning, and even though the wooden shield had good insulation, they still could not escape the end of being electrotherapy.

"Quack, ignorance, taste the power of Professor Yang's kiss!"

The shaman frantically used lightning with his staff aloft, and he couldn't help but laugh as he watched his enemies flee like ants in a pot.

But soon it couldn't laugh, the Swift Girl, who could be called the jungle killer, made a move, countless arrows shot at the goblin army like locusts, she could do more than 30 damage per shot, and if you use the "piercing arrow" that reaches the intermediate second-class, it can reach 60 terrifying damage!

After a pair of shots, the shaman couldn't bear it first, the mage has a mana limit, and it is impossible to release spells without restrictions, so for a short while, its mana value is consumed by half.

So it simply sent an army to attack the castle directly!

The goblin army of three hundred people advanced at a mighty and uniform speed across the woods and swamps, and appeared in Tang Ruiyi's field of vision from the other side.

The leading level 8 goblin warrior suddenly felt tricky after seeing the dense traps and majestic momentum, and it couldn't stop letting out an inspiring howl, waving a big black stick, and urging loudly behind a sea of green:

"Turn, turn, you idiots!"

"Third row, fourth row, rush up, hurry! fools!"

Soon orders were given, and Warlord "Stubborn Stone" cursed viciously in a haughty, hollow voice as he split the goblin soldiers into two parts. Some of them frantically stormed the main entrance of the castle, leaving their precious lives in the thorn-made traps, while others took the opportunity to climb the walls by detouring the side of the castle with ropes and grappling hooks, holding machetes in their mouths and climbing up the walls with their hands and feet.

Seeing this scene, a sneer appeared on the corner of Tang Ruiyi's mouth.

"Militia regiment! ”

These oils are extracted from the fat of wolves and have a pure, golden texture.

"Whoa!" Jars of oil were poured onto the outer walls of the castle, and the soles of their feet were oiled This should have been used to describe thieves, but it was just right to describe the goblins at this moment, with desperate eyes and long screams, more than a dozen goblins fell like dumplings, and they were smashed to pieces in a short time.

Perhaps because of the unique cultural traditions of goblins, all goblins have a fanatical belief in shamans, and this belief has even condensed into a unique psychic power, and the originally timid cannon fodder is now completely fearless of death.

What if you can't climb up? Then fill the gap with blood, from a high place, countless goblins hit the dam like ants, and many of them successfully crossed the death slide.

Seeing this scene, Tang Ruiyi got up, personally lit a torch and threw it down, the torch crossed the long distance, and dragged the meteor's tail in mid-air to the bottom of the city wall.

"Boom!" all the oil ignited, and spread rapidly, and in an instant, the entire city wall became a wall of flames, and the scattered heat wave made it difficult for even the militiamen to breathe.

Goblins covered in oil, no matter where they go, the life-threatening flames always take the first step, cutting off their way out, and the final result is that they are attacked by the flames, and in the screams of pain, they run in another direction, spreading the fire of death to others.

The Warlords shouted to drive away the burning goblins with barbed whips, but to little avail, and their skin was burned unconscious, who cares about the pain?

The goblins who survived were now all black, their eyes like a ball of green fire, full of fear and hunger.

Driven by both the Warlords and the Goblin Leader, the frightened Goblins continued to climb the walls, but they were not as fast or as good as they had been.

Tang Ruiyi watched all this silently on the city wall, and suddenly felt something.

Personal sites can not pay attention to other things, as long as they are strong enough, but this kind of large-scale battle is not good, no matter how strong a person is, once he falls into the encirclement, in the face of countless endless enemies, consumption can also consume you to death, the real war is not like in the game, drinking blood medicine can fill up the blood, disability, blood loss, and fatigue may cause a catastrophe.

The swamp is just a small map, at best, a place similar to a novice village, but there are already several tenth-level monsters and intricate forces, although it is cruel, but the reality is so, in the case of limited resources, either you die or I die, there is nothing right or wrong, just to survive!

It is natural for big fish to eat small fish, and small fish to eat dried shrimp.

If the Goblin army hadn't come to attack, he would still have to attack others when his kingdom grows, but now it's just a little bit of a process ahead.

After solving the goblin matter, the gold coins after a goblin warrior is killed, 1 ordinary goblin, more money for elite monsters and bosses, and a chance to drop rare equipment, which means that he will have at least 1000 pairs of gold coins after the battle, which is already a huge amount of money in the initial stage, enough for him to build an army of 100 people.

Especially after opening up the road to the outside world, the trade caravan heard the wind, although the swamp is dangerous, but the resources are also very rich, precious plants, rare minerals, leather animal shoes, the benefits of trade may be higher than the cost, such a business, there will definitely be many people willing to do.

Didn't Marx say that as soon as there is a proper profit, capital will be very bold. As long as there is 10% profit, it will be used everywhere, 20% will be lively, 50% will cause positive adventures, 100% will make people defy all laws, and 300% will make people not afraid of crime or even the danger of hanging.

Now the example of the wandering merchant is already obvious, why did he help Tang Ruiyi for no reason? Is it really because he values his personality? How is it possible! It is not for the sake of establishing a good relationship with him so that trade can develop in the future. However, he did help Tang Ruiyi a lot and was a good partner to work with.

As for expanding his strength beyond the swamp in the future, the kingdom needs at least an elite army that is sufficient to protect itself, and there are no bones left to ensure that the kingdom will not be swallowed by the smell of blood.

Wait, it won't be long before there will be more and more talents and soldiers under his command, and then it will be the time for him to conquer the world and be in high spirits............

Tang Ruiyi was already so fantasizing that he was going to faint, so he quickly patted his head and came to his senses.

Suddenly, there was a terrible sound of breaking wind, Tang Ruiyi turned his head to look, and his face changed greatly! Immediately after that, there was a shocking noise on the outer wall of the castle, followed by a violent shaking.

The swing from side to side made Tang Ruiyi unsteady on his feet and almost fell to the ground.

He finally gained a foothold, and what caught his eyes was a purgatory-like scene———— there was a huge hole in the outer pavilion of the castle, and on the underground training ground, a red-burned iron ball ploughed a long ravine on the ground, and a large cloud of green smoke came out of the ravine, and a reindeer on the launch trajectory was directly vaporized and evaporated, and even the bones were crushed into fine slag.

Tang Ruiyi took a sharp breath! With such terrifying power, is this the true strength of siege weapons? This made him deeply vigilant, judging from this power, the entire castle would be demolished into ruins without five cannons!