Perhaps for witches, the clay golems in their hands were just a tool for entertainment. But for those who have to fight the Golem, this giant killing machine doesn't have anything to do with fun. The huge shadows of the golems rose above the canopy, making them even more terrifying in the light of the walls. However, the good news is that except for Qili's golem, which has a terrifying size, the clay colossus made by the other brown-robed people is only a little larger than the giant rat at best, and although it has the advantage of size compared to the steel dummy under the Grand Duke of Hammer, it is inferior in material.

"Hmph, little carving insect skill, they don't think that these clay figurines can take down my city, do they?" said the dwarf on the overseer platform contemptuously, although the appearance of the clay colossus was something he didn't expect, but if those colossias were really just like their appearance, then they weren't even worth using another weapon in the molten iron city.

But is it really as simple as the Hammer Grand Duke thought? If those clay figurines can't provide enough combat power, why would the other side go to such lengths to create a group of meaningless soldiers on the battlefield? He could feel that the composition of these clay colossias began with some kind of magic, some kind of magic that he was not familiar with, and the sense of uncertainty made the sorcerer uncomfortable. The wizard wanted to remind the Duke that the golems around him might not be so simple, but because he didn't know what was wrong with the golems, he didn't speak.

As a result of this, a gasp of air occurred when the dirt giants walked through the black tide of the nezumi to the bottom of the city wall and pulled away the giant rat people who were still fighting with the metal golems. Indeed, clay is nowhere near as hard as metal, let alone an alloy crafted by the underground workshops of the Molten Iron City, which is a mixture of dwarven and human craftsmanship, however, in the battle of these giants, hardness is not the difference between victory and defeat.

"Hell, can't these guys be bad?" Andre watched as his Iron Legion sliced through the bodies of the Dirt Men again and again, and even cut off their opponents in a few cases! But this kind of injury seems to be completely painless for these dirt giants, and every time the body is injured, these colossas will absorb enough soil from the ground under their feet to replenish the lost part of their bodies to replenish their bodies, and the process is very fast, and sometimes even those who have not had time to escape from the ground will be swept into the colossus and become poor victims.

However, these are not the point, with the clash of dirt and metal, the natives who can repair themselves infinitely have a clear advantage, on the other hand, the steel golems of the molten iron city, their energy and weapon wear are not infinite, and the battle with the giant nezumi has caused many golems' blades to curl or crack, which becomes more intense when fighting more difficult opponents. Especially the rock giant created by Qili, if the other clay figures are slowly using time to slowly consume the power of the metal golem, then this fifteen-meter-tall big guy is the work that really defeats the duke head-on, the shell formed by the rocks squeezing each other is so hard, even if the rotating blade cuts it, it only leaves a little white trace, and the dummies designed to fight with flesh and blood are not equipped with heavy weapons, which makes them have no means to hit the rock giant hard!

"Hey, wizard, do you have a way to kill these things?" Seeing the golem he had made with his own hands smashed into scrap metal by the rock giant's punch, Andre knew that the situation in front of him was not something he could handle, and if he allowed this thing to cling to the city walls, God knows how many soldiers it could kill.

The spellcaster frowned, he looked at the rock giant, his eyes flashed with a strong magical light, as a spellcaster, as long as the spell crow could slightly spy on the magic core of these mud people, there was naturally a way to reduce them to ordinary mud blocks, but this method was good for those ordinary earth giants, the rock on the skin of Qili's golem was defending against external physical attacks, and I don't know whether it was intentionally or unintentionally wrapped in the path of magic operation. Rocks and metals in nature are the most powerful sources of magic, and with the exception of a few gems that have a magical affinity, in most cases a layer of stone skin is enough to render a seasoned spellcaster helpless, and the Raven is no exception.

"If I could crack that layer of stone, I thought I could try. The wizard said reluctantly, asking for help from ordinary people was simply an admission of his own incompetence for a spellcaster like the Spell Raven, and the gray robe's self-esteem made him blush a little when he said this.

Fortunately, the Grand Duke of Hammer did not have the leisure to observe the wizard's blushing face, and when he heard that the cursed crow could solve the rock golem, André was overjoyed, and he turned to the herald behind him and shouted, "Get the trebuchet out!"

"But my lord, if you use trebuchets at this distance, the people on the city wall will also be affected!"

The herald's suspicions were not wrong, and the metal golem that was blocking in front of the city wall was resolved, and the rock giant's hands could already reach the existence on the city wall, and if he used a device such as a catapult to attack it at this time, even the flying rock fragments would have a disastrous effect on the soldiers fighting on the city wall. But the battlefield was changing rapidly, and the Grand Duke of Hammer knew that the consequences of letting the rock giants go to the city walls would only be even more terrible, so he gritted his teeth and waved at the herald.

"Pass my order, all trebuchets, aim at that stone man, smash me!"

The herald bowed his bow and quickly ran away, since the Duke had issued the order, it meant that he would bear the consequences of the order.

"Listen wizard, you only have one chance, and if you can't break that thing, I'll put you in the basket of the next trebuchet!" Andre menaced the grey-robed man beside him, and judging by his expression, the Raven had no doubt that he would do it.

The trebuchets, which had already been erected behind the walls, quickly turned with the order, and the soldiers shouted neatly and turned the wooden winches to aim the war machines at their targets. Many commanders didn't care about the ammunition fired by the trebuchet, as long as they had enough force, whether it was a stone or a boulder, it would be devastating to the enemy, but this time, in the face of the inhuman colossus, the trebuchet commanders immediately chose a special product of the Molten Iron City for this unwelcome visitor, a large meteor hammer containing molten iron slurry! Filled with terrifying spikes, these human-tall orbs of metal are filled with hot iron slurry before being fired, making this special ammunition, dubbed "Scorching Surprise" by the sappers, an excellent effect on stationary targets and against a large number of scattered enemies.

"Calibrated and ready to fire!" the heads of the trebuchets reported to their commanders that behind them, the levers of the trebuchets had been pulled to the point of bending, and the force was so great that it even required a steel cable to prevent it from breaking.

"Launch!"