Merlin Avery hid beside the ruins of a tower, frowning as the battlefield changed.

People with keen perception are often able to have a hunch of changing trends in a stalemate. Although he didn't want to admit it, Avery was very unoptimistic about the defenders. The pressure from the siege towers was so great that Baron Edelman had struggled to mobilize and rotate his troops to keep the lines steady, but as soon as the thorns of thorns holding the movable drawbridge were lost, the barbarian army would inevitably rush to the top of the city, drowning out all resistance from the defenders with a terrifying numerical superiority.

This is the end that Avery is trying to avoid, and if he wants to hide it now, I am afraid that all the efforts and heroic deeds of the Coventry city-state will be annihilated by the bloody sack of the desert barbarians.

"I have to take a little risk...... "Avery thought as he lowered his head as he heard a sharp sound that tore through the air, and an arrow from the barbarian archers almost grazed over his head, digging deep into the walls of the tower's ruins.

The trumpets sounded again, and a group of sheriffs appeared at the head of the city, each holding two sealed clay jars in their hands. With a turquoise aura under their feet, they moved incredibly fast, apparently a mentor-level Swiftwalker at work. Along the way, the defending team tried to maintain their access to the siege tower, and the barbarian warriors at the head of the city did not hesitate to sacrifice their desperate assault to intercept the seemingly dangerous team.

An elite brute-covered barbarian warrior broke through the defenders' lines, waving his scimitar from side to side, widening the gap even wider. Several barbarian warriors followed, guarding the elite warrior's left and right, shielding him from slashing swords from all directions. The barbarian archers at the top of the siege towers were also gathering fire to support, and a deadly rain of arrows fell down on the defenders.

The elite samurai finally held off the group of sheriffs holding the jars, paying the heavy price of having their right arm cut off, and the barbarian samurai who broke through the defense line with him were all killed. The three sheriffs laid down their jars and drew their swords to meet them, leaving three horrific scars on the body of the elite samurai, and then they all lay on the top of the city, the blood flowing from the wounds staining the ground red.

The fourth sheriff cursed and threw the jar in his hand at the barbarian warrior. The scimitar flashed a sharp arc of light from left to right, and the jar burst in the air like a ripe honeydew melon, and instead of juice, some kind of viscous black oil that exuded a strong smell flowed.

"Blazing glue...... No, no, it's a fiery oil!" "This was not a strange thing to Avery, for many apprentices made the mistake of learning to make fiery gel in the first place, refining a translucent liquid that should be ruddy in color and flowing slowly like honey into this foul-smelling black grease.

Compared to Blazing Glue, Flame Oil burns much less powerfully, but it is just as difficult to extinguish. During the confrontation two days earlier, the heavy ballistae of the City Guard had fired crossbows with fierce fire oil into the siege towers, causing some confusion and losses. The siege towers, which are mainly made of logs, are indeed coated with shamans' fireproof potions, which can withstand the burning of ordinary flames, but if the sheriffs are allowed to get closer, the result is probably nothing but burning.

It was a chance for the defenders to come back from defeat, but it was ruined by an elite barbarian warrior. The warrior was mortally wounded, besieged, and would have lost his life, but he let out a roar of victory with his chest held out, and looked with wide eyes and contempt at the soldiers of the city guard who surrounded him.

"You can't stop the wrath of the Infinite Desert, the flesh worms in iron clothes! I watch you all die on the Eternal Battlefield!"

At least twelve spears met in his body, blood pouring out of the elite warrior's mouth, and he lowered his hands and gradually stopped breathing, but his body remained so still that it was a full minute before anyone dared to come up to check his life and death.

In the next second, countless stones fell from the sky, followed by three waves of arrows, one more intense and dense than the other. The sheriffs on the arson mission and the guards who protected them were all killed, and the cracked clay pots flowed with sticky black oil, mixed with blood and dirt, and crawled like many black snakes across the walls.

"What a terrible result. Avery hid beside the ruins of the tower, his fingers tapping anxiously on the ground. The section of the wall he was on was safe for the time being, with the two sharp blades of Victor and Ryu-vonderik, and the barbarian warriors fell one by one despite their stubborn resistance.

Just now, the last few samurai were also shot down from the city, and their bodies were smashed into meatloaf under the city. The defenders took a breather and moved into action at the order of the horn, with a third of the city guards and conscripted adventurers remaining at the head of the city, and the rest of the troops divided into two groups to support the battlefield on the left and right.

With the front as a whole at a disadvantage, this small victory seemed insignificant. The support team soon found themselves in a bitter battle, and through their alchemic vision, Avery spotted a new barbarian army rushing towards the wall, each carrying a climbing hook on their shoulders and a long ladder tied to a few wooden poles.

The opportunity is fleeting, and if we continue to hesitate, the collapse of the front is imminent. Avery gritted his teeth, made up his mind, closed his eyes and adjusted his mental power, and found the familiar fluctuations of the City of Wisdom.

"Satum, do you hear me?"

The answer came quickly, in the slightly hoarse voice of Mentor Satum, "I hear, Your Excellency, what do you command?" ”

"Go according to plan, it looks like the Thornflower family will have a hard time holding Coventry. ”

"As you wish. ”

Soon after Satum answered, Avery felt a breeze pass around him, an ancient aura like the passage of time, clusters, two, three, pure white flames burning around him, and in the blink of an eye they joined into a sea of fire.

Many of the people who witnessed this scene couldn't help but scream, and the dragon's eyes widened with an expression of disbelief. Only the leader of Victor breathed a sigh of relief and thrust the blood-stained serrated dagger back into its scabbard. "Oops, it's finally begun, and it's time for my old bones to rest. ”

"What do you mean, old Victor, what is the Iron Master doing?" von Derrick grinned, his smile a little stiff and hypocritical, but subtly disguised by angles and shadows.

The leader of Victor didn't seem to notice von Derrick's abnormality, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and replied in a relaxed tone, "It's nothing, it's just that some people have been transferred, boy, do you think that such an excellent potion master as Master Iron is the only follower like me?"

For a pharmacist who hasn't yet reached the level of a mentor, it's great to have a mentor-level molten warrior. Vonderrick thought bitterly, and his mind was a little less sure of completing the task.

The white light of the teleportation alchemy array lit up for a long time, and the figure that came out of it far exceeded the imagination of the dragon? von Derrick, and even the leader of Victor was a little stunned. Avery cleared all of his citizen points in one go, and commissioned the Golem of the Guider to issue a temporary hire mission, while also having Satum post the same task in the Mentor's shop, but against the wandering scavengers who failed to obtain citizen status.

In the end, the number of citizens and scavengers who accepted the employment was a total of thirty-five, of which twelve had reached the level of a mentor, and the other twenty-three also had high-level peak strength. Purely from the strength of the molten gold warriors, it has surpassed the power possessed by the Thorn Flower family.

However, Avery didn't stop there, and as part of the reward, he took out a batch of mentor-level concentrated potions, creating an opportunity for the twenty-three high-level peak molten gold warriors to be promoted. Those who can be chosen by the City of Wisdom are in a sense very talented, and after taking the concentrated potion, Avery was overjoyed with the results.

Not only did he add nineteen mentor-level molten warriors, but he also gained the gratitude and trust of these people. In time, some of them will be willing to sign a follower contract. The four high-ranking pinnacles who had not been promoted were even more excited, and all of them expressed their desire to become followers of Merlin Avery at that time, but Satum temporarily rejected them.

It all depends on how they perform in the rest of the war.

The addition of more than thirty mentor-level molten gold warriors quickly turned the stalemate into a situation that was unfavorable to the desert barbarians. Being able to gain a foothold in the City of Wisdom, these molten gold warriors more or less possess several alchemy items of ancient civilizations, plus a sufficient supply of high-quality alchemy potions, and the combat power they inspire is quite considerable.

In particular, a tall knight wearing silver steel armor and holding a two-handed giant sword and a strange structure that resembles an oil barrel performed well, the former slashed like thunder and lightning from the sky, accompanied by his majestic prayer slogans, sending all the barbarian warriors to the eternal battlefield, the latter made twenty times the noise of the former, four steel arms waved and rotated like windmills, and the end of each arm was a blazing blade of light, cutting through the leather armor of the barbarian warriors. When it comes to muscles and bones, it is no more difficult than cutting a piece of butter.

"Blood, death, crying! I want to fight, this is it!" the oil drum structure laughed and rushed into the crowd, its blades flying and killing like a tornado tearing at many fragile saplings, "tremble, tremble, bow down, solder Ray Greaves!"

"It's Don Quixote, the pious knight, and Grievous the Mad Barrel!" a low exclamation came out of Victor's chief's mouth, "These two are quite famous honorary citizens of the City of Wisdom, and the price of hiring them is not low. ”

Vonderrick was confused, and he was even more puzzled by the vague words in Victor's words. "Old Victor, you say these are mercenaries......? No, even the Imperial military powerhouse Iron Fort, or the city-state of Decasas, could not find such a powerful mercenary. With their skills, they are more than enough to serve as the head of the knights or the head of the close guards of the consuls, so how can they become mercenaries?"

"Oh, you're right, Mr. von Derrick. ”

Avery 's voice rang out from behind the two of them, and Vonderrick turned around, and with some surprise found that in addition to the young apothecary, there was also a dark-skinned, iron-like savage man, dressed in a rough untanned leather armor, and holding a heavy tribal battle axe in both hands, which looked somewhat similar to the desert barbarians who were besieging the city.

"Quimper the Undertaker!" Victor blurted out in an almost terrifying tone, making the dragon von derrick shudder, "The top three slaughterers on the butcher list, Iron Master, why did you invite him over?"

The meaning of these words was rather offensive, but the brawny man known as Quimper the Undertaker did not react in the slightest, as if he had not heard it at all. Avery smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and turned his gaze to Vonderrick the Dragon.

"His Excellency Quimper is not my follower and will not participate in this war, I have only invited him to deal with the ...... who may appear on the battlefield his peers. (To be continued.) )