When the Ice Silkworm Man Silkworm Speechless came to this, the thousands of listeners below were attentive and did not dare to come out at all, for fear of alarming the heroic souls who were desperately trying:

On the east city wall, the only remaining hundred or so archers shot arrows weakly, shooting the demonized orcs who rushed in front to the ground, and these guys who were still rolling on the ground were then trampled under the feet of the spider demons behind, and for a while, the screams came and went.

Looking at the Phantom Demon Clan approaching step by step on the pile of corpses below, our great Hu Priest waved his hand, and some old men of elephant people, minotaurs, and centaurs behind threw out the wooden basins in their hands and poured them on those Phantom Demon Clansmen who were only a few meters high from the city wall.

A spider demon obviously felt frightened, turned around and was about to hide back, but saw a small fireball thrown from the city wall, and in an instant, hundreds of demonized orcs in front of him quickly danced in the sea of fire, poignant and pathetic.

This is the only beast oil in the city, and the already small amount of beast oil has been consumed greatly in the past few days, and the only thing that remains is because some orc aunts took the initiative to take it out of the cellar or some corner in the face of the threat of slaughtering the city.

For them, the loss of this is the loss of all their possessions.

When the flames were a little smaller, the smell of burnt fire came to the face along with the Phantom Clan people who charged forward, and for a while the thousands of elites who had just entered the city bent over and vomited.

These warriors who have not yet experienced life and death cannot be called real warriors, because they cannot face the bloody and bleak life.

As I looked at them, I couldn't help but remember that when I first came up, when I smelled blood, I vomited so hard. These warriors, a few who had experienced blood, stood motionless, occasionally reminding their stooping companions that the enemy was approaching.

Finally, before the first stooping warrior could raise his head, he was pierced by a bronze spear projected by a spider demon man. All the warriors who are still bending down finally realize that courage sometimes needs to be cultivated through practice, and if there is no test of blood and fire, a soldier on paper will never become a real strong man.

"The wolf smoke rises and the country looks north

The dragon curled the horse, and the sword qi was like frost

The heart is like a river of sand

Who can fight in 20 years

Hatred is the ...... of the long sword"

For a while, our Hu priest stood motionless, but did his old job, and then all of us realized that he was a wind whispering sacrifice. Yes, he is a priest!

The majestic singing that I had never heard before stirred the sky, and for a while, a golden aura shrouded the city wall. Every city lord's guard was as bright as the rising sun.

The thousand-person clan was boiling in an instant, and one by one the forest werewolf warriors were full of blood, the blue tendons on their faces were bursting, whether they were still vomiting or not, they all raised their heads, without timidity, without hesitation, raised the knife in their hands, and slashed at the enemy shrouded in cyan aura on the opposite side.

The bronze knife is like a phantom who slashed on a snowdrift and fell to the ground in an instant. That cyan aura was actually an aura of weakness and nothingness.

"A song and a double ring!" several weak priests sat on the wooden steps not far from the city gate, and their eyes lit up instantly. They all stood up, their eyes full of incredulity!

The battle song continued to stir the sky, and in an instant, another black aura shrouded the snow werewolves who were charging upwards under the city.

These snow werewolves raised the long knives in their hands, but they were a little stunned, this fleeting opportunity was discovered by the city lord guards who were already highly frenzied, rushed up, and slashed, without any tricks, as long as they were aimed at the vital point, they would definitely slash the enemy with one sword.

"It's forgetting and losing the aura!, a song and three rings!" The sacrifice that had just finished shouting was already a little stunned. No one has ever tried or completed a sacrifice, and a war song can only correspond to one aura, which is a theory that every sacrifice should know from the moment it is chosen by the temple.

But today, this basic concept has been overthrown, and it has been completely overthrown by a little guy who is still the lowest level of the wind sacrifice - the sacrifice!

It's a legend and a joke, but today, in front of everyone, it was actually staged, and the effect was so good, for a while, the tide of the battle was completely weak in numbers.

The morale-boosting city lord's guards covered one by one, advancing forward, ignoring the soft human corpses under their feet, stepping on the blood, slashing at the phantom demon clan who was still far away from the city wall.

In the blink of an eye, within thirty meters outside the city wall, a large piece was actually emptied. The snow werewolves, which numbered less than a thousand, were almost swept away.

"Come back!" I heard it so vividly, it was the voice of our genius sacrificing Hu Menglin, clear and real, ringing in the ears of each of us.

The thousand mad timberwolves did not know the enemy after becoming mad like the minotaurs, but slowly retreated, occasionally cutting down a few spider demons who caught up.

Soon, the space of dozens of meters in front of the city wall was filled with demonized goblins rushing up from behind. The song sounded again, and those black auras once again shrouded the demonized goblins.

The lich under the city watched from afar, and suddenly, a beautiful song sounded, which turned out to be a purification praise, and it was also a sacrificial war song.

How is it possible? A witch wielded a magic staff, and actually sprinkled out a green aura, which fell on those demonized goblins shrouded in black aura, and for a while, the black aura was gradually disappearing, and the goblins who felt weak and were about to take a break regained their normal physical strength, and suddenly moved much faster.

Despite this, there were still quite a few demonized goblins who were smashed by the stones, planks, hammers, and broken copper knives thrown from the city. For a time there was chaos in front of the city.

The trumpets sounded again in the distance, and these demonized goblins retreated like a tide, much faster than when they came up, and even if they were demonized, the goblins were still afraid of death as living beings.

In the face of the threat of death, nothing matters!

The werewolves, who had just experienced a brief frenzy, sat down a little weakly as their singing had stopped, and cups of water and pieces of animal meat were placed in front of them.

Some tall and sturdy old orcs quietly picked up the weapons scattered on the ground and stood on the city wall, staring at the Phantom invaders who were still regrouping in the distance.

The moonlight is getting lighter and lighter, and it seems that a little white fish belly has been seen in the east, and experienced old people know that it is another sunny and cloudless weather.

If it was dawn, the scene might be even more terrifying: the blood and minced flesh on the ground must have lost their own feet!

Thinking of this, the old man involuntarily touched his leg, only to find that he had an ice pick pierced on his right foot at some point.

A praying mantis man jumped up, then fell to the ground again, rubbing his ass for a long time, looking around angrily to the laughter of the crowd, wondering who was making fun of him!

This old man would have been scared if it was daytime!, but now, no one paid attention to him, because the phantom beastmen under the city had already formed a line, slowly approaching the city wall, as always.

Suddenly, people, including me, heard a series of strange sounds.

"Attention One, the whole team has arrived, and the attack is expected in five minutes!"

At this time, I, who was closest to me, saw Hu Xian smiling! He was laughing, yes, for the first time in a day and a night!

That smile was the most perfect, the most charitable, the most horrible, the most hopeful smile I have ever seen!

With a wave of the bronze knife in Hu Xi's right hand, the hammer in his left hand was thrown into the distance, hitting two spider demons at once, and then slamming into the head of a demonized goblin.

The crisp sound of broken bones was heard very clearly in the chaotic footsteps, and at this moment, I felt that we were saved, because this hammer was so powerful!

Hu Xian laughed and said: Ready, see my movements, rush up together! Tell the orcs in the city who will grab the items outside the city in a while!

The werewolves and mantis people on the city walls were visibly stunned, but I understood at the time:

Reinforcements have arrived!

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