"Well, it's tall and thick. This was Zhang Yuan's first feeling when he saw Wind Thunder Castle.

"Civil engineering, blow it up. This is Zhang Yuan's second feeling.

"The people who build this wall must be idle. This is Zhang Yuan's third feeling.

Well, indeed, the walls of this Wind Thunder Fort are seventy meters high and about four meters thick, and are made of large blocks of inferior masonry, with stones on both sides of the walls, and filled with gravel and earth in the middle. The internal structure of the city wall was scanned by Xiao Wei and confirmed that it was rammed earth, and there were some unknown sticky soil mixed in it, which enhanced the stability of the city wall.

The point is that there is more than one wall - there are six in total, each wall is about 20 meters apart, and it is rectangular in a valley, blocking the way to and from this mountain range. Well, I forgot to say, this mountain range is called the Grent Mountains, more than 2,000 kilometers longitudinal from east to west, the length of the grass eggs is dead, and the average altitude is more than 5,000 meters, even more grass eggs, people who want to turn over have not climbed up to freeze to death.

The most pitiful thing is that on the mountain range of more than 2,000 kilometers, there is only a small gap in the Wind Thunder Castle, which is said to have been smashed out by a space forbidden spell back then, for which dozens of legendary space mages have been abolished and laid off with honor.

So, do you want to take your younger brother across the mountains and go all the way south into the middle of the continent to burn and kill, kill, and plunder? It's unrealistic to detour around the gods, so let's attack the city honestly・・・・・・・・・・・・ Lieutenant narrowed his eyes: "The person who built this wall must be a genius." ”

Indeed, just by using bricks, stones, rammed earth and other earth and stones, he can build a city wall that is 70 meters high on six sides and four meters thick, and it is very strong, and this person is definitely a genius among geniuses.

Of course, it is worth criticizing some of the beacon-like buildings built on the city walls. These 'beacons' are also piled with crushed earth and gravel, but the amount of soil is very small and loose, although the surface has turned gray and looks hard, but the surface layer is yellow loose soil. This kind of building is basically a brittle building, and it is estimated that a grenade will be blown into slag.

However, the defensive strength of this kind of wall is quite strong, first of all, because of the height of the wall, it will have a fatal impact on the enemy attack below. Don't forget, this planet is still in the age of cold weapons, and the only means of long-range attack for humans other than magic missiles are crossbows or catapults, and overly high walls will have an absolute impact on these ranged weapons.

Another point is that a 70-meter-high city wall requires a 70-meter-high siege ladder, but do you think that such a bulky* thing can be carried to the battlefield? Even if it is carried to the battlefield, how can it be transported under the city wall? Be careful that before you can move the ladder, you will be beaten into wood by all kinds of weapons thrown from the wall.

And some of the fortifications and attack sites on the city wall are reasonably arranged to create favorable conditions for the people above to attack the below, Nima magic missiles are thrown, and the heavy bed crossbow is put down, okay, buddy, don't go up, go home and farm.

As for the mage charge, put the shield, put the guardian skill and so on. Brother, be sober, mages are strategic resources, not muscular warriors. Any magician is like a tactical nuclear bomb of the Republic, very delicate, and the cost is still expensive, not a cheap product that can be mass-produced by grenade flash bombs.

Yes, this can be done, after all, although there are no fighters in this world, there is also the profession of air knight. But, Nima, those magic crystal cannons you put in the Wind Thunder Castle are big fireworks, a low-level magic crystal shoots into the sky, and the power of the explosion can be compared to C4, killing a piece, besides, the training fee of the Sky Knight is not necessarily cheaper than that of the mage.

So, in this case, this Wind Thunder Fort has become a standard easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack type, of course, this is for the cold-weapon army.

・・・・・・Earl, Lord Count, there is a situation!" and a thief-eyed fellow pushed open the precious golden silk door of the room, and stumbled in, breathing like the bellows of a blacksmith's shop.

Inside, a thin old man sat in a leather chair, richly dressed and with his eyes intact, his curly blond hair and a pair of glasses on his left eye, which added some elegance to him. The old man was holding a piece of sheepskin in his left hand and a knife and pen in his right hand, stained with the blood of demonic beasts, and was concentrating on carving the magic array.

"What are you going to do? Port!" the old man angrily threw aside the sheepskin that had failed to draw because he had been disturbed. Apparently his presence broke the old man's drawing, and a beautifully handmade magic scroll failed to draw.

The old man who turned his face, the knife and pen stained with the blood of the demonic beast in his hand, disappeared at some point.

Even the servant who was close at hand didn't see how the pen was thrown out of his hand, and saw the slightly dissatisfied face of the curly-haired old man, already full of unhappiness at being disturbed.

The power of the sword and pen stained with the blood of the purple demonic beast was even greater than that of the disemboweled, and it pierced the thigh of the messenger like a child's play, and sank into the bluestone of the floor.

Although the burning of the demonic beast's blood was very uncomfortable, the servant still knelt on the ground motionless, enduring the pain: "Report, report to Lord Earl, outside, an army has come, about two thousand people, they claim to be the army under the Dark Temple of the Divine Court, what do you think?"

The curly-haired old man glared: "Cold salad!" ”

・・・・・・ "Brother You, you are my own brother, calm down! Don't be impulsive, that's a demon!" Chu Ming dragged You Nanzhe, who was the big black man. His anxious tears poured out, and although he tried his best, it was impossible for his slender arms to hold a soldier who was more than 1.9 meters tall.

More than ten meters in front of them, dozens of small fire demons the size of babies with hideous faces, fanning a pair of bat wings and holding a black trident in their hands, were smiling solemnly.

"Don't stop me!!"

You Nanzhe strained himself, threw Chu Ming aside with one hand, and then bent down and pulled out a shining Mitsubishi military thorn from his trouser leg, and strode towards the little fire demons flying in mid-air.

A fist-sized fireball flew in with the sound of a whistling wind, You Nanzhe's head turned to the right, and the fireball brushed his hair and passed, and after a few seconds, there was a smell of burnt paste in the air.

Brushing the curly hair that was scorched on the left side, You Nanzhe was dumbfounded: "You beasts, give Lao Tzu his life!" Dozens of fireballs passed by, scorched his hair, and roasted his clothes, but You Nanzhe was not afraid, he was like a soldier of the Celestial Empire, and he was not afraid to advance towards those hideous demons・・・・・・ a distance of more than ten meters, You Nanzhe rushed to it in a few seconds, and those little fire demons and monsters rose to the height with a smile.

"Whew!"

A Mitsubishi thorn that shimmered in the dark blue light in the sunlight flew up, and inserted into the eye of a small fire demon at high speed, and the sharp edge made the military thorn easily stab into the eye of the little fire demon, first the retina, then the lens, and finally destroyed the optic nerve, and inserted it into the little fire demon's brain that was only the size of a fire box.

Losing control of its central nervous system, a pair of wings on its back flapped weakly, and after a few weak flappings, its body fell to the ground with its body, turning into a ground of bone residue and meat sauce.

"Boom!"

When the rest of the little fire demons saw the miserable death of their companions, they all screamed and fled in all directions, and soon disappeared from the end of sight.

You Nanzhe walked over, took out the thorn with brain from the brain that had been broken into a watermelon, and then sat on the grass weakly, crying bitterly・・・・・・