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It was not difficult to escape, and although the barbarian forces that had stormed this section of the wall had been cleared, the situation was still chaotic. The stone walls were so slippery from the blood that they were in danger of slipping, the simply bandaged wounded lay on the ground, waiting for the stretchers of the ambulance team, moaning and crying, the soldiers who had lost their superiors and comrades stood beside the battlements with blank faces, not knowing where they should go, and the exhausted adventurers hid in inconspicuous corners to rest, exchanging inferior liquor and tobacco with each other.

In such a chaotic scene, a small man who is good at stealth will disappear in minutes, and it is impossible to find his trace, no matter what kind of mourner or executioner he is.

However, Vonderrick was not willing to let his mission fail. This matter must be treated calmly, suspicion without evidence is just suspicion, but if it slips away like this, the purpose is completely exposed. He admonished himself, and looked bewildered.

"Iron Master, do you mean that those desert barbarians intend to assassinate you?"

"Perhaps, after all, my presence has disrupted some people's plans, and surely someone will see me as a thorn in the side that must be removed. Avery replied with a smirk, and then looked away, "Let's not talk about that, you two, please pay attention to restrain the troops, tell everyone to prepare for a counterattack, that siege tower was ignited by fire, which is the signal that the counterattack has begun!"

Vonderrick blinked nervously, "Master Tie, do you have a way to burn down the barbarian siege towers? But what do you do? The barbarians guard the siege towers so tightly that even the elite of the escort group you brought can only stop the steady stream of barbarian warriors. ”

"I have a way, but I can only ignite it, I'm afraid I can't burn it directly. Avery replied lightly, "Let's get ready, I guess in five minutes, you'll see the results." ”

Vonderrick hesitated to leave. He knew that he was now under the suspicion of the Iron Master, so he didn't dare to show his opposition. In Coventry, the Iron Master's reputation has reached a certain level of indisputable and inviolability, which is the result of the deliberate indulgence and even the vigorous promotion of the Thornflower family. Von Derick couldn't imagine why Baron Edelman would do such a thing, and didn't he understand that doing so would put the Iron Master's personal prestige above that of the Thornflower family, and would be very detrimental to the stability of the ruling power of the city-state of Coventry?

Ordinary city guard soldiers and conscripted adventurers didn't think too much, and since the Iron Master, who had created a series of miracles, had the means to set fire to the barbarian siege towers, of course their morale was greatly boosted, their fatigue was gone, and even their running steps were more powerful. Victor's leader raised his voice and issued a series of commands, regrouping the hundreds of soldiers on this section of the wall into a relatively cohesive assault force.

Now it's up to Merlin Avery to set fire to the Barbarian Siege Tower. The fame-in-a-famous Iron Master straightened up in the midst of many expectant gazes, standing beside the ruins of the tower, his hands slowly raised, as if holding a heavy, invisible object. His eyes sparkled, and this was not an illusion caused by the reflection of the sun, because the sky over the battlefield was already cloudy, as if the gods in the sky could not bear to see the bloody conquest on earth, and closed their noble eyes.

With the exception of the untold undertaker Quimper - whom the Iron Master calls His Excellency, this cannot but be reminiscent of the honorific title for the Grandmaster of Alchemy - Sharp-toothed Catdragon Vonderrick's personal strength is second to none among the defenders of this part of the wall, more than a step stronger than the leader of Victor. However, because he was a recruited adventurer, he had not previously shown the strength to assassinate even the elite warriors of the barbarian race, so he did not get the identity corresponding to this strength.

In other words, Vonderrick was not a commander, nor an officer, but at best a relatively strong senior soldier. After the battle began, he had neither the right to oppose orders from the officers nor the right to leave the battlefield, but to act with the defending troops.

At first, Vonderrick was complacent about his decision. Because it was easy to get close to Merlin Avery, whether it was to find a way to gain trust or to stab a dagger in the back of the genius apothecary, it was necessary to get in touch with the Iron Master as soon as possible.

But soon, Vonderrick began to regret it. At the command of the leader of Victor, the team began to move forward slowly, and hundreds of heavily armed soldiers marched in orderly steps towards the center of the melee. However, Avery didn't follow the troops, remaining next to the ruins of the tower, his eyes flickering in intensity that seemed to increase with each second.

"Opportunity or trap?" the thought flashed through the dragon's mind. The Iron Master is now preoccupied with some unknown alchemization skill, and is only guarded by a stupid barbarian, so if he sneaks up at this time, he will definitely have a very good chance of succeeding.

However, if it's a tempting trap, it's bad. Vonderrick is confident in his skills, but he is also a cautious man. The Iron Master is a secret all over his body, and he can't take it too seriously. The Thousand Faces and the Skylark were all planted in front of him, and Vonderrick did not think that he was sure of success.

If you are not 100% sure, don't assassinate you. This was the most serious admonition that Long von Derick had ever received before his mission. The Iron Master doesn't have to die, he has a lot of background and is very useful, and if you can reach an alliance agreement with him, or at least some degree of tacit understanding, it will be very helpful for the next plan.

Vonderrick's hesitation was brief, but Victor had already made his choice for him. "Keep up with the group, boy, you'll need that short dagger next. After this battle, I will ask for credit to Your Excellency the Archon for you!"

It sounded like a warm and encouraging word, but a strange feeling rose in the heart of Long vonderik. The possibility of the trap became smaller, and he sighed with some regret, and shifted his steps to keep up with the advancing team.

Merlin Avery was using a very ordinary alchemy, but it was not a trap for an Assassin, but it was necessary. His spiritual power slammed into the metal sheet attached to his forehead, accurately marking the location of the barbarian siege tower, so that the black-winged god of death Gana Enlais, hovering at a height of two thousand meters, could easily find the target.

The new Winged Warframe is easier to maneuver than ever, with greatly improved speed and defense. This was the happy thought that flashed in the heart of Gana Enlais as she hovered high in the sky. The prototype of her flying wing armor is a damaged item excavated from the ruins of an ancient civilization, imitated by several mentors in the cultivation department of Broughfry Academy, nominally a grandmaster-level alchemy item, but in fact it is full of flaws, and it is a compliment to say that it is a quasi-grandmaster-level alchemy item.

The Winged Warframe replica of the Capital of Wisdom is a perfect recreation of the original item, which looks almost identical in appearance but is different in detail. It was clear to Gana Enlais that with the weight-bearing capacity of the winged armor in the past, it was impossible to afford an additional fifty kilograms of fiery glue.

The air at an altitude of 2,000 meters was very pure and cold, with heavy clouds under your feet and a sky as clear and bright as blue crystal overhead. Gana Enlais stretched her body, enjoying the feeling of the sun shining down on her body, and let out all the frustration and depression she had suffered some time ago, and her mind regained her peace.

Then she heard a call from Merlin Avery.

It's a very unique experience. When Gana Enlais opened her eyes, she saw a vast sea of clouds and a blue sky, but when she closed her eyes, it was not pitch black in front of her, but a broken city wall, the defenders and barbarian warriors who sacrificed their lives to fight together, the arrows and lead bullets that kept slicing through the air, and the sturdy, rough, sinister and fierce barbarian siege tower hundreds of meters away.

Looks like that's the goal.

Gana Enlais skillfully adjusted the flight angle, gradually narrowing the radius of the circle. The city-state of Coventry can accommodate tens of thousands of inhabitants, which can be regarded as a frontier town, but from a height of 2,000 meters, it is not much bigger than a table, and the barbarian siege towers tens of meters high are like children's toys, and the barbarian warriors and defenders are like two swarms of ants fighting together.

Throwing downwards from this height, and hitting the Barbarian siege towers accurately, was something that had never been attempted before for Gana Enlais. Coupled with the heavy clouds, it would have been an impossible task without the second vision provided by Avery.

Jana Enlais smiled, she loved to challenge the impossible. Heavy objects thrown from high altitudes will be disturbed by the wind, and may only deflect by a few centimeters at first, but can differ by tens or even tens of meters in the end.

There is only one way to solve the problem. Putting Avery behind her, Cana Enlais folded her wings slightly, aiming for her target and embarking on a thrilling ultra-long dive.

The weightlessness tore at Gana Enlais's internal organs, and the suffocating air flow rushed towards him, and if it weren't for the special goggles, I am afraid that I would not even be able to open my eyes. Gana Enlais accelerated and dived unconcernedly, faster and faster, faster and faster, and the earth spun and pounced on him, swallowing everything in his vision.

At the last moment, Gana Enlais drew his black greatsword and swung downward, severing the ropes that held the barrel full of fiery glue. The yellow-brown barrel continued to fall, shattering on the top floor of the barbarian siege tower, and then a pillar of fire dozens of meters long rose into the sky, and the explosion was deafening, as if the gods in the sky were angry and threw the thunder of divine punishment that destroyed everything.

In the midst of a volcanic eruption, Jana Enlais soared into the sky, even faster than when he swooped down. The Flying Wing Warframe trembled under the violent impact of the scorching air wave, shaking so violently, if it was replaced by the original defective product, I am afraid that it would directly disintegrate in the air. Blackwing Death kept a pleasant smile and enjoyed the exclamations, screams, and curses coming from below, the greatest compliment to the miracle she had created.

The barbarian siege tower burned into a hundred-meter-high sky-high flame, black smoke billowed out, and the stench of burnt flesh was suffocating. The barbarian warriors who surrounded the siege towers shouted and shouted in disarray, some tried to extinguish the flames with sand, others cried and retreated, and the siege troops who stayed at the bottom tried to withdraw from the siege towers, which had turned into a fire hell, and they soaked their clothes with water and urine, and rushed into the flames. However, the power of the flames brought by the blazing glue was far beyond imagination, and the barbarian warriors who touched the tongue of fire immediately burst into flames all over their bodies, as if their skin and flesh were oil and their bones were wax, and the whole person turned into a screaming and writhing torch in a matter of seconds, whether it was falling to the ground and rolling over or tearing clothes, the flames would burn even more fiercely.

The heat wave was coming, and there was no need to continue charging towards the siege tower. The fiery glue concocted by President Halderland was unimaginably powerful, and in the blink of an eye, the entire siege tower was set on fire, and the barbarian archers at the top of the tower had no way to retreat, and would rather jump down and fall to their deaths than struggle hopelessly under the scorching fire.

For both the Desert Barbarians and the Empire, this is a never-before-seen way of attacking. Although the Barbarians have an air force dominated by Roc and Vultures, they are more likely to be used for reconnaissance and vigilance, or to engage in aerial encounters with the Empire's winged forces. It never occurred to them that death would descend from above their heads and destroy the victory they had received in an instant.

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