More and more Imperial soldiers regrouped beneath the walls, their hands and blades mottled across the walls like countless struggling fish splashing in water. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Iron Giants did slow down, they seemed to be starting to grow old and sluggish. Their movements as they slashed across the ground and smashed their skulls began to sway like comical puppets, and the corpses they chewed on could not be swallowed for half a day.

They began to howl loudly, like dozens of tigers hiding in their abdomen.

While the Imperial soldiers who escaped the Silver Eagle Guards let their companions run into its iron palms and die, they escaped and rushed to the bottom of the tower, sword raised, and tried to shake the walls - at least saving a small life.

The figure of the distant elemental dragon began to fade, the luster of the metal element began to decline, and the spiritual power of the mages was almost exhausted. But the Iron Demons were no better, they were thrown to the ground by the dragon, blasted to pieces, and the arcing waterspouts knocked them to the ground, some never to get back to their feet.

Time demons, like dragons, have reached their limits. They whined and cried, becoming more and more rare.

One by one, the rebels who stood on the tower fell, their spirits drained, their mouths and noses bleeding, their bodies covered in the imprint of the image of Sartan Diggs, and the ancient summoning rituals drained their power. The demons of time also disappeared in droves as they fell.

Ross and Bassoon were no better, their eyes were oozing blood, and the mark of the devil had climbed up their necks, looking like giant pythons wrapped around their bodies. But the Iron Giants were still getting weaker and weaker—they had little strength left to chant incantations.

Odin stood on the conning tower, watching the battle on the ground, the Imperial army had completely lost their will, and they had to kneel by the city gate and cry for mercy.

This brutal war of attrition had good results, the eight thousand imperial troops, who were previously able to stand densely within one mile of the land, were now killed and wounded, corpses were everywhere, and the charging crowd became sparse, and only the Silver Eagle Guards preserved their combat effectiveness.

The victims were weak and numb to their mortal fate, and they had no strength to dodge the stones and oil that rolled down from the walls. They looked at the charred corpses in despair, and no one even wanted to bury the dead. Soon, the people beneath the walls were killed by a staggered array of spell elements and fire oil.

It seems that there are less than a thousand soldiers of the Imperial Empire who are threatened.

However, the situation of the defenders of Paliwa was not much better, seeing that the apostate had reached the point of running out of oil and lamps, and the civilian army had almost all lost their spell casting powers, they sat on the walls and gasped, barely able to move the oil barrels, let alone pick up their swords to fight the enemy.

Carter frowned, he knew that the war had reached a critical moment, and as long as he persevered, he could achieve victory. However, the civilians were exhausted, and he watched several stone-like people, pale and staggering, rolling down the pavement and injuring several soldiers.

Without the help of the Time Demon and the attack assistance of the civilian army, it is impossible for the mages of Deep Valley City to annihilate all the invaders, they can consume the Silver Eagle Guards who are still fighting power, but the spellcasters of the Sanctuary not far away are likely to drag them into the mud.

That's when the worst thing happened.

The renegades fell to the ground one after another, their bodies extremely high, their convulsions, foaming at the mouth like a sheep seizure, black scars crawling all over their bodies.

As their mental power was depleted, all the silver time demons turned into steel shards, and the elemental dragons in the distance disappeared, and the Sanctuary spellcasters went into hiding again.

The Imperial army suddenly lost a powerful shackle, and the silver monster that had bitten their armor and swallowed them was reduced to shreds in an instant, much to the excitement of the mad commander, who believed that persistence brought victory.

Next, the battle suddenly became difficult, and the original hunter became the hunted prey again.

The spellcasters, who had taken refuge in the jungle, began to unleash their spells on the Iron Giant. Above the heads of these trolls are one after the other God's Wrath Circle, a simple mid-level circle consisting of a triangular rune circle and a lightning spell that can unleash multiple lightning arcs with a blasting effect.

This is the most effective way to deal with steel monsters summed up by the mages of the Sanctuary, they are not afraid of high temperatures, and their body strength is so high that they can't even pierce light thorns, but the powerful arc can blow their bodies out of holes.

The arc light gradually flickered in the sky, and the purple halo made people unable to open their eyes, and with a series of piercing explosions, the extremely dazzling spherical arc gradually expanded, as if several huge suns fell on the iron giants, melting their metal scale armor, and the molten iron that flew everywhere instantly scalded the soldiers on the ground.

The giants wailed and took a few steps back, their bodies bitten by the arc ball, orange-red molten steel oozing out of the cracks, but they still guarded the walls, slowly lifting the soldiers on the ground, crushing them, and staggering and waving their iron fists to stop the Imperial army from moving forward.

Ross and Bassoon began to tremble all over, like patients with a fever, and even their teeth were shaking. The pressure was so strong that blood seeped from the corners of their mouths and noses, and they couldn't hold on anymore.

Odin walked out of the conning tower, patted them on the shoulder, and ordered them to stop.

"Enough, don't hold on any longer. ”

Then, he turned around, very calm, as if he used to sit in the study, drink a sip of black tea and eat a snack, and said to Carter with a smile: "Now immediately, take your people and evacuate from the underground passage." ”

"Rescue the incapacitated Maipu people, who have made great sacrifices for the war. Odin looked at Carter as if he wasn't on the battlefield, just an ordinary afternoon. But every word he said, there was no doubt.

The young lord was obviously shocked: "This ...... What the hell is ...... What's going on? Do you want me to give up the city of Pariva now? Victory is close at hand......"

Odin pointed to the civilian soldiers paralyzed on the ground, panting and wearing broken leather armor, and said lightly: "Do you want these people to face the long swords of the Imperial Army? They don't even have the strength to raise their weapons. ”

"And the Maipu people, who did not hesitate to put themselves in danger for the sake of this city-state, how do you let them face the enemy armed to the teeth and armed with swords in a coma?"

"Now the Imperial Army may be wailing and wailing, and if the situation changes, they will be man-eating beasts. You are the leader, and you have to see clearly that whatever advantage we have today is an illusion, and our people cannot afford to fight naked in close combat. ”

Carter still looked at the Warlock in bewilderment, wondering why he had given up everything he had insisted on when he was on the verge of victory. (To be continued.) )