Ever since the city-states under the Jerutian god system united to form the Jerutian kingdom, the equipment of the Jeruts has been unified.

Black scale armor with a shield in his hand, on which is the symbol of Jeruth, a black sun, and a triangular black ray.

The soldiers held hooked scythes in their hands, and the tips of their spears were long and sharp, which made it easy to stab in battle. The scythe part is long and narrow, which can destroy the legs of cavalry and tall people when dealing with them. These warriors moved very neatly, forming seven phalanxes, and slowly pressed towards the city of Leria. Every step on the ground is like stepping on the hearts of Leria's people, they have the determination to not be afraid of death, but when they see this scene, their mouths are still dry, and a cool breeze is pumped down the buttocks to the top of their heads.

Goodman's face was also very gloomy, and from the city wall, there was a black pressure in the distance, like a dark cloud. He was calculating in his heart, Leria's 30,000 warriors had already lost to the Black Wolf Legion in terms of numbers. Moreover, the warriors of Leria are far inferior to the elite of these Black Wolf Knights. Before Jeruth rebelled, Leria's regular army was only 5,000 men.

Using a population of 200,000 to train 5,000 people is already a very luxurious thing, and it is even more difficult to make up 30,000 people this time. The young and strong people in the city were all evacuated, and most of the rest were old and young, even if there were some young people, but it was the fire of Leria. Once things get to the point of no return, Goodman still prefers to keep a little spark and let the frontline team hold back the enemy and give them a chance to escape.

With 30,000 people, 5 heroes, to defeat an army of 50,000 people, and more than 10 heroes and a demigod, it's like a joke. Not to mention that there is also a monster that is comparable to a small mountain.

No matter how ambitious he was before, he always had to face the facts.

Goodman gasped, desperately, it's time!

There are not so many art of war in this world, and the form of war is extremely old, and it is directly confronted in the most positive way.

Thirty thousand Le Rhea warriors, dressed in rudimentary equipment, poured out of the gaping gates.

Goodman had never considered fighting a siege war, and the huge monster in the Black Wolf Legion was born for siege warfare. As long as the monster is close to the city, it has many ways to destroy the walls of the city and expose the weakest parts of the city to the Black Wolf Legion. So this battle must be fought out, at least to leave a little life for the rest of the people in the city.

Listening to the warriors of Leria under the city walls shouting the slogan of victory, Goodman's heart was dripping blood, and at this moment, he hesitated.

Is it really worth sacrificing the whole of Leriath for the sake of oneself or the wishes of a few people?

There is no answer to this question.

Because the two sides have already begun to contact.

Standing on the city wall and looking at the phalanx in the distance is like looking at a queue of neatly arranged ants. The ants quickly huddled together and became entangled. The dead ants at the front are constantly being cleaned out, and the places where they clash are getting higher and higher. The piles of corpses overlapped, and soon the ants changed places and continued to bite each other.

Goodman slammed the city walls, pursed his lips, and gritted his teeth and spat out a syllable, "Up!"

Five men rushed out of the city gate on their horses, followed by four more, Fred's ability was of little significance in the face of a battle of this magnitude, and it was very easy to become a target for the opposing hero's fire, his ability was only suitable for elite battles, the kind of battle between thirty or fifty people.

Rossi was also standing on the wall, waiting for a better opportunity to cut in.

His target is the demigod opposite.

The demigod is enough to provide him with a huge divine source, and his fingers are still stored in the low-temperature refrigerator, and if he wants to perform miracle recovery, he needs a larger divine source to promote the use of divine magic. If he wants to obtain more divine sources, he can only beat the attention of demigods.

The hero's intervention eased the tragic battle between a large and a small pile of ants, and the hero's strength was indiscriminate, and the soldiers should not only guard against the sudden killing move of the opposite hero, but also be careful to guard against accidental injuries from behind.

Unbeknownst to Olisney, Rossi was watching him and his companions from Corgi City behind his back, and he was already in the middle of a bitter battle.

His opponent is a hero who can summon and use the water elemental. Water and fire have been a rival since ancient times. When the temperature of the fire is high enough to evaporate all the water elements, the flame is the winner. But when there are so many water elements that they can extinguish any flame, water is a winner.

It's a fateful battle, and it's a bitter one.

Olisni's two waves of flame were extinguished by the opponent's three waterfalls, and one of the opponent's water guns became water vapor in the flames of Olisni, and the two competed to see who could hold on longer, have better stamina, and control power more freely.

It can't go on like this!

He understood very well that the other party seemed to be working hard, but there was no sense of urgency in the other party's eyes, like a cat that had caught a mouse, and released its sharp teeth and sharp claws, not kindly letting the mouse go, just having a little fun for himself.

Olisney's high society only knows how to enjoy and people, and he is not an honest boy in the lower city who honestly buries himself in work and fantasizes about his future, he is a waste picker. Not only does the scavenger have to find something to sell for money in the garbage heaps and the dilapidated corners of the city, he sometimes makes a cameo as a robber. He's not a rule-by-one person, so he thought of a way.

Two of the three waves of fire are aimed at the opponent, and one is an ordinary person who sprays at the opponent.

The former was easily extinguished by the waterfalls, while the latter burned forty or fifty people to death and emptied a fan-shaped area.

The warriors of Leria were stunned for a moment, and the warriors of the Black Wolf Legion were also stunned for a moment, there were really not many unsophisticated envoys like Olisni. Shouldn't oracles be noble, noble, virtuous people? In fact, oracles and heroes rarely attack ordinary people in war, especially if Olisni still has opponents.

Just when everyone lost their minds, several waves of flames shot out, and the high temperature of more than 1,000 degrees incinerated the people hidden in the scale armor in a very short time, and immediately cleared a large area.

Compared to the power of fire, water is indeed less satisfactory in terms of direct damage.

One after another, the waterfalls rushed towards the warriors of Leria in the retaliatory attack, in addition to the damage of the fighters on the front line of the attack, the people behind could only be staggered by the water, at most they fell to the ground, patted their butts and got up to fight. Water guns can indeed kill, but the speed of killing is far less than that of flames!

Olisny's opponent was stupid, Olisny was happy.

He ran, spreading fire on all the warriors around him who didn't belong to Leria, burning one place after another. He didn't even care about the water envoy who was chasing him with red eyes behind him, and he disrupted the formation of the two sides. The morale that had been low at the beginning was once again raised with his wayward actions.

Rosie rubbed her nose and laughed.

This guy still has a little ability.