"There seems to be gunfire in the distant sky, no, it is indeed gunfire!

On the towering red tower on the southern wall of Kislevgrad, an officer in charge of the guard made a nervous voice with a hint of surprise. The possible good news was so great that he couldn't believe his ears.

"Well, let's fire a magic flare and see, whatever it is, we're going to get this to the bottom of it. ”

Grand Friar of Cheetah, Abbot of the Monastery of St. Cheetah of Kislev, Daleen, calmly replied to the surprised officer, the old Cheetah Knight was in charge of the duty of the tower tonight, and had the final say.

The gunners immediately got busy, turning the heavy winch, tightening the black torsion springs, aiming the muzzles of the large crossbow at the sky, and placing magic flares engraved with runes. This flare is a combination of fireworks technology and heavenly spells, and can emit a blazing flash in the air for twenty seconds, and it is also an indispensable item in the night battle to defend the city. During the siege of Kislevgrad, the defenders cast a thousand rounds of these shells, and the current stock is quite sufficient.

"Ah, it turned out to be a small airship? When did the Empire switch to this slow-swallowing thing for sending letters? It doesn't seem to be safe to pass through the enemy blockade at this height, right?"

With a terrible roar, a bright light streaked across the sky between the walls and the trenches, casting a layer of light over the dark camp of the Chaos army in the distance. The bald old monk held up his brass telescope, a hint of disappointment on the corner of his mouth.

In fact, these days, Kislevgrad relies on magical black swans and elven eagles to communicate with the outside world. The Black Swan is responsible for delivering some insignificant good news, while the messenger riding the Elven Eagle carries a top-secret scroll that can be burned at any time, and the two constitute the information line of the Red Wall King Capital, and their common feature is that they can fly to a height of more than three thousand meters, avoiding the Harpy Banshee and the Bipedal Wyvern and the Long-tailed Winged Lion that can only fly low in the chaos army. No one uses hot air balloons, because the balloon's fragile defenses and slow speed make all the difference.

But only a moment later, the heavily armored Great Monk's face suddenly changed, his voice roared like thunder, and his sword was drawn from its scabbard.

"The enemy is preparing for a night attack! Alarm sounded! Gun positions are being fired!"

Burning rockets soared into the sky, furious alarm bells echoed in the attic of the towers, ballistas and artillery roared one after another, and the sleeping city of Kislevgrad suddenly woke up in anger, like a hibernating bear raising its claws.

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"How could the followers of the false gods know about our plan for a surprise attack!

Grand Chief Norse Odyssus roared in anger and swung his Chaos Battle Axe and slashed at the wooden pillars of the fortifications like a mad bull. There was a reason for this, and the great leader of the Norse was distressed by the heavy artillery fire from the tower, and his elite death squads, which were densely lined up beside the trenches and ready to attack in concealment, were heavily wounded by the heavy artillery fire from the tower.

"It's a strange question, but we've done a good job of concealment! Why would the enemy fire flares first and then fire first?"

A female wizard dressed in a bandeau of animal skins, wearing a leash and skeletal head and shoulders, with long blond hair, a ponytail knotted with silver chains carved with skeletons, and pale blue eyes full of incomprehensible light.

"Forget it, then withdraw the death squad and let the damn Chaos Dwarves start shooting! Are they going to wait until the death squad is done before shooting?"

The tall Norse warrior in the heavy armor of the giant horn waved his hand vigorously and gave orders to the lieutenants beside him. A faint Sigil of the Slaanesh God rose from his body, emitting a purple glow.

In fact, Grand Chief Odeus was the head of the Chaos Army in charge of artillery feints, with 14,000 Norse warriors and 60 miscellaneous artillery pieces under his command. Some of these cannons were improvised forged by Chaos Dwarven craftsmen, and some were captured from previous battles, and their performance varied, except for two of the true Chaos Cannons of Hell. For this battle, he put a lot of effort into marshalling them, and spent a lot of gold on the Chaos Dwarves for this. Now, it's finally time to use them!

"Wait, Lord Odes, do you feel some special pressure in the air above the camp behind you? it seems to be the force of the False Gods!"

The blonde-haired Chaos Mistress suddenly raised her weapon, the eight-foot-long beast-headed halberd flowing with a magical glow in the narrow bunker, and at this moment, her appearance suddenly changed, long feathers burst out of her sideburns, covering her ears with golden crescent earrings, like a giant demon bird attaching to her body.

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"Oh my God, this is spectacular! Did the Chaos choose our moment to launch a siege?"

Standing on the bow of the airship, the dwarf Bhaska couldn't help but sigh, because the scene in front of him was really indescribable. The airship lowered its altitude, and the majestic Kislevgrad was already in front of them, countless fireballs and fireworks slicing brilliant traces between the giant city and the Chaos Position. Bursts of muffled cannon sounds came from below, and sparks and plumes of smoke rose in all directions.

"In that case, Jessica will be the first reinforcement to enter Kislevgrad! Jessica is so happy!"

Jessica, a wolf-eared girl, blinked with a smile, this Midland's tenth champion always looked like he was not afraid of heaven and earth. After a short but fierce battle, the Harpys scattered and fled, so she was relatively relaxed for now.

"The Supreme Ancestral God blesses, the enemy's Harpy should be wild. They are not trained to attack airships, which is why we have been able to hold on until now. Otherwise......"

The red-bearded captain spat out a smoke ring, his face covered with beads of sweat of nervousness. In fact, the harpy just now was stupidly chasing the human breath to attack, and did not fly to the top of the airship to tear the fragile air bag, which is a blessing. Otherwise, after the air sac is torn, even the Divine Favor warrior will have nothing to do, unless it is the Nebula Warlock who has the ability to control the air flow to hope for salvation.

In fact, this is also the reason why the large army does not use airship formations to bomb the sky above the enemy position, because the expensive airships made of huge amounts of cloth are too vulnerable, and they are almost vulnerable to well-trained flying monsters and wizards riding two-legged wyverns. The huge airbag is the best target, its huge surface area makes it impossible for even the high-level Grand Mentor to do it, as long as a few experienced Harpies hang up their blades, they can easily tear a huge rift at the top, causing the airship to fall to the ground like a stone, and then everything will be reduced to nothing.

"Don't think about bad questions just yet, concentrate your forces and let's land in Kislevgrad!"

Old Loren interrupted the captain's exclamation, his sword still pointed vigilantly at the distant enemy. Hyde and Frey stood side by side beside him, the howling wind curling their hair and flying, with the scent of wind and clouds.

"Your Highness Hyde, look down there, are you wandering?"

Frey gently tugged at Hyde's arm, and she suddenly felt that something was wrong with Hyde, and from the beginning, he had been silent, silent like a statue.

"Ah...... I'm using the realm of perception to probe the enemy, it's a sea, a real sea!"

After a few eager calls, Hyde finally answered Frey with a sudden realization, his eyebrows furrowed as if he had seen something terrible.