Look at the goblins rushing forward with the siege towers and rams, and the orcs and gnolls carrying long ladders behind the goblins.

Count Wicks Target, who was standing on the ramparts, breathed a clear sigh of relief.

Because he knew that if it was just these guys, it would be a pipe dream to capture the strong and steep walls.

With the command of professional soldiers and officers, even if they are temporarily conscripted civilians, they can easily kill a few or even a dozen goblins.

If you combine shields, spears, javelins, bows, falling rocks, fire oil and other things, it will not be difficult to take out the first few groups of orcs and gnolls that rushed up.

As long as those ogres, half-giants, and trolls aren't involved in the offense, there's not much pressure on the defense.

The only thing that worried the lord was the red dragon that was constantly hovering overhead, but never lowering in height.

He is like a "sword of Damocles" hanging over everyone's heads, and once he swoops down, it is bound to cause unimaginable destruction and casualties.

An officer next to him seemed to notice his lord's concern, and immediately lowered his voice and comforted, "Don't worry too much, Lord Earl. I've just told the men on the left and right towers who are in charge of operating the dragon hunting crossbow that if this dragon dares to swoop down and attack the walls, we will definitely be able to give him some color. ”

The "Dragon Hunting Crossbow", as the name suggests, is a large special bed crossbow designed to target and kill dragons.

It is usually made by dwarves or mages, and it is blessed with a number of powerful enchantments.

The effective firing range can reach from two hundred meters to three hundred meters.

Even the cheapest "Dragon Hunting Crossbow" is worth about 15,000 to 20,000 gold coins, and each arrow is a special enchanted arrow, and one arrow costs 500 to 600 gold coins.

Despite the high price, almost all cities or fortresses in Faeron will buy a few in case they need them.

After all, the threat of dragons is real here.

No ruler would dare to take it lightly.

But the problem is that Count Wicks Targett knows that although the "Dragon Hunting Crossbow" has the ability to damage and even kill dragons, it is not easy to really hit a dragon flying at high speed.

In many cases, dragons only need to make a sharp turn, or suddenly reduce or climb in height, and they can easily miss the enchanted arrows fired by the "Dragon Hunting Crossbow".

However, he did not say what was in his heart, but nodded pretending to be calm.

Because what is needed most at the moment is to calm people's hearts and minds and calm down the panicked and feared civilians and prepare for battle.

And exaggerating the deterrent power of the "dragon hunting crossbow" is undoubtedly a good way to stabilize people's minds.

In this way, to the roar of the veterans and officers on the city walls, the crossbowmen began to draw their bowstrings one after another, and fired covering at the enemy who entered the firing range.

In the blink of an eye, the goblins fell like wheat harvested with a sickle.

Although they hold improvised shields made of door panels and wooden planks, they can effectively resist slashing weapons such as swords during melee attacks.

But in the face of extremely penetrating bows and crossbows, it is basically a lonely. …

The vast majority of sharp arrows pierced the planks directly, inflicting astonishing damage on the goblins hiding behind.

Only the lucky ones who hid behind battering towers and battering rams managed to escape.

Normally, with such a huge casualty suddenly, with the nature of the goblins, I am afraid that they would have turned around and slipped away.

But this time, just as they were about to escape, the orc and gnoll warlords behind them slashed and killed mercilessly.

After paying another two or three hundred casualties, the stupid goblins finally realized that this time the "big men" were not just insulting, beating and intimidating, but were going to kill all those who dared to escape.

In desperation, they could only endure the fear of death in their hearts, and continued to rush forward in the rain of arrows.

After paying a considerable number of casualties, it finally managed to push several huge siege towers in front of the city walls.

But before the raft above could be lowered, a fireball glowing orange exploded at the top of the siege tower.

Rumble!!!!!!

With the blinding light of the fire and the rush of heat, a dozen gnolls who were about to charge were burned to the ground on the spot.

At the same time, the huge siege equipment made entirely of wood was immediately ignited, like a huge torch that began to burn.

You don't have to ask to know that this must have been Alena's doing.

She is the only one who can't wait to unleash her spells and inflict a head-on blow on her enemies with their blazing flames.

The pyromancer knew very well that his eyes were basically all castlists of plastic fire-type magic, and it was useless against the red dragon who was immune to fire damage.

So there is no need to spare your hands at all, just bombard these besieging monsters indiscriminately.

It didn't take long for all the five siege towers on the monster army's side to be ignited by the soaring flames, and there was no way to get close.

In contrast, there were quite a few goblins, orcs, gnolls, and bear goblins who climbed up the ladder and began to engage the guards on the city walls.

At this time, the orc Twitter finally had room to play, and took the heavy two-handed axe, specifically looking for those who were more difficult to deal with.

The holy warrior Aroline, together with the priests and soldiers of the church, rushed to "put out fires" wherever there was a crisis.

This improvised team is basically composed of followers of Ilmat, the god of suffering, Heim, the god of guards, and Tom, the body of justice and courage.

Due to the relative proximity of each other's philosophies, the temples often cooperate with each other on weekdays, and they can trust each other.

The priests of Tampas, the god of war, and the Red Knight, the goddess of strategy, preferred to side with the soldiers, offering them a variety of healing and enhanced magic-like spells, while smashing the enemy's celestial cover with a spike mallet and flail.

In the eyes of these mad men who love battle, war, and strategy, the current war is simply the best gift to the gods they serve.

You must know that the priest of Feren is not one of the support classes in many games that wear light and sexy robes and can only hide behind teammates to heal.

Quite the opposite.

When they put on sturdy armor and take up weapons and shields to step into battle, it will make the vast majority of warriors feel ashamed.

Especially those priests who also cultivate warrior skills and expertise, after blessing themselves with a large number of enhancement spells, they can directly rush into the middle of the monster and open the unequaled.

Some of the most murderous Tampas priests even teamed up to empty a section of the city wall that had just been overrun by the monsters that had just sprung up.

The scarred armor and weapons were densely covered with dark red blood, as well as white brains and small pieces of pink intestines.

But they didn't care, but grinned with a "nuclear good" smile, obviously enjoying the process of fighting and killing.

"Master, it seems a bit dangerous here, I suggest you better go back a bit. Otherwise, it's easy to get hit by those flying stones. ”

The soldier used his shield to block an arrow from a distance, and proposed with a wary expression.

Although those stupid and ignorant monsters simply do not know how to measure distances.

But as the number of operations increased, I gradually mastered a little trick.

Moreover, under their manipulation, the stones thrown by those catapults are comparable to the "Brownian motion bombs" of a certain major country in South Asia.

No one knows exactly where they're going to fly or what they're going to hit.

It is this grave uncertainty that fills the soldiers with worries.