When they reach their position, the money has been enough, and if there is no accident, the official position will not be promoted, so what else can you expect?

Isn't it just the pursuit of a hundred years of longevity, leaving a stench for thousands of years?

As long as he is the first to break through the elven royal capital, then the glorious titles such as famous generals and heroes will be worn on his head, and maybe the human gods will also send down rewards! At that time, even if it is given to a king, it will not be changed.

"Brothers, the general said, the first person to break the city, reward the knighthood! Reward the territory! The bounty is 30,000 coins! Those pointed ears can't support it! Rushing in is to be promoted and rich, rich and have women! Whoever fights to kill the enemy, kills one enemy, and the bounty is 300!"

The officers stood in front of the formation, shouting and inciting, and beside them were large chests full of gold coins, from which the gold coins were poured almost dazzling the eyes of the soldiers.

There are so many gold coins, and what could be more demoralizing than these shiny gold coins for these poor soldiers?

Suddenly, the roar that erupted outside the Elven King's capital almost shook the ground.

Hundreds of thousands of human armies were like an endless tide surging towards the tree wall, and those mages who had been recuperating also flew into the sky, and all the meteor fire rain poured down towards the tree wall.

At the same time, hundreds of magic catapults will shoot boulders with magical flames out of the way.

In an instant, the Elven King was plunged into a sea of fire, and although the power of the three World Trees quickly attracted rain and extinguished the fire, those tree walls were already broken, and there was no time to repair them when the human army was swarming.

"I'm rushing in!" a bearded human soldier was the first to rush through the broken part of the tree wall, screaming excitedly after slashing off the head of the dying elf in front of him.

But as soon as he roared, he was pierced through his throat by a sharp arrow, and then he slowly fell down with a dumb voice.

All the soldiers who were the first to break through the tree wall were cared for by sharp arrows. Pierced his throat and died, but the few remaining elven archers could not have killed all the human soldiers who kept pouring into the tree wall.

When the difference in quantity reaches a limit, even the quality cannot make up for it.

Even if the elven gods intervened at this time, it would be impossible to turn the tide of the battle, after all, if the elven gods intervened, then it was impossible for the human gods to turn a blind eye. Let them slaughter the human army.

As the human soldiers continued to pour into the royal capital, the only defense available to the elves at this time was to use the World Tree as a cover and keep shooting the incoming soldiers.

But as the mage and the catapult shifted their sights toward the World Tree, the elves despaired, and in frustration they lowered their bows and arrows and prayed their last prayers to the gods they worshipped.

At this moment, the ground began to shake, and the humans who were caught in the excitement, rage and blood did not notice this abnormal movement at all, except for the generals of the unified army, who were able to notice this abnormal movement, were those mages flying in the sky.

The mages turned their heads in unison to look in the direction of the tremors. In the blink of an eye, their faces changed slightly, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose in the distance, and a large number of fierce beasts loomed in the smoke.

If it were ordinary beasts, it would be fine, but those beasts would give the mages a sense of danger, as if the mouth full of sharp teeth would be on their neck in the next moment.

While a few mages went down to report the situation to the generals, even the humans on the ground were able to see the beasts that were rushing at a rapid pace.

These beasts are strange-looking, and on their backs sit extremely fierce minotaurs.

Well, there is a race of minotaurs in this world. But it's close to extinction.

Therefore, after seeing these Jiuli people rushing towards them on fierce beasts, the first reaction of the generals was to get rich.

This can't be blamed for them getting into the eyes of money. After all, any kind of creature that is about to become extinct is priceless, and it is rare to be expensive.

The calculating mage has already counted the number of these minotaurs, after all, any spell requires rapid mental arithmetic to build a spell model.

"More than 700 minotaurs? ”

In the eyes of the generals, less than a thousand minotaurs simply came to deliver food, but there were more than half a million soldiers here.

One person can drown them with a single spit.

All right. Although the real Minotaur has a lot of strength, because his natural brain is not very flexible, he is not particularly outstanding in combat, especially after the crossbow arrow appeared in this world, the Minotaur who only knew the charge was quickly eliminated by this world.

This is not a legend. Rather, it is a fact that even if the skin of the minotaur is strong enough to resist the slash of an ordinary soldier's sword, it is only a hedgehog under the cover of crossbow arrows.

But the generals didn't know that these minotaurs were completely different from the minotaurs in their minds.

In order to capture all these minotaurs, more than 20,000 crossbowmen were drawn out of the siege sequence and arranged into a phalanx, and the crossbows in their hands were equipped with crossbow arrows smearized with narcotic alchemy drugs.

This is inevitable, otherwise, how could it be possible to catch so many elves.

In front of the phalanx of crossbowmen are three rows of pikemen, cheap cannon fodder who will form a solid wall of flesh from their flesh.

"Put!"

"Put!"

"Put!"

Seeing the minotaurs galloping on their mounts into range, the officers immediately gave the order.

The crossbow bolts were divided into three waves to cover the distance between the phalanx and the minotaur, and even if the minotaur was fast, such an attack method could not escape the crossbow shot.

But something unexpected happened to the generals, and when the minotaurs saw the crossbow arrows coming, they immediately roared, and with this roar, they emitted a blood-red light, and after a while, all the blood-red light gathered together to form a huge light shield.

The officers were dumbfounded by the raindrop of crossbow arrows that struck the mask and snapped, and by the time they came to their senses and tried to give the order to evacuate, the minotaur in their eyes had rushed headlong into the line of pikemen, splashing blood in patches.

The Jiuli people used to be the most powerful warriors of the barbarian race, and the same is true in this magical world, where every adult clansman has a strength equivalent to the sixteenth level of this world.

One can imagine what kind of situation will happen when such a group of fighters rushes into a group of fighters whose strength is only two or three levels.

Even ants can't nibble on elephants.

In fact, even if these Jiuli people didn't make a move, their mounts would be enough to wipe out more than 20,000 soldiers. (To be continued.) )