Click! Another flash of thunder shook people's eardrums. At some point, the translucent magical portal began to thin out and eventually come to naught. The air was clear again, but it was stained with a hint of salty iron, which made people feel a faint pain when they smelled the lobes of their lungs.

The last one to step out of the portal was a hulking troll that was as tall as two people stacked even when bent over, and his face was painted in a terrifying pattern of chalk ink. In his hand he held a large staff with a human skull carved from magical black crystal, almost the size of a normal human skull. The name above his head indicates that this is the leader of the troll race that betrayed the continent of Falvi, and the evil troll magician known as the "Void Hand" - Mrak.

The clouds were piling up again, the glow of lightning and magic was fading, and the heavens and the earth seemed to become darker at this moment, and I could no longer observe the enemy's appearance as closely as I had just now.

"Knock knock knock......" A shocking drum beat came from the opposite position. A line of towering chariots slowly pushes out of the enemy line. These chariots were surprisingly large, almost as tall and low as our walls, with a thick layer of planks hanging from them, and behind them a long staircase that reached to the ground. Once these behemoths are close enough to build a bridge over the walls of the wooden planks, the soldiers of the Apocalyptic Empire can use it to storm the city.

At the same time, a low horn sounded in the Dark Cloud Fortress, and the silent Primitives lined up for battle, standing on the walls of the city and watching the approaching enemy without saying a word. on the city walls. The trebuchets made by the hands of the dwarves and the Confucians began to move, and the sturdy minotaur soldiers twisted the winch with force, the noose strangled the thick log machinery with a tooth-aching creak, and a violent destructive force was hidden behind the heart-stopping sound.

"It's so stuck, it's still a fart......" Although the comrades beside me complained one by one, they still used their weapons and prepared for the battle.

Now is the most depressing moment before the battle begins. There has been no contact between us and us. Even the longest-range city defense weapons could not reach the enemy's territory. However, at this time, there seemed to be an invisible steel string on the silent battlefield, which was gradually being taut, and the enemy army took every step forward. The string was tightened a little tighter. As the row of siege engines approached, the string seemed to have been stretched to the limit......

"Boom...... When the enemy's siege chariot was still about a hundred paces away from the city wall, a catapult placed at the top of the fortress threw a huge stone projectile. The spring ejected with a low sound, like a majestic sigh, breaking the silence that enveloped the battlefield. The stone projectile slashed through an ominous curve in the air, and finally slammed into the body of a siege vehicle with a loud thud. The siege vehicle was hit hard, and suddenly its whole body trembled, and its momentum was blocked, and then it continued to move forward. It's still usable, but it looks a lot more damaged and moves a little slower. At the top of the siege engine. Half of the green strip that shows its durability has been lost.

It was an encouraging start, and after that, the other catapults on the city walls followed suit. One by one, huge stone projectiles flew out of the city, and then found their value in the bodies of these siege engines. In the face of the enormous destructive power of catapults. These tall siege engines were not as sturdy as they seemed, and if they were hit twice by a stone projectile, they would be completely destroyed and shattered into a pile of wood shard.

In the face of the threat of catapults, the siege vehicles of the Emperor of the Last Days** are like ugly reptiles, squirming forward tremblingly, and if they are not careful, they will suffer a catastrophe.

However, the number of catapults at the head of the city was limited, and they could not cover the entire battlefield, and the number of enemy siege engines was so numerous. Eventually, more than thirty siege engines managed to dodge the rain of catapults and approach the walls of the fortress, and there were still quite a few of these large creatures slowly moving forward in the enemy positions. The defenders on the walls of the city shoot sharp feathered arrows at the enemies below the city; And at the top of the siege vehicle, the two dark elves ranked as "Emperor ** Ranged Strikers" were not to be outdone, and poured a rain of arrows on the city wall intensively.

At such a distance, some of the volunteer armies of the air waders, which mainly focus on long-range attacks, have already come into play. Whether it is a ranger armed with a bow and a crossbow and a firearm, or a magician and warlock who manipulates magical power, they are all not to be outdone and have thrown themselves into battle. These people are all strong people above level forty, most of them have completed the task of changing jobs, and there are a few guys who have been promoted quickly and have reached level fifty. Their attack methods are more diverse, more powerful, and they also have a variety of additional attribute damage, and their lethality is not at all comparable to the group of level thirty-eight elven archers on the city wall. Although they were all in a strange state at the moment, sluggish and stiff - they blamed it on "stuck" - these minor problems did not make much of a difference in the current long-distance combat.

At first, only those who used ranged attacks as their main means of fighting were involved in the battle, but gradually, more and more people were no longer willing to be spectators of the battle, and chose their own different methods to join the confrontation.

The first to lose his breath was our old friend, the former orc wanderer Yangtze River Delta. Like the vast majority of people here, he had successfully completed his job change mission by this time and became a shadow thief. As an advanced class for the Wanderer, the Shadow Thief, in addition to still possessing the ability to sneak attack, is also adept at crafting a variety of elaborate traps and traps, and is adept at concocting and using many different types of poisons, relying on these insidious means to fight enemies.

However, at this time, neither traps nor toxin drugs can play any role at such a distance. The Yangtze River Delta uses a completely unexpected means:

Lapidation.

As a competent Shadow Thief, it is a necessary skill to lure enemies to their own traps, so each Shadow Thief must learn the skill of "throwing stones" to lure enemies. Draw pebbles to attract the enemy's attention and draw them into his own trap - of course, this is only a trick to lure the enemy, and its only lethality is to deduct a little bit of the enemy's health, which is a negligible amount of damage even in extremely low-level combat.

However, this is already the only ranged attack skill that the Yangtze River Delta can use, and I guess he wants to use such a skill here. The desire to create a gimmick, attract attention, and satisfy vanity seems to be stronger than the purpose of going into battle to kill the enemy. And so it is. When this

The ordinary big fat man shouted angrily: "Get out of the way, and when he rounded his bloated arm and threw a small pebble not much bigger than a mountain date with all his might in a stupid attitude that was eager to try, it did cause a burst of joking laughter and applause from the surrounding comrades-in-arms."

The stone was thrown low and flat. It had no purpose at all, and as soon as it flew out of the wall, it planted it crookedly downwards to see its flight path. At most, it can only knock on the chassis of a siege vehicle, and it can't even hit a figure. This low-level catapult technique immediately attracted a boo on the city wall, and the longbow shot the sun oil tone and ridiculed loudly: "Triangle, you are a football international, right?" I think you shoot a lot like Henry. ”

This inferior joke obviously hurt the self-esteem of the Yangtze River Delta, he was angry and annoyed, his face was red with shame, and he immediately ridiculed him: "You are a football international, your whole family is a football international." His unconvincing counterattack immediately caused another uproar.

As he spoke, the pebble of no hope hit the base of the siege engine, as everyone expected, and gently struck on its heavy plank. There was a soft "to" sound, and then it bounced off in the distance.

The ......siege trucks, as high as buildings, fell in response to the sound, and sawdust flew and smoke and dust flew everywhere. In the moment of collapse. Two grim green characters rise from the top of the siege engine, like a sudden countercurrent. Choked everyone's laughter in the lungs -- "-1".

Everyone's expressions were frozen in amazement, their mouths open enough to fit a large brick—a few minotaurs could even fit two—and their eyes were so wide that they could fill almost two-thirds of their faces, and I felt like I could hear the cracking of the eyes of the people around me.

The expression of the long triangle is particularly exaggerated, and I am sure that the reason why his jaw has not been dislocated is entirely because the belt rope that holds the helmet in place is too tightly tied. However, when a large and bright ball of soul power floated into his body, greatly increasing his experience points and allowing him to rise to one level on the spot, he was also the first to return to normal:

"I threw ......it when I took aim," he said, unashamed of his face.

"Cut ......" If anyone believes him, then it's really a hell of a thing.

The grand achievement brought by this stone is undoubtedly a coincidence: the unlucky siege vehicle was hit by a stone bullet during the attack, and its durability has been lost a lot, and in the process of approaching the city wall, it was unfortunately hit by the defenders of the city wall, and suffered a lot of magic missiles and burning fire arrows from the city defense of the Dark Cloud Fortress, and its durability dropped sharply, and it was only a matter of time before it was destroyed, and it was inevitable that it would not be avoided at all. It's just that the luck of the Yangtze River Delta is really good, when the pebble hits the siege engine, its durability happens to be only the last point, and it collapses at the first touch. And because all the people who attacked the siege vehicle before this were the native defenders, they couldn't absorb the enemy's soul power into their own combat experience, so the credit for destroying the siege vehicle was all counted on the head of a person in the Yangtze River Delta, so he picked up a great bargain for nothing.

The big luck of the Yangtze River Delta made everyone present feel strongly stimulated, and everyone suddenly found that at such a combat distance, not only long-range attack professionals can fight, as long as they use their brains, melee classes can also carry out long-range combat.

Some warriors and wanderers dug out ranged weapons from their backpacks: crossbows, arrows, darts, throwing spears...... And so on and so forth, these were the spoils of war that they had obtained in the course of their training. The reason why these things are still in their hands is that some of them have not had time to sell them, and some of them want to find a suitable buyer to sell them for a good price, and before that, they probably never thought that they would one day use these incompetent weapons to fight.

Although they have never learned the corresponding skills, and the lethality they can create is very limited, but in any case, these things are still a weapon, and they can also see blood and hurt people. Under the control of these lay users, a variety of ranged weapons flew in a chaotic manner towards the approaching enemy. Many of them missed, but many more hit their targets, and some were even fatal on the spot. Although the results achieved are very limited, in such a critical moment, every additional damage is a gratifying result for us.

Although I don't have a collection of suitable ranged attack weapons, there are quite a few low-level weapons in my backpack that have no stats to speak of, a full twenty or thirty pieces. If these tattered goods are sold in stalls, no one cares about them at all; And if it is sold to the store, the price is really low. So I saved them all and waited for a moment like this one that would come in handy.

I took off the long sword and shield I was originally equipped with, and casually turned out a small dagger of the second level from my backpack, aimed at one of the "Emperor ** Ranged Strikers" on the siege vehicle, and threw it vigorously. In the blink of an eye, the worn-out dagger was stuck in the guy's forehead. The big red letters "-120" floated on his head, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.

Remember? This is a "throw-in" skill that I have learned on my own. Its ability to deal damage far beyond the weapon's ability to kill at the cost of a weapon makes my ranged attack far more powerful than other amateur ranged attackers.

"Hi Jeff, what skill do you have? Can you teach me? As soon as I turned around, I saw that Niu Million was looking at me with envy at this time. Our noble Minotaur Paladin was now holding a wooden slingshot of unusually rough workmanship, shooting stone projectiles vigorously. For Niu Million, this slingshot is a little too small, he can't hold it in the palm of his hand at all, he can only use the thumb and index finger of his left hand to carefully pinch it, and then carefully place the small projectile like a needle's eye, and then use the thumb and index finger of his right hand to pull the bowstring and shoot the projectile out. The most awkward thing to look at is that when doing this series of movements, the middle finger, ring finger and little finger of his hands are gently and naturally stretched, which looks like embroidery, which always brings people an incongruous feminine feeling.

You can imagine a tall, burly, black-veined minotaur, covered in the mark of divine brilliance, delicately pinching the orchid fingers in both hands, playing with a slingshot. I don't know how you react to this, but I'm getting goosebumps all over my body.

All I can say is that war is a crazy thing.

"Oh, it's called 'Throw', just throw your weapon away." I said to him.

Niu Wanwan looked at the big wooden stake he placed beside him with a reluctant face, shook his head regretfully, and gently pinched the slingshot in his hand......