The momentum of the Emperor's onslaught was too strong, and we tried our best to get our siege engines close to the city walls. After seven tower-tall siege engines were destroyed in quick succession, three siege engines finally set up the wooden suspension bridge at the edge of the wall, and troll warriors with large axes, vampire mages with scarlet lights in their eyes, and necromancers with dark blue flames burning in their hollow eye sockets poured onto the walls, as if they were eager to fill their evil chests with murderous fury.

They don't know what kind of road to destruction awaits them.

The first troll warrior who took the lead easily killed the Yangtze River Delta, which was not lightly harmed by the mechanism he had set up, and he raised his axe with a cruel smile, just wanting to continue to rush over......

A "buzz ......" a thin string trembled the air around him, and in an instant, the sound of rain dripping seemed to become terrible, and before the mighty troll warrior could notice, three poisonous weapons ejected from the mechanism hidden in the corner and pierced into the troll's thigh. The wounded troll's head suddenly fluttered with the words "-100" in red, and then, because of the poisoning, the words "-20" and "-35" would float again every few moments.

This was just the beginning, he didn't have enough vitality to be tormented by this strong poison for too long. In the blink of an eye, a bright cluster of lightning shot out from another mechanism, passing in front of him and through his chest. He was not the only one injured this time, even the other soldiers behind him were also attacked by this lightning chain, and their vitality faded in pieces.

Then, a faint blue light rose from the ground, enveloping his entire body. In the blink of an eye. This blue light released a violent chill, and the moisture in the surrounding air froze sharply, and the volley made a "clacking" freezing sound, as if even this small space was frozen. Soon, a cold frost carapace completely covered the hapless troll's body, making him unable to move. It wasn't until about ten seconds later that he was able to break free of the frost and resume his movements, only to be affected by the frozen ground. His movements became sluggish and slow. At the same time, the vitality has been reduced to less than one-tenth.

While he was still trying to get out of the difficulty of moving through the frozen trap, he kicked to the ground, and a flamethrower mechanism cut him off. This strange and dangerous magic item was the size of a fist and had a small metallic nozzle in front of it, but the raging fire it spewed enveloped the entire troll warrior's body in an instant. until burned to ashes.

The troll warrior was not alone in this tragic end, as almost all of the first invading soldiers to set foot on the walls suffered this kind of devastation. Fo Xiao's prior arrangement worked, and the traps placed by the shadow thieves were like greedy mouths. Relentlessly devouring the lives of its enemies.

When all the pre-set traps were consumed, hundreds of invading troops fell forever under these vicious hidden weapons, and another two or three hundred people were unable to exert their due combat effectiveness due to the negative effects of the poisons, explosions, or freezing in the traps, and their demise was only a matter of time.

It's heartening for all of us to see what we have achieved in just one shot, but I think they could have done better.

Perhaps because it was the first time to use these small and sinister props on such a huge battlefield, our fellow Shadow Thieves hadn't been able to fully exploit them. These cunning and ingenious fellows were so eager to kill the enemy that they set traps in the direction of the siege engines. On this section of the narrow city wall. All kinds of mechanism props are piled up in dense clusters, and if a soldier of the invading army steps on it casually, it is very likely that three or four mechanisms will be touched at the same time. didn't even say a word, and then he died. In this way, we can kill the enemy very quickly. However, the speed at which traps wear out is also staggering, and many trap items with continuous damage effects are wasted before they can be used at all.

I think that if these shadow thieves can be unified in command, these traps can be distributed regularly, and the power of each item can be fully utilized, we will not be able to achieve more than that.

Soon, the traps placed on the walls by the shadow thieves were consumed. Before they were used up, the results of these life-killing tools were far greater than we could have imagined: the enemy soldiers who jumped onto the walls of the siege engines did not even have time to gain a foothold before they became corpses in a miserable state of death, let alone open the breaches in the walls. During this time, we even had enough time to concentrate our fire and destroy the least durable of the three siege vehicles near the walls.

When the last trap is triggered, sharp shrednel scatters with a violent explosion, and a thick red cloud rises above the enemy's head, the battle enters a brutal phase of direct dialogue between sword and flesh.

I was confronted by an undead "battle zombie" wielding a two-handed sword. I've always disliked fighting these disgusting rottens, no matter what time it is, these guys will always emit a ** stench on their bodies, there are still a lot of ugly corpse spots left on their stiff faces, the muscles at the wound twist and turn outward, and pale yellow pus flows out from inside from time to time, just looking at it will make people feel indigestion. But that's not what I hate the most. The undead are a group of monsters that rely on evil magic and do not rely on physical functions at all to survive, and are almost no threat to those "real" beings who can inflict fatal damage on piercing attacks. A sharp axe or a heavy hammer may be better against the undead, but for me who attacks with a long sword, many effective piercing skills are simply not available, and there will always be many limitations in combat.

Fortunately, the level of this battle zombie is not high, a full five levels below me, and his attacks are slow and weak for me, even if I don't use skills. Just a simple slash with a long sword, he is far from being my opponent. After only two or three faces, the battle zombie's health was emptied, and he had to accept his second death.

By this time, more siege engines had already built the suspension bridge on the walls, undead, trolls, vampires, demons, dark elves...... The warriors of these evil races poured up the walls like a tidal wave, and launched an even more fierce attack on us. Soon, the entire section of the wall was covered by the rough roars of the warriors as they fought and the metallic clanging of their weapons. Blood flies. Steaming up a large scarlet mist, almost all over us

It was dyed red.

Originally, the battle wasn't supposed to be as hard as it is now. As I said, they are far from the level of these Skywader warriors who guard the walls. In normal times, even the lowest-ranking of us would be more than capable of winning with one-three defeats. In my opinion. They are so destructive and skilled that even doubling their numbers will have no chance of shaking our defenses.

But at this moment, my comrades in arms who are involved in the air are like they have been struck by evil, their movements are stiff and unresponsive, and they are fighting in a panic with an unprecedentedly stupid and ugly attitude:

The most outrageous of all, he pulled the bowstring slowly, and looked carefully at the clearing—the place where the arrow was pointing was so empty that there was not even a single bird feather, and the ghost knew what he was aiming at. But it didn't matter what he was aiming for. It was clearly only in his fantasies.

An arrow was fired, but it missed without accident, and fell headlong into the tower. String Song Yayi has been watching this goalless feather arrow break through the air. It wasn't until he disappeared from his vision that he cursed in frustration. Slowly pulling the bowstring again, he turned his body to another clearing and shot in vain at his hallucinatory foe.

After seven or eight such things had happened, our elven marksman finally had a complete nervous breakdown. He put away his longbow, pulled a rudimentary skinning knife from his backpack, and hysterically charged into the crowd.

And then...... I never saw him rush out again......

Compared to the String Song Yayi, the Dwarven Priest's longbow shoots the sun more reliably. As usual, the fanatical and courageous priest once again threw himself into the densest crowd of enemies, wielding the nunchucks staff with his most potent attack magic, Jeet Kune Do, while chanting the incantation aloud in a voice that always felt like a big bubble of snot in his nose.

However, the mana consumed by this powerful shield spell is amazing, and after dozens of seconds, the mana value of the longbow shooting sun has bottomed out. Unfortunately, our dwarven friends don't seem to notice this, and are still waving their staffs vigorously. On the battlefield, a nunchuck that has lost its magic shine is no more threatening than a burning stick, and the soldiers of the Apocalyptic Empire, who had just been beaten, did not care about it at this time, and surrounded the longbow with a smirk with their weapons held high...... Then, on the noisy battlefield, there was another screaming and wailing of pain.

……

There are many more such things, according to the air waders, they seem to have collectively suffered a large-scale curse called "Ka", completely losing their original flexible and rapid reaction power, and even half of their combat power cannot be exerted, it is like a bunch of moving live targets. On the entire battlefield, it seems that only the soldiers of the Native City Defense Army like me have not been affected by this curse and are still able to fight normally as usual.

It's simply terrifying. If the Doomsday Emperor can easily restrict the actions of the Void Fighters and make them incapacitated, then who else can stop them? I still can't figure out how they managed to do it.

"Oops......" A panicked scream came from the city, and the sound was made by the lovely elven druid maiden fairy who landed on her face to the ground. Although she was also troubled by the "card", our druid girl didn't seem to be affected much. She can also switch between human form and giant bear form in time, and occasionally cast a medical spell on herself. But in the face of the fierce onslaught of so many enemies, the elf girl is inevitably overwhelmed. When her vitality was weak and she had to turn back into human form and cast medical spells, a demon clan's "Thorn Flogger" slammed into the battle group, taking advantage of her lack of magic power to fight back, and attacked again and again, forcing her into a corner.

"I'm coming!" In the crisis, the Paladin Niu Million arrived in time. Successfully played the heroic role of a "White Bull Prince" who resisted evil spirits, helped the needy, and rescued ladies. He slammed his hands, and the stake in his hand stirred up a noisy wind, and struck the demon in the abdomen with ferocity. Surprisingly, this tall demon, who was not inferior to the Minotaur in any way, received this heavy blow, and was actually knocked out from a distance, stumbling all the way down the city wall, and being smashed into a piece of meat.

Niu Million's blow did not stop there, and he put his hands around one end of the stake. Rotate vigorously in place with your feet as the axis. Wooden stakes spiral flying. Shrouded in a dangerous hurricane within a radius of four or five paces, and protected the fairy from the earth safely behind him. The enemies he struck were all damaged and retreated, and some of them were unlucky enough to fall to the side of the city wall and fall headlong into the tower. Fell to his death.

This move, "Powerful Whirlwind", was one of the first skills created by Niu Million himself, and its incidental knockback effect worked wonders on this particular battlefield. No matter how much vitality the enemy army still has, it will only be a dead end if it sweeps down the city wall. Faced with the humiliating ending of being killed by one blow.

In my previous relationship with the Minotaur Paladin, I had always been impressed by the impression that he was timid, flustered, and often caused unexpected trouble in battle, and that he was rarely able to do anything good, but this was the first time I had seen him take the initiative in battle with such a heroic attitude. He was majestic and heroic at this time, standing in front of the elven druid girl without retreating, blocking all enemies in front of her and giving her plenty of time to regain her broken vitality. If it weren't for the fact that the top of his head was about to heap up and the strange names were dangling in front of my eyes, I would have really wondered if I had recognized the wrong person.

When Niu Million's powerful attack skill was completed, he became the most brilliant warrior on the entire battlefield with this blow alone: a total of eight enemies were forced out of the edge of the city wall by his thick wooden stakes, and they all died in the glorious battle that Niu Million should boast of. Besides. Quite a few invading troops were hit by wooden stakes and suffered injuries ranging from severity to slightness.

"You're so powerful, big bull!" The rescued druid girl looked at the muscular muscles of the Minotaur Paladin. His eyes radiated an irrepressible scorching brilliance, and he screamed at the fighting Niu Million in an unusually excited voice.

For the average person. It's not pleasant to spin at high speed on the spot -- and of course the cow million is no exception. His face was pale at this time, his legs were weak, and his eyes were rolling back and forth involuntarily, and it seemed that it had taken a lot of effort to hold back and not vomit. But even so, the elven druid girl's infatuation still makes the vanity-loving longhorn adrift.

"That'...... Of course...... I

Didn't run out of ...... All your strength......" He staggered under his feet as he shamelessly boasted to himself. You must know that the skill "Powerful Whirlwind" has a strong side effect, the user will experience a dizziness period of one minute, not to mention that the original balance of Niu Million is shockingly bad. At this time, it was difficult for him to even stand still in peace, but in front of the druid maiden fairy who landed on the ground with his face on the ground, he picked up his big stake and rushed towards the enemy in front of him.

It was evident that he was tempted to take a straight route at this time, but regrettably, no matter how much he corrected his direction, an arc was irretrievably drawn under his feet, and one end of this arc was constantly extending in the direction of the edge of the city wall......

"Strange...... How is this ground ...... Always in the ...... Shake? The minotaur paladin, stunned by himself, staggered to the wall like a drunken man, and uttered his last words......

…… Then he stepped over the wall with great determination, and without hesitation, he stepped into the air and fell headlong......

"Ah, it's so high...... "The Minotaur sighed from outside the city walls, and then ......

"Bang!"

In my research, I've found that tall minotaurs make louder noises when they fall to the ground than emaciated dark elves.

……

Although the heroic performance of the ox in a million years ended in such a stupid way as expected, his brief battle did inspire us a lot. Just as I continued to fight while holding back the cramping laughter that made my abs cramp, behind us, the voice of the swordsman Buddha's laughter sounded again:

"Don't slash hard, use knockback skills more. Knock them off the walls! With a sword in his left hand and a sword in his right, he ignored the demon who was attacking after him, and slashed at the necromancer in front of him like a storm of blades. In just a few faces, the pile of humanoid skeletons was chopped to pieces by him. Without the mana support of the warlock, the envoy could not continue to live in this plane, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. At the same time, Fo Xiao had also been forced to die by the envoy behind him, and a stray arrow flying from somewhere was "accidentally" inserted into his forearm. He died immediately from this insignificant wound.

Except for the Buddha laughing. There are also quite a few people who have discovered this convenient way to fight. Armed with heavy weapons such as hammers, axes, and clubs, warriors no longer obsessed with destroying their enemies under their weapons, they pressed forward as hard as they could, pushing the enemy in front of them as much as possible, and then unleashing powerful skills at the right time. Knock the enemy out of the walls in one fell swoop. This way, their battles are much faster, and their use of Earth Fighting Energy and Mana is much less savoury.

It's a pity. My one-handed sword can't perform the skills that knock me back, and I can only slash at enemies without any tricks. Watching others easily push the enemies off the walls and smash them into meatloaf time and time again, while I could only bleed sword by sword in the most stupid way, I regretted that I hadn't learned more about using a warhammer in the first place.

I was annoyed, and I became extremely resentful, and before I knew it, I had reached the edge of a hanging bridge. Ahead, three or four invading soldiers were eager to try and fight me. Without paying attention, I already had three or five more wounds on my body, and nearly a third of my life had been slashed.

It's not smart enough to go head-to-face with so many enemies. I made up my mind, and let out an "aha" "roar of fear" to temporarily retreat while the enemy was frightened.

What I didn't expect was this. Attacked by the "Roar of Fear", the group of enemies in front of me was at a loss. They were terrified by my roar. One by one, they retreated backwards, and suddenly they were huddled together on the suspension bridge of the siege engines. In the crowd, "flutter", two troll warriors were squeezed off the suspension bridge. The chaos created a chain reaction, and soon, a dark elf and a demon were also squeezed down. My frightened roar has become a more effective killing skill than the long sword in my hand.

This tricky tactic soon spread across the city walls. In front of the enemy's siege engines, one after another warrior turned-up roared loudly, scaring the besieging enemy troops into a stream of urine, and planting the walls one by one. In addition to this, this small discovery of mine has led others to think of a similar clever trick: after the priests have become devout assistants and ambulances, they can learn a skill called "soul tugging", which temporarily controls the soul of an enemy with the help of the divine power of the Supreme God, and manipulates them as they please. Now, these "good", "noble", "pure", and "holy" believers use this skill to control the enemies who rush to the city wall one by one, and then direct them to jump off the building en masse.

Warlocks who specialize in the Mind Department are adept at using many spells that target spirits, one of which is called "Psychic Blast". It emits a wave of thought within a certain radius, shocking the spirits of nearby enemies, causing them to feel fear, and receiving an effect similar to that of "Fear Roar".

Under this round of our counterattack, there are fewer and fewer enemies on the walls. They were more and more squeezed by us on the suspension bridge of the siege vehicles, in a dilemma, waiting to be thrown off the wall by us. Suddenly, we felt that the pressure of the siege was reduced a lot.

Perhaps only one person is unhappy with such an outcome:

"Damn, damn it, I threw the corpses under the city walls, how can I get the money......

Fei Yin jumped and complained uncontrollably, but she mercilessly unleashed a "magic heavy blow" in her hand, knocking a vampire soldier in front of her down the city wall.

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First of all, I would like to make a special correction, this chapter is only Chapter 54, and the previous chapter is actually Chapter 53, especially thanks to Defu for the reminder.

Secondly, I would like to mention a writer in particular, that is, the author of "The Seemingly Kind Zhuoer", Fuqin Changge. I've advertised for him, and I'm just a friend of a thousand miles with him. Today, I just learned that this person lives in the earthquake-stricken area of Sichuan, and now he is living a hard life of sleeping on the road. I can only express my condolences here, and if anyone knows the whereabouts of this person, please send a concern and blessing to Xiao Xianzi.

Finally, a decision was announced: Xiao Xianzi has been worried about her grandfather's condition recently, and she doesn't know much about the earthquake damage. Today, I watched the news and found that the damage in the disaster area was far worse than I had imagined, and the tragic situation of the victims made my heart ache. I decided that when the first month's remuneration for "Solo Travel" was paid, no matter how much, all of it would be donated to the earthquake-stricken area. This is a writer's modest contribution to the suffering compatriots, and it can be regarded as my dedication to the readers of "Solo Travel". ）