The sky seemed to be stained with a terrible black and white layer of wolf smoke, and Baier stood at the top of the hill, allowing the peasants to quickly go up to the watchtower and stand guard.

In the distance, a watchtower looms in the west, and the sound of fighting can even be heard from the mountains and forests in the distance.

In just one noon, the wind and weather changed from their usual softness to relentlessly plunder the body temperature of living beings, and the forest and shrubs made a salving sound, making it feel like an enemy would appear from within at any moment.

The war at the moment is a war of information, and it is unknown whether the enemy will abandon the main road of aggression and what the current war situation in the West will be.

All Bayer could do was get the peasants to pick up their pitchforks and the soldiers to stand under the wooden walls.

When the first raindrops hit the ground, wetting a little mud, a low horn came from the road in the distance, followed by the sound of the wind and the rain.

"Prepare to defend! Man your posts! ”

Sir Flender was at the front, and he needed to be both a commander and a morale defender at the moment.

The uniform green of the road in the distance disappeared from view, like a wriggling mass of moss, swallowing the earth into its own body.

Blue flags waved in the air, writhing in the wind, and goblins riding wolves ran in front of the troops.

A large number of orcs wearing basic armor, armed with machetes and shields, are in an unclear number, as if they want to submerge the entire world.

The sound of their throats whispering. “waaaaagh！”

A trace of sweat left on Beyer's forehead, which then mingled with the raindrops that hit his face.

The peasants were unable to shoot in this weather, so Sir placed them on either side of the soldiers to help them defend against the orcs.

The fierce winds on a rainy day made the bows and arrows and catapults almost lose their trajectory, which was both a good and a bad thing for Bayer, and without long-range interference, the battle could be prolonged as much as possible.

At the cost, the lethality of one's own troops will also be greatly reduced.

There were several huge monsters in the green troops, armed with clubs and hammers, or whole trees, and their appearance was very ugly, as if their whole bodies were rotting.

Standing on two legs with a crooked body, it is an individual called a troll.

If you are smashed by them, there is no doubt that your own camp will collapse.

Bair lifted the cloth next to him, revealing the dwarf's heavy crossbow and aimed...

His heart was very excited, such a huge army was fighting, and he was actually the commander of it.

It also carries with it the fear that the enemy will eat him alive.

But complex emotions will always turn into hormones and dopamine in the end, which is the psychology that every person who has systematically learned to fight.

An almost perverted self-destructive mentality, if you don't fight, you die!

The giant ballista made a violent sound of collapsing lines, like a harp being flicked, and the sound of the crossbow bolts breaking through the air was even more exciting, and the raindrops hit it, but a layer of mist appeared as if it had been bounced open.

It's almost to the extreme!

The massive tip thrust into the chest of a troll, and a heavy scream echoed across the plains, unwilling to disperse for a long time.

It fell to the ground, killing many goblins with corpses.

"The first..."

Bayer let out a long breath of mist, and the rapid cooling of the weather was inversely proportional to the excitement in his body, and it seemed that winter had come early.

The peasant methodically picked up his bolts, and Bair swirled the handles to re-prepare the ballistas.

There are still 13 green-skinned trolls, and even if they don't miss their own shots, they can't take them all away, so they can only reduce the pressure as much as possible.

The torrential rain made the ground muddy, slowed down the large number of greenskins a little, and then the storm brought them an unforgettable disgusting smell.

Bair licked his parched lips, and a second bolt fired, closing the eyes of a troll forever.

And then three, four, five ...

He's in great shape!

Bair secretly rejoiced in his heart, maybe he was a natural archer!

But the Greenskins are also coming to the city at this moment, but Baier is not afraid at all, because they have already reached the position of the trench!

The trench filled with the blood of the beastmen collapsed at this moment, and in the screams of the greenskins, in an instant, the entire trench was filled with corpses.

But there were too many of them, and even filling a hundred-meter long ditch wouldn't hold them back for long, and the greenskins filled the ditch like goblins or smaller stuff.

The torrential rain filled the long ditch with dirt, and in just two minutes, the efforts of the beastmen were wiped out in the mass of goblins and snot corpses.

What a crazy and terrifying race, are they so eager to fight?!

At this moment, the crossbow bolt is ready to be completed, and the sixth troll...

The arrow was suddenly released, only to be held in mid-air by a huge monster that was covered in plate-like scales and was 20 meters long.

The whole body glowed with a light blue light, a dark blue color, and a haughty look.

Monster, definitely a terrible monster!

Sharp vertical pupils, lizard-like body, bat-like wings, and a small, terrifying goblin standing on its back.

Be... Dragon?!

In Bretonnia's story, dragons are not uncommon, and even it's an opponent that most of the Holy Grail Knights will choose!

And in the mountains of the Gray Mountains there are dragons that sleep forever, but the dragons that are in the same stream as the greenskin are really incredible...

The dwarven ballista just now was also resisted by the dragon scales, and fell into the greenskin tide and disappeared.

At this moment, only the appearance of the giant has dealt a terrible blow to morale, and the Poison Blade troops can still maintain stability, but the peasants' expressions are complicated.

If it can't be killed, it will have a terrifying effect that is far beyond its capabilities.

If more than 500 peasants fled, their own overstretched combat effectiveness would be even more pitiful.

Even now, Greenskin is in battle with the Wooden Wall, and there are goblins with tools trying to tear down the defenses, and there are farmer's pitchforks that take its life.

If a greenskin tries to climb over the wall, the Poisonblade Soldier will slash it to the ground.

But when the giant trolls are in the city, the soldiers have no ability to resist.

The dragon hovered in the sky, bringing with it a pitch-black shadow.

The trolls also drew closer, and the wooden walls could not withstand the multiple heavy blows, wielding sledgehammers, unoblivious to the orcs and goblins still in front of them.

The tremendous force made the entire wooden wall tremble, and many green skins were directly smashed into the air by the hammer, falling inside the camp, and being killed by the peasants with pitchforks.

But the troll just clicked, and the walls began to crumble!

Sir Flender ordered the peasants at this moment.

"Wooden spear!"

True, the production of ironwood weapons did not stop before, and now with constant improvements, it can be mass-produced.

Sir Flender had enough of a hundred wooden spears in the supplies he had replenished before!

The peasants stabbed their spears from behind the wooden walls, and sharp objects plunged into the trolls' flesh.

Quantitative change was qualitative, and the poison of many wooden spears entered the troll's body, and it began to swing the big stick uncontrollably, smashing the nearby greenskins into pieces, and then bleeding and lying on the ground.

The goblin riding the dragon jumped up and down, chirping, as if annoyed, and pointed at the wall.

The dragon opened its bloody jaws, blue power gathering in its throat.

Bair pulled the ballista at the moment.

"Poison the crossbow arrow!"