While the elves launched an offensive in Waterdeep, they did not forget to use spells to transmit messages to other troops.

Ximu Town and Hub Fort, the two places where there are red mage towers, immediately began to organize a siege after learning what happened in Deepwater City.

Siegel was still hiding among the refugees, unable to find a way out. After he left, the Red Tower of Magic activated the detection circle, enveloping the entire city. If Siegel had used teleportation, he would have been discovered, and all his disguise and hard work would have been in vain.

If Janet were here, she could use the thief's disguise and stealth to find loopholes in the guards' patrols and sneak out of the city, but Siegel didn't have that technical ability. He stumbled along the ramparts, covering his eyes from looking around with a tattered straw hat he had picked up to avoid arousing suspicion. He saw the guards of the city running, and more men coming out of the barracks, panickingly donning their armour, and then assembling in the playground with weapons, mostly spears and shields. The loud-voiced commander was reprimanding, scolding the slow-moving recruits.

"You can only have strength if you look powerful!So straighten my chest and hold my head high!" the officer's foaming star sprayed into the face of an emaciated recruit in front of him, making him seem to cry. "Take your weapons, the elves are not strong, just pierce a hole and die—much easier to deal with than the orcs!"

Siegel couldn't tell them the truth: how difficult it was to hit the elf. These soldiers were sent to the city walls and were tasked with shielding their comrades who could shoot arrows. "Raise your shield!" shouted the loud officer, "You can't put it down until you're dead!"

The soldiers' actions were seen by the people, who asked each other, "Is the enemy going to attack?" some were praying, some were trying to hide, and some were numb. At this time, the alarm bell rang.

The Ancient Tree of War stretched out its long legs and walked in front of the elven battle array. Beside them were all sorts of beasts - these were the druids and their animal companions. Falcon flies in the sky, taking in the defenses of the ramparts, and tigers crouch on ancient trees. Borrowing the canopy of trees to shield himself from the rain of arrows that he might face, he prepared to start attacking at the head of the city.

Behind the ancient tree are elven mages, all of whom use spells to bless themselves and avoid surprises on the battlefield. They form a joint spellcasting team of twenty people and are tasked with striking the walls with long-range spells. Either destroy the barrier, or destroy the defenders on it.

Next to the mage is the priest of the Temple of the Moon God. They wore beautiful cuirasses and held the emblem in one hand. Holding a long sword in one hand. Through spell transmission, they learned the lessons of Waterdeep and prepared accordingly. Priests chant God's name loudly, bringing faith and strength to all soldiers. And if anyone is injured, they are in a position that guarantees timely treatment.

Then there are the elven warriors and rangers. They are both proficient in both ranged and melee techniques, but with different emphasis. Elven warriors wield long swords and meniscus shields with edged edges. In addition to the threat of the blade in their right hand, they can also use the meniscus shield in their left hand as a second weapon, looking for opportunities to slice their opponents' thighs and throats. The Ranger wields a longbow and is responsible for both alerting and providing ranged strike capabilities.

The defenders at the head of the city looked at the huge ancient tree and felt nervous. But the long-term training keeps them on the job. Lord Kira of Fort Hub has always had conflicts with the elves during his lifetime, so he has been paying close attention to the training of soldiers, especially how to deal with elves. Although he is no longer there, the officers who were trained at that time are still there.

"The trees have come and lit the brazier!" Sir Stephens, known as the "Eunuch's Ear," commanded the city. He had received an order from Lord Kira to sneak into the Elven Forest, but unfortunately the discovered Elven Ranger shot off both ears. Since he couldn't hear clearly, he spoke louder and louder. It can be heard from half the castle. The work of the commander of the walls suited him perfectly.

He drew his sword, letting the bright reflection shine on each soldier's face. "Cheer me up. Elves do not have siege weapons other than treants. How dare you attack Fort Hub, get ready for the fire oil, and let the trebuchet spin!"

In order to keep the team from falling apart, the Treants moved at a slow pace, which resulted in them being the best targets. The trebuchet's winch creaked and rubbed, and the fiery oil canister with the cotton thread lead rope was already in the trebuchet's basket. As Sir Stephens swung his sword downwards with all his might. The catapult craftsman struck the mechanism with a sledgehammer, and the winch broke free from the limit, and the accumulated power burst out in an instant.

The fire pot streaked across the sky like a burning meteor. The effect of the salvo was quite good, and two percent of the canisters hit the ancient tree of war. Others form walls of fire on the ground.

The elven druid immediately summoned the water elemental to start extinguishing the fire, and the fire resistance of the ancient tree of war was also tested. The fire was quickly brought under control, and the elven tree continued to move its long legs unhurriedly, shortening the distance to the city walls.

Fort Hub was not discouraged, and the trebuchet continued its work, a noisy mix of shouting, whistling, and winch tightening. The fire pots exploded in all directions, and the burning fires were one by one, forming red walls of fire on the battlefield. The Ancient Tree of War finally slowed down, not because they were injured, but because they needed to extinguish the fire so that their comrades could continue to follow up. If the team is severely disconnected, it will not be safe and will lose most of its combat effectiveness.

Looking down from the city walls, the scene seemed spectacular, as if the elves had been suppressed and slowed down. But experienced warrior generals found the situation not good: with the exception of a few beasts hit by fire pots, the elves themselves did not have much to lose in the attack. If this development continues, won't the elves come to the city almost intact?Will the walls face a direct attack, and will they have to rely on bows and spears against the huge ancient war trees?

But the elves won't give such a combat opportunity. Their mages stopped in unison and raised their wands together. The fireballs flew towards the city wall like waves, and the red firelight illuminated everything, and the officers guarding had to shout: "Get down! Get down and dodge!"

He waited for the roaring bang and the scorching heat, but after a while neither happened. He opened his eyes, still in a lying position, and slowly raised his head, seeing a scene that he will never forget.

The Mage Tower of Fort Hub began to move, and white rays of light shot out from the top of the red tower. Accurately hit the fireball that flies in. The power of the fire element, which had been condensed, dissipated under the action of light, turning into free heat in the air.

Seeing this, Siegel recognized it as the light formed by the lifting of the magic spell. With the power of the Magic Tower, the dismantling of magic has a longer range and better effect. Whether it's a fireball, a lightning bolt, or an acid arrow, it can be countered by this magic and broken down into the most basic elemental energy. Unable to achieve the original effect of the spell. In the end, only a few fish were able to reach the head of the city.

There have been very few sieges and fortifications in which mages have participated, especially in the last hundred years, only in the Battle of the Great River the Mages against the orcs, and the magic enchantment of the Three Peaks Tower guarded Waterdeep City. As for Heim Territory, the two "one-day wars" in which Siegel participated can only be regarded as a single mage's spell casting performance, and are far from being spell wars, so they cannot be added to the statistics.

In the war against magic, the role of the Mage Tower is extremely important. The original design of the magic tower was to defend, on the one hand, to protect the mages inside. On the other hand, it was for the defense of the castle. The second is a limited offense.

When the school city was still separated from the Mage Guild, that is, when the temple had not yet squeezed into the core of the human imperial power, each high lord relied on the mage tower to assist in the defense. In order to be able to become a Grand Lord and survive the Wars of the Lords, humanity has put a lot of effort into studying the role of the Mage Tower in warfare. Many practical magic circles were created at that time, such as disarming magic ray circles.

Other races rarely build magic towers. Elves have always seen magic as part of the arts, glorifying it and embellishing it, but progress in magical architecture has been slow. Dwarves lack mages, but their runic skills make up for it. Even William the Traveler was defeated before the Adamantite Rune Gate at the Top of Mora.

Just as humans don't understand the Elven Tree, the Elves don't know much about the Human Mage Tower. Elven mages are constantly changing their spells. But the elemental energy that flew in, whether it was ice, acid poison, lightning, or flame, could hardly approach the city walls. Even one or two fish slipped through the net and it didn't make much of a difference to the fortified Hub. Human trebuchets were still in operation, and some catapults ventured to cut the length of the cotton on the fiery canisters, causing them to explode in the air. Fire and rain fell. The coverage suddenly increases. The elven forces began to show damage, so the druids and the ancient tree of war broke away from the rear lines and suddenly began to speed up, leaving the mages and priests busy extinguishing the surrounding fires and treating the wounded comrades.

Meanwhile. Elven warriors and rangers rushed out of the back row and rushed to the front under the cover of the Ancient Tree of War. Since the power of the spell will be interfered with by the magic tower, then only with the weapon in hand. The elves are still strong enough.

"Listen to me!" said Sir Stephens's voice that began to echo across the walls again, clearer than the footsteps of the ancient trees of war and the roars of wild beasts. "It's time to fight hard! Remember that behind you is the Hub Fort, where your parents, wife, and children live! The elves have trampled on the farmland and destroyed the crops, and now they want to trample on your family! They will not give us a way to live, and we can only kill it by ourselves! We are so strong that we have earned two for one, and we will not be able to survive if we don't work hard! In addition to preparing a bounty, the lord also prepared a room for his family in the castle for the warrior who killed the most enemies, which was safe and comfortable. If you want a reward, exchange it for an elf's head!"

"Is it okay to exchange the head for wood?" asked a soldier, pointing to the old war tree.

"Yes. Sir Stephens replied categorically: "As long as you can see the shape, don't chop it into firewood, the more the better!"

Siegel hides in the city square, which is far from the city walls, but can see what is happening on the walls. The loud-voiced "eunuch ear" kept giving orders, as if broadcasting the battle situation. Siegel only had to prick up his ears to listen, and he could sketch out the situation at the front in his mind.

"Prepare the anchor crossbow," Sir Stephens ordered in a loud voice, "aim at those trees, listen to me, and fire!" (to be continued......)