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Four mage towers lined up stood in the cold wind, welcoming the army of monsters. (Please search for the fastest novel website!) In addition to the Black Tower, which is located on the left side of the center, the other three are the Tower of Bluestone, the Tower of White Jade, and the Tower of Hematite. The archers gathered on the ramparts thirty meters from the tower, ready to give the necessary assistance. Although their numbers are pitiful, they can at least give the monsters who try to get around the back of the tower a little scruples.

While thirty dwarven warriors covered in steel armor lined up under the Black Tower, a number of mercenaries also appeared under the other three mage towers. They cast disgruntled glances at the Black Tower - if Curt hadn't taken in the outcasts from the village ahead, they would have attracted the attention of the monsters. In the eyes of hungry monsters, humans are food, and they can easily throw out of formation in order to chase down the homeless.

The battle would be over in three hours, and Curt knew that. The monsters that have been gathered on the fly have no discipline to speak of, and they cannot take instructions that are too complicated.

Rush over, get the victory, start plundering and killing each other. Or get hit hard and then flee with one or two edible corpses, which is the standard process of a monster siege. The focus is on how to defeat the leader's powerful monsters, such as ogres and trolls. They control the morale of the monster army and are the benchmark that determines the outcome of the battle.

The first wave of attacks came from the Mage Towers, and as the monsters approached within two hundred meters, a little fire flew from the upper floors of each Mage Tower. The firelight, the size of a pea, swept silently through the air. They exploded in the densest areas of the monsters, turning into a circular wave of fire that swept in all directions.

This is a level three spell, Fireball. Compared to other lethal spells, Fireball has a longer range and incredible power. It can coke people, set trees on fire, and even melt most of the metal. Because it's so practical, many reckless mages have fireball spells in their heads.

Curt leaned calmly against the wall, keeping his head sideways at the enemy's movements. Gran, who had just performed the fireball technique, narrowed her eyes and began to look for a suitable place to land for the next fireball. Goblins and orcs screamed and charged, approaching the four mage towers after eating three waves of fireballs. They had lost nearly 100 men, but they were far from breaking their bones.

The trenches around the Black Tower prevented the enemy from approaching, causing them to stop helplessly. The orcs pushed the goblins into the ditch to put their feet on them, and were knocked down by a rain of crossbow arrows. Thirty dwarven warriors lined up in two rows under the tower, kneeling in the front row and shooting crossbows in an upright position in the back. Twenty other dwarves peeked out of the windows of the Black Tower, raining down arrows from a high position.

Surprisingly, the disadvantaged monsters didn't run away. They filled the first trench with corpses and wounded soldiers, and continued to rush forward with persistence. Gran's forehead fluttered with his hands and cast a level 4 spell, the Fire Wall Technique. - This is also the highest level of spell that Glenn can cast, and for some reason, he has no intention of retaining his strength.

Flames erupted from the first trench and stretched straight upwards towards the sky. In addition to the fact that the monsters could no longer move forward, the corpses that filled the trenches were gradually cremated to ashes.

Curt must admit that Gran's hand is a good move. It integrates attack and defense, allowing the outermost trench to be used again. While some monsters want to bypass the wall of fire, fifty dwarven crossbows are idly searching for their targets. Their pure steel arrows are indestructible, and even the iron armor of orcs can shoot through them.

When the situation under the Black Tower was stabilized, the White Jade Tower was in big trouble. Massive monsters swarmed, one after the other, seemingly endlessly. After the tower mage shot a large area of magic, the line of mercenaries collapsed. Two massive ogres rushed into the enemy line, wielding sticks thicker than a human to slaughter.

As the last mercenary who failed to escape was captured by the ogre and torn alive, the defenses of the White Jade Tower collapsed. The ogres devoured the human entrails that had fallen out in a few bites, and then swung their heavy wooden sticks and smashed open the tower door.

Orcs and goblins rushed in at once, mingling with the golems waiting there. The mage stationed in the tower simply performed his flying skills and fled from the air to seek refuge in the Thousand Laws City. He will lose his home and status and become an ordinary resident of Thousand Laws City again. But compared to losing one's life, this is an acceptable loss.

Within Curt's line of sight, the reddish-purple wall of fire gradually extinguished. Gran, who had held the wall of fire for five full minutes, lowered his hand, his face covered with sweat. The hordes of monsters roared, huddled together thinking they had a chance to win. So Curt tapped the Fireball Staff and roasted more than a dozen goblins and orcs with a burst of fire.

Four trolls suddenly appeared, hissing and jumping over the trench. For them as tall as ogres, a two-meter-wide trench was nothing. The dwarves under the tower immediately threw away their crossbows and replaced them with battle axes. They quickly formed two phalanxes, covering each other and rushing towards the trolls.

When the fierce battle began under the tower, Curt was shocked. He wasn't worried about the threat posed by the trolls, but he wondered why the behemoths had suddenly appeared. Curt believes that he has not neglected a target that is obviously like a troll, so the answer can only be that someone has cast invisibility on the troll. This means that there is no worse news than the caster hidden in the monster army.

In the next second, black clouds gathered over the Black Tower. A thick electric light descended and landed in the midst of the dwarves' battle formations. The three dwarves immediately fell to the ground, their conductive metal armor a liability. Luckily, the dwarves are physically strong and have a natural ability to resist demons. The wounded dwarves all survived, and the problem was that the trolls had found a chance.

With a furious roar, a troll pounced. It toppled in a dense rain of arrows, slashed and wounded by the falling axes. Three other trolls followed the charge, disrupting the dwarves' ranks. They swept and struck with their hard arms, smashing the dwarven warriors to the ground.

Curt took out the acid staff and dropped the spell with Gran to cover the dwarven retreat. Under his command, two Flesh Golems burst out of the Mage Tower, each choosing a troll for a heavyweight boxing match. The dwarves dragged their wounded comrades back into the tower, then regained their weapons and helped the Meat Golem lay siege to the trolls. By the time the last troll was wounded and collapsed and burned with oil, the hordes of monsters had filled in the last trench and rushed to the foot of the mage's tower.

"Line up!"

The leader of the dwarves roared loudly and gave the order. The remaining twenty dwarves immediately formed two horizontal columns and fought against the orcs and goblins. Curt didn't hesitate to use the Fireball Staff to kill as many enemies as possible until the energy inside was depleted. Then he danced his hands and chanted the incantation, pointing sharply ahead of the dwarves.

With Curt's movements, the friction of a large area of ground was reduced to near zero. The monsters standing on it slipped and fell, making them good targets for the dwarves to swing their tomahawks. This is a level 1 spell, the greasy spell. Curt casts two greasy spells in succession, ensuring that the monsters can't fully unfold the encirclement. Then he stretched out his hand and cast a third-level one-level spell, the Digging Technique.

After a loud 'bang', a large expanse of dirt splattered away. Excavation is the technique of digging large pits directly in the dirt and is often used in construction projects. Under Curt's control, the trench that the monsters had managed to fill with great difficulty began to work again. The pit created by the spell crossed the three trenches, connecting them together. The corpses that had filled the trench had slid into the middle of the pit, which was nothing compared to the size of the pit.

"Kill them all!"

Hoffman howled excitedly, watching the monsters that had lost their support retreat one after another, and were crushed by the dwarven team and the two meat golems that cooperated tacitly. Gran, who had recovered his breath, was thoughtful - Curt turned the tide of the battle with three level one spells, and in the chaos just now, in a hurry, all Glen could think of was the fireball technique.

By the time the Black Tower's defenses were re-established, the Bluestone Tower and the Red Iron Tower had fallen. -- The barbarians attacked like a storm on the tundra, throwing axes like raindrops, causing heavy casualties to the unsuspecting mercenaries, and leading to the fall of the Bluestone Tower. The Ogre and Hinton leveled the Tower of Red Iron, and even the mage stationed in the tower was struck by the Ogre Wizard's spell and fell into the chaos and died.

There's only one tower left. ’

As the orcs and goblins rushed past the lit mage towers and headed for the villages on either side of the Thousand Spells, the ogre Mage Sinton turned around. It narrowed its eyes and looked at the rock-like Black Tower.

Hinton sent enough troops to attack the tower, and even cast invisibility on the four-headed trolls, making them the best soldiers to win the game. But the Black Tower still stood there, like a giant mouth of darkness, silently devouring Hinton's troops, not even a single bone was spit out.

'It's not easy to mess with. ’

Hinton made a judgment, and then made up his mind. It is up to it to convince the Highland barbarians to take the Black Tower, and then take out the bruised barbarians from behind. Anyway...... In Sinton's winter recipes, every body part of the alpine barbarians is already on the list.

So within half an hour, eighty mountain barbarians and seven ogres were assembled. A large number of goblins and orcs were arranged to serve as cannon fodder in front, and they muttered discontentedly, listening to Hinton say loudly:

"Destroy that mage tower, and we'll be victorious. For the first time in many years, this is the first time we have been able to slap Thousand Law City in the face!"

Goblins and orcs didn't care about this, but the mountain barbarians were enthusiastic. They brandished their weapons and roared until a raging wave of fire scorched more than two dozen goblins.

One hundred and fifty meters away, on the Black Tower, Curt lowered his hand. Fragments of mana still surrounded him, proving that he had unleashed the deadly fireball spell.

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