"Hooray!"

The falling griffins and bandits in the sky cheered everyone in the bunker, and no one had any confidence in this operation, although they had some knowledge of the power of the ballista.

At the first shot, there were about twenty griffons with feathers and blood falling to the ground, and every time the arrows slammed into the bodies of those magical beasts, the sharp tips pierced the feathers and pierced deep into the flesh of those griffins, the crisp and penetrating sound made the hearts of the people in the bunker beat faster.

Even the usually calm Rekita had a red tide of excitement on her face.

The red robe that came out of the Red Robe Mage Academy was aggressive in his heart, even if he was born in the prophecy department, Hughes was even more bloodshot, clenched his fists, and shouted with the group of dwarves.

Because it was an important moment, although the injury had healed early, the dwarven elder who was still in the weak recovery period was also on this level of the bunker, and hundreds of years of experience gave him a stable enough surname, he did not express his feelings as bluntly as other dwarves, but the slightly trembling fingers still revealed the shock in his heart.

He looked at Penny Shean in front of the window, his expression dark, lost in thought.

"Don't stop!" Although Penny's heart was also full of blood, he could still restrain his emotions on the surface, and with a wave of his hand, he gave the order to continue the attack.

While the griffons were still unresponsive to the sudden blow, the grey dwarves turned the filler belt on the side of the crossbow - this thing was a bit like the chain of a heavy machine gun, and the structure was similar, with arrows mounted on each crossbow and the other dwarves activating other mechanisms, and a second wave of arrows was ready for a second rain of arrows in a series of 'boom-boom' sounds.

The bandits outside didn't have the keen sense to hear the rhythm of death in the bunker, but as the leader of the griffons, Delenn Lionfeather hadn't noticed that something was wrong at this time, he was a fool.

He wasn't in a position to get forward when he first dived, so the griffin was only hit by an arrow that wasn't fatal, and he didn't even shed much blood.

Having grown up together, the giant griffin had a good understanding with him, so he did not panic, and stopped between the griffons like a ruler.

"It's a trap for the red-robed guy, hurry up and climb!"

He shouted with a javelin in his hand.

However, his men had clearly not recovered from the panic, these griffons were usually overbearing in the mountains, and they rarely suffered such ferocious blows, and these magical beasts were not as well trained under the mountain bandits as the army.

As a result, the griffons also lost control, and the occasional exclamation from their riders made it difficult to calm down for a moment.

Boom!

Griffons have a much more sensitive sense of hearing than humans, and they are not unfamiliar with this voice they have just heard, and they remember what happened after this voice just now, and they all screamed and scattered.

Puff puff!

Another rain of blood fell.

Outside the bunker, the arrested country men watched the blood, feathers, griffins, and living people falling from the air, and the meat sauce that fell to the ground, and for various reasons, perhaps because the griffons swooped down into the air, crashed into the house, and the griffon's corpse was cushioned and did not fall to their deaths, but were also badly wounded and wailing on the ground, and the little hope in their hearts seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water, and their lips and hands trembled, and they looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

Langator's stone-gagged mouth made a 'whine' sound, and the old tears flowed over the old face that had been swollen and not swollen a few days ago, looking unusually miserable.

The second rain of arrows tells them that this is not a delusion, and that the griffons have failed to help them.

Their hearts are filled with despair.

"Take them to the bunker and lock them up!" Knight Searle withdrew his excited gaze from the sky, and when he saw these peasant, his expression changed to hatred, and he gave the order, and went into the bunker through the back door.

Several grey dwarves followed his instructions and burrowed into the bunker.

Penny in the bunker frowned.

Compared to the cluster dive just now, this time due to the scattered formation of the griffins, a rain of arrows only shot down less than ten.

And he noticed that the large griffon, which stood out among the griffins, its bronze neck feathers and majestic stature undoubtedly informed Penny of his place among the griffins.

Penny narrowed his eyes, but sighed to himself, if the griffon knights were sensible, there would be only so much damage his crossbow bolts could do today.

Rekita and Hughes also looked at each other, and let out a sigh of relief.

The sulking of more than a month has been vented in these hundreds of arrows, although it has not been fun, but the result is satisfactory.

At least this operation was enough for them to gain a foothold in the town.

"Yes, Sean, your plan has been successful. Rekita complimented, "I'm beginning to feel your wisdom." ”

"I'd be embarrassed to say that. Penny said modestly, feeling a little vanity at the compliment.

"Come on, don't be stingy with the praise, I think you're much better than those who can't control the situation themselves and have to force the political axe army to intervene and make a mess of the situation. ”

Penny smiled and didn't answer.

A string of weeping voices floated over, but the Searle knights and the grey dwarf soldiers were seen escorting a few gentry into the room. Rekita pouted, and her knight slapped Langetor in the other cheek, and the old squire's face tilted, and the stone from his mouth spat out.

"You've won, Serr, for the time being. ”

Although there is nothing wrong with this statement. Hearing the old man's words, Rekita frowned, walked up, glanced at the tears on the old man's face, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "But looking at you like this, there is really no deterrent to say such things, dear old gentleman." ”

The old man laughed, lowered his head and stopped talking.

"A loser should be a loser, you are very wise, you know that it is useless to punish the use of tongues at this time, it seems that you have realized that you are responsible for your actions against Serre. Rekita snorted coldly, her tone haughty.

"Forget it, Rekita, the loser should pay the price, and there is no need for us to snatch the advantage in words. Penny walked up and nodded at the old man, "The winner is decided." ”

"No, Master Mage, the winner is not decided. A strange smile appeared on Langator's mouth: "Far from the end, the events of more than four hundred years. ”

"You see, I just complimented him, and he's starting to play tricks with us. Rekita reluctantly spread her hands towards Penny, then turned to the Searle Knights, "Lock them up." ”

"Yes!"

"More than four hundred years?" a small group of people walked down the stairs, and a sneer appeared on Rikita's face.

"Sean!Rikita!" The silence lasted only a few seconds before the two heard Hughes shouting, "They're back!"

"Oh?" the two red-robed men heard the news, and were amazed at the courage and intelligence of the bandits, and they went to the window to look out, but they couldn't see the shadow of the griffons.

"Directly above the bunker!" Hughes retracted his head to poke out the window.

Penny and Rekita were just about to lean out to take a look, when they heard a strong vibration on the top of the bunker!

Knock knock knock!

Countless flaming spears sank into the dirt buffer layer on top of the bunker.

Just a few hundred yards above, the group of griffons hovered in the sky, their hateful eyes fixed on the bunker below.

"Those crossbow arrows can't shoot in this direction, land from here, rush in and kill them!" Deren Lionfeather roared, "There are not many of them!"

Anger filled his heart, every griffin in the nest was raised by his clan himself, and after so many years in the mountains, he had never suffered such a big loss!

Be sure to make these damn red robes pay with their lives!

He rushed down first, and the large flock of griffons followed him.

His pupils were filled with anger, but in the next moment, the anger turned to horror again:

The dome of the bunker split in half, opening out on both sides, rows of crossbow arrows baring fangs directly above.

The special arrows with sharp spikes look especially menacing in the light at this angle.

Delen's pupils dilated suddenly.

"Spread it all out!"

He shouted and ordered.

Boom!

In the bandit's field of vision, a dark cloud rose from the ground until it was close to the front, gradually reducing to a sharp arrow.

In a series of muffled sounds, more than a dozen griffons fell in wail, but fortunately, the strength of the arrows fired vertically was weakened by gravity, and many of the wounded griffons still had the strength to escape.

"Retreat. Relying on the strength of his mount, Delenn still had the strength to flee the battlefield, but the moment he gave this order, a loud thunderclap burst from the bunker, and in an instant he felt a strong vibration in his body, as if the sharp pain that tore his soul out of his body made him confused for a moment.

Before consciousness completely vanished, he saw his companion on his mount split into dozens of pieces of various sizes in the air.

The blood pouring down soaked the sight!

"No!" he screamed in despair, exerting the last of his strength.

Penny laid down the smoking portable cannon and instructed the Grey Dwarves to try to catch the falling bandit with a fishing net and a mat.

He had a keen interest in the griffon's rider.

If he was a key figure in the bandits, he might be able to torture some useful information, although he was not sure if the bandit would survive after the griffin had shared the impact of the fire.

...... Some of the bandits in the town who were not killed for various reasons fled in groups after a short respite, but as soon as they left the town, they were stopped by a group of soldiers carrying Serge's flag.

They collapsed to the ground with desperate expressions.

"Hmm, grab them and give them to those red-robed masters in a while. Lanelo waved her hand, and the soldiers grabbed the surviving bandits.

Several red figures came out of the bunker in the distance, and Hiccol looked at one of them, a happy smile on his face.

The black warrior's face showed obvious dissatisfaction, and he looked at the red-robed mage who appeared in the distance, and his heart was full of jealousy.

Still, she decided to refrain from it.

These red robes have already shown a certain level, at least enough for her to suppress the wildness in her heart.

The idea of the strong being the strongest is especially useful in the Bane Church.

(To be continued)