Emperor of Arcane

Gurgling bubbles.

Rising from the bottom of the Sulfur River.

Bursts of hot wind blew on the dry castle.

The wind and waves mixed with the smell of gravel and sulfur can blow away traces on the thick rocks.

For dwarves with rough skin and thick flesh, it just makes them feel a little itchy.

However, the dwarves who usually started drinking and bragging were now staring unhappily into the darkness in the distance.

One by one, burly Jackal warriors rushed out of the darkness, howling and attacking them.

"Crossbow ready!"

"Musketeers prepare!"

The dwarf guard officer issued the order in time. He didn't care about the hundreds of jackals in front of him. They stared at the depths of the passage and muttered quite unhappily:

"Why are these damn black monkeys so busy lately?"

Seeing these gnolls rushing into the shooting range, the dwarf defender shouted:

"put!!"

Sporadic attacks, precise and deadly.

More than 10 jackals fell down, but more jackals rushed up.

They carried very crude siege equipment and did not spare their lives at all.

It seemed that there was something more terrifying behind them, driving them away.

The remaining 30 or so dwarf soldiers skillfully fired alternately, showing extraordinary killing efficiency.

However, their numbers are too few.

After only three rounds of shooting, more than 100 jackals were killed, and the rest rushed to the bottom of the city wall.

"Hurry up and throw stones to kill them!"

"I've finished throwing the stones..."

"What? Damn it! Then throw an alchemy bomb!"

"I just lost the last round..."

"So what do we have left?"

"Uh... drink from the empty wine bottle..."

"Don't throw this away!"

The dwarf garrison shook his head and pulled out the battle ax smoothly. The thick light silver ax head was dancing with the surging thunder luster.

He threw it directly at the location below where there were the most jackals.

The surging and flashing thunder jumped and bloomed, and its huge lethality instantly took away the lives of more than 20 jackals.

Advanced martial arts-Thunder Throw!

The spinning ax flew back into the hands of the dwarf defender.

It's just that the dazzling luster has dimmed a little.

Just when the dwarf garrison officer was about to continue the attack, a light blue light flashed on his helmet, and there was a burst of intermittent questions:

"Fortress 46...Fortress 46...do you need support?"

Subconsciously raising his eyebrows, the dwarf defender looked at another group of jackals rushing from the dark passage, coughed slightly and replied:

"We... can still withstand it!"

A dwarf soldier who was in a bit of a hurry also responded and said:

"That's right, aren't there more than 1,000 jackals? We killed them all in half a day!"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, another dwarf musketeer who had changed the gunpowder shouted:

"Don't worry about us, these stinky jackals are just enough for us to warm up..."

The dwarf soldier, who was just about to reload, found that all the crossbow arrows had been fired. He pulled out his ax and interjected:

"There are too few of them, not enough for us to take care of."

After struggling to push down the broken long ladder and lifting the hammer to smash the gnoll who climbed up the city wall, the dwarf defender continued to answer:

"Huh... we can still handle it!"

The other end seemed to believe what they said and replied quickly:

"okay, got it……"

Then, there was no movement.

An ax chopped down the gnolls who climbed up the city wall, and the dwarf garrison watched more and more gnolls climb up the city wall.

Although his men fought bravely, they were unable to defeat the four hands with two fists. They seemed to be unable to defend themselves, and they suddenly couldn't help but regret:

"Oh, if I had known, my tone wouldn't have been so strong just now..."

Although he thought so, the dwarf defender quickly put this idea behind him.

He roared loudly and rushed to the front line of the battle with surging thunder.

The deadly ax kept chopping, the flashing thunder kept jumping, and the tall jackals screamed and fell down the city wall.

The dwarf soldiers were quite powerful in combat. Under the leadership of the dwarf garrison officer, they actually withstood the attack of thousands of jackals.

Hardness cannot last, softness cannot be maintained.

Two fists are no match for four hands.

The dwarf soldiers were also getting tired.

More and more gnolls crowded up the city wall.

The movement starts slowly, and the scope of the defense begins to shrink.

Even the most powerful dwarf garrison officer, the shining thunder battle ax in his hand, became much dimmer.

They were about to be surrounded by jackals!

"shooting!!"

The commanding voice, like the sound of nature, came from behind them.

Hundreds of rotating metal projectiles whizzed and hit the Jackal's chest.

Dozens of gnolls who climbed onto the city wall were instantly knocked down.

The other gnolls suddenly became frightened and tried to flee behind them.

Before they could escape, pitch-black crossbow arrows flew from behind and pierced their vests.

The gnoll who retreated was killed instantly.

When the other jackals saw this scene, they couldn't help but trembled, roared and continued to attack.

Fortunately, the arrival of reinforcements gave the dwarf soldiers a breath of relief.

The dwarf defender holding the axe, trembling slightly, turned to look at the swarming compatriots, grinned and shouted proudly:

"I told you not to come, we have almost killed them all..."

The other dwarf soldiers who collapsed on the ground allowed their compatriots to treat them, and they did not forget to continue to brag:

"Hey, with a few of us here, it must be an iron wall!"

"Fortunately, you came early and were able to pick up a few heads..."

"You didn't see it just now. I fired a crossbow arrow and pierced three jackals straight through..."

"What is this? Just now I killed from east to west, and then from west to east, killing 18 of them in a row!"

"..."

The dwarves who came to support them all rolled their eyes knowing what their temper was.

Only the dwarf defender looked at the approaching spell caster curiously and asked his friend:

"How did you guys get here so quickly?"

Some of the dwarf captains, who were thankful that they arrived in time, threw a bottle of wine to the dwarf guard officer and said with deliberate admiration:

"The Great Arcanist of Kennoman has taken action. He said there is danger here!"

After drinking a large sip of ale, the dwarf defender burped comfortably, raised his chin proudly and said:

"Haha, we are here, how can there be any danger?"

The words just fell!

A deafening roar came from the black cave in the distance.

All dwarves have a sense of panic about impending disaster.

"Fortress No. 46...please report the situation..."

The huge and terrifying figure slowly spread its wings under the gaze of the dwarf guard with sore hands and feet. He suddenly felt drunk and said impatiently:

"Isn't it just a dragon? There's nothing to worry about. I'll go and chop it down..."

Before he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and fell "drunk" backwards.