Knight of the Light

When the snake demon died, Arcie quickly retreated.

The coward on the opposite side hurriedly hurried to the edge of the trench. These mindless low-level demons screamed, but when they arrived, they saw neither the enemy nor the middle-to-high-level demons who should command them.

There is only a circle of trenches under the fortress.

It is wrong to say that it is a circle. The trenches are all zigzags. The ditch is one metre deep and half a metre wide, part of it is damaged, and there is nothing else.

The timids were very courageous, and they all squeezed into the trench at a loss. But the men of the Yeck family have already caught up, and thousands of nobles swarmed forward.

The jackals of the Yeck family are also extremely tall, and after catching up with the timid, they drove the cannon fodder to continue forward, asking them to find their way in the trench.

But the Jackal is not a mad war demon, and lacks deterrence. There are more cowards, and they instinctively realize that there is danger in moving forward, but they are not afraid of jackals.

The Jackal stopped, the Knights of the Crown of Thorns stopped, and the thousands of support troops behind them could only run towards the two wings, which was equivalent to encircling the fortress of dense fog. Further behind, there were a large group of northern nobles who were affected by Cyric, and they were also red-eyed, riding horses, and fighting bravely.

Slowly, the attacking team began to try to enter the trench with a depth of 300 meters. They tentatively crossed, carefully found out, and moved down the fortress wall a little bit.

The five hundred archers of the Butcher family stared at the dark fortress wall, sending out seven or eight rounds in a row into the fortress in the form of projectiles. Hundreds of wizards were scattered among more than a dozen teams, using light art or the "immortal flame" to light up the battlefield.

But the lively battlefield just now was too quiet. Until someone cried out in surprise: "Attention, there are tunnels in these trenches."

The one who shouted this was the Young City Lord Harding from Broken Bridge City. This young nobleman wore the best armor, held the most sophisticated weapons, and was protected by more than 20 family knights and wizards, but was stabbed to death by a spear from the trench.

Your Excellency Harding was studying the direction of the trenches and discovered a semi-closed tunnel by the way. He tried to open a stone slab that blocked the tunnel, and at the same time issued a warning to the surrounding nobles.

Then a spear poked out from behind the stone slab, just piercing Harding's faceplate and poking a big hole in his face.

But this shout is enough.

The battlefield outside the fortress was once again lively, first part of the trenches ignited raging fire, and the fire spread rapidly. Following that, a large number of dwarf defenders rushed out of the preset tunnel, and then thousands of heavy armored pikemen also appeared.

The fire came too fast, spreading across the entire fortification group outside the fort in a minute or two. The burning gully divided the battlefield into dozens of areas, and the noble forces in each area could not communicate with each other instantly and could not help each other.

In a separate area, the nobles will find themselves suddenly encircled. Hundreds of thousands of enemies are attacking them, and the number and strength of their opponents are always greater than them.

The fuel for the blaze comes from the by-product of coal retort, which burns at extremely high temperatures and is accompanied by dense smoke. Except for those cowardly demons called chatting, other human nobles and guards cannot easily be immune to fire damage.

The preset fire wall is at least four or five meters wide. An aristocratic wizard held up his staff and used an ice storm in an attempt to put out the fire. But when the storm came down, it failed to put out the fire. The slightly suppressed fire recovered quickly and even burned more vigorously.

The wizard who cast the spell even caused misfortune. A series of bone spears shot at him in the dark, followed by a dozen or so strengthened skeleton warriors rushing forward.

This time, the Necromancer of Coldwind City joined the battle group personally, and Todd, armed with an alloy steel battle axe, rushed forward to attack the tough. They can always fight more and less, and remove the nobles in a certain area as quickly as possible.

City Lord Farrell of the Horn Fort took all his subordinates and hurriedly rushed to the trench on horseback. What he saw was that at least two or three thousand people on his side were caught in the divided sea of ​​fire.

Farrell pulled on the reins, hurriedly braked his horseshoe, and stopped outside the trenches. He raised his eyes and saw that just a dozen meters away from the flames, Old Yeke in the Great Night City was under siege.

"Farrell, for the sake of being a noble in the north, save me." Old Jeck set off aggressively, but now he is burned by the fire, with black hair curled, and his helmet crooked, making him embarrassed.

There are only two of the five strong sons of the Jeck family who are not wearing armor. There were dozens of corpses lying under his feet, all of them stabbed to death by heavy armored pikemen like a string of gourds.

Those pikemen lined up in a dense formation to sweep away, and they were invincible in a limited space. Their commander carried a large bright silver shield, and under the light of the fire, shouted for a fierce battle.

"Archer, shoot to death the one carrying the big shield." Farrell wanted to save old Jeck, but he refused to run into the fire easily. He called several family wizards to try to put out the fire, and at the same time called in archers for support.

The fire is too strong, no special arcane magic is prepared, and the wizard's fire fighting effect is not good. Archers are basically ineffective against heavily armored pikemen and bright silver shields.

On the contrary, it was a wave of precise arrows from time to time in the flames, or the sound of gunfire like bursting beans, repeatedly killing the archers gathered by Farrell.

"Farrell, save me. I am willing to give you half of the territory." The old Jeck in the sea of ​​flames has been forced to nowhere to go. There were two to three hundred heavy armored pikemen in front of him, but he had less than fifty men left.

Farrell didn't know whether to be lucky or shocked. He had never seen such a large fire field, and ordinary flames could not produce such violent heat. This must be arranged in advance, just waiting for the nobles to rush in.

Fortunately, I didn't fall into such a vicious trap. I was shocked that the fire killed at least 20% of the nobility's forces. The death and injury of 20% in the first war was a terrible figure, and it could almost declare a defeat in the battle.

"Where are your Knights of the Crown of Thorns?"

"The fire came too suddenly, and my other three sons were divided in front with the main force of the Knights. Some people threw flames that would stick to them, and they couldn't get out. You save me quickly, and we can fight back. "

Save a ghost!

When the old Jek shouted, one of the two sons who guarded him was shot by a sharp arrow, and the other son was also stabbed with blood holes by Rulin's spear. He himself immediately screamed and went back to desperately.

The flames shake and the scene is distorted.

Farrell didn't even see the fate of Old Jeck, anyway, the fighting and screams on the opposite side of the sea of ​​fire soon ceased, and the more than 800 teams in the Great Night City hardly played any role, even if they were all over.

The reins twitched and the horse backed away. Farrell looked around, trying to clear the chaotic mind. He determined that on this pre-set battlefield, the noble side had no possibility of breaking through. A large number of nobles could only stand outside the fire and watch.

"Farrell."

Suddenly a continuous mud and earth wall appeared in the sea of ​​fire, and a figure with torn clothes sprang out of it. After recognizing the Lord of Horncastle, the other party cried out sadly.

It is Master Vesta, a well-known high-level wizard in the North, and has always been respected. But he was at a loss at this moment, his hair was messy, and his face was scorched with high temperature.

"Farrell, we must evacuate. Where is your Excellency Friedman? He must be ordered to evacuate as soon as possible."

Vesta escaped from the fire, poured himself several bottles of potions, and summoned a shadow horse. He panicked and seemed to have encountered something extremely terrible, "It will be too late if you don't evacuate."

Evacuate?

Although the fighting situation is very bad, it is not enough to evacuate, right?

At this point in the battle, re-organize the offensive, grit your teeth and hold on for a while. Everyone's morale collapsed as soon as they called to evacuate, and they could no longer hold the team.

But Vesta grabbed Farrell's hand and cried out crying: "Victor Hugo, he flew on the city wall. I just got close and felt that the guy entered a legendary state."

Damn it!

legend? !

You said it earlier.

Farrell immediately turned around.