Shaman from Afar

"My Holy Cross ..."

Looking at the "sea of ​​fire" covered by sunken warships and flames, the mercenaries hiding behind the wall stacks on the city walls were stunned one by one, and their shrinking faces were all cold sweats.

The trembling "Black Blade" swallowed hard, and the right hand clutching the hilt of the sword shivered: "For the first time in my life, I saw this ... scary stuff! You said, are all the elves burnt? died?"

"should not."

The blood of silver and silver squeezed his face tightly, and he nearly suffocated staring at the gradually sinking elven warship in the distance: "At most, it only thwarted their offensive momentum ... right?"

"defeat?"

"Huh." The blood of Silver nodded stupefiedly, and the color of composure was flashing in his pupils: "Our enemies ... but there are hundreds of thousands of people!"

One hundred thousand ...

The mercenaries around were holding their breaths, and the expression on their faces revealed fear-not to mention the 100,000 troops, even if they were told that this was the opened door of hell, the enemy poured out from the door. No one will be surprised.

"Ooooooooooooo !!!!!!"

While the mercenaries on the wall were still stunned, the sound of a horn rushed suddenly from a distance; the knights of the Bain on each tower also blew the horn.

"It's the rallying horn-everyone is back to the post, ready to fight!" Silver Blood's expression was unprecedentedly dignified, and he directly stuffed his sword into the hands of the mercenaries beside him:

"Get the weapon, the enemy will attack soon!"

"What ?! These long-eared ones, can't wait to die one by one?" Black Blade gnawed fiercely: "Go, fight with them, ready to fight hard!"

The mercenaries turned around one after another and hid orderly into the back row of the wall stacks of the fortress and the city walls. They took out their messes from their backs, and various war bows and heavy crossbows shrank from the wall stacks. Half of his head reached out.

Even if morale is low and there is no fighting spirit, this group of people is still a mercenary who licks the blood from the knife edge. The professional soldiers who make money by killing themselves have much better fighting quality than the militias who have not received much training.

The tensed silver blood stared at his eyes, his two hands pressed against the edge of the wall stack, staring at the sea of ​​flames that seemed to be able to burn everything.

Sweat from the wet palm dripped from between fingers that had been torn by cracks in the wall.

A quarter of an hour later, the shadow of the shadow appeared in the flames, very dense black shadows-hundreds of thousands of small boats, like the fish gathered on the sea, crossing the gap between the tongues of fire, approaching the shore at a speed visible to the naked eye .

The blood of silver, whose pupils shrank suddenly, finally saw the face of the enemy.

Simple scale armor and leather armor, a long slender sword hanging around the waist, a spear in his hand ... As Isaac Grantham described, these proud elf warriors disdain and wear Defensive weapons such as shields.

They rely more on their reactions, as well as their agile and well-trained bodies.

At the forefront of this "fish school", an elf warrior wearing only a linen robe stood at the bow of the ship, holding his chest proudly with a long sword, as if everything around him could not hurt him.

And at this moment, the elf warrior standing on the bow of the ship suddenly turned his head and showed a somewhat gruesome "smile" towards the silver blood.

Creepy!

Obviously across a port, even the figure is not very clear, but the blood of silver has a touch that has been decapitated by the other party.

"Ahhhh ... let's die!"

Hysterical shouts came, and the blood of silver quickly looked at the helpless howling of an auxiliary soldier behind him, pointing the ballista in the direction of the port.

"Stop!"

But it was late ... When the opening of the silver blood blocked, a small "black spot" had roared into the air, after tracing an arc in the sky, it dived towards the port.

At that moment, the elf warrior standing on the bow of the ship suddenly raised his head and focused his attention on the "black spot" that had struck him.

Then ... draw the knife.

"boom--!"

The moment the long knife came out of the sheath, the kerosene tank had broken before it fell, and the steam was forming a large ice curtain in the air.

The shattered ice curtain turned into countless ice crystals, scattered and scattered from the top of Eugen's head; the grinning Governor's Chief wielded the knife, taking the advantage of the knife's tip, to the circular fortress in front:

"attack!"

"For Your Highness Rodria-!!!!!!"

In a uniform shout, thousands of elf warriors turned over and jumped into the icy waters, and as the high tide waves rushed towards the ring fortress of the port.

Even if it is a messy squad formation, the elf warriors still maintain a certain degree of order-the elves in the front row held a four-meter long spear with both hands and leaned forward to charge; while in the gap of the gun array Elf warriors drew their swords one after another, covering the spearman beside him.

The elf warriors at the end of the squadron put away the long swords, took out the war bow and weapons like heavy crossbows from the dinghy, and helped the remaining elves to turn the dinghy back as a shield to cover the long ladder while shielding go ahead.

Obviously so messy, but it looks so neat and orderly.

"The first line of defense-ready to meet the enemy!"

Under the city wall, Lucien, who held up the black lion flag on the black background, stood above the earth wall, holding the sword handle in his right hand, and shouted at the Eboden City Defence Army behind him: "Bear the defense line, don't go back!"

"Behind it is your city; behind the wall is your family!"

"The day when the city is broken is the day when your family is broken-you run away, and the mercenaries on the city wall will not protect your family!"

"For your own sake, let's fight in the end!"

"The **** battle —————— !!!!!!"

Amidst successive roars, flags of the sea were raised on the entire port position.

In order to prevent this temporarily built defensive position from being instantly defeated by the enemy, and also to guard against the enemy in the military formation, there are "Four Court Warriors" who have mastered the "Warrior's Way" and forcefully break the formation. Two-thirds of the Winged Hunters are installed in the defensive positions on the position.

The purpose is to delay the enemy's attack momentum and speed as much as possible, so that they will hit their heads and break the blood before attacking the circular fortress!

The soldiers of the City Defense Army with scarlet eyes lay behind the earth wall, holding the shield and crossbow in their hands, carrying the short-handed halberd behind them, and the chain hammer hanging around their waists.

Ebden ’s soldiers are not like the knights in other regions, and they do n’t pay attention to the sense of honor; this kind of weapon that is not dead or destroyed is the most practical for them.

The battle begins with fifty steps!

"Bum--! Bum--! Bum--!"

With the black shadows running through the air and the roar of the tearing air, the charged elf warrior and the city defense soldiers hiding behind the earth wall kept falling down; or fell on the muddy beach or fell Behind him was a barbed hole.

There were constant figures falling in the charging elf army, but more warriors dodged with their flexible movements, or shot down with the back of the knife when the arrows hit.

The death of the robe did not lose the morale of the double opposition, but instead aroused their respective bloodiness, and even more exhaustedly poured the silent "death rain" to the other party.

Until the first elf warrior crossed the trench and rushed to the first row of earth walls.

"clang--!"

Feeling the force from the sword body, Lucien gritted his teeth, inserted the battle flag on the soil wall without hesitation, and pulled out the second sword with his backhand.

At the next moment, the silver-white ice vapor struck like a transparent blade!

Snapped!

Bingjing was crushed by the backhand immediately before touching the face door. When he looked up again, the eyes of the gray pupil had changed into the gray-blue of the power of the void.

Instinctive fear, warning the enemy in front of him ... very dangerous.

"Will you catch my ideal sky ... Are you the night watchman of the empire?" Eugen with the grinning smile deliberately closed the knife, as if waiting for the gray pupil to shoot first: "Your leader Rut Infinite Just die in my hands, come if you want revenge! "

"Don't confuse me with those stinky mice!"

Gray pupil snorted coldly, the short swords in both hands one after the other: "I am the personal guard of Duke Byrne, Lu Sien, the head of the wing of the sky!"

"No one cares, because you are going to die--!"

The moment the words fell, the long knife wrapped in ice steam had waved again, Ling Yun was biting!

Lu Sien dodges quickly, and the short swords of both hands continue to parry and test, forcing the enemy to retreat.

The Chief Warrior Eugen and his ideal celestial phenomenon ... Yes, Lu Sien heard that the dark-haired wizard mentioned this guy-broke into the Sky Dome, killed the royal guard, and killed the assassin of Rut Infinit. The leader ... is him.

"clang--!"

At the moment of dodge, the venomous serpent's short sword edge bypassed the long sword, but was blocked by an ice curtain at the moment of approaching the elf's body.

The blade is stained with frost at a rate visible to the naked eye.

At that moment, the gray pupil's tightly twitched mouth twitched slightly ... because he saw the smug smile that the enemy thought he was on.

It's a pity ... it's you who's fooled!

Under the strengthening of the mark of the evil spirit at the back of the neck, every movement and every expression of the elf in front of the eyes are infinitely refined, and all the flaws are perfectly presented in front of Lucien.

And Lucien, who has been grinding for three years, no longer needs to rely on instinct, but uses his own will to control this force and make it a sharp edge in his own hands ...

Kill everything and Lord Loren as enemy!

"clang!"

At the moment when the naked eye was indistinguishable, the long sword and the short sword once again intersected; the two flashing figures separated instantly-a blood stain on Eugen's face, and Lucien's right hand was stained with a touch of frost.

"You actually hurt me ... well, except Rut Infinite, I didn't expect to have an opponent worth my excitement in this empire." Touching the wound on his face, Eugen's grinning expression slightly twitched. Author:

"The Wings of the Sky and Lucien ... well, I remember your name;"

"You don't have to remember it so clearly, because you are about to go to hell." The gray pupil snorted and secretly moved his frozen right hand: "Dead, don't need to know too much."

"That's right."

The grinning Eugen, coldly crossed his sword again:

"Then you die-!"

When the swords collided, countless shouts of killing sounded around the two of them; hundreds of elf warriors rushed up the earth wall, fighting together with the city defense army waiting for them.

It's like a turbulent wave, slapping **** the rocks on the coast!

The sound of fighting, the cry of roaring, the notes of the sword ensemble, the collision of the spear and the shield ... A gorgeous and grand "ensemble" was staged in front of the port of Ebden.

Unlike the elf warriors who attacked insanely, the city defense soldiers behind the earth wall did not intend to stick to their positions regardless of the situation; even compared with the enemy's momentum, they were more like an orderly retreat.

When retreating, don't forget to use the war halberd and chain hammer in your hands to give the enemy a few hard shots!

The orderly retreat of the enemy made the elf warriors mistakenly believe that the enemy was repelled by their fierce offensive; so that the elves who drove violently did not pay attention to the trenches that fell into the earth wall or the collapsed earth wall The crushed robe was desperately advancing towards the circular fortress and the city wall.

At the quarter of the fighting, the City Defense Army had basically withdrawn from a defensive position, and there were almost no casualties.

"Ooooooo ------!"

Almost at the same time, a hurried horn sounded again on the city wall.

The elf warriors who screamed for battle had not yet noticed, but the city defense troops under the city wall had raised their shields with vigilance, and even subconsciously hid back.

"Projection troops, all in place--!"

The blood of silver holding up the sword stood in front of a ballista, next to the auxiliary soldier who had just been arbitrarily fired. The sword in his hand was still dripping plasma: "The launcher is aiming at the first array, ready for winding ! "

"Aiming finished!"

The frightened auxiliary soldiers shouted loudly.

"Ammunition loading-, odd-numbered stone guns, even-numbered fire tanks!"

"Filling up!"

"Let's launch!" Cried out in horror ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ like the blood of silver venting his inner fear, waving the sword toward the port and the beach on the coast.

In an instant, countless shadows swooped down from the city wall!

"boom----!!!!"

In the horrible loud noise, large stretches of "sand waves" were smashed on the flat beach head, the fragile earth wall collapsed under the bombardment of stone ammunition, and the terrain was distorted by rubble, sand and gravel Strange shapes; many elf warriors only have time to see a black shadow that strikes themselves, and before they have drawn their swords, they lose consciousness ...

The elf warrior who tried to bypass the circular fortress soon discovered that it was purely in vain ... As an important port stronghold, the location of the circular fortress was like a sharp angle protruding outward. Once bypassing both sides, it means Suffering from both sides of the fortress and the city walls, there are trench traps that do not know whether the next step will fall directly.

The elves who attacked the fortress in front of them did not know what they were about to face ... what kind of fire hell!