White Dragon Lord

"Mage Corps! Cast spells to clear the magic power, return to the castle, and prepare the air purification magic circle."

"The others continue to stick to their posts!"

Delicate mages cast spells frantically, draining the magic power in their bodies at the fastest speed, retreating from the hot city wall, and returning to the Count Castle in the city to restore their magic power.

Bruce, who was also sweating profusely, looked at the other people who continued to stick to their posts, and said: "Everyone! Lord of the Thousand Islands, Your Excellency Amos, is on his way, but from White Castle to Bailey City, even if it is a giant Dragons also need at least five hours, so we must strive for those five hours."

The strong reinforcements that came will always be a powerful reassurance for those who are in desperate situations.

The soldiers felt hope, and the monsters ignited a flame in their hearts. The family members' worship of the white dragon was inexhaustible, and they all wanted to show their heroism in front of the white dragon.

An hour later, the fuel was exhausted, and the fire gradually weakened. The middle section of the city wall of Bailey was burned red by the long-term fire.

Finally, the fire went out.

Woohoo!

Murlocs attack once again.

The murlocs in the front row rushed to the pile of charred corpses and threw themselves against the city wall. They were singed by the red city wall. The murlocs in the back roared wildly, stepping on their struggling companions and continuing to climb up.

Everyone on the city wall heard the frantic howls of the murlocs, and their scalps went numb.

"Rolling Stones!"

"Quick! Shoot!"

Soon, the few remaining rolling stones and arrows were consumed.

Looking at the murlocs getting closer and closer to the tower, Bruce pulled out the long sword from his waist.

"The warriors of Bailey City! Throw the enemy down to me!"

"For Dumbledore's glory!"

"For the victory of Bailey City!"

"For the glory of White Castle!"

Finally, the first murloc climbed up the tower, and the soldier in front of it stabbed the spear in his hand, poked it from the murloc's frantically roaring mouth, and pierced through the back of his head.

The first murloc fell.

But the first murloc was just a starting signal, and more and more murlocs rushed to the city wall, as if the flood had jumped over the dam.

"kill!"

The soldiers in the front row stabbed the murloc body with spears. Even if the body was penetrated, the murloc continued to rush forward madly. This madness of ignoring life made people feel cold.

The ogre chief held the end of the mace in one hand and danced the mace into a big windmill. The murloc who had just climbed the city wall was swept away by the mace and flew out instantly.

Gulgaru alone blocked a nearly eight-meter-long city wall!

The weapon master Gandalf formed a firefighting team with a group of masters. Standing behind the front row, he saw the soldiers in danger and came to help.

Weapons such as long sticks and spears were stabbed through the gaps between the soldiers, and they were precisely pointed on the forehead of the murloc, and when they were pulled back, a large hole was left.

The tragic sound of slaughter sounded on the tower, and the murloc wave was blocked by the brave and fearless warriors.

Time passed, and the corpses of the murlocs piled up higher than the city wall. Many soldiers in Bailey City also died in battle, but others soon made up for them. The surviving people stood on the pile of corpses and continued to defend. , but the murloc army is endless, no matter how to kill it.

The ordinary soldiers of Bailey City are gradually exhausted.

Protected by the Earl's Guards, Bruce stood on the pile of murloc corpses, looking at the dense army outside the city, and at the exhausted and panting soldiers on his side.

"retreat!"

The ordinary soldiers hurriedly retreated after hearing the words and went downstairs from the stairs behind the city wall, but not everyone was lucky enough to evacuate. As soon as nearly a quarter of the unlucky soldiers turned around, they were thrown to the ground by the crazy murlocs and never again. Couldn't get up.

The murlocs fully occupied the city wall. Gulgaru and Gandalf led a group of masters to guard the passageway downstairs, blocking the murloc frenzy and buying time for ordinary soldiers to escape.

The brainless murloc jumped over the battlement and jumped directly from the ten-meter-high city wall.

Those who didn't die also broke their arms and legs, but even in a disabled state, they continued to crawl towards the fleeing soldiers.

When Gul'garu and Gandalf saw that the common soldiers had fled far away, they let the others begin to retreat as well.

Although these murlocs are crazy, their individual strength is not strong, and they win by numbers. As long as they are not surrounded by them and lose their space for movement, they are not a big threat to the masters of the master rank.

The master of weapons, Gandalf, and the ogre chief, Gul'garu, were the last to retreat, and they jumped straight from the tower.

Gulgaru landed heavily on the ground, smashed a small pit and splashed dust, and then immediately spread his feet and ran wildly on the main road of Bailey City.

Gandalf was as light as a swallow. He stepped on the head of a disabled murloc. After trampling it to death, he jumped onto the buildings on the side of the main road, and over the roofs of the buildings, he fled towards the Earl's Castle in the center of the city.

Behind the two, the murlocs poured into Bailey City along the stairs, as if they were poured into the pool along the ravine. The tide of murlocs poured down and poured into the streets and alleys of Bailey City, filling every gap.

After the weapon master and the ogre chieftain rushed through the gates of the earl's castle.

"Quick! Raise the drawbridge and close the gate!"

The soldiers pulled the winch and raised the hanging plate on the moat, and in the deep city gate, three steel gates fell one after another.

The lord's castle in the center of the city is the last line of defense of every city. It will play the role of the last safe haven after the enemy breaks through the defense of the outer city wall. Therefore, it must be a war fortress carefully built by the designers.

The stone walls of the Earl's Castle are lined with sentry towers and are covered with dense rows of shooting holes.

The crowd on the city wall watched as the city climbed to the roof, filling the main road and other alleys with a frenzy of murlocs, and a coolness rushed from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

Even the fifteen-meter-high city wall under their feet could not give them the slightest sense of security.

Their unease was right, and the murlocs attacked Count Dumbledore's castle as if they were dealing with the outer walls.

An hour has passed.

Under the impact of the murloc frenzy, Count Dumbledore's castle is in jeopardy.

On the city wall, Bruce followed behind the Count.

"Father, burn it, the city can be rebuilt when it's gone, but nothing is left when people die!"

Listening to the advice of the heir, Earl Dumbledore's heart was bleeding, and he didn't understand this truth.

However, Bailey City is the object he has worked hard for all his life, it is the hard work of the people of the Dumbledore family, and it is the foundation of the prosperity of the Dumbledore family.

Count Dumbledore looked at the mad murlocs who were about to attack, and the murloc frenzy that kept climbing over the city wall, and squeezed a word out of his teeth: "Burnt!"

Bruce turned and shouted.

"burn!"