Ironically, the original intention of Tifanton City when it was built in the early years, apart from serving as a transit point for north-south trade, its greatest strategic and military significance was actually to prevent the elves and valley people from launching a 'war to conquer their homeland'.

Therefore, this border city is not only one of the largest cities in Cormyr, but its city walls are also built high and thick. In theory, it can accommodate up to 200,000 troops for defensive operations.

But Vershan, the first king of Cormyr, probably never imagined that the elves, whom he regarded as a serious problem, were in decline.

The rise of Mith Drannor was but a reflection of the last rays of the elves.

With its destruction and the withdrawal of the high elves, the elves completely fell into a state of isolation.

So much so that this imaginary enemy never launched a formal attack on this important military town, causing it to completely lose the meaning of its existence.

As Zhentil Castle in the north gradually came under the control of Bann's Dissension Cults, northbound trade also began to flow more from the official to smuggling organized by small chambers of commerce and adventure teams. As a result, this large city with only commercial significance also followed.

The sharp drop in tax revenue has completely led to decline.

At its lowest point in history, it only had a few hundred people guarding the border symbolically. It was not until the appearance of orcs in the Stormhorn Mountains in the past ten years that this dilapidated city, which looked like a dead city, began to grow with the increase in the number of border guards.

Regained some vitality.

However, at this moment, when nearly 30,000 elven warriors, half-elf rangers, and tens of thousands of valley militiamen join in, this supposed to be the enemy, this military city with mottled traces of thousands of years... instead seems to have emerged from history.

It's like recovering...

The demons attacking from the north revealed their sharp spikes.

It is also like a giant shield standing in the valley, guarding the homeland of Cormyr and its tens of millions of subjects behind it.

It seems that it was not until this moment that it blossomed into the value and...meaning of its own existence!

But unfortunately, it also encountered the most suffocating opponent.

demon.

Just like the rest of the multiverse.

With the emergence of the demonic tide, its destruction seems to have been doomed.

Demons are unlike any army in the multiverse, and even calling them an army is a stretch.

These species born from the most chaotic void have no organization, discipline or decent battle plan at all.

They are more like a torrent formed under a certain chaotic will, completely relying on instinct to submerge, destroy, and devour everything in front of them, turning everything they see into burning embers!

It is precisely because of this that ancient scholars from certain planes vividly called these demons from the abyss...

Burn, burn, army, regiment!

And I don't know if it was due to the influence of the Abyss Gate deep in the forest. After a large amount of abyssal sulfur gas rose into the atmosphere, the sky that had originally fallen at dusk gradually darkened due to the arrival of the devil.

Click...

As a thunder snake pierced the sky, heavy rain poured down, and the cold rain slapped on the faces of all the defenders, causing the nervous bodies to tremble uncontrollably.

The wounded and refugees in the city are also hiding under the eaves that have been broken by the passage of time, listening and waiting for the movement outside the city, thinking about the war on the battlefield that affects the fate of all of them.

And these demons have no so-called reconnaissance, no declaration of war, no feint attack...

Only a desperate attack!

attack!

Attack again!

When they appear in front of you, it already means war... From that moment on...

It's already started...

As the large demonic army officially entered the city of Tifantun, and was about to enter the shooting range of the elves, Sylvaras, as the acting commander of the Windspeakers, pointed forward with her scimitar and shouted arrogantly.

road:

"Arrows ready!"

All the Windspeaker warriors pulled out an arrow from the few remaining arrow baskets, fully drew their long bows, and were ready to go.

"Aim for the weak point! The eyes or the heart!"

Everyone held their breath and concentrated.

Ellini whispered in the ear of Wen Leina, who was trembling slightly:

"Don't be afraid, I'm by your side."

"Um!"

The underage Wen Leina nodded vigorously.

Three seconds later.

"Arrow out!" accompanied by Sylvaras's command.

Amidst the trembling sounds of bowstrings, arrows shot out of the city wall like swarms of bees, raining down like rain.

The elves are worthy of being called a clan of shooters, and their long growth cycle gives them enough time to practice their archery skills.

Except for some scattered high-level demons who used weapons to deflect the first arrow, there was almost no waste.

Every time a rain of arrows burst out like mist, the demons in the front row fell in pieces like wheat.

The most cowardly demons among them were immediately frightened and wanted to flee backwards, but under the pressure of the army, the result of doing so would only be to push each other and be trampled on by the demons behind them.

Seeing that the attacks of the elves and half-elves were beginning to bear fruit, Altais at the rear cheered up and ordered:

"Let's have a round too!"

Mage Susar, who had just prepared defensive spells for himself and the prince, used the communication spell to deliver the order:

"Throw at an elevation of thirty-five degrees! Release the arrow!"

So the Purple Dragon Guard officers at all levels ordered:

"Fire the arrow!"

But unfortunately, this kind of inaccurate projectile, as long as it misses the vital point, is not fatal even to the lowest level of monsters and cowards.

Without even giving them a chance to fire a second round, the demon army had already filled the moat with the corpses of their companions, and then literally hit the city wall like a black tide.

The little devils in the front row were immediately crushed into mincemeat by the devils in the back row, becoming stepping stones and flesh-and-blood ladders for the devils in the rear.

From a distance, it looks like there are countless dark, squirming arteries growing out of the city wall, constantly transporting the demons below.

And this... only took less than three minutes!

Just as the Tiffandon defenders looked at the demons coming from the street with fear, the shouts of Sylvaras and Altais sounded again from the top of the city:

"Draw your sword!/Draw your sword!"

The elf warriors in the front row all thrust their longbows behind their backs, pulled out well-made scimitars from their waists, and raised the blades as the demon rushed forward.

The well-trained Purple Dragon Guards also thrust their swords and spears into the demon's throat.

Accompanied by the muffled sound of the metal blade cutting into flesh and blood, the severely injured demon fell off the city wall like a dumpling.

But soon, with the cruelest and bloodiest hand-to-hand combat, the deaths of one's own side began to appear one after another.

"Ah!" A Tifanton defender was directly grabbed by the feet of the Quasai Demon who had just climbed up, and was thrown completely down. Unfortunately, he was not able to fall to death on the spot, accompanied by a numbing sound.

There were sounds of tearing and devouring, as he was devoured on the spot by the hungry demons.

"Well..." A militiaman who was throwing arrows from a tower was shot into the throat by a rusty spike thrown by the original demon. He covered his neck and fell to the ground in pain.

Soon, the vlo demons in the sky swooped down to the top of the city like eagles, grabbed a few figures like the claws of an excavator, took them up to the sky, and threw them back to the ground with cruel laughter.

And when powerful demons like the Eviscerate Demon or the Berserker Demon appear, the city wall will be compromised on a small scale.

Whenever this happens, an 'Elf Ranger' and a 'Shield Dwarf' will appear in the lost place.

Since the ammunition had long been exhausted in the Cormanzo Forest, the form of the dragon construct was very easy to accidentally injure friendly forces in this situation. They simply fought in this humanoid form and attacked the powerful ones who successfully climbed to the top of the city.

Demons snipe.

The former is like a real demon hunter in the Bard's Biography, wielding two crescent-shaped war blades to kill all the demons he sees, with precision and efficiency, like a swift and error-free killing machine.

Although the fighting style of Leviathan in the form of a shield dwarf in the latter is not as efficient as the former, it is actually the most violent and eye-catching, especially the noisy war cry like a broken gong. It is particularly impressive and difficult to

forget.

"Death! It is the right of living creatures!

"And I! Give you death!"

Leviathan swung his war hammer and opened the head of a mad war demon on the spot.

Then he turned around and kicked the other Eviscerate on the spot. Blood poured out like rain, bathing him like a demon and holding the demon's shriveled corpse high:

"I will take your flesh from your bones!

"The blood will be sprayed!

"I will take your skull as a cup!

"Drink your blood!

"Blood! War! Killing!
To be continued...