To siege the city, you need to build towers higher than the city wall and make trenchers that shoot huge rocks. Your own archers must suppress the defenders on the city wall and create opportunities for your own people. If the general cherishes the lives of the soldiers and wants to win, he will do this. But the Fourth Legion is just an army of unknown skeletons. Death and immortality seem to be no different from this group of bones. Moreover, the Legion commander found a lot of new cannon fodder to provide assistance to the siege.

The confrontation between the living and the dead lasted all night. Just as the city was preparing to go to bed in shifts, the trumpet was blowing below to announce the beginning of the war. There were more people in front of the dead bone formation, including men and women, and many smaller figures, which were probably the children who were caught. They drove away civilians as flesh shields. Similar tactics could be imagined even if they had never seen them. They were despicable, but they were effective. The archer put down the bow, and the crossbowman could not pull the trigger. When you look at me and I look at you, you are afraid of shooting your family.

The defenders yelled at the enemy's despicable behavior on the wall, as if the skeleton without emotion would care about reputation. The scattered and colorful spots gathered into a large fuzzy grey, and dense white spots that were neatly integrated and almost integrated with the snow followed closely towards the city wall.

The crossbow cannon has already been in place, and the dwarf Flint helped repair and adjust to ensure that the Baron's several war machines can work. If you can't snipe the legion commander, it's okay to deal with ordinary skeletons. Moreover, the defenders have more powerful helping mages than the crossbow cannon, and a small number of mages are enough to turn the world around. So even though the church repeatedly opposed it, the emperor still withstood the pressure and pulled the caster into the war carriage.

When things come to an end, no one dares to charge the charge of shooting the elders and fellow villagers on their backs. At least no one can make that cruel decision before there is no choice.

People are indeed not good, but not only people stand on the city wall, but also elves. Lolana pulled her bow, took one arrow, and then hit another arrow. Before the people around her had time to speak, the elves had shot four arrows in a row, and none of them were lost.

"What are you doing, Miss?" Baron Will screamed from the side.

The Baron was quite hypocritical. If he really wanted to stop the elf, why didn't he raise his hand to press the bow down? Lolana loosened the string again, and another black shadow fell from the distance.

"Can't you see? Those are dead people, they're dead long ago!" The elves were so anxious that they bit their teeth for the soldiers' stupidity. The Rangers didn't spend much time with humans, and they didn't understand many physiological differences between the two sides.

In Lolana's opinion, under the city wall, there was nothing to hesitate to make the skeletons. Flint was the first to react, and the dwarf raised a hammer to smash the skeleton and released the stone bullet that had been accumulating for a long time. The crossbow arrows had no effect on the skeleton, and stones and the like had miraculous effects.

"Don't stand there, that's a group of zombies, living dead, do you understand, fools?" Flint pulled out his voice and cursed the archer who was still stunned.

The soldiers who came back to their senses finally joined the elves. The arrows on the city wall were raining like rain, but the impact was still not very good. Many zombies were caught in several arrows and still walked forward indifferently.

Emily took Sophie to wait in the arrow tower. The two sat around the brazier and roasted the fire to keep warm. The trembling lips and stiff fingers were harmful to spell casting. Sophie was a young girl and could not be indifferent to the shouts outside. The passionate noble lady stood up and paced back and forth.

"Are we going out?" she asked.

Emily smiled and shook her head.

"It's not time, Miss Bernard." Emily calmed down and stretched her fingers to ensure that every part could be taken care of by flames. In order not to affect the casting, Emily only wore the usual purple robe under the bearskin cloak.

"Call me Sophie." The noble lady is approachable. Emily has already felt it these days.

If Sophie wasn't so keen on gossip Christina and Lyon, Emily might like her. The days of staying in the castle were boring, and the romantic affairs of the elves and brave men were just good things to pass the time. Unfortunately, Sophie found the wrong person to chat with, and she didn't know that Emily was also an indispensable part of the story.

"Then Sophie, please sit down." Emily used a commanding tone, and Sophie immediately fell down her butt. This is the battlefield, a place where strength is spoken rather than class.

Magical bloodline is the fairest thing in the world. No matter how noble or low a person, everyone can get this talent. Even if you have never had a mage in your family for eight lifetimes, one will appear inexplicably. Interestingly, Sophie and Emily are both the kind that suddenly mutated in the family.

Sophie sat peacefully for less than a minute, and then she became cute again. Emily saw that she didn't dare to stand up, so she whistled when she did something that the noble lady would never do.

The sharp and out-of-tune whistle was far worse than the poet's ventriloquy, and it also showed all her tension to Emily.

"I heard you've dealt with mice walking on two legs." Emily decided to help her distract herself.

"Yes." Sophie's eyes lit up.

"You have also beaten the demon and rode the dragon."

The noble lady blushed and showed a self-deprecating smile.

Sophie was a big mouth and stayed in the city and had nothing to do, so she told Emily and Victoria about all the previous things. Unfortunately, Tidrit always stayed with her father, otherwise Sophie would have had a big chat with the Elf Princess.

"There are only some resurrected skeletons outside, you can deal with it." Emily induced Sophie and cheered her up little by little.

Is it useless to cast a nervous mage? You must maintain concentration even if you are under the rain of arrows, no one can be careless from gestures to pronunciation.

As soon as the door was pushed open, cold rushed in before Sir Lancelot.

"Miss Carlot, let me call you within two hundred meters of the enemy." The Jazz was through many battles, his tone was neither anxious nor slow, and he was quite calm.

"Thank you, sir." Emily nodded and understood.

"Madam." The Lord left the open door and turned away, and he was responsible for commanding the imperial guards on the city.

Emily recited the spells she planned to use later, chain lightning, fireball, firewall... There are not many spells that can be used against the immortal monsters, and she regrets letting Sanchez go. In this case, the black-robed mage who is proficient in necromancer witchcraft can stand up to an army by one. Sanchez performed well in the green-skinned crusade, which left a deep impression on Emily. That guy's succubus pet is also very powerful, and he can be released to assassinate the skeleton general on the opposite side if necessary.

Unfortunately, she didn't dare to do it. She involved the princess and the black magic together. Victoria would never have any idea of ​​being involved in the throne in her life. Black magic is always garbage that should be thrown into the corner, even if it is used to save lives.

"That...that." Sophie whined, Emily raised her head, and realized why the noble lady suddenly got so close.
Chapter completed!