The siege continued, and became more and more fierce as time went by.
The dusk splashed, and the evening wind blew the hills, making a roar like a monster.
"These people aren't going to attack the city overnight, are they?"
Seeing that the offensive of the indigenous people did not stop with the arrival of night, even these evil elves who were good at fighting were a little frightened and mentally exhausted.
Downton's base camp is brightly lit.
Among the indigenous people, there are also tribes with night vision. With the help of magic, bonfires, and Krupp magic stone lanterns, these guys who have accumulated enough strength during the day began to attack the city.
Sleepless and restless, surging like a tidal wave.
In the camp, shamans sang prayer songs to treat the injured and requiem the dead.
Downton, accompanied by a group of generals, inspected the barracks.
In the camp of the Frostfire Clan, a group of natives were surrounding an evil elf and beating him up, and all the emotions of being unable to resist the attack were vented on him.
"Male, you stinky woman!"
After a native beat him, he walked over to the female elf whose hands and feet were tied and thrown aside, grabbed her hair, slapped her twice, and then tore off her already tattered armor.
A pair of plump breasts jumped out, shining seductively under the light of the bonfire.
Ouch! Ouch!
The natives screamed strangely and made loud noises.
"I'm going to kill you today!"
The native roared, tore at him, and then unbuttoned his pants. But when he was about to press on, a native with a bandage on his head rushed out of the tent and kicked him.
"Go away, this is my trophy, and I want to give it to Chief Downton."
The bandaged native cursed.
"I want to avenge my brother."
the natives shouted.
"Then go find the prisoner yourself. Anyone who wants to touch her will die anyway."
The tough bandaged natives gripped the steel knives tightly. Just when the conflict was about to begin, the exclamations of the 'Great Chief' filled their ears.
The group of people quickly turned around and saw Tang Dunyuan walking over in a tense manner.
"You are very energetic. It seems you can still fight?"
Downton asked.
"I am willing to die for the great chief!"
The bandaged natives are not only brave, but also have good brains. They can kneel on one knee and speak flatteringly.
"Your Majesty, this..."
Drizzt reported on the achievements of the bandaged natives.
"Stand up. Warriors can only die in battle, not kneel."
Downton raised his hand, and Drizzt handed over a barrel of wine, "Drinking is prohibited in the military camp. But this is for the warriors. I look forward to your results tomorrow!"
"Thank you, Chief, for the reward!"
The bandaged native knelt on the ground, stretched out his hands, and took the barrel with a pious look.
"Based on his military merits, one of your sons can enter the Imperial Military Academy with free tuition, board and lodging."
Downton punched the native's chest, "Work hard to live and watch your son honor his ancestors."
When the other natives heard this, they all looked envious, and they fought hard. Isn't it all for this step?
"Great Chief, this is my gift to you!"
The bandaged natives dragged the female evil elf prisoner over.
"I am very satisfied."
Downton nodded, "Put her in a prisoner of war camp."
"Bah, evil human being, you will not die well."
The female elf cursed.
"Asshole!"
The natives rushed to show off, raising their hands to slap the female elf.
"Forget it, don't argue with the guy who is doomed to annihilation."
Downton would not be angry with a prisoner of war, and the word "genocide" also made people around him uneasy.
At midnight, under the cover of darkness, an elite group of evil elves came out of the city, preparing to burn the food and grass.
"Move gently and pay attention to your sight!"
Every once in a while, the captain will remind you. The eyes of evil elves are purple and will emit a lavender light at night. They are very easy to identify, so pay special attention to them.
The evil spirits shuttled through the forest, not running on the ground, but stepping on the branches. They jumped and ran, and suddenly, there was a shrill sound of breaking wind.
Phew! Poof!
An elf was pierced through the chest by a pitch-black javelin, and his whole body fell to the ground like a big bird that had been shot.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
Shotguns were raging wildly. At first, even if the evil spirits were shot, they could not scream in agony, but soon the commotion spread.
"Enemy attack!"
The evil elves are good at night fighting, but at this time, they can't even see the enemy's shadow, only their own companions are being shot down constantly.
"Go to the ground!"
After the regiment grew, the enemy's javelin was dark and extremely fast, making it difficult to catch the trajectory. Moreover, standing on the tree was a living target.
An evil elf was breathing heavily, holding a scimitar in his hand, and was concentrating on guarding the surroundings, but who knew that the dead branches and leaves under his feet suddenly lifted up like a goddess scattering flowers, and the troll hunter hiding inside rose up like a predatory cheetah.
Holding a dagger, he stabbed his vest.
"Here!"
The evil elves opened their bows and fired arrows. After the troll hunter succeeded in the attack, he did not hesitate to fight. He made a few leaps and disappeared into the forest. Some elves wanted to chase him, but he was hunted by the trolls hiding nearby.
"Damn it, it's a troll hunter."
Some people cursed, this is the race that is best at mountain hunting.
"Don't mess up!"
The team leader tried his best, but he couldn't control the situation. People were dying every moment. This kind of pressure made the team collapse.
Xia Ying named the main city the Golden Setting Sun, which represents the glory of the evil elves.
"Queen, the night attack failed."
The messenger looked sad, "The thousand-man regiment sent was completely destroyed."
This is a tree house that can accommodate a hundred people. It is packed with seats. In addition to the generals who are directing the battle on the front line, all the senior tribe officials are here.
When they heard the news, everyone was not too surprised. Originally, this night attack was just a fluke.
"I sent them to die!"
Xia Ying blames herself.
"Queen, this is not your responsibility!"
The chief of staff comforted.
"That's right. Now is not the time to hold people accountable. Let's figure out how to repel Downton, right?"
An elder spoke.
"Repulse? Impossible. Looking at Downton's situation, it's obvious that he wants to kill us."
"Dragon Hills is Downton's private back garden. He will not allow others to occupy it. And with the loss of Lombardi, he also needs a stable logistical supply and strategic buffer."
"The pressure in Frankfurt is very high. If it were me, I would choose a relatively weak and strategically important hill as a breakthrough point."
The elders analyzed the situation and came to the pessimistic conclusion that there was no room for relaxation between the two sides, even if they surrendered.
"What are you afraid of? In the worst case, we will fight to the death."
The young faction spoke, but was ignored by the elders.
"Queen, start executing the Setting Sun Plan, otherwise it will be too late."
The elders advised each other.
Xia Ying stood up and walked to the terrace. She stroked the texture of the railing affectionately, "It's a pity that this home was just built."
"For our descendants, all efforts are worth it!"
The elders comforted.
Xia Ying wanted to speak, but her face froze and she looked in the direction of the enemy. There were magic fluctuations there, and the crystalline elemental light spots were gathering like fireflies on a midsummer night.
"This is……"
The elders who were powerful and had keen senses all changed their minds.
"Haha, it seems that the enemy is more anxious than us!"
Xia Ying sneered, "I even have to use the forbidden curse."
"Forbidden curse?"
One word, two words. It is indeed like a plague, making the senior officials present on pins and needles. It seems that Downton, who has been unable to conquer for a long time, has chosen to take a desperate risk.
You must know that the chanting of the forbidden curse takes an extremely long time. A city-destroying level like this requires the cooperation of dozens of at least Grand Marshal-level masters. They cannot be interfered with during this period, otherwise the lives of those masters will be in danger, and even if it is completed
, these magicians will not be able to use magic within half a month.
If the city cannot be wiped out with one blow, it means that the high-end mage power of Drankefurt will be useless and it will be unable to fight against the evil elf mage group. This will be extremely detrimental to the future battle situation.
"Execute the Setting Sun Plan!" The queen took a deep breath and her expression became determined. "We evil elves will take root here and one day become the masters of the continent."
"dominate!"
Loud shouts rang out in the treehouse, but the elders did not panic because the wise Queen Anastasia had already considered countermeasures to these problems.
Women and children, carrying food rations, went to the underground ruins to temporarily avoid risks. The entire main city was in panic, and there were voices saying goodbye and crying everywhere.
The so-called underground ruins are the ruins of the royal city of the thousand-year empire. The capital of any country is selected after the joint calculation of shamans, prophets, and magicians. The feng shui is excellent, and it contains the destiny of the country for thousands of years. General Xia Ying
The main city chose this place not only for national luck and good omen, but also for the sake of escape.
The ruins are deep underground. Even if the main city is hit by the forbidden spell, it will not be too damaged.
It took eight hours to prepare the forbidden spell, so the siege did not slow down. Instead, it exploded even more in order to contain the evil elves' forces.
The newly opened position has been heavily guarded, and even a cough is not allowed, otherwise it will be dealt with by military law.
Downton stood nearby, watching the magicians headed by Charlotte releasing the forbidden spell.
The magic spices are spread, flashing with fluorescence, changing into different patterns, the crystals light up and go out, and the magic energy flows and gathers into the magic circle.
"Xia Luo is so amazing!"
Through telepathy, Cheap God communicates with Downton.
Extreme magic like this requires practice, because it is too difficult, and a single mistake can cause serious backlash, but Xianlang takes the lead and perfects everything.
"Xia Luo is responsible for almost all the main parts of the spell, and the others are just assistants."
Homer admired that Charlotte's spellcasting was undoubtedly a kind of art, which was pleasing to the eye.
Downton was distracted. When he thought about the consequences of that tactic, he felt restless.
"Still hesitating?"
Homer sighed.
"Do you think I was born to be a cold-blooded tyrant?"
Downton looked at the sky, where the stars were twinkling.
"Someone will always die in war." Homer comforted, "It's not them, there are others. Death will only end if war is eliminated."
"It's so difficult. I probably won't be able to see that day."
Downton is lonely.
"Then give up and send peace talks with the evil elves. If the fight reaches this level, they should be afraid."
Homer suggested.
"Are you kidding me? If I stop, then the soldiers before me will die in vain. How do you want me to face their families?"