The roars one after another spread far to the covered bridge where the big shots were watching the battle. Because the mage gave each person an eagle eye spell for observation, they could clearly see the whole process of the transformation of the barbarians under the wall.
The count turned around and asked: "Everyone, do you know what this is?"
No one answered.
The count looked at the clerk who managed the fortress archives: "Scribe, what is this?"
The clerk said hesitantly: "This... this halo is a bit like the power totem recorded in the file? However, the color is wrong. The power totem in the record is brown-red. This gray-green color is wrong, and there is no record that it will become like this.
Doesn’t it look weird?”
"Is that a type that I haven't seen before? You can find out by looking around." The speaker was a strong man with a Chinese character face. He was holding a helmet in his hand with a very relaxed expression. "Then I will go down first, the new type."
, a bit interesting." Then he walked down the covered bridge minding his own business.
"Leonardo, wait!" The strong man waved his hand: "It's okay, you can always run back if you can't defeat me."
"Leonardo is really a reckless man." Count Tashkent felt a headache. "How did he bring out the Seventh Knights and still survive to this day?"
"As long as your fist is big and hard enough, you can always do whatever you want."
"I heard that the Grand Leader is only one step away from breaking through the legend. As long as there is no accident and a dragon appears, he can always do it when he comes back."
"He can't get out without my order, just let him go."
Sitting Bull followed Ah Da and stood behind the great chief. A voice in his heart kept shouting: "Come forward and crush them! Tear them to pieces! Eat them!"
The chief's order was absolute. Sitting Bull stood here with his head lowered, but his hands were shaking slightly, shaking with excitement. Because looking at the target in front of him, the urge to rush forward and fight with this hand was particularly strong. Lower your head.
But when he looked up, he saw that Ah Da's hands were trembling slightly. Sitting Bull asked in a low voice: "Ah Da, how long should we wait?"
Ada: "Wait for the chief's order. We are here to grab food. Don't be impulsive. You may die easily."
After waiting for a while, the chief pulled out his sheep skull scepter from the ground and raised his hands: "Boys, prepare to attack! Throw stones first and knock them down!"
Without thinking, Sitting Bull took out the stones he had collected along the way from the wooden frame on his back. The animals that were pulling things had been eaten. The stones were roughly processed into a round shuttle shape, and then spread out while moving from
He pulled out his treasured sling made of ox sinew from his back, and put his finger through one end of the sling.
The other end of the rope is held in the hand, and the stone is placed on the throwing rope, waiting for the chief's order. As a hunter in the wilderness, throwing stones is an essential skill. It has been used for thousands of days and nights.
This routine has long been part of Sitting Bull's muscle memory, even now that he has become a monster.
A follower set up a half-man-high drum next to the chief. The chief looked around and swung the drumstick: "Boom!"
With the sound of drums, the sparse team rushed forward. After running for tens of meters, Sitting Bull was strengthened and his arms that seemed to have swelled twice were swung vigorously, swung his sling, and waved the stone in the air.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Ah Da also waving his sling. Everyone also raised their arms and swung.
After two rounds, there was another drum sound. Sitting Bull bent forward hard and loosened the rope at the same time. The strong inertia drove the oval-shaped stone bullet, and flew far away to the castle with a roar. Others also followed
After releasing their stone bombs, hundreds of stones rose into the air, drawing dense parabolas in the air and falling towards the fortress.
Otto and Nantes were squatting in their outpost, watching the group of barbarians struggling about a hundred meters away, when they suddenly saw a group of small black dots rising into the sky and flying towards them.
"What is this? Losing something so far away?"
"It's so far away, can't you reach it with a spear?"
"Of course not enough"
"Then why do they think they can get in?"
Without the assistance of the Eagle Eye technique, Otto and Nantes still didn't know that the group of creatures more than 100 meters away might no longer be called human beings.
In just a few words, the little black dot had crossed the high point in the sky, accelerating towards the city wall under the influence of gravity.
The team officers on the city wall did not recognize what this move was, but when they saw the black dots rising into the sky, they already followed the standard procedure and issued the order to keep their shields close and lower their heads. The soldiers wore armor and helmets and held their shields in front of their faces.
Waiting for the attack of projectile weapons.
The first stone landed accurately on the city wall and broke into countless pieces. A cloud of stone dust was thrown up too fast, and the stone was completely broken. The gravel sprayed the captain's leg with the dust, and the small fragments hit him hard.
The leg armor jingled. Before the captain had time to think more, the second
A third stone was thrown, and other stones fell from the sky like hailstones. From the corner of his eye, the squad leader saw a stone hitting the wall. A gap immediately appeared in the wall, and fragments of the city bricks shot out. "Bad"
It’s so powerful that the shield can’t stop it.”
As soon as this thought came to the squad leader's mind, a stone bullet hit the shield in his hand accurately or with great luck. The shield in the squad leader's hand blocked the enemy's arrows, spears, and even spears.
He had passed through the claws of monsters and the teeth of beasts. He trusted it so much. At this moment, the moment the shield was hit, the metal surface trembled and even rippled, and the skin sank violently.
The oak board lining was destroyed. The board split in the middle and tilted at both ends. The kinetic energy that had not yet been released directly contacted the arm. The arm that did not have extraordinary strength clicked and twisted into a terrifying shape. This was still
It was not the end. The broken arm and the deformed shield were slapped on the chest and face. The armor made a buzzing sound like a big bell. His vision went dark and he suddenly lost consciousness.
Otto and Nantes, who were squatting in the sentry tower, stared at this scene with their mouths open. The team leader was considered a fierce man, so to be knocked to the ground by a stone like this was beyond their imagination. The rain of stones outside was still fierce.
After falling, the 12 soldiers who had just lined up at the door
Four of the soldiers have been knocked down, two have been knocked unconscious by their own shields, and their noses are bleeding all over the floor. The other has been hit in the leg and is holding his leg and wailing on the ground. The last unlucky guy is directly hit.
His helmet was smashed flat like an egg shell.
"Run! Don't be so stupid. Come here, pull the person over and squat under the wall!"
Otto waved to them. "Bring the wounded in!" The roof of the post was made of stone, thank God, and it was not a wooden shed.
Several people looked at each other, then pulled the wounded man who had fallen to the ground and rushed to squat under the wall. His lips were trembling and his face was pale. Otto took his hand and dragged the unconscious team leader into the guard post. He took off his helmet.
, Otto touched his neck and said, "You're still alive, so you probably won't die."
It only took a few seconds after the first stone fell. The crackling sound outside gradually became smaller. Otto held his helmet and stretched out his head to look around. When the stone flew, all the soldiers on the city wall gathered together according to the arrow prevention procedures.
, but the force of these stones was far beyond the endurance limit of ordinary soldiers, and as a result, they suffered huge injuries. Many people were lying on the city wall, and for a while, screams and moans could be heard throughout the city wall.
The spectators on the covered bridge witnessed all this directly. The first stone thrown caused the largest casualty since the war began. The number of people lying on the ground exceeded a quarter of the number of people defending on the city wall at that time. The Count of Tashkent hammered the railing in front of him.
, turned around and asked the priest: "Dear Rabelais, can we treat these soldiers at the moment?"
"This is the first batch of injured people in the fortress. We currently have sufficient magic and medicinal materials, so stabilizing their injuries will not be a problem."
"That's enough, thank you Priest."
The priest tilted his head and gave some instructions to the little book boy beside him. The little book boy nodded and left.
Count Tashkent turned to Pam again: "Parma! Why don't we fight back! Are we just going to be beaten on the city wall?"
Parma looked troubled: "Your Majesty, the limit for throwing spears of ordinary soldiers is 80 meters. The distance they throw is close to 120 meters. It is too far away to reach. Only people with fighting spirit, knights and attendants or above can do it."
Throw the spear so far. You see, after they finished throwing, they ran back a few steps, and now they are even more out of reach! Those monsters are still standing outside and have not rushed up. We can't let the knights come out and waste their energy throwing spears."
"According to what you say, we can only stand and be beaten? No, we have to fight back, otherwise our morale will collapse! Spells, bows and arrows, throwing spears, what are they for?"
"Lord Earl! We can't invest the knight's resources now! The people standing outside are barbarians! If the records in the file are true, one barbarian can beat five of our ordinary soldiers in hand-to-hand combat. We can only rely on knights to fight. Now
The knights have used up their physical strength. If they charge, who will stop them? According to previous records, their stone throws must go into our spear throwing range.
They can only launch within the surrounding area, but now they can smash in from such a distance. This year's barbarians are very unusual. We can't use up resources now, no! They are running back and forth now just to trick us into wasting resources!"
Parma was also anxious about this order that might lead to the collapse of the defense line. He suddenly became tough and tried to challenge the Count of Tashkent head-on.
"My Lord Count, I think Parma is right. We have to use other methods and cannot invest in knights and magic now." The priest, who always had a spring breeze on his face, spoke. The Count paused and said to Parma: "Okay.
Well, then think of a way, at least don't put the soldiers on the city wall to be beaten in vain." Then the count turned back and walked into his residence, leaving Parma and the priest standing on the covered bridge.
Palma looked uncomfortable, what should we do? The resources of spells and fighting spirit cannot be used, so there are no cards in his hand?
It was the priest who reminded Palma: "Didn't we come to a mechanical institute this time? Go and see if they can do anything."
Palma suddenly understood and hurriedly ran down the covered bridge.