As soon as the snake demon died, Arcee quickly retreated.
The cowardly demons on the opposite side hurriedly and slowly reached the edge of the trench. These mindless low-level demons screamed, but when they arrived, they saw neither the enemy nor the mid-level and high-level demons who should be commanding them.
There are only circles of trenches under the fortress.
It is wrong to say that it is a circle. The trenches are all in a zigzag shape. The trenches are one meter deep and half a meter wide. Some areas are damaged, but there is nothing else.
The cowardly demons were very timid, and they all crowded beside the trench and were at a loss. But the men and horses of the Yeck family had already caught up behind them, along with thousands of noble troops rushing forward like a swarm.
The gnolls of the Yeck family are also extremely tall. After catching up with the cowards, they drive these cannon fodder forward and ask them to explore the trench.
But the gnolls are not crazy fighting demons, and their deterrence is not enough. There are more timid demons, and they instinctively realize that there will be danger if they continue to move forward, but they are not afraid of the gnolls.
The gnolls stopped and the Knights of Thorns stopped. The thousands of supporting troops behind them could only run towards the two wings, which was equivalent to surrounding the dense fog fortress. Behind them, there were a large group of northern nobles who were also affected by Cyric and had red eyes.
Riding a horse, he fought bravely.
Slowly, the attacking team began to try to enter the 300-meter-deep trench. They crossed tentatively, carefully touched the bottom, and moved down little by little toward the wall of the fortress.
The five hundred archers of the Butch family stared at the dark fortress wall and fired seven or eight rounds of projectiles into the fortress continuously. Several hundred wizards were scattered among more than a dozen teams, using light spells or 'Eternal Flame'
, lighting up the battlefield.
But the battlefield that was bustling just now was too quiet at the moment. Until someone shouted in surprise: "Pay attention, there are tunnels in these trenches."
The one who shouted these words was Harding, the young city lord from Broken Bridge City. This young nobleman wore the best armor, carried the most sophisticated weapons, and was protected by more than 20 family knights and wizards. However, he was shot by a spear from under the trench.
Stabbed to death.
Lord Harding was studying the direction of the trench and discovered the semi-enclosed tunnel. He tried to open a stone slab blocking the tunnel and also issued a warning to the surrounding nobles.
Then a spear poked out from behind the stone slab, piercing Harding's visor and making a big hole in his face.
But this shout is enough.
The battlefield outside the fortress became lively again. First, a raging fire broke out in some trenches, and the fire spread quickly. Then a large number of dwarf defenders rushed out of the preset tunnels, and then thousands of heavily armored spearmen also emerged.
The fire came so fast that it spread throughout the entire fortification group outside the fortress in a minute or two. The burning ravines divided the battlefield into dozens of areas, and the noble troops in each area were instantly unable to communicate with each other and unable to assist each other.
In a single area, the nobles will find themselves suddenly surrounded. Hundreds of enemies are attacking them, and their opponents are always more numerous and stronger than them.
The fuel of the fire comes from the by-products of coal distillation, which burns at extremely high temperatures and contains thick smoke. Except for those cowardly demons called Chatters, other human nobles and followers are not easily immune to fire damage.
The preset fire wall was at least four to five meters wide. A noble wizard raised his staff and cast an ice storm in an attempt to extinguish the fire. However, the storm came down and failed to put out the fire. The slightly suppressed fire quickly recovered and even burned more intensely.
The wizard who cast the spell even caused trouble. A series of bone spears were shot at him in the darkness, followed by a dozen strengthened skeleton warriors rushing towards him.
This time, the Chief of the Undead from Coldwind City personally joined the battle group, and Todd, who wielded an alloy steel battle ax, rushed to the front to attack the enemy. They could always attack more and less and clear out the enemies in a certain area as quickly as possible.
Noble men and horses.
Lord Farrell of the Horn Castle led all his men and hurried to the trench on horseback. What they saw was that at least two to three thousand of his own troops were trapped in the divided sea of fire.
Farrell pulled the reins, braked the horse's hooves quickly, and stopped outside the trench fortifications. He looked around and saw that just a dozen meters away from the flames, Old Yeck in the Night City was being besieged.
"Farrell, for the sake of being a noble in the North, please save me." Old Yeck was in a fierce mood when he set off, but now he was burned by the fire, his beard was curly black, his helmet was crooked, and he was in an awkward shape.
Only two of the five sturdy sons of the Yeck family who were not wearing armor were left. There were dozens of corpses lying at his feet, all stabbed to death by heavy armored spearmen like strings of gourds.
Those pikemen were mopping up in a dense formation, and they were invincible in a limited space. Their commander was holding a large bright silver shield, and under the light of the fire, he shouted a fierce battle.
"Archer, shoot the one with the big shield." Farrell wanted to save Old Yeck, but he refused to run into the sea of fire easily. He called several family wizards to try to put out the fire, and at the same time called in archers for support.
.
The fire was too strong, and no special arcane spells were prepared, so the wizard's fire-extinguishing effect was not very good. Archers were basically ineffective against heavily armored spearmen and bright silver shields.
Instead, the flames would occasionally fire a wave of precise arrows, or the sound of gunshots like exploding beans, killing the archers summoned by Farrell one after another.
"Farrell, save me. I am willing to give you half of the territory." Old Yeck, who was in the sea of fire, had been forced to have no way to retreat. There were two to three hundred heavy-armored spearmen in front of him, but his subordinates
There are less than fifty left.
Farrell didn't know whether to be grateful or shocked. He had never seen such a large fire. Ordinary flames could not burn such intense heat. This must have been arranged in advance, just waiting for the nobles to rush in.
Fortunately, I didn't fall into such a vicious trap. I was shocked that the fire killed at least 20% of the nobles' troops - 20% of the troops were killed or injured in one battle. It was a terrible figure, and the battle could almost be declared a failure.
"Where are your Knights of Thorns?"
"The fire came so suddenly. My other three sons and the main force of the Knights were separated in the front. Someone threw flames at them that would stick to their bodies and they couldn't get out. Please save me quickly, we can still fight back.
"
Save a ghost!
When Lao Yeke shouted, one of the two sons guarding him was shot by a sharp arrow, and the other son was also stabbed with several bloody holes by the forest of spears. He himself immediately let out a cry of grief and turned around to fight for his life.
The flames shook and the scene was distorted.
Farrell didn't even see Old Yeck's fate clearly. Anyway, the fighting and screams on the other side of the sea of fire soon stopped. The more than 800 teams in the Night City had almost no effect, even if it was all over.
The reins pulled and the war horse backed up. Farrell looked around, trying to clear his confused mind. He was sure that on this preset battlefield, there was no possibility of a breakthrough on the noble side. A large number of nobles could only stand outside the fire scene.
Watch.
"Farrell."
Continuous swamps and earth walls suddenly appeared in the sea of fire, and a figure in tattered clothes jumped out of it. After the other party recognized the Lord of the Horn Castle, he shouted sadly.
It was Master Vesta, a famous high-level wizard in the North, who had always been respected by others. But at this moment, he was at a loss, his hair was messy, and his face was blistered by the high temperature.
"Farrell, we must evacuate. Where is Mr. Friedman? He must give the order to evacuate as soon as possible."
Vesta fled the scene of the fire, poured himself several bottles of medicine, and summoned a shadow horse. He looked panicked as if something extremely terrible had happened, "It will be too late if we don't evacuate."
Evacuate?
Although the battle situation is very bad, it's not so bad that we need to evacuate, right?
When the battle reached this point, we reorganized our offensive, gritted our teeth and held on for a while. Once we called for evacuation, everyone's morale collapsed and they could no longer rally the team.
But Vesta grabbed Farrell's hand and shouted with a cry: "Victor Hugo, he is flying on the city wall. I just got close and sensed that the guy entered the legendary realm."