It was already the fourth day, and there was still no movement in the magic circle. At this time, Zeba realized that he was wrong. They could not withstand seven days. After Reina and the others left, the attacks of evil spirits continued uninterrupted. Every day, every night,
They seemed to be unable to be completely eliminated, killing batch after batch.
How many people died here?
Although the city gate was not breached and the city wall remained standing, the people inside seemed to have suffered a defeat.
Some cried bitterly, some wailed, and some couldn't bear the despair and jumped off the cold city wall.
"Sir! There are no more shells!"
The informing soldier shouted hoarsely.
This seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. The exhausted Zeba thumped on the table.
"Then transport the stones and send more people to guard the city wall."
The soldier showed a troubled expression, as if he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back, said yes bitterly, and then slowly turned around and retreated.
Everyone was exhausted, Zeba could certainly understand in his heart, but there was nothing he could do to change this situation.
However, at this moment, someone else ran in.
"Lord Zeba! Something bad has happened. We have discovered a large group of enemies. The number of enemies is at least more than 20,000! There are also enemies we have never seen before. Sir, you'd better see it with your own eyes!"
Hearing this, Zeba frowned and walked out immediately, opening the door curtain. The cold wind outside was still howling, the sky and the earth were washed clean by white snow, and the field of vision was very wide. Looking around, the enemy was right in front.
"Sir! Let's give up here. If we stay like this, we will all die here."
One of his men persuaded him hard.
"No, we can't leave. There are still three days left, and we must hold on."
"But although we still have a lot of food, we no longer have artillery shells. We can't defend this place with just a few people. If we bring enough food and throw away the excess, we can still go back to Wusen."
We can't go back, the door to Wusen must have been closed.
Zeba didn't say anything, because he knew that if the soldiers knew, they would definitely collapse.
He acted very calmly and said: "We can do this at any time, but not until then. We still have this strong city wall. If we continue to hold on, we can turn the snow into water and use the ice formed from water as ammunition. We can still hold on."
A few days.”
Hearing this, the soldier stopped talking. As a soldier, he had said enough, even if he was a centurion.
They must think I'm crazy.
Zeba looked at the others, who immediately avoided his sight. Pieces of solid ice were moved to the city wall. The enemy had already arrived at the city. Without the baptism of artillery fire, their number was a bit scary. The soldiers tried their best to remove the ice cubes.
Smashed under the city wall, but this was far from enough. The magicians could no longer squeeze out any magic power, and the elf archers...
"Where are the elves?"
Only then did Zeba realize that there was no trace of them anywhere on the city wall. Where had those elves gone?
"They ran away, just when they discovered the enemies."
Zeba's face turned pale at his men's words.
"What?"
"They jumped down from the north gate and left in the direction back. Before leaving, they said that they had tried their best, but there was no need to die with us."
"Those perfidious elves!"
Zeba roared angrily. He was furious, but he had already expected in his heart that these cunning elves would not fight with them until the last moment, but he never expected that they would leave when he needed them most.
Before he could calm down, the city wall beneath his feet suddenly shook, and an unsettling collision sound came from outside.
"What's wrong!"
Everyone immediately looked under the city wall and saw a bunch of evil spirits huddled in a corner, clinging to the city wall like a stack of Arhats. Then the blue flames in their eyes burned downwards towards their bodies. When they fell into their stomachs, they suddenly
It exploded with a bang.
The splashing limbs were connected with countless splashes of blue liquid, and a notch actually appeared on the city wall.
They want to punch a hole in the wall!
"Stop them now and target these damn things!"
Even though the soldiers were running around hurriedly on the city wall, the explosions continued to sound. If this continued, the city wall would not be able to hold on for long.
Is it about to end?!
Zeba turned back unwillingly and looked at the center of the city. There was no movement at all from the magic circle. Some terrible thoughts sprouted from his mind. Could they have been ambushed? Or has the magic circle failed?
He became more and more confused and frightened, but the angry expression remained on his face. This was the only thing he could do, which was to stand where everyone could see and pretend to be confident.
Serve as a centering stone for everyone.
But the role of this centering stone has become less and less. As long as a hole is broken in the city wall, they will be surprised to find that this centering stone is just an ordinary stone.
Seeing that failure was a foregone conclusion, at this moment, a horn sound came from behind everyone, and the shocked people were attracted by the horn sound.
The dead will not blow the trumpet, this is the trumpet of hope!
Looking back, I saw a group of wolf cavalry rushing towards me. A huge troll yelled, threw several boulders in his hand, and smashed the evil spirit's formation with several booms.
It's him!
Zeba's eyes widened and he saw their leader from a distance, the Bone-Grower Wurrui!