The hot kerosene poured down one by one, and the soldiers threw the lit torches into the green-skinned crowd. In an instant, outside the castle, flames shot into the sky, thick smoke rose, and a heat wave hit. Below the city, the screams of green-skinned orcs and goblins could be heard endlessly.
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Watchfort is the largest castle in the North. This castle is a military stronghold in the north of Kislev and the gate to the north of Kislev. Once it falls, the entire Northern Territory will be exposed to the threat of the enemy. This castle owns the entire Northern Territory.
The best soldier.
On the city tower, engineers operated ballistas and fired continuously at the siege towers. Nine of the fourteen large siege towers had already touched the inner city wall of the Watch Fortress. A steady stream of greenskins were climbing up the city wall from the towers.
, they roared, roared, and fought in melee with the defenders of Watchfort.
During the rebellion, Count Cyril was forced to go into battle himself. He opened the potion handed to him by the pharmacist. After opening the cork, he swallowed the entire bottle of potion in one gulp. The potion of courage... this could at least allow him to fight for a short time.
Like a real man, he leads the troops to kill the enemy.
Thick smoke almost surrounded the inner city of Watchfort, and the air was filled with various burning smells, which were the stench emanating from collapsed buildings and corpses burned to ashes.
"Citizens of Watchfort, right outside the city, there is a huge army of orcs. We are besieged and there is no way out. You have seen the brutality and savagery of the orcs, and your relatives died under their axes. For this
We have sacrificed too much in the war, and we have nothing more to lose."
Cyril led the army to fight on the front line. In the city, Lord Jigel replaced the recruiting general and gave a final mobilization speech in the inner city. With Cyril's permission, the armory has been opened and all the weapons in the Watch Fort will be distributed.
into the hands of every civilian.
"However, we are not without hope. As long as we unite together, take up arms and fight those beasts to the end, we have hope of survival. Either for the right to survive, or for revenge. We should all persevere.
"
Jiger said, his huge body looked like a standing giant bear under the flaming sun. Behind him was a two-handed giant sword that was as tall as a person. At this moment, compared to the real owner of this castle
, Giger looks more like a lord.
But it no longer matters who is the lord. At this moment, the humans in the city are not just fighting for the kingdom, nor are they fighting for the lord. They are fighting for the power to survive.
"Citizens of Watchfort, take up these weapons, no matter what you were before, whether you were a farmer, a fisherman, a hunter, or a blacksmith. From now on, you are no longer farmers, fishermen, hunters, and blacksmiths. From now on, you are no longer farmers, fishermen, hunters, and blacksmiths.
, you are all soldiers of Watchfort. Fight like a real man, for the right to live!"
Jiger shouted loudly.
Weapons were distributed one by one. The middle-aged people with the most combat effectiveness were assigned mail armor and leather armor, while the young people were only assigned an ax or a short sword. Some of them were assigned helmets, and some were assigned to helmets.
They even only had a spear. They were almost a refugee army wearing scraps of metal.
"Block the door!"
On the city wall, bloody battles broke out. At the city gate, hundreds of Watchfort soldiers and civilians formed the final line of defense, holding on to the city gate. The solid northern gate cracked under the repeated impacts of the orcs, and sawdust and sawdust continued.
It fell from the top of the head, turning the faces and armor of the soldiers into grayish white. Outside the city gate, beast-like roars continued. The giant held a giant hammer like a tree trunk and kept smashing the city gate.
The gate of Watchfort was distorted and crumbling under the repeated attacks of giants. Also crumbling was the future of the North.
"Stick your position! No matter what comes out from the city gate next, don't be afraid."
"Remember, only by uniting together can we have hope of survival!"
On this side of the city gate, Baron Giger raised his arms and shouted loudly, and the Lord of Duskwinter Castle inserted his sword on the ground and prayed devoutly.
[At the last moment of my life, I dedicate my life to the bear god Esun]
[For the north, for my homeland, I will give everything I have]
Jigur prayed in a low voice. In front of him, the huge main gate of Watchfort finally couldn't withstand the giant's slamming and collapsed suddenly.
In an instant, the sky was filled with dust.
"For Kislev! The North will never fall!"
Jigur waved his sword and roared. Behind him, all the soldiers of Watchfort rushed towards the collapsed position of the city gate. However, what rushed towards them was a huge beast that made them even more desperate... a giant beast with a size comparable to
The Arachnari Spider of Giants!
The giant spider roared in and rushed in. Jigur only felt that there was a shadow above his head, which was the abdomen of the giant spider. In an instant, countless screams sounded from behind, and the Arachnari giant spider began to kill. It eight
It used its claws together to pierce the human infantry with steel-like spikes, skewering them like meat skewers. At the same time, it opened its giant pincer-like front jaws and grabbed a human soldier who was about to escape.
With a sharp clamp of the jaws, the human soldier's body was cut off at the waist, and blood and broken internal organs were scattered in the air...
The crowd was desperate. It was one thing to be high in fighting spirit, but another in strength. High morale could not make up for the disparity in strength. People were desperate... Some people even didn't want to endure this fear anymore and rushed directly.
Hitting the green-skinned spear tip. Death may be another kind of relief...
Count Cyrel on the city wall, whose courage potion has expired, is squatting in the corner shivering. Beside him, the castle guards are falling one after another, and Grimgor Ironbark is not far away.
The black-green beast's face, the broken fangs, and the shocking scars on his face. Cyrille could not be mistaken. That was the leader of the orc army - Grimgor Ironhide. He was also the killer in Rhodes' mouth.
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There were no guards around Cyril anymore. Ironhide looked here and walked towards him on the city wall trail filled with blood. Cyril quickly stood up, but was tripped by the corpse at his feet and rolled and crawled forward.
Go. He could feel the deep murderous aura on the orc behind him. It seemed to be saying - run, run, coward. However, he didn't care anymore, he just wanted to survive...
At this moment, a loud horn sounded under the bloody sky. Lord Black Hammer and the King of White Bears arrived with reinforcements.
The burning castle and the neat reinforcements appearing on the horizon formed a sharp contrast.