The priest observed the surrounding battlefield and found that the coalition forces of the Church and Kislev could not climb to the top of the ladder at all. The shooting density of the undead archers was too high. There were also bloodthirsty bats hovering in the air, grabbing the soldiers on the ladder.
Go down the ladder.
Even after climbing the city wall, there are still a large number of ghouls and zombies waiting for the soldiers who climb the wall.
The siege car only loses the protection of the shell, but the bottom roller is still intact and can be pushed.
In order to save the soldiers, the priest shouted to the knight beside him.
But Marcus clearly didn't want to make the sacrifice.
"Are you crazy? Didn't you see the skeleton shooter on the city wall? How can we push that car with just the two of us? I don't want to be shot to death by random arrows!"
Marcus hid under the city wall and shouted loudly.
In desperation, Walkerma tried to rush up on his own, but as soon as he took his front foot forward, several sharp arrows swished into the muddy ground in front of him.
The pastor could only take a deep breath and step back.
Looking up again, the high wall was more than ten meters high. The soldiers who climbed the wall were as small as ants, being slaughtered on this boundless vast battlefield.
The necromancer and vampire on the tower may be watching this scene happily.
Walkerma, who has been fighting the undead for many years, knows very well that once the siege fails, the soldiers killed today will become the puppets and slaves of the vampire tomorrow.
Roar……
Just when Walkerma was worried about this tragic situation, a wild roar suddenly came from the crowd.
Taking a closer look, a dozen Norscan raiders formed a shield wall formation and were quickly advancing toward the siege.
Arrows rained down on them, but each of the marauders was equipped with a strong round shield. The warriors were close to each other and advanced in an orderly manner. The dense rain of arrows failed to kill a single marauder!
"Why are there Norscan raiders in Kislev's army?!"
Walkerma asked the knight next to him with a surprised look on his face.
"I want you to go out and see more. The empire is not the center of this world."
"The presence of Norscan raiders in Kislev's legions is nothing new. Their great lords have integrated those barbarians. Some of the southern coastal tribes close to Kislev have even become Kislev
Outlying towns.”
Marcus explained.
Wokma opened his mouth wide and couldn't believe it. Those bloodthirsty barbarian tribes would actually become allies of this northern kingdom... What was even more outrageous was that they followed the command of Lord Kislev and entered the battle in the south.
The predator warriors in front of him were obviously more organized and disciplined than any predator he had ever seen.
The shield wall advanced rapidly, and not a single Marauder warrior left the team without authorization.
When they rushed to the siege vehicle, each soldier put away their weapons, held a shield in one hand, and held the handle of the siege vehicle in the other, and pushed the siege vehicle that had lost the protection of its outer shell again.
The roar sounded rhythmically.
Walkerma held the war hammer in his hand and stared at the scene in front of him in stunned silence.
The Norscan warriors with strong muscles and fierce eyes roared and smashed the ram into the gate of the City of the Dead.
The Gate of Bones groaned in pain under the brutal impact of the northern warriors over and over again, and sawdust and bone fragments continued to fall from the top of the city gate.
And the wild roar continued.
boom……
Suddenly, the door collapsed after a final violent impact.
Countless fragments poured down.
"Kill them!"
The predator captain let out a wild roar.
A dozen marauder warriors dropped their battering rams, drew out the battle axes on their backs, and rushed into the city gate like wild beasts.
Behind him, a large number of church fanatics and the Kislev Legion infantry also rushed into the city.
In the blazing firelight, Walkerma and Marcus followed the crowd and squeezed in.
However, when they squeezed into the city, they discovered that this was the real hell!
The vampires had already deployed heavy troops here to block the living legion that rushed into the city.
There was a roar of wild beasts in the air.
Even Walkerma, who had experienced hundreds of battles, couldn't help but feel a chill. He had never heard such a terrifying roar, and the sound even exceeded the roar of a giant.
Through the dense crowd of heads in front of him, Walkerma could vaguely see the burly monster figure behind the undead army.
It moved quickly through the darkness.
There was a crisp sound of bones being crushed in the air. Apparently, this monster had even trampled the infantry in its own camp, and it was advancing towards the direction of the Ice and Snow Alliance.
And Marcus had already been swept away in the torrent of people just now.
From the front, there was a scream that was even more terrifying than before.
Walkerma pushed forward with all his strength, peeling away the bodies of the dead soldiers, and finally reached the front line.
Here, it is like a cemetery, with countless undead and human soldier corpses piled up together. On the narrow fan-shaped front, there are crisp sounds of weapons clashing and the muffled sound of iron tools piercing the body.
Walkerma wanted to open the holy book and pray. But he found that there was no time or space at all.
A wolf rushed towards him, and Walkerma had no choice but to fight hard. The war hammer swung out in a semicircle in the air. The moment the wolf pounced on it, the hammer hit the rotten creature squarely on the head.
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound of bone cracking.
Sanglang's head was smashed open, and the brain matter and blood in his skull splattered all over the floor.
The battle priest didn't have time to repair himself, so he swung his war hammer and hit another ghoul next to him, cutting the ghoul in half. There was another sound of bones breaking.
The ghoul whose spine was hit was paralyzed on the ground. Before it could struggle to get up, the priest raised his big feet and stepped on its forehead.
"Marcus!"
The priest shouted the knight's name.
But obviously, there was no way to call. More and more soldiers poured into the city gate, and the rear became more and more crowded.
And there is no way to break through the front.
No matter how much Walkerma screamed, his voice was drowned in the endless shouts of killing around him.
But at this time, the loud voice that worried Walker Ma sounded again, and it was getting closer and closer, almost within earshot.
Indeed, that monster is coming...
Through the dense white bones, Walkerma saw the frightening giant beast among the undead crowd.
"Ghoul King!"
There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.
As soon as he finished speaking, the giant beast rushed into the Ice and Snow Alliance position, flying away the crowd with his bare hands...
The blood of the soldiers was flying in the air, drawing bloody arcs!
In the blood mist, the giant beast grabbed a fanatic believer's feet and dragged him into the air. Then he grabbed his head with one hand and his thigh with the other, and tore the fanatic believer in half in mid-air!
The flesh, blood and internal organs of the fanatical believers fell from mid-air, showering on the heads of their companions.
The horrific scene caused the soldiers in the back row to instantly stop moving forward.
A Kislev soldier did not believe in evil and bravely stabbed the Ghoul King in the thigh with a spear.
The spear pierced the skin, but did not damage the muscles or internal organs. The ghoul king was in pain, and with a wave of his clawed hand, he instantly knocked away the four or five human soldiers in front of him.
Their bodies were beaten to a bloody pulp, and they were lying on the ground dying when they landed, with blood gushing out from the deformed armor.