Chapter 509

The cloudy sky, the twilight glow shrouded the battlefield, and the snowflakes were scattered.

The surging wave of jackals flooded the snow like an irresistible wave. Their ferocious faces showed their desire for blood. Like demons, they have nothing like conscience, let alone compassion and kindness.

The only thing these jackal soldiers attached to the lizard tribe have is destruction and destruction, trampling on the butcher and any enemy who intercepts them.

The dark sunlight is reflected to the temporary combat room through the skylight of the sentry building.

Duke dakama, with his bloody sword in his hands, looked calmly and coldly ahead in the face of the wave of jackals.

In contrast, the others in the room were a little embarrassed. The rapid gasp sounded from time to time. Many people opened their mouths slightly and stopped talking. They seemed to want to remind them of something, but they were silent when they saw the back of Duke dakama.

Just as the wave of jackals approached the NUU fortress, Duke dakama said in a deep voice, "Archer, prepare!"

"800 meters, no difference!"

The forceful and steady voice broke the atmosphere of the room. Everyone suddenly calmed down, and the impatience disappeared, leaving only inexplicable peace of mind.

Above the sentry tower, the flag commander listened to the order of Duke Kama, waved the red flag in his hand, waved it four times left and right, and then pointed to the front of the city wall.

The towering city wall surrounds the nuwu fortress. A row of archers form a neat formation. Arrows take bows and wait for orders. Especially the three high platforms extending from the city wall, two high platforms are full of archers.

As the flag soldiers waved the red flag, each commander gave orders, shouted around the array, and a cry rang out over the fortress.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Bow and shoot arrows. In an instant, the dense arrow rain tore the cloudy sky, smashed the slowly falling snowflakes, drew a sharp arc when jumping to the top, and shot down at the surging jackal soldiers.

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Ouch! Ouch!

In the cold snow, the howls echoed one after another. The Jackal soldiers looked at the doomsday arrow rain in the sky, made a noise and roar, and accelerated their pace one after another. A small number of jackals with shields raised their shields on their heads.

However, the group of lizard people in the mixed wave stood still. In the center of the array, some lizard people raised their cloaks one after another, revealing their old and ugly faces, and their turbid eyes burst into inexplicable colors.

The whispers were buried in the roaring footsteps until the arrow rain fell. These old lizards opened their arms and led the cold wind between the wind and snow.

[war spell: wind crack]!

Over the Jackal wave, more than a dozen cyan hurricanes suddenly formed, like a whirlpool of falling arrow rain, countless Broken Arrows floated in the air, and those who lost their threat fell into the wave.

Even some intact arrows passing through the gap of the hurricane took the lives of scattered jackal soldiers.

Temporary war room.

Duke dakama looked tight when he saw that the arrow rain had failed. This was the first time he had encountered such a special situation since fighting with the kingdom of behlik. The lizard Legion had never been exposed in previous attacks.

"Lizard priest!" said the Marquis Gardner with a gloomy look. He recognized the identity of the old lizards.

[lizard priest: wise men born in the lizard tribe. They are favored by the lizard God. They are God given leaders of the tribe. They have good magic talent and can reconcile and communicate with natural energy. Their only mission is to believe in the lizard God and become the interpreter and spokesman of Samuel Anya.]

"Gather so many lizard priests." Duke dakama said solemnly, and the blue hurricane disappeared from the haze. "Does behlik Kingdom want to completely capture NUU fortress tonight?"

"Order the second Archer corps to shoot alternately."

"Order the Heavy Crossbow regiment to enter a distance of 300 meters for suppression shooting."

"Order the war mage to wake up the mage tower and be ready to cast spells at any time."

Duke dakama straightened his body, looked at the lizard Legion in the wave and whispered, "then I'll see how many spells the lizard priest can release!"

Continuous orders sounded in the battle room. The flag above the sentry tower ordered the soldiers to quickly wave the flag and convey the orders. Then the messenger standing on one side and on standby turned and left the sentry tower and ran to the high platform of the city wall.

Creak! Creak!

Along the straight road of the city wall, a kingdom soldier pushed a steel heavy crossbow to the high platform. The hardwood wheels rubbed the ground and made a sharp sound.

On a closer count, there were about a hundred and ten crossbows, pointing in the direction of the successive jackal soldiers.

On both sides of each crossbow car, there will be six Kingdom soldiers who are responsible for placing ferocious crossbows and arrows, pulling bowstrings, aiming direction and so on.

Further back, black mage towers thirty or forty meters away from the city wall flickered with obscure magic brilliance, and slowly lit up the transparent crystal at the top of the tower.

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Frontal battlefield, snow plain.

A huge number of jackal soldiers ran in the snow and set off a gust of fishy wind. When they saw the approaching fortress wall, they looked more and more crazy. Especially watching the falling arrow rain torn by the cyan hurricane, the unique crazy howl can be heard all the time.

Six hundred meters.

Five hundred meters.

Four hundred meters.

In the gloomy and chaotic environment, a pair of green eyes showed little blood, with bloodthirsty madness, holding high the sharp weapon in their hands.

Three hundred meters.

Bloodthirsty color remains on the face, but death suddenly comes.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The sound of crossbow bowstring exploded and scattered snowflakes. In the next moment, hundreds of ferocious steel crossbows and arrows crossed a short distance and attacked the Jackal array.

Before the cyan hurricane could form, countless blood flowers bloomed on the body of the Jackal soldiers in the front row. Sharp crossbows and arrows easily pierced the armor, and then passed through the body. The smelly blood gushed like a spring.

The offensive continued. Each steel crossbow and arrow pierced through more than a dozen jackal soldiers before it stopped. It fell into the snow with the remains of the last unlucky man.

Overlooking the battlefield, just a Heavy Crossbow shooting has washed out a large area of green blood.

"Ow!!!"

The shrill howl echoed over the wave, and the jackals crowded in the array saw the miserable scene in front of them, and their faces were filled with anger.

Raise the sharp hammer in their hands. These jackals in heavy armor lead the charge. They must climb up the city wall and reduce losses before the second wave of attack.

Unfortunately, well-trained Kingdom soldiers do not give them a chance at all.

Pull the string, take the arrow, aim at the direction.

A hundred and ten heavy crossbows launched the second wave of attack, together with the archers, once again forming a doomsday arrow rain covering the cloudy sky.