Chapter 948

"My holy cross..."

Looking at the "sea of fire" covered by sunken warships and flames, the mercenaries hiding behind the wall piers on the city wall were stunned one by one, and their faces were cold sweat.

The trembling "black blade" swallowed spittle fiercely, and his right hand holding the hilt was trembling: "it's the first time I've seen such a... Scary thing in my life! Do you think those elves have been burned to death?"

"I don't think so."

The silver blood on the corner of his mouth was livid and almost suffocated, staring at the sinking spirit warship in the distance: "at most, it just frustrates their attack momentum..."

"Frustration?"

"HMM." the silver blood nodded in a daze, and a strong calm color flickered in the pupil: "our enemy... But there are 100000 people!"

100000

The mercenaries around held their breath one after another, and their faces showed fear - not to mention the 100000 troops in front of them. Even if they were told that this was the open door of the fire prison, no one would be surprised that the enemy was the demons pouring out of the door.

"Woo woo - - -!!!"

Just as the mercenaries on the wall were still in a daze, the sound of a hasty horn suddenly came from a distance; The Byrne knights on each tower sounded their horns.

"It's a gathering horn - everyone returns to their posts and is ready to fight!" the expression of silver blood is unprecedented dignified, and directly puts his sword into the hand of the mercenary beside him:

"Take your weapons and the enemy will attack soon!"

"What?! these long eared people can't wait to die?" black blade spat fiercely: "go, fight with them, hold it up and get ready to fight hard!"

The mercenaries turned around one after another and hid orderly in the back of the city fortress and the wall pier. They took out their messy bows and heavy crossbows from their backs, hunched their necks and poked half their heads out of the wall pier.

No matter how low morale and no fighting spirit, these people are still mercenaries licking blood with a knife. Professional soldiers who earn money by killing themselves have much better fighting quality than the militia who have not received much training.

The nervous silver blood widened his eyes, pressed his hands on the edge of the wall stack, and stared at the burning ocean that seemed to burn everything.

The sweat soaked in the palm drips from the fingers torn by the cracks in the wall.

A quarter of an hour later, a very dense dark shadow appeared in the sea of fire - hundreds of small boats, like a school of fish gathering on the sea, crossed the gap between the flames and approached the shore at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The blood of silver with a sudden contraction of pupils finally saw the face of the enemy.

Simple scale armor and leather armor, slender long knives hanging at the waist and long guns in their hands... As Isaac Grantham described, these arrogant Elven warriors disdain defensive weapons such as wearing shields.

They rely more on their own reactions, as well as their agile and well-trained bodies.

At the front of the "fish school", an elf warrior wearing only a linen robe stood in the bow of the ship, holding a long knife and holding his head high, as if everything around him could not hurt him.

At this moment, the elf warrior standing on the bow suddenly turned his head and showed a ferocious "smile" towards the silver blood.

with one 's hair standing on end!

Clearly across the distance of a port, even people can't see clearly, but the silver blood has the touch of being ripped and beheaded by the other party.

"Ah... Go to hell!"

The hysterical cry came, and the silver blood looked quickly and saw an auxiliary soldier howling in a trance behind him, aiming the crossbow at the direction of the port.

"Stop it!"

But it was late... When the silver blood opened its mouth to block, a small "black spot" had roared into the air. After an arc in the sky, it swooped down to the port.

At that moment, the elf warrior standing at the bow of the ship suddenly looked up and focused on the "black spot" attacking him

Then... Draw the knife.

"Bang --!"

At the moment when the long knife came out of its sheath, the falling fire oil tank had broken, and the steaming water vapor formed a large ice curtain in the air.

The broken ice curtain turned into countless ice crystals, scattered and falling from the top of Ogan's head; The chief inspector with a grim smile waved his knife to the circular fortress in front of him:

"Attack!"

"For his highness Rodriguez!!!!!"

In the uniform cry, thousands of Elven warriors turned off the ship, jumped into the cold water, and rushed to the circular fortress of the port with the rising tide.

Even in the messy scattered formation, the Elven warriors still maintain a certain degree of order - the elves in the front row hold a full four meter long gun with both hands and bend down to charge; The Elven warriors in the gap of the gun array drew their swords one after another to cover the long gunmen on their side.

The Elven warriors at the end of the scattered array put away their long knives, took out war bows and weapons similar to heavy crossbows from the small boat, and assisted the remaining elves to turn the small boat back and use it as a shield to cover the long ladder.

Obviously so messy, but it looks so neat and orderly.

"The first line of defense - prepare to meet the enemy!"

Under the city wall, Lucian, who held high the Golden Lion Flag on black background, stood above the wall, held the sword handle in his right hand, and shouted to the eboden urban defense army behind him: "resist the defense line, don't retreat!"

"Behind you is your city; behind the wall is your family!"

"The day the city is broken is the day your family is destroyed - if you run away, the mercenaries on the wall will not protect your family!"

"Fight to the end for yourself!"

"Bloody battle to the end -- -- --!!!!!!"

In the continuous roar, the flag of the sea was raised on the whole port position.

In order to prevent this temporarily built defensive position from being defeated by the enemy in an instant, and to guard against the enemy's forced break in the military array by the "four court warriors" who master the "way of Samurai", two-thirds of the sky wing demon hunters who came with Loren were placed in the defensive stronghold on the position.

The purpose is to delay the momentum and speed of the enemy's attack as much as possible and let them hit their heads before attacking the circular fortress!

The scarlet eyed soldiers of the urban defense army lay behind the wall, clutching their shields and crossbows, carrying short halberds behind them and chain hammers around their waists.

Eboden's soldiers are not as old-fashioned and pay attention to the sense of honor as the knights in other regions; This kind of weapon, which is either dead or disabled when hammered down, is the most practical for them.

Battle begins with fifty steps!

"Buzz --! Buzz --! Buzz --!"

With the endless shadow shuttling through the air and the roaring of tearing the air, the charging Elven warriors and the soldiers of the urban defense army hiding behind the wall continue to fall; Or fell on the muddy beach, or fell into a pit full of barbs behind.

The charging elves fell down constantly, but more warriors dodged with their flexible movements, or shot down with the back of the knife at the moment of the arrow.

Paoze's death did not lose the morale of both sides, but aroused their blood, and poured the silent "rain of death" to each other.

Until the first Elven warrior crossed the ditch and jumped in front of the first row of walls.

"Dang --!"

Feeling the strength of the sword, Lucian clenched his teeth, inserted the flag into the wall without hesitation, and pulled out the second sword with his backhand.

The next moment, the silver white ice vapor hit like a transparent blade!

Pop!

The ice crystal was broken by the backhand the moment before touching the face door. When he looked up again, the gray pupil boy's eyes had become the gray blue of the force of emptiness.

Instinctive fear, warning the enemy in front of him... Very dangerous.

"Can catch my idealistic celestial phenomenon... You are the night watchman of the Empire?" Ogan, with a grim face, deliberately took the knife, as if waiting for the gray pupil boy to take the first shot: "your leader, lute infinite, died in my hand. Come if you want revenge!"

"Don't confuse me with those smelly mice!"

The grey pupil young man snorted coldly, and the short swords in his hands came back and forth: "I am the personal escort of Duke Byrne, the head of the wings of the sky, Lu Sien!"

"It doesn't matter who you are, because you're dying --!"

At the moment of the voice falling, the long knife with ice vapor has been waved again, linglie biting!

Lu si'en quickly dodged, and his short swords kept parrying and tempting, forcing the enemy to retreat.

Eugen, the chief Knight of the court, and his idealistic celestial phenomena... Yes, lucerne heard that the dark haired wizard mentioned this guy - broke into the sky palace, slaughtered the royal guards and killed the assassin leader of rut infinite... That's him.

"Dang --!"

At the moment of dodging, the snake's spitting short sword blade bypassed the horizontal long knife, but was blocked by an ice curtain at the moment when it was about to get close to the ELF's body.

The blade is getting a layer of frost at the speed visible to the naked eye.

At that moment, the tight corners of the gray pupil boy's mouth slightly aroused... Because he saw the complacent smile of the enemy when he thought he was on the road.

Unfortunately... You were fooled!

Under the strengthening of the evil god mark at the back of the neck, every action and expression of the spirit in front of him were infinitely refined, and all the flaws were perfectly presented in front of Lucian.

After three years of honing, Lucian no longer needs to rely on instinct, but controls this force with his own will and makes it a sharp blade in his own hands

Kill all enemies of Lord Loren!

"Dang!"

At the moment when it was difficult for the naked eye to distinguish, the long sword met with the short sword again; The two fleeting figures separated in an instant - there was more blood on Ogan's face, and Lucian's right hand was stained with light frost.

"You hurt me... Well, I didn't expect that there were other opponents worthy of my excitement in this empire except LUT infinite." after touching the wound on his face, Ogan's grimacing expression twitched slightly:

"Wings of the sky and Lucian... Good, I remember your name;"

"Don't remember so clearly, because you will go to hell soon." the grey pupil young man snorted coldly and moved his frozen right hand secretly: "dead man, don't need to know too much."

"You're right."

The grimacing Ogan coldly raised the long knife again:

"Then go to hell --!"

At the moment of sword collision, countless cries of killing sounded around them; Hundreds of Elven warriors rushed up the wall and fought with the city defense army.

Like the surging waves, they beat hard on the rocks on the coast!

The sound of fighting, the cry of roaring, the notes of sword ensemble, the collision between spear and shield... The gorgeous and grand "ensemble" is grandly staged in front of the port of eboden.

Unlike the Elven warriors who attack madly, the soldiers of the urban defense army behind the wall do not intend to stick to their positions regardless of everything; Even compared with the momentum of the enemy, they are more like an orderly retreat.

When retreating, I didn't forget to use the halberd and chain hammer in my hand to beat the enemy hard!

The orderly retreat of the enemy made the Elven warriors mistakenly think that the enemy was defeated by their fierce offensive; So that the fast-moving elves did not notice that the robes that fell into the trenches behind the wall or were crushed by the collapsed wall pushed recklessly in the direction of the circular fortress and the city wall.

A quarter of an hour after the battle, the urban defense army has basically withdrawn from a defensive position, with almost no casualties.

"Woo woo!"

Almost at the same time, the urgent horn sounded again on the wall.

The Elven warriors who were shouting and fighting had not noticed, but the urban defense forces under the city wall had raised their shields vigilantly, and even subconsciously hid back.

"Projection troops, all in position --!"

The silver blood holding the sword high stood in front of a crossbow. Beside it was the auxiliary soldiers who had just been fired without authorization. The sword in his hand was still dripping with plasma: "the launcher aims at the first array and prepares for winding up!"

"Aim over --!"

The frightened auxiliary soldiers shouted loudly.

"Ammunition loading - odd stone guns, even fire tanks!"

"Loading completed --!"

"Then launch!" shouted hoarse, like venting the silver blood of fear, waving his sword to the direction of the port and coastal beach.

Instantly, countless shadows swooped down from the city wall!

"Boom --!!"

In the terrible noise, large "sand waves" were smashed on the flat beach of the port. The fragile wall collapsed under the bombardment of stone ammunition, and the terrain was distorted into strange shapes by rubble, sand and gravel; Many Elven warriors only have time to see a dark shadow attacking themselves. Before drawing their knife, they lose consciousness

The Elven warriors who tried to bypass the circular fortress soon found that they were in vain... As an important stronghold of the port, the position of the circular fortress is like an outward protruding sharp corner. Once they bypass both sides, it means they will suffer from both sides of the fortress and the city wall, and they don't know whether they will directly fall into the trench trap in the next step.

The elves who attack the fortress do not know what kind of fire hell they are going to face!