178 Episode 174: Tiamo Attack ①

Now it's before noon, when breakfast and witness briefings have been successfully completed. Looks like the guys took Allen's story in their own way.

Allen concluded by adding that it was because he was one of them who told this story. Because there's nothing good about me being widely communicated to the public. All my companions were convinced by the allenness of the words.

Sophie was sparkling when she heard the most, so she looked at Sophie and talked. Just in case Allen was one of us, and Sophie also seemed to think it was better for people not to know where Allen came from. "I get it," he replied.

The Demon King's Army was slowly approaching Tiamo as they lined up.

And now, about a kilometer away from the outer wall of Tiamo.

Although the Demon King's Army was damaged by the raids of the Allens that lasted until the dawn of yesterday, the army waiting east, west, north and south of the city of Tiamo remains unchanged at 30,000.

In addition, there are about 100,000 main units in the north and about 40,000 hindsight in the south.

Because the Demon King's army started marching, or the Warcraft began to roar loudly.

The roar of more than 100,000 b-ranks of warcraft echoes within the city of Tiamo as well.

Many powerless elves who could not escape to Nest, the city at the southern end of Rosenheim, think of the end of the world in its roar.

The last to be with his family. who have strayed from their families. Numerous shelters in the city are in the elves.

Since the fall of the northernmost fortress of Rosenheim, there have been many people who have fled south all the way, desperately from the capital, etc. in this city of Tiamo.

And this city was surrounded by demon kings. It's a situation where you don't know when they'll pull through the city walls and ravage the city by the Warcraft. I just pray to the Spirit King and Queen.

In the meantime, the elves, rising to an outer wall nearly ten meters high, stare at the warcraft coming at them with a strong gaze. It could be a lie to say that there is no fear whatsoever. The height of ten meters is not that high for the Warcraft of the Demon King's Army.

But the soldiers do not yield to fear. I saw a miracle the other day. A dying companion who thought he could no longer help is recovering with the power of a miracle. The elves lined up on the city walls that miracles happen have learned.

There were more than 100,000 wounded soldiers. Not a single one now. The soldiers, who couldn't get up to the outer wall, are gripping their bows on the ground. A fully fledged 200,000 soldiers excite themselves into the battle that is about to begin.

The range of a forged elf archer reaches one kilometer. I'm waiting for the signal from my superior officer who's up on the outer wall now. The Spirit Wizard is also queuing up to recover and assist his companions.

Instructions from commanders who bind the soldiers directly are different today.

Instructions have been given to the Spirit Wizard that today, for some reason, there is no need for the preservation of magic. I don't know why, but I guess it's a continuation of yesterday's miracle.

As the Warcraft slowly approached, one troll hungry and intolerable, and began to run all at once to the outer wall. Then the other Warcraft who thought they had been crossed start running with us. If I take the back, I may not be able to put it on today's meal.

30,000 warcraft each penetrate each of the four sides of a square city of five kilometers per side.

The elves are relieved for some reason of the same situation as the previous offensive.

"Okay!! We have a Spirit King!!!

One of the generals up the outer wall inspires the soldiers out loud.

"" "Ohhhhhh!!!!

"Be sure to protect Her Majesty!!!

"" "Ohhhhhh!!!!

The soldiers have not been told that there is a queen in this city. It is heard that not knowing where there is a queen leads to protecting her. That was enough reason for the soldiers to fight if that was all they could ask.

Whether that word was a signal or not, the powerful bows of the archers, who kansted both level and skill in normal mode, all at once, and countless arrows fly into the herd of demon kings.

Today's offensive battle began.

No matter how many arrows are stabbed, the Warcraft run into the outer wall. Warcraft strikes the thick outer walls. Just a shock echoes the city.

Desperately pulling the bow, turning the eyes of the Warcraft and their heads into beehive nests.

There are also a large number of archers shooting mountains at warcraft outside the city from under the outer walls.

Similar to the Spirit Wizard for archers, instructions have been given to use all skills without conserving magic and to do everything in their power to defeat the warcraft in the front row.

If I do this, I'll run out of magic in less than an hour.

But the commander-ranked soldier's decree remains unchanged.

"Do your best to defeat the Warcraft without keeping your magic warm! We have a Spirit King to follow!!!

I notice the discomfort. I wonder why, pulling my bow.

For some reason, I was struck by a warcraft that I didn't think I could.

For some reason, more hits occur occasionally than ever before.

For some reason, I was able to withstand a death blow.

It didn't take that much time to change from uncomfortable to sure.

Today we are in a miracle. The more I wonder if this is about escort, the better the battle goes.

The elves deserve the discomfort and certainty. Because before the war Allen used Summoner stunts for Fish D, Fish C and Fish B on all the 200,000 elves defending the outer walls.

Fish D's stunt "Splash" increases the physical, magic dodge rate by about 10%.

Fish C's stunt Shark Oil increases the Kaishin Demon Rate by about 10%.

Fish B's stunt Turtle Shield reduces the damage taken by 20% whether it's physical, magical, or braces.

All stunts last 24 hours.

One attack or one attack, such as 10% or 20%, could be an error. But now, during the war, the longer it becomes, the more elves fight, the more differences will begin to be made due to the effects of 10% or 20% of stunts.

We can defeat another Warcraft that has reached the city walls.

Then a dragon the size of more than ten meters boiled its business to that appearance, kicking the Warcraft to the forefront.

Raise its head above the heavenly edge of the city wall in heaven, and let its mouth shine.

"The braces are coming OOOOOOOOO!!!

A commander-level soldier screams. Everyone takes a defensive stance, but in the meantime, the dragon spits a flame out of his mouth that burns everything down.

The flames scorch many of the elves on the outer wall all at once, causing serious death injuries.

Then the general, who was watching how it was, reacts quickly.

I raised red peaches in heaven as if to prove the existence of a miracle.

"We have a miracle!!

The red peaches then disappear into glowing bubbles and the elves begin to gain full health.

Those dying elves whose skin is burned are all returning to intact condition.

And the elves marvel at the return of the magic that had been decreasing since the battle began.

This is the same look of surprise when you look around to see if you have fully recovered to your pre-war condition. I try to tell from the elves who recovered from the burns how many people I have fully recovered, but the braced range alone is too narrow to know the true range of effects.

This time Allen is giving each general ten heavenly graces.

By and large, the general binds between 5,000 and 10,000 soldiers. There are about fifty generals in this city, so the generals themselves tell them to use it at their discretion, depending on the degree of pinch and magic drain.

"What are you doing, defeat the dragon!!

A bow and arrow strike the dragon at once on the orders of a general or commander-level soldier.

Dragon crusades with bows and arrows are quite a struggle, even with the talent of the two Rarity star professions "bowhawk" if they are meant to be.

However, thanks to the fish c stunt "shark oil", the meeting heart is hit. Rarity Star Even a single "Bowman" can sharpen Dragon's Health once and for all with violence of numbers and odds.

A dragon that grows arrows from all over his body falls on his back as he crushes the Warcraft.

Thereafter, the offensive continues, and the Warcraft of the East, West and North, where there were as many as 30,000 each, are reduced to nearly half.

Soot smoke rises from the south as the elves think it will take hours.

The perception of struggling in addition to thoughts seems to have arisen within the Demon King's Army.

The 40,000 or so warcraft, which had spread as a reserve to the south of the city of Tiamo and not to let the elves escape to the south, had already been densely packed and lined up.

Then, as reinforcements, we begin operations to attack the south side of the city of Tiamo.

In either direction, east, west, north, south, or south, if you destroy the walls and enter the city with a warcraft, it will be a victory for the Demon King's Army.

Two warcraft, outnumbered by a few, strike the south side as if breaking through a single point.

The thickness of the Warcraft sticking outside the walls is more than tripled, which I kept decreasing because of.

"The numbers just increased! Victory is ours!!

The generals desperately inspire the elves who dwell on the number of Warcraft.

"You finally moved the southern reserve. I mean, I'm glad I made it."

(You ate time to go to the three cities to distribute heavenly grace)

"Right. That's what the reserves have moved, and you're going to attack them?

"Of course."

To Cecil's voice, Allen just replies that she deserves it.

There's Allen and the others a little over the trampled ground around where the reserve was.

The second half of the Tiamo offensive was about to begin.