Chapter 1089 1071. Spell·Fireball
“Come in quickly! Come in quickly, meow!”
In front of the shield formation opened by the guards, Velvet Ball held the Thundercat Sword in one hand and greeted with the other. The few people who couldn't fight behind their backs went inside.
The very tired soldiers, who were holding their shields in front of them, were dumbfounded when they saw the little cat wearing clothes and talking with a sword, who had just chopped down three or four orcs in front of them.
"What is going on today? Am I having a nightmare?"
The guard muttered to himself.
But when the war situation became a little clearer and relaxed, Bard hugged his three children as if they were surviving the disaster.
He closed his eyes and looked happy.
"Thank you." Bud said solemnly to Fluffy Ball and Fili, "Thank you for saving my child."
"It's okay, meow!"
The kitten answered enthusiastically and happily. It was very happy to be able to help people.
Fili had no time to respond to Bard. He threw the weapon transformed from the blacksmith's hammer to the ground. If this was not enough, he spat on it.
He was carrying a bag of crudely made modified weapons along the way. Basically, one of them would be broken after a few fights with the orcs, or it would simply be distorted and deformed during the fighting. The center of gravity of the weapon Then it changes and becomes unbalanced, so that I dare not use it anymore.
When we got here, there was only one hammer left in the bag of weapons.
There were a lot of ordnance on the ground, so Fili immediately walked over there, picking out several swords and inserting them into himself before he felt a little relieved.
But in this case, moments of slight reprieve are ultimately rare and short-lived.
It seems that the orcs saw the orcs when they were moving around on the street, such as Velvet Ball and Fili.
After determining where the target was, the orcs naturally began to gather their strength and wanted to break through the square directly, and then kill the target and the townspeople in one go.
This is not good news.
The number of orcs is uncertain so far. Bard and the others only know that these ugly things seem to be indulging their desire for destruction and killing everywhere in the town.
And if they just wanted to kill people, if they attacked the square with fire and almost captured the entire Changhu Town except the square, it would be unreasonable to find flammable materials.
The shields of the guards are just ordinary wooden shields covered with iron, but they have no power to withstand fire.
But what makes Bard and the dwarves strange is that the orcs do not seem to intend, or in other words, do not have the ability to perform fire attacks.
Although I don’t know why, the number of orcs who rushed over even in hand-to-hand combat was much less than expected.
But even so, to a group of fishermen, civilians, or guards who were just messing around and managing public security a quarter of an hour ago, the orcs are also fierce and terrifying professional killers and professional criminals.
The orcs' deformed mouths or throats made an unpleasant sound of "roaring, roaring, roaring." Their foul-smelling gray-white limbs were holding daggers or weird long swords, and they were like mad dogs heading towards the shields guarding the three entrances to the square. The guards pressed.
As the orcs roared, their saliva, excited by the blood, sprayed on the faces of the soldiers on the opposite side.
It makes humans sick and scared.
In a shield confrontation, fear, nausea, and other psychological problems will weaken the strength of the arm.
“Whoosh!”
A sharp arrow came from behind the shield guard!
The arrow accurately grazed the bodies of the guards, and they stood in front of them, blocking most of the shields, and struck a fatal blow from the gap!
Inserted into the eye socket of the orc who was pressing forward!
“Hold it!” Bard kept holding on, pulling out an arrow from the quiver on his back and shooting it out, “Press forward! Press forward! If you retreat again, give way. Come out!”
During the recent attacks by the orcs, Bard has automatically been recognized as a commander on the battlefield.
He was already well-known among the townspeople. He was a descendant of the Lord of River Valley City, Jirion. All the refugees who fled from River Valley City recognized him.
That’s why the mayor of Changhu Town regarded him as a threat to his status.
And when the mayor turned around and entered the official residence and was nowhere to be seen, everyone knew that he was probably hiding.
Then power will naturally leave those who dare not take over and find a new holder.
Bud is the one in charge.
And Bud's shooting skills are also known to be good.
Although there are other hunters who can use bows and arrows among the townspeople, the guards dare not let these people stand behind them at the same level as themselves and shoot arrows.
Who knows if he will die at the hands of an orc or an arrow in the back?
Only Bard, his shooting skills are considered by the townspeople to be comparable to the elves. Although basically no one in the townspeople has ever seen an elf.
"All the old people and children who come after you! Go into the mansion at the back, and the men go to the ground to get weapons to fight! Hurry!"
Bard shouted while shooting arrows, and even though his breath was unstable, he could still hit the target accurately.
“Go in?” an old man who just came in asked tremblingly, “But, but that’s the mayor’s official residence.”
“Why does the mayor care about this bullshit now? Just go in! A lot of people have already entered!"
The old people and children who had just entered the square defense circle supported each other and ran towards the official residence in panic.
Bard’s three children are very sensible. Even the youngest girl is carrying a child of her own age, nodding to her father and sending him to the official residence.
The performance of the children made Bard happy and proud, but at the same time, the human archer looked more dangerously at the orcs squeezing in from outside.
For the lives of his children and everyone here, only one of these orcs and him can survive!
In order to survive, in order to keep their families alive, both sides were squeezing forward, gritting their teeth, as if they were trying to squeeze out each other's blood and internal organs in the process. Bud relied on his shooting skills to keep shooting behind the line.
During this process, Thorin, whose face was stained with blood, walked towards Bard with the beast biting sword in hand.
The dwarf pulled Bard's belt and spoke to him in a deep voice.
“We have to go, Bud!”
“You want to escape? The majestic king under the mountain has even lost the courage to go to the battlefield?!”
In nervousness In the anxious situation, this was Bud's first reaction.
At this time, the entire town was burning, and the fire illuminated the black smoke billowing upwards in the dark night. Once out of the range of the fire, the black smoke became entangled with the night and could no longer be distinguished. clear.
The cold weather and the scorching heat of the fire invaded in waves and irregularly in the air flow, combined with the dazzling flames, making people dizzy.
Bud’s mind is also a little unclear.
But Thorin ripped off Bard's upper body and forced him to look at him.
"Calm down, Archer!"
"Think about the plan Lann told you at your house!"
Thorin said calmly, while pointing his finger on his chest.
"In the eyes of the orcs, we dwarves are much more important than you! As long as we leave in front of them, they will not stay in Changhu Town for even a minute longer."
Yes. Yes, after Thorin's reminder, Bard also remembered Lan En's statement.
But let the dwarves leave?
He still doesn’t know where the dwarf will go after he leaves? These dwarves have already shown their cards, they are going to Gushan to restore their country.
The dwarf is gone today, so he can survive the disaster. But what about tomorrow?
After the dwarves went to the lonely mountain and woke up the evil dragon, the prophecy stated that a war would ignite in the Long Lake and burn everything!
"What are you still hesitating about? Bard!"
Thorin asked sharply.
“Your people are dying!”
"They are not my people!"
"Oh my God! Come on! They trusted you, elected you, gathered around you in the midst of chaos, fought alongside you, and now you say they are not your people , Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Are you just watching the orcs continue to slaughter?”
Bard’s eyes flickered, he pursed his lips, and quickly looked at the guards. Weapon-wielding male townspeople, dwarves, and the silhouette of a solitary mountain in the distance were wandering around.
The emotion of the difficult decision is beyond words.
Orcs now, or dragons in the near future?
"Hoo~"
Bard exhaled with difficulty. Upon seeing this, Thorin nodded and released the hand holding Bard's collar, and took a step back.
In fact, there is no choice at all now.
Everyone would be better off if they could live one more day.
And just when Bud was about to make arrangements
"Bang!!!"
There was a bang! , together with the corner where the footpath before the square entrance extends.
A blast of air and raging flames spurted out!
Many pieces had been broken, and it was impossible to tell how many orc stumps there were. They were washed out with the air waves, and finally fell into the wooden house opposite the waterway with a crackle.
"Meow?"
Taking advantage of its small stature and light body, the flannel ball jumped around above the heads of the crowd and attacked with the Thunder Cat Sword. Its sword was stuck on the top of an orc's head, and then El Cat's body held the hilt of the sword and looked towards the direction of the explosion.
Heavy and steady footsteps came from the origin of the explosion at the corner.
A huge shadow was cast in the swaying firelight.
Lan En walked out from the corner.
Although the Arondette on his right hand did not allow blood to stick to the blade surface, there was still a trickle of blood flowing down the blade after just cutting the orc, and eventually it flowed cleanly.
And in the palm of his left hand, there was a fireball as big as a fist floating.
The surface of the fireball is constantly rolling, and just looking at it makes people feel its power.
Although this world has many magic and miraculous things, the sound and light effects are often not outstanding.
Like the tomb that seals the Witch King of Angmar, apart from being a bit eerie, there is no way to tell that it actually contains the powerful magic set by the Northern Kingdom.
The spells of wizards are often the same white light flashes.
[Spell·Fireball] appears, its power and visual effects are obvious to all.
The human guards holding shields in front opened their mouths wide behind the shields, while the orcs standing behind and pushing forward also turned their heads in horror.
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(End of this chapter)