Chapter 92 Fighting for Chenshuang Ridge!
The sky was covered with gloomy black clouds and heavy snow fell.
Under the crenellations of the ice city, Phokas was wearing blood-stained plate armor, leaning against the ice wall, resting a broadsword on his knees, and knitting a woolen sweater with a small wooden stick in his hand.
This blood came from a white wolf that tried to cross the ice wall just now. The white wolf led a pack of wolves to attack, which put a lot of pressure on the defending militia.
When the white wolf pounced on the three-meter-high ice wall, stepping on the crenel and baring its teeth fiercely, Phokas wielded his broadsword with both hands and slashed, cutting off the white wolf's head.
Blood spattered the plate armor and stuck to his white beard. Phocas's heroic figure greatly boosted the morale of the defenders.
He even knitted a sweater with ease!
Only Phokas knew in his heart that the more anxious he was, the more he would knit sweaters to force himself to calm down, even on the battlefield of life and death.
Forkas once knew a comrade who would eat hallucinogenic mushrooms and drink three large bowls of spirits every time he went to the battlefield.
The battlefield is so cruel, people always have something to support their faith...Fokas smiled bitterly...I really want to knit a sweater for the young master's child.
"Lord Phokas, another herd of beasts is coming!"
Lota held a crossbow and fired a crossbow arrow that pierced a snow wolf. She bent down to reload and shouted at the same time.
A glint flashed in the eyes of the old knight. He stood up, picked up the sword with both hands, and stood guard in front of a crenel alone.
A deer-shaped monster tried to jump onto the ice wall. Phokas swung his sword and cut it into two pieces. Blood spattered and the old man roared.
Sola ordered: "Crossbowmen, launch!"
call out! call out! call out!
When crossbow arrows are fired into the herd of beasts, each crossbow arrow can cause substantial damage. There is no need to worry about the hit rate. You can hit it with your eyes closed! While the crossbowmen were reloading, the spear team occupied the crenel and stabbed down the monsters that rushed to the top of the city.
Wolf-shaped and deer-shaped monsters have amazing jumping abilities. Several monsters rushed through the city wall and jumped to the corridor, and then were surrounded and stabbed to death by the spear team. The beasts then changed their strategy and allowed the monsters to come forward to die, and the bones gradually piled up into a hill.
Then, the wolves stepped onto the mountain of piled corpses and jumped onto the top of the city, instantly causing a panic in the corridor!
Moss suddenly grew on the ice, and the moss quickly grew into vines, wrapping around the wild wolf that jumped up to the city.
Second-level spell, entangled with thorns!
Rigi Leif stood behind Sora, wearing a red hood and holding the staff tightly in her hand.
Sola waved his sword and defeated the wild wolves one by one, shouting:
"Rolling Team! Destroy that mountain of corpses for me!"
Morning Frost All the people of Ling participated in the war, and the untrained people were also organized into the rolling log team and the stone team.
Boom!
The logs rolled down with the sound of thunder, crushing several wild wolves into minced meat while collapsing the mountain of corpses.
At this time, Sola looked at the figure ascending the city in surprise.
The militiamen were excited and said:
“Lord!”
The air is filled with the strong smell of blood.
Yeats stood on the ice wall, looking at the herd of beasts attacking from the far side. His chest rose and fell slightly, he exhaled, pulled out the sharp sword from his waist, and said:
"For the morning Frost Ridge! ”
For glory? For the nobility? Everything is inferior to the determination to defend the land!
The spell inspirational song, through Yeats's voice, resounded through the city walls, and the soldiers' faces showed strong shock.
The lord personally joins the battle and fights to defend this land!
The roar of soldiers echoed from the city walls.
“For Morning Frost Ridge!!”
Fokas’s face was covered with blood, he was leaning on the hilt of his sword and panting slightly, looking at Yeats standing on the other side of the city wall, his eyes flickered. With hope.
At this time.
"Awww——"
The howls of the wolves kept coming and going. The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and the air was filled with depression.
The ground shook slightly, and from a distance, hordes of monsters swept in like mudslides. Some are like war horses, some are like wild deer, and there are also wolf-type and even bear-type monsters.
Fokas felt solemn in his heart...the tide of beasts has really arrived!
At this time, Phokas saw a summoning light appearing in front of the ice wall. A knight wearing black armor and a helmet was sitting on a nightmare horse, holding a lance.
The next moment, the black-armored knight rode his horse over the horse-rejecting stakes and charged towards the beast tide on his own!
This wave of beasts is composed of low-level monsters and ordinary beasts. Yeats has not yet seen the monsters with third-level combat power, so he asked Kelya to rush directly into the formation to weaken the enemy's energy.
The headless horseman of the third ring rushed into the tide of monsters and was swallowed up by the tide of monsters in the blink of an eye. However, she swept her lance, and the tip of the lance spit out majestic black energy, killing a passage.
Then, the Headless Horseman waved his lance and turned back again, using his own strength to curb the progress of the Warcraft.
"Roar!!"
The earth-shattering roar sounded.
Yeats saw the leader of this wave of beasts, a huge thunder-toothed wolf covered in golden wolf skin and flashing with golden lightning.
The scales of the Thunder Fang Wolf can store thunder and lightning. When covered with thunder and lightning, its strength and speed will be greatly increased. Do not let it get close to the ice wall.
"The breath is approaching the fourth ring." Next to Yeats, Herod said calmly.
"Can it be delayed?" Yeats asked.
"Of course." Hillud turned to look at Yeats, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the eagle helmet, and said, "Let your snow leopard accompany me to charge once."
< br>The Snow Leopard and the Headless Horseman are both summoned beasts, and they can be re-condensed with magic power even after dissipating, but Herod is made of flesh and blood. Yeats warned:
“Pay attention to safety.”
“I’m still waiting for the celebration.”
Hilud rode on the snow leopard with the magic of giant transformation, jumped off the city wall, her red hair flying in the cold wind, holding the reins in one hand, and holding a sharp sword in the other.
She burst out with a fighting power comparable to that of the Four Rings, and her momentum was unstoppable. She rushed into the herd of beasts in an instant, sweeping the sword energy, and her momentum was even better than the headless knight's charge just now!
Subsequently, Hilud successfully attracted the attention of the Thunder-toothed Wolf with the 'forced duel' spell, pulling it away from the city wall.
The defensive pressure suddenly lightened, but Yeats did not dare to relax and stood by the crenel to personally supervise the battle.
A blood eagle chirped and swooped down from the sky, stretched out its claws that shone with cold light, and headed straight for Yeats.
Bang!
Gray threw the hand axe, splitting the swooping blood eagle into two pieces, wiped a handful of blood spattered on his face, caught the spinning hand axe, and said:
" With so many monsters, just selling the corpses as materials can make a fortune for the territory!"
Her relaxed and cheerful tone relieved Yeats's tense mood. He said: "Concentrate on defending the city."
After two hours of intense fighting, the size of the beast herd showed signs of shrinking. The warcraft also seemed to know fear and stopped outside the city.
Yeats looked worriedly into the distance. Hilud rode a snow leopard and took the fourth-level Thunder Tooth Wolf away from the main battlefield. It was not yet known what the situation was like on her side.
At this time, a thunderous sound of horse hooves sounded, and a ghostly figure appeared behind the herd.
Yeats's pupils contracted.
The Knight of the Wild Hunt, riding on a ghostly war horse, began to gallop among the beasts like the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. The monsters swallowed by the black mist did not even leave their corpses behind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye!
The monsters were frightened and attacked the ice wall again like a tide!
Yeats hissed.
This gang of wild hunters is the real culprit behind the beast tide!
(End of this chapter)