That's very badass

Chapter 171 Flame Behemoth
Looking at the approaching siege ladder, Duke Osborne gave the order to launch the rocket.

The archers took out a rocket, soaked it in fire oil, put it on the bow and arrow, and then lit it on the brazier next to it.

Even in the daytime, they still shine like dots of stars.

Draw the bow and shoot the arrow.

Countless rockets soared into the sky, flying towards the orc's siege ladder, and, because of the infestation of kerosene, only a very small number of rockets extinguished themselves during the flight.

Countless rockets landed on the few dozen or so siege ladders, and quickly covered them. In just a few seconds, these siege ladders, which had barely arrived, fell into flames.

"Prepare the dragon hunting crossbow, aim at Goron, and launch at will."

As Goron came into range, the order to shoot at will was also passed on.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

The Grons got down and ran on all fours, preparing to use the thick skin on their backs to take the attack from the dragon hunting crossbow.

Under such circumstances, no one would have great expectations for these dragon-hunting crossbows, because Goron's back had already persevered under the flames of the dragon.

But so what?Is it because the enemy is very strong, so you don't attack?

If this is the case, there will be no need for war in this world. Everyone only needs to compare their strengths to decide whether to win or lose, and there will not be so many miracles.

And miracles are created.

The two young dragons had already landed on the dragon platform, and the first dragon licked the head of the injured dragon with its tongue. For them, this was a daily solution to their injuries.

As for whether it is useful, they may not even know themselves.

It's just a habit.

The highest flagpole of the North Wind Fortress had already been replaced with the Imperial Dragon Banner, which was soaked in blood and fluttered in the wind, making a sound of hunting.

The human beings under the dragon flag feel the will conveyed in it, hold the sword in their hands tightly, and only then can they suppress the restless blood.

However, they just hypnotize themselves internally.

For the alien races, especially the orcs and Grons, this reopened their unbearable history, and also ignited the anger in their hearts.

There are two giant dragons hovering in the sky, and eight gorons rampaging on the ground, followed by orcs, ogres and their subordinate races.

Just a symbolic dragon flag made all the creatures present disregard life and death. Looking at the enthusiasm in their eyes, Roland could only remain silent.

He took a deep breath, slowly pulled out the Imperial Flame Sword from the scabbard, and held it tightly in his hand.

His pupils were shrinking rapidly, and following his gaze, countless hammers fell fiercely, igniting the dragon hunting crossbows all over the entire city wall.

Countless black awns shot out from the dragon-hunting crossbow, shooting towards their respective selected targets with an unstoppable momentum.

Gron, who was crawling and charging, just stood up after a short pause, showing their sharp teeth, and rushed over at a faster speed amidst the roar.

They were not unscathed, but only slightly injured.

"Earl Roland, the children of the Osborne family are entrusted to you, and I hope you will give me your advice. Finally, tell them (them),

Don't forget the name of Guardian of the North, they need to wash away the shame of the family, and they need to avenge the hatred of the orcs in person. "

The Duke of Osborne bowed to Roland while speaking, and then drew out the sword on his waist, shouting: "Soldiers of the Osborne family, follow me, fight to the death!"

As Duke Osborne's words fell, the sound of swords being drawn continued. They took a step forward, holding their shields in their left hands and holding their swords tightly in their right hands.

In silence, they were ready to meet Goron's attack.

The Dragon Hunting Crossbow, which has not achieved any results, is being reloaded quickly. Everyone is working hard on their work, and Goron is also approaching quickly.

This is a contest between life and death, but such emotions are meaningless, because they clearly know that there is not enough time left for them.

But this is their duty and the only weapon in their hands. They have no reason to give up and decide to fight to the death.

Of course, they can choose to choose a better attack angle after Gron approaches, but the closer the distance, the stronger Gron's defense will inevitably be.

They can even choose to hide under the city wall, only revealing their hard backs, and then wave their fists to frantically destroy the North Wind Fortress.

Yes, the North Wind Fortress is very strong, it can even be called indestructible.

But that's only for humans or species similar to them, facing such a huge giant beast-Gron.

It can only be called a slightly stronger obstacle, and they can even directly choose to climb over this place.

It's not that human beings don't want to build taller and stronger buildings, but they can't. They don't have the technical strength, the materials, and the time.

The duration of the First Empire was too short, and the subsequent kingdoms had no intention of building more, and even the task of repair and maintenance fell on the original guardian family.

The only choice for the shooters is to hope to win in chaos. Without the threat, Goron will inevitably open and close the attack.

It only needs to find a chance to shoot the crossbow into Goron's fragile eyes or other vital points.

You can even do it all with your life.

Crimson Wrath and Pale Flame are still waiting for the fire bag to be fully charged, and before the fire bag is fully charged, it will remain in a state of inactivation.

They looked anxiously at the Gron running wildly on the ground, and began to circle and descend, trying to draw them away again and buy time for their next attack.

'Finally found your weakness. '

Seeing the dragon descending rapidly not far behind him, Gruul didn't choose to turn back. He wanted to destroy the North Wind Fortress first, and then fight the dragon on its ruins.

That's the battlefield for it, and the Shattered Keep will provide it with more than enough projectiles.

If the giant dragon provoked at close range at that time, it would definitely teach the giant dragon an unforgettable lesson.

As long as there is something the dragon cares about, Gruul is not afraid that they will not come to him. With such thoughts, he slammed into the city wall heavily.

Its shoulders even sank into the city wall, and a lot of powder flowed out quickly from the gap between the two.

Its strength is evident.

Immediately afterwards, there were successive crashes, which made Roland, who was standing on the city wall, feel a slight shake.

It's a pity that he didn't have the opportunity to see what was going on on the city wall from the crenel. He exerted strength on his feet and was ready to dodge while stabilizing his body.

The more you long for the next moment, the slower time will become.

Gruul stood up straight, and was not satisfied with the damage caused by the impact point. It did not choose to continue attacking. It still needed to help those ogres and orcs open the city gate.

It doesn't want to spend time on those poor ants, its target has always been those giant dragons.

He squatted down, turned his claws into fists, and struck hard at the city gate. Amid the sound of gold and iron clashing, the city gate did not fall down as it expected.

"Storm knights, prepare for battle and forget the fear in your hearts, the five-meter-high city gate Gron cannot enter.

If it insists on sticking into its head, then we can also become a legendary hunter and leave a legend for future generations. "

Leonin Osborn realized that he was the only one who was nervous while talking, while these storm knights looked at their leader blankly, which made him a little embarrassed, so he had to tell a joke to resolve the embarrassment.

The fact made him even more embarrassed, but it also dispelled the tension in his heart, he clenched his weapon tightly, and was ready to fight.

The other Grons didn't choose to continue attacking the damaged area. They needed to deal with the threatening dragon hunting crossbows first.

They raised their claws and began to sweep across the dragon hunting crossbows protruding from the North Wind Fortress. For their huge size, this was the most effective attack.

"Adjust direction, fast, fast, fast."

A dragon hunting crossbow that had finished reloading began to turn downwards. The iron dragon hunting crossbow in front of it suddenly twisted, breaking the chain on one side, and crashing to the side.

The observer standing on the crenel only had time to say "grass", and it turned into a pile of mud, and the blood on the ground told everything that happened just now.

Faced with such an attack, the soldiers were helpless.

Fortunately, there were several other dragon hunting crossbows that turned around and shot towards a Goron who was watching with his head exposed.

Facing the sudden attack, Goron closed his eyes subconsciously, just feeling the threat, and from the time when the brain gave the command to the body executed it, the arrow had already been input into its eyes.

The arrow passed through the pupil and went deep into the brain, and the Gron only had time to let out a roar before falling straight to the ground.

Gruul suddenly heard the painful roar and looked up, and saw this scene.

'Despicable human beings can only use these strange skills, and they dare not attack us one-on-one. '

With this in mind, Gruul slammed a blow at the completely deformed city gate, then grabbed the twisted city gate that was powerless to fall, and threw it towards the city.

Let the orcs and ogres go to hell, "I've had enough of these ants' games, Grons, come with me into the city, let's kill a lot."

It was the first shadow that appeared in front of the eyes, and before everyone could react, countless huge claws grabbed it directly.

Faced with such an attack, no one can escape, and a large number of soldiers died under such an attack.

The Duke of Osborne, who was at the forefront, was directly reduced to flesh. No matter how powerful he was, it was only among human beings. Facing blows across levels, he was no different from ordinary people.

Same fragile.

They died meaninglessly, without any value.

Not to mention any storms.

This made the remaining soldiers feel suffocated for a while, and then subconsciously waved their weapons, slashing towards the claws in front of them.

It's just that Goron's claws have been trained countless times, and ordinary swords can't do any harm to them.

Even because of excessive force, many swords were broken.
In this cold and endless grassland, burning is meaningless. A spurt of hot blood will cool faster than a pile of cow dung, and the latter is not as practical.

This sentence suddenly appeared in Roland's mind, and it quickly reminded him of a more effective attack method, "Everyone, obey my order and throw the fire fuel around you."

The soldiers soon came to their senses, and began to search for the fire oil that was used to deal with the siege equipment, and threw it directly at the gron's claws or their heads.

They quickly spilled all the kerosene around them, and then the next step is to ignite, but they are now facing more serious problems.

Because some kerosene had been smashed by Goron, the soldiers in panic didn't pay attention. They only discovered this fact when they were about to ignite.

Of course Roland knew that there was only one way to ignite them. No matter what they chose, they would face death. Gron, who was provoked, would not choose to let them go.

Such an attack is not painful to them, but the smell of kerosene makes them a little unbearable.

He didn't want this cruel fact to come out of his mouth, he was ready to die.

All the previous actions of the Duke of Osborne were aimed at boosting morale. With just a simple blow from Goron, the Duke collapsed suddenly and could no longer gather together.

There are always some paranoid and crazy people among human beings.

The unknown man directly kicked over the brazier beside him, and the flames quickly ignited the kerosene on the city wall. He started to run up with flames all over his body, and rushed towards Gron, who was already preparing to come up.

In the flames, he didn't feel any pain, but let out a hearty laugh.

'Want my life?Let's see who's tougher! '

"Wait for me, brother."

After hearing his loud laugh, the comrades who were set on fire seemed to have figured out something, and they jumped off the city wall one by one, also laughing heartily.

It's just that the fragility of life made them silent soon.

However, the tenacity of will also allows them to emit their own brilliance.

It is so bright and dazzling that people can't help but close their eyes.

Then the Goron was ignited, facing the erosion of the flames, especially the relatively fragile face and abdomen made it feel great pain.

The claws that had been stuck firmly into the city wall began to loosen, and were quickly retracted, and then the city wall that was leaving directly seemed to have never appeared before.

Only that part of the burning city wall is still proving something.

Only then did the Grons realize that it was not an attack just now, but something that could continue to burn.

They gave up the idea of ​​climbing the city wall, relaxed their arms, and fell to the ground with their whole bodies. Just as they were about to retract their claws, they saw the flames burning on the city wall.

Then came the human beings who jumped down with fire one by one. They had never been so afraid of ants, but today they really felt the anger of ants.

They came with the flames of hell, the breath of death!

At this time, Gruul was already furious. He was forced to retreat by the dragon, forced to crawl forward by the human dragon-hunting crossbow, and now he was even more forced by the human himself.

Seeing the Pyro man pounced on him, he opened his mouth and swallowed it, and then jumped up the city wall with his arms full of flames.

Covered in fire, Gruul just stood on the burning city wall and let out bursts of roars.

Fearless of flames, it slapped the morale that had just been raised to the bottom again.

(End of this chapter)