A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Looking at the chaotic swarm of goblins rushing forward following the siege tower and battering ram, as well as the orcs and jackals behind the goblins carrying long ladders.

Count Wicks Targett, who was standing on the city wall, was visibly relieved.

Because he knew that if it was just these guys trying to capture a strong and steep city wall, it would be a pipe dream.

Cooperating with the command of professional soldiers and officers, even temporarily recruited civilians can easily kill several or even a dozen goblins.

If combined with shields, spears, javelins, crossbows, falling rocks, kerosene, etc., it is not difficult to kill the first few batches of orcs and jackals that rush up.

As long as those ogres, half-giants and trolls have not participated in the attack, the pressure on the defense will not be too great.

The only thing that worried the lord was the giant red dragon that kept jumping and circling above his head but never lowered its altitude.

He is like the "Sword of Damocles" hanging over everyone's head. Once it swoops down, it will inevitably cause unimaginable damage and casualties.

An officer next to him seemed to have noticed his lord's worry, and immediately lowered his voice to comfort him: "Don't worry too much, Lord Earl. I just told the people in charge of operating the dragon-hunting crossbows on the left and right arrow towers that as long as this dragon dares to dive, Come down and attack the city wall, we will definitely give him some clues."

"Dragon Hunting Crossbow", as the name suggests, is a large special crossbow specially designed to target and hunt giant dragons.

It is usually made by dwarves or wizards, and has many amazingly powerful enchantments on it.

The effective shooting distance can reach two hundred meters to three hundred meters.

Even the cheapest "Dragon Hunting Crossbow" is worth about 15,000 to 20,000 gold coins, and each arrow is a special enchanted arrow, costing 500 to 600 gold coins each.

Although expensive, almost every city or fortress in Faerûn will buy a few of them for emergencies.

After all, the threat of dragons is real here.

No ruler dares to take it lightly.

But the problem is that Count Wicks Targett knows that although the "Dragon Hunting Crossbow" has the ability to harm or even kill a dragon, it is not easy to hit a dragon flying at high speed.

Many times, the dragons only need to make a sharp turn, or suddenly lower or climb the height, to easily make the enchanted arrows shot by the "Dragon Hunting Crossbow" miss.

However, he did not express his inner thoughts, but nodded calmly.

Because what is needed most right now is to stabilize people's hearts and calm down those panicked and fearful civilians to prepare for battle.

Exaggerating the deterrent power of the "Dragon Hunting Crossbow" is undoubtedly a good way to stabilize people's hearts.

Just like that, accompanied by the roars of the veterans and officers on the city wall, the crossbowmen began to draw their bowstrings and shoot at the enemies who entered the range.

In the blink of an eye, the hordes of goblins fell down like wheat harvested by a scythe.

Although they hold simple shields made of door panels and wooden boards in their hands, they can effectively resist slashing weapons such as swords in melee attacks.

But facing the highly penetrating bows and arrows and crossbow bolts, it was basically a lonely block.

Most of the sharp arrows penetrated directly through the wooden board, causing astonishing damage to the goblins hiding behind.

Only the lucky ones who hid behind siege towers and battering rams managed to escape.

Normally, if they suddenly suffered such huge casualties, the goblins would probably have turned around and fled in droves.

But this time, just when they were about to escape, the orcs and jackal supervisors behind them attacked and killed them mercilessly.

After paying another two to three hundred casualties, the stupid goblins finally realized that this group of "big guys" were not just insulting, beating and intimidating, but wanted to kill all the guys who dared to escape.

In desperation, they could only suppress the fear of death in their hearts and continue to rush forward despite the rain of arrows.

After suffering a lot of casualties, they finally succeeded in pushing several huge siege towers to the city wall.

But before the raft used to block the arrows could be lowered, a fireball flashing with orange-red light exploded at the top of the siege tower.

boom! ! ! ! ! !

Accompanied by the dazzling firelight and the heat wave that hit their faces, a dozen jackals who were preparing to charge were burned to charred corpses on the spot.

At the same time, the huge siege equipment made entirely of wood was immediately ignited, like a huge torch that began to burn.

You know without asking that it must have been Alena’s doing.

Only she would be so impatient to release spells and strike the enemy head-on with scalding flames.

The pyromancer knew very well that the spell list he saw at a glance was basically all about the evocation of fire magic, which was of no use at all when dealing with red dragons that were immune to fire damage.

So there is no need to hold back at all, just bombard these monsters attacking the city.

Not long after, the five siege towers facing the monster army were all ignited by the flames soaring into the sky, making it impossible to get close.

In contrast, many goblins, orcs, jackals and bugbears climbed up the ladder and began to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the guards on the city wall.

At this time, the half-orc Twitter finally had room to play. He took up the heavy two-handed ax and specifically looked for those who were more difficult to deal with to kill.

The paladin Aroline, together with the church's priests and warriors, rushed to "put out fires" wherever there was a crisis.

This temporarily formed team is basically a believer of Ilmat, the God of Suffering, Heim, the God of Guards, and Thom, the body of justice and courage.

Since each other's ideas are relatively close, the temples often cooperate with each other and can trust each other.

The priests of Tempus, the God of War, and the Red Knight, the Goddess of Strategy, prefer to stand with the soldiers, providing them with various healing and strengthening divine spells, while taking turns using maces and flails to smash the enemy's heavenly cap.

In the eyes of these lunatics who are crazy about battles, wars and strategies, the current war is simply the best gift to the gods they serve.

You must know that the priests of Faerûn are not those auxiliary professions in many games who wear thin and sexy robes and can only hide behind their teammates to heal.

Just the opposite.

When they put on strong armor, pick up weapons and shields and step into the battlefield, they will put most soldiers to shame.

Especially those priests who have both warrior skills and expertise. After blessing themselves with a lot of enhancement spells, they can directly rush into the monsters and activate unparalleled skills.

The most ferocious priests of Tempus even joined forces to clear a section of the city wall that had just been occupied by the monsters that had surged up.

The scarred armor and weapons were densely covered with dark red blood, as well as white brains and small pink intestines.

But they didn't care. Instead, they grinned with "nuclear kindness" smiles, obviously enjoying the process of fighting and killing.

"Master, it seems a bit dangerous here. I suggest you move back a little. Otherwise, you will easily be hit by the rocks flying around."

The soldier used the shield in his hand to block an arrow fired from a distance, and suggested with a vigilant look on his face.

Although those stupid and ignorant monsters don't know how to measure distance.

But with more and more operations, I gradually mastered a little trick.

And under their control, the stones thrown by those catapults are comparable to the "Brownian motion bombs" of a large country in South Asia.

No one knew exactly where it would fly or what it would hit.

It is this severe uncertainty that fills soldiers with worry.