Imperial Crown

In the sky are two groups of flying brigades, totaling 107 Wind Kings.

These wind kings, the younger ones are 2 years old and the more mature ones are already 3 years old. Their physiques are not inferior to those of ordinary war horses. Their wings are spread out and have a wingspan of at least 5 meters.

They are arranged in three rows in the sky, like an island flying in the sky.

A flying force of this size can definitely be discovered as long as the defenders are not blind.

But the problem is that the thousand heavily armored soldiers carrying the ladders to attack the city and the trebuchets have attracted too much attention, and this flying brigade flew in from the mountains.

"The crossbowman prepares to attack the air——"

"The crossbowman prepares to attack the air——"

The order came from the city tower and was passed to the ears of every soldier guarding the city. In accordance with the order, they raised their strong bows and crossbows and pointed them at the enemies in the sky.

In the open space behind the city wall, there were many crossbowmen standing.

Thoreau is one of them.

As a member of the city-defending soldiers, he has been in the army for three years and has been training for three years.

I thought I would face bandits, horse thieves, or mobs in my first battle, but I didn't expect to encounter such an enemy.

He had just followed the order and fired an enchanted crossbow at the city. Before he could confirm the results, those groups of... seemed to be called hippogryphs or hippogryphs?

Blocked out the sky and sunlight.

If given the choice, Thoreau wanted to turn around and run away, but the thought of the vicious appearance of the supervising team made him shudder.

Following the order, Thoreau pointed the crossbow in his hand at the sky. The high angle made his neck feel sore and his hands were a little stiff.

"shooting--"

When the order came, Thoreau subconsciously triggered the crossbow. At this moment, his thoughts seemed to be emptied along with the crossbow arrow.

Will it take effect?

He wasn't sure, he just hoped that this shooting could drive away these damn monsters!

But the wind kings in the sky were not panicked at all.

"Ha, the first wave is indeed a feather arrow shot." As the commander of the flying brigade, Hoyaz raised his right hand high, opened his palm, and pressed down suddenly:

"Give them some color!"

The originally dense formation suddenly dispersed, the Wind Kings flapped their wings, and as the magic flowed, biting storms burst out from under their wings!

The storm has a light cyan texture, 1, 2, 3...

A total of 107 storms gathered in one place, as if a giant palm belonging to the gods was pressing down on the sky.

The crossbow arrows and arrows flying in the air solidified in the strong wind, and then rolled back like tattered firewood.

The falling arrows had no direction and were just smashed down randomly, but under the pressure of the wind, their power was not weak.

Thoreau stared dumbly at what happened. Before he could react, the strong wind had already entered his throat and blew into his eyes, forcing him to close them tightly.

The fine sand blown by the strong wind hit the body, making a loud sound, and the exposed skin felt stinging.

The sound in his ears was simply more intense than the cold winter wind, causing his ears to gradually malfunction.

It was obviously summer, but the wind still took away all the heat from his body and made his body start to tremble.

After the wind blew, Thoreau opened his eyes and saw a hellish scene.

There was blood all over the floor.

Some people had several arrows stuck in all directions on their bodies, their wounds were torn by the strong wind, and they were bleeding. For a while, they couldn't really die, and they were struggling and twisting on the ground.

Some people's bones were broken by arrows shot from across the side, their chests were as soft as cloth bags, and their mouths spurted with broken internal organs and blood.

Others were hit by a crate blown up by the strong wind. That crate happened to contain the steel string of the crossbow, which cut the person into pieces.

At this time, Thoreau could slowly hear sounds, not only his own heartbeat, but also the crying on the ground.

He examined himself all over.

Fortunately, he was not injured.

Fear filled his body and mind, and the monster in the sky was getting closer and closer. He turned around and prepared to escape - yes, he couldn't escape from the fortress of Sighing Wall, but now he just wanted to escape from this Nightmare.

But someone was faster than him, dropped the crossbow in his hand and ran back.

Then, the supervising team's scimitar made his head fly high into the sky, and he landed reluctantly in front of Thoreau with wide eyes.

"Don't panic, it's just magic. You can't use it a second time in a short time!" The officer shouted: "Put your weapons in place and prepare to shoot again!!!"

That's easy to say!

Thoreau cursed in his heart, but after seeing the fate of his escaping companions, he loaded his crossbow.

Footsteps sounded, and on the troop transportation road, the crossbowmen on the city wall were removed, and rows of heavily armored guards began to rush up.

"Get ready, they won't do anything to us. Hippogryphs will be useless when they land!" The officer's words came again.

The facts seemed to confirm the officer's speculation. As more and more heavily armored soldiers appeared on the city wall, all kinds of spears, halberds and axes shone coldly in the sun, forming a steel jungle.

The group of monsters that had reached less than 60 meters from the city wall stopped.

Their formation suddenly changed, and the originally neatly arranged formation turned into a triple ladder from high to low.

"Everyone has it, ready to throw spears, open these cans!!!"

Hoyaz's voice sounded.

On the Wind King's back, Lennon slowly raised his throwing spear.

Sitting on the back of a hippogryph is different from throwing a spear on the ground. It cannot rely on the power of the earth. At this time, the strong Lennon has the greatest advantage.

He took a deep breath, his heart beat faster and faster, and he searched for his target - the cross star above his head. The one with the best armor is you!

Five years, from the age of 14 to 19, 2,000 days in a row, 500 times a day, a total of 100,000 times of spear throwing training, the results must be verified at this moment.

"cast--"

Lennon raised the throwing spear behind his shoulder, and used his waist to use the strength of his arm to rotate. The sharp spear shot out of the air, and the hole at the top brought out a sharp whistle!

He could clearly see his own among the spears.

4, 3, 2...

1!

With his last breath, the spear finally approached the target of the cross star above his head. The man reacted very quickly and immediately raised a hand shield.

However, the power of falling from high altitude, the strength of the spear itself, and the unique characteristics of the spear tip still easily penetrated his shield, penetrated his arm, penetrated his chest, and suddenly fell into the city wall with thick blood!

The guy with the cross star on his head lowered his head in disbelief, looked at the wound on his chest, and then slipped to the ground.

This scene appeared all over the city wall, and the iron cans wearing heavy armor instantly fell down, and scarlet flowers bloomed.

There were cheers all around, and Lennon also let out an unabashed cheer!

From a high position, Lennon could clearly see that the opponent's crossbowmen and archers were once again ready to shoot at any moment.

But he didn't panic at all, and neither did the entire flying group.

They began to swoop downward.

Because at this time, clouds of thick green smoke had exploded——

The tip of the throwing spear exploded!

The hollow design at the top of the throwing spear is to carry the snake-head fruit among the twin snake-faced fruits.

Thick green clouds and mist spread and instantly enveloped the entire city wall, and a burst of sizzling sounds sounded.

The armor on the tin cans began to be eroded, and screams came one after another.

"This, what, ahem!!!!"

"Eyes, my eyes!!!!"

Coughing affected their injuries, which only made them cough more violently. Their eyes were steamed by the poisonous smoke and they couldn't open their eyes. In panic, the heavily armored soldiers on the top of the city were completely in chaos.

No one can stay on such a wall.

Those who are closer to the trail can use their memory to retreat to the city, but not everyone is so lucky.

They ran around randomly and collided with each other. Some who couldn't bear it simply jumped off the city wall rather than endure the torture.

At this moment, a strong wind surged up and rushed out of the city tower, blowing away the thick green smoke that originally filled the city wall.

"Don't panic, you saw it, Master Wanda took action!"

The officer shouted loudly, trying to appease the morale of the soldiers: "That's a strong man of the fourth level. Do you understand the fourth level?!"

But before he could finish his words, the green smoke that had been blown away began to rise again.

As long as the poison of the snakehead fruit is not released, the poisonous smoke will not stop!

The Wind King Brigade finally swooped down to less than ten meters above the high wall of Sigh.

The strong wind gushing from the tower continued, and the poisonous mist was temporarily suppressed.

After being continuously destroyed by spears and poisonous smoke, there were less than 300 heavily armored soldiers on the city wall.

But worthy of being the elites trained by Wanda herself, they all picked up their weapons and aimed them at the flying troops in mid-air.

At this distance, throwing the weapon is enough to damage the tender belly of the hippogryph without any armor.

Banks confirmed that the enemy must have thought so.

This made a slightly mocking smile appear on his lips.

Even though he was riding the Wind King, he still tied his gold-rimmed glasses to his face with a belt, looking a bit nondescript.

Following the established tactics, he gently stroked the back of his partner, feeling a tingling sensation spread to his body, making his hair start to float slightly.

The surrounding air began to become a little viscous, the dust floating in it began to slow down, and an invisible electric field spread.

This distance is within reach for the defenders.

For the Wind King troops, this is the best time to cause damage!

The second innate magic of the Wind Kings, pulse electrophoresis, is prepared for this.

And this tactic of releasing pulse electrophoresis at once was named——

"God's punishment!!"

Hoyaz gave the order, and Banks grabbed the ear feathers of his crotch partner.

The lightning elements accumulated under the cyan wings condensed, formed, and released at this moment.

Purple lightning suddenly descended, the Wind King's troops were like dark clouds, and a heavy rain of thunder and lightning fell on the city wall!

Under the heavy rain, the tin cans began to dance uncontrollably. Electricity climbed on their armors and flowed to the ground, converging into thick plasma and baking the city walls black.

The kerosene stored on the city wall was ignited and exploded, rising into flames in the electric light.

The blood that had accumulated on the ground began to evaporate and burn, and as the soldiers fell to the ground, a burning smell was emitted that made people almost feel sick!

Some knights mobilized their fighting spirit to resist, but the extraordinary fighting spirit of the first level was completely unable to resist the thunder and lightning storm. Their bodies were twisted, stunned, and roasted to death.

Only a handful of second-level transcendental beings could temporarily resist with their own fighting spirit armor, but they were unable to withstand the thunder that was nearly as powerful as nature, and jumped off the city wall howling.

Although the wind dispersed the poisonous cloud on the city wall, a considerable part of it floated to the bottom of the wall. This made Thoreau almost unable to keep his eyes open as he groped wildly to find a safe haven.

Bang!

A muffled sound of landing sounded beside him, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of bones breaking.

Thoreau shuddered and stopped.

He rubbed his eyes and saw a scene that he couldn't believe.

The person in front of him is the commander of the 2nd Brigade of the Tiehua Legion, a second-level strongman, and the armor on his body is clearly visible.

The high-quality armor was not broken, but thick black-red blood flowed out of it, and it also had a stomach-churning smell of barbecue.

The electric light was still flowing on the armor. The commander struggled to lift his visor, staring at Solo, muttering something in his mouth, as if he wanted to let him pass.

But Thoreau didn't dare to get close, because under the mask, he saw a face that did not belong to the human race.

His eyes were deathly white, his skin was melted by the poisonous gas, his curly beard and hair were imprinted inside, and his face was covered with purple-black blood vessels washed by electric current.

"Can't beat it, can't beat it..."

The pale Thoreau murmured.

A sense of hopeless powerlessness spread in his heart.

He never imagined that war would be like this.

It can't be hit, it can't be hit at all.

The crossbows were useless, and the heavily armored soldiers could only be used as targets and killed like animals.

This is not a war at all, but a one-sided massacre!

But he didn't dare to run away because the scimitar of the supervising team was stained with blood; he also didn't dare to pick up his crossbow again. What he had just seen had completely destroyed his courage to fight again.

He could only huddle among the piles of corpses in the corner and tremble, watching the new batch of reserves climb the city wall, and watching the remaining crossbowmen organize a wave of shooting.

I don't know if it had any effect, but the shadow that had been covering the city wall finally disappeared.

This is a good thing.

But Thoreau found that the eyes of the officers and remaining crossbowmen became more and more astonished.

The Wind Kings have indeed begun to rise, but before that, a fully armored Eagle Army jumps off the back of each Wind King!

Raven's head guard, Hyena, was also among them.

He held a huge ax in his hand and fell from the air, crushing the chest of a corpse and causing thick blood to splash out.

The sound of the wind had disappeared at this moment, but the remaining toxins did not cause any harm to him. All the soldiers who airborne with him had already taken the antidote in advance.

"The little guys had fun just now, and now it's finally my turn." The hyena flexed its ankles and shouted loudly: "Otto, Vader, go grab the bed crossbow!"

"Others, join me in guarding the city wall and clearing the way for the brothers who will follow!!"

After a round of melee, the ladders of the Eagle Army pioneers finally reached the city wall.

"How does my flying group feel?"

Outside the city, Raven looked at the city wall with a smile on his lips.

"It's just a little trick." On the tower, Wanda, who had polished the armor on her left middle finger, clenched her fist:

"Linden! Take people to clear the city wall and push them back!"

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