Shaman from Afar

"clang--!"

Trying his best to stop the elf warrior in front of him, the panting silver blood picked up a shield from the side and smashed it **** the elf's face.

Only with the sound of "Bang!", The grim-looking elf warrior fell to the ground, and he was stepped on the head by the heavy iron boots, and the plasma mixed with strange substances spewed everywhere.

Stealing the opponent's Azore's long sword with his backhand, the blood of silver with frowning was too late to breathe, looking around the entire battlefield of the city wall, and hurriedly organized the veterans behind him to re-arrange.

If the fifteen days before were hell, then the current Ebden harbour is the deepest in hell, the abyss entangled by the devil!

The coastal blockade completely collapsed, and the enemy's fleet was finally no longer restricted. They were able to anchor at the port without any worries and launched a full offensive towards the city walls and the circular fortress.

Although according to Loren Turin, he blew up the connection between the castle and the wall on the other side of the river, temporarily restricting the direction of the enemy ’s attack to the coastline-but the elven army that had successfully landed completely surrounded Eboden and even broke the remaining three sides. The city wall is only a matter of time.

And the only remaining defender in Eboden before this would be hanged to death in this flesh mill in the harbor wall!

Flames and smoke swept across the city walls, and the towers and wall stacks on the walls were almost turned into flames one after another; all the defenders and wizards who had not come to retreat turned into coke in the towers.

The army that was withdrawn in time immediately faced the army of elf warriors who climbed the city wall and waved their swords-the entire circular fortress and the entire outer wall. The bones left by the battle between the two armies even blocked the exit, and were then reared. The elf warriors who came up directly kicked into the fire.

Over time, the remaining strength of Eboden has been unable to guard the outer wall, and all the soldiers who can still fight have retreated to the inside-including thousands of armed citizens used to fill the gap-Eboden Port, has been in substance The enemy is completely controlled and occupied by the enemy.

At this time, the elf army no longer had the posture of "close when it was good", and turned crazy to continue to think inside.

Every important defensive stronghold, every staircase and passageway was blocked by soldiers of the two sides and weapons in their own hands; roar and screams were completely mixed together, and they were completely indistinguishable from each other.

Almost a quarter of an hour, these strongholds and passages have been completely filled with the bodies of the soldiers of both sides; the reserve soldiers on both sides are standing at both ends of the passage, and they pierce the bones with the long guns and long knives in their hands to kill them. Row of enemies.

This is the movement of blood and fire, this is the stage play of courage and death!

But on the face of the silver blood, there was only inexplicable anxiety and some deeper fear.

According to the previously deployed plan, at this stage of the battle, you should begin to retreat one after another, transfer to the fortresses and strongholds in the city to continue the battle, and delay the enemy's pace of seizing the city.

But until now, the Duke Byrne has not sounded the retreat horn, and he has continued to order to continue to adhere to the strongholds, not to retreat-this is to fight for the enemy ’s main force and force the elves on the other side Advance the army by another half step.

Loren Turin ... what did he want to do? !

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"Never withdraw troops, at least not now!"

Facing the confused Earl Eckert, the wrath of the wrath castle, tolerating the exhaustion and long-term use of high-order magic spells, the black-haired wizard adjusted his breath while patiently explaining:

"Rectify the whole army, gather the remaining parts, and make sure that each level can leave enough troops to contain the enemy-for the current Eboden defender, it is no longer possible; they now rely on one Dead orders hold on, if we order the withdrawal of troops, it is not retreat, it is a defeat across the board! "

"There are 5,000 armed citizens on the city wall, and there are auxiliary soldiers composed of nearly 10,000 unarmed women and children under the wall; they are not soldiers. Once the evacuation order comes down, they will definitely collapse first, with the soldiers who left us."

"Fear of panic will spread like an infectious disease; they are not knights of the Bain nor the legion of the empire. They are only civilians who defend their homes with blood and mercenaries who kill people with money!"

"Therefore, it is necessary to stand still, even if the counterattack attempts to recapture the city wall is better than letting them turn around and withdraw; before being completely captured by the elves, the port city wall must be kept dead and drag the enemy's attack."

"We can't withdraw, we dare not withdraw, then let the enemy have no time for him to take care of it!"

Earl Eckert heard this explanation and finally nodded with a complex expression.

It's just that he always thinks that Loren will do it, and there should be other reasons-otherwise the enemies will be dragged at such a cost, and the casualties will not be much smaller than the defeat of the whole line.

But this does not prevent him from being faithful and carrying out Loren's orders without hesitation.

The black lion flag rose above the tower, and the hundreds of Bayern knights left by Loren were gathered under the flag without changing their faces, holding the plastic ton in their hands and holding the knight's sword to wait for the order.

"The benefactor--, keep all the gates and all passageways dead, kill all the cowards who dare to retreat without command, listen to the order anytime, anywhere, and cover the retreat of the army if necessary!

Earl Eckert holding the battle flag took a deep breath and shouted: "Let the long-eared elves across the sea use their flesh and blood to witness the bravery and glory of the Bayern!"

"Long live Turin-!!!!!!"

With the explosion in the distance and the screams after another, the unchanging Bayern knights beat the shield and stepped into the battlefield. In the rubble and the smoke, the sound of the iron boots was The city walls sounded.

Earl Eckert also did not stay, turned around and left to command the auxiliary soldiers at the rear, and at the same time, he tried to find a group of armed citizens to prepare to cover the retreat of the army.

The battle is so fierce that it is already delusional and impossible to reach civilians-there is not enough reserve cover, and retreat in front of the enemy. This behavior, even in the eyes of the Bayern people who promote glory, Basically equal to dishonest suicide.

Knights from Byrne are bravely sacrificed for the cities that do not belong to them. The mercenaries who take money are selling their lives. Even the wizards in the nine-man star wizard tower have begun to fall with the wall, causing very heavy casualties.

In this case, what reason do the civilians and nobles of Eboden have to watch others die, and do not take the initiative to stand up and protect their wealth and cities? !

"clang--!"

The long and narrow Azor's long sword barely blocked the two-handed sword from head to head, and the elf warrior from the guard court instinctively took two steps back, avoiding the cross cut with the breath of death.

Then the elf saw that the human who had just taken his own life had rushed past him, the cold sword edge had brought up a blood, and there were elves heads full of grim and unwilling elves.

Wait, that figure ... why does it look so familiar? !

Black hair and black eyes, thin back, one-handed mithril sword, and the blaze from the palm of your heart ...

Duke Byrne? !

"Stop him, he is the Duke of Byrne! Commander of the defending army!" The elf warrior from Wei Ting shouted wildly, wielding a long sword, and he rushed up first: "It's him! Killed the chief of the court! "

"Revenge for Lord Eugen-!!!!!!"

"kill him--!!!!"

Or excitement or angry screams came from all directions. Hundreds and hundreds of elf warriors abandoned the enemies in front of them, preferring to expose their backs in the direction of the dark-haired wizard.

The front line is chaotic!

"Ban!"

The moment the sword was greeted, Loren with a calm expression immediately pulled out the "bright silver", and the gray-blue swordmand pulled a string of sparks on the blade of the sword;

With a backstab, Jianmang protruded from the elf warrior's neck.

The elf warriors on both sides attacked him at the same time, and the dark-haired wizard, who didn't see it, clenched the hilt in his right hand, and slashed straight ahead.

"boom--!"

The moment the big sword fell, the surrounding masonry and the walls were also trembling; in the huge smoke, the two elves who had quickly evacuated had no time to parry, and they were torn apart by a gray-blue sword that suddenly struck Sore throat.

Spray with blood.

However, the enemy continued to rush towards him in anger and madness, filling the gap left by the robe in front of him.

Jianmang cut off his long spear and dragged the "Dawn" sword behind him to sweep across the pool of blood and minced meat. The black wizard was completely empty in the first three steps.

With a sword, he shot down the shooting gun that flew towards him. The indifferent dark-haired wizard had a serious expression, but the reaction was much faster than before.

This is a very bad sign.

In the countless previous battles that walked on the edge of death, Loren had experienced this feeling-just like the body no longer belongs to itself, and can be completely moved by instinct, it is necessary to calmly think and complete in an instant Judgment to complete the action.

But after opening the second valve, he finally understood that this was actually a manifestation of the power of the void beginning to erode reason-after excessive consumption of mental power, the spiritual palace could no longer protect his consciousness.

Although Asriel is present, Loren need not worry about ending the same as Fanesis or Chakal; but he has always been skeptical about the "credibility" of a certain evil **** boy.

"boom--!!!!"

Another fire in Turin, the crimson fireball spreading out from the feet of the black wizard, instantly blasting all the elf warriors within three steps into coke.

But this did not lower their morale at all. The red-eyed elf warriors almost desperately flew at the figure waving their two-handed sword.

boom--!

The dark figure rushed out of the flames and rammed towards the first elf warrior facing him; the one-dawn "dawn" sword straightly "penetrated" from the center of the elf's slightly thin torso!

Stepping on the door of the fallen body, Loren leaped to grasp the "bright silver" with his backhand; the gray-blue swordman slammed the opponent's Azore's long knife, and the swordman's heart penetrated the heart.

The dark-haired wizard on the ground knelt on one knee, opened his left hand behind him without looking at it, and hit the "force shock" directly, hitting the elf warrior who was trying to sneak attack.

In the distance, elves and samurai warriors who heard movements and became aware of them were constantly coming in this direction; even if a few elves sensed incorrectly, they could not stop the movement of the large forces, and they could only follow the waves.

Taking a deep breath of the sea breeze mixed with smoke and dust, and looking at the battlefield of the wall that had become a mess, Loren finally had a smile on his indifferent face.

That's right, come on, let's all come to the side. You guys with long ears, come here to kill me, and then die obediently.

As long as you stand here, it is the perfect target for the entire Ebden garrison-correspondingly, the pressure of each stronghold and fortress can be reduced accordingly, and win time for the next retreat.

On the narrow city walls, the enemies that can surround themselves at the same time are extremely limited; as long as they use a few "Fire of Torino" attacks, they don't even dare to get too close to themselves. Each attacked himself.

In this case……

"Loren! Lord Loren!"

Lucien's shout came from behind, interrupting the thinking of the dark-haired wizard.

Turning his head, he saw anxious gray pupils trying to break through the elves' blockade and approaching himself.

"Sir Loren, blow your trumpet!" Luisen shouted impetuously while parrying the enemy's attack: "The south wall is facing an army approaching here!"

To the south of the city wall, has the enemy completed the encirclement within this period of time, and has he attacked from behind?

Impossible, the main forces are all pinned down on the port line of defense, even if there is a small army, it is impossible to get close to the south tower.

Therefore, it will not be the enemy's army ...

So, whose army will it be?

The dark-haired wizard stood up subconsciously, looking back in the direction behind him—although it was very vague ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but there was indeed a fairly large army that was approaching south of Ebden.

Moreover, a flag with blood-stained long sword crossed in the shape of a holy cross was also held high.

Lotel ... the flag of the Frid family!

At the moment when Loren was in amazement, the elves who had just surrounded the southern wall of Ebden were even more shocked and looked back suddenly, staring at the army that suddenly appeared from their backs-the dense figure like a black line, from They looked down on the high ground.

The Knights of Lothal, armed with armoured horses and armed with flag guns, swooped down from the high ground like a steel wall and rolled up the smoke;

The fast-paced bow archers rushed to the high ground, pulled dozens of arrows from their backs and inserted them in the mud at their feet, and opened the eagle war bows in their hands.

Wearing light chain armour, wielding a mace, battle axe, heavy chopping sword, and logging knife, the knight servants holding their shields followed the knight who charged, and flew directly behind the elf front ... The fight was almost instantaneous.

On the fifteenth day of Eboden's offensive and defensive battle, reinforcements arrived as scheduled.