Devil's Journey

Chapter 506 The Battle Begins

"Ah, here." Julian looked at the battle-damaged giant spider in front of him, and was speechless for a moment. Following the lead of his feelings, Julian went out alone to find Vieruodis, but Vieruodis in front of him was a bit too out of touch. than he expected.

Vieruodis whimpered and wanted to push herself into Julian's arms. Although Julian refused in his heart, but he didn't want to hurt Vieruodis's heart, so he could only reach out and pat the giant spider's head awkwardly. Department, trying to appease Vieruodis.

Uh, actually, I’ve seen too much, and the big spider in front of me looks quite cute, with a blue furry body, scarlet eyes, and slender and hard legs. Cute, I want to
Uh, ahem, it’s not as good-looking as a Two-dimensional spider.

Julian thought regretfully, it's not cute enough, forget it, after finally finding Vieruodis, what bicycle do I need?

Through telepathy, Julian communicated with Vieruodis for a while, combined with what he had seen and heard in the small town, he had some expectations for the upcoming battle in his heart.

Then Julian cast a spell to remove the magic mark on Vieruodis's body, and then used a powerful shrinking technique to shrink Vieruodis's size into a small spider the size of a palm, put it in his arms, and then rushed to the After the drow found that the magic mark on the target was invalid, they rushed back to the town before the chase came.

Due to an unknown reason, the magic mark failed, and the target escaped. After a brief moment of annoyance, the senior management of the drow army chose to temporarily give up hunting down the giant spider, and instead set their target on this small town that harbored a large number of escaped slaves.

Of course, the drow army did not intend to pursue the issue of the fugitive slave. The real target of the drow mistress was the half-dragon mage hiding in this small town.

The drow army surrounded the town. Although it was said to be a drow army, only 500 of them were real drow elves, and the rest were slaves of the drow.

However, the slaves of the drows do not mean that the combat power must be weaker than the drows. On the contrary, the Warcraft men who are good at fighting in the battle, the stocky and strong gray dwarves are not very high in IQ, but they are extraordinarily barbaric. The ferocious marsh bears, the stronger tauren, and some other monsters are very powerful thugs.

Of course, in addition to these strong slave soldiers, there are also many weak slave soldiers, including cavemen, goblins, kobolds and other cannon fodder soldiers, and some miscellaneous mixed slave soldiers, not one by one. listed.

Although the combat power of the miscellaneous soldiers is not strong, even if they rush up, it is worthwhile in the eyes of the drows to consume one of the defenders' arrows and the strength of wielding their weapons.

On the luxurious soft sedan chair, a scantily clad mistress of drow held a three-headed snake whip in her hand, looking at the town with a hint of greed in her eyes, and the anger at losing the trace of the giant spider dissipated a lot.

Originally, she wanted to take that giant spider with good qualifications as a mount battle pet, but compared to the next battle, that giant spider was nothing.

The residents of the small town have changed into warriors. As a town in the dark region, defensive measures are absolutely indispensable. The stone wall is nearly seven meters high, there are several archery towers, and there are many rolling logs and round stones. For small towns, these are already excessive.

The horn sounded, but the drows didn't persuade them to surrender, maybe they didn't intend to let go of those rebels in the town, maybe they knew how low their reputation was, so they didn't bother to talk nonsense.

The same as the battle on the ground, the siege battle starts with cannon fodder, unless there is no cannon fodder available, although the enslaved cannon fodder are reluctant, but the drows have sharp butcher knives, and the deterrence of the supervising team makes the cannon fodder enthusiastically fight. Charge, then.
Was shot dead on the way to the charge.

No way, although the drow are not poor, they are not so extravagant as to prepare armor and shields for the cannon fodder. The only thing the cannon fodder uses to resist arrows is their own naturally evolved layer of natural armor, commonly known as 'skin '.

The escaped drows standing on the watchtower are mainly men, and there are also a few female drows. The cruelty of drow society makes some women can't stand it. That kind of place full of intrigue and indifference makes them escape and start anew. The fugitive drow who survived were fearful and repulsive.

The frequency of the arrows is not fast. The fleeing drows told the sheriff that the cannon fodder just wanted to consume their energy and arrows, so that some soldiers could shoot with the crossbows they carried, and the drows only used the cannon fodder The boss in the village clicked to kill.

Although the gray dwarf sheriff hadn't experienced many wars, he still had a lot of combat experience. He immediately adopted the suggestion of the fleeing drows, and asked the soldiers to hold crossbows and shoot those cowering cannon fodder.

The magic archer in the drow army received the order and started to cover and shoot forward. The fleeing drow on the watchtower also counterattacked. Some people on both sides kept falling down with arrows, and then others made up for it.

The beginning of the battle was full of dullness and boredom. A large amount of cannon fodder fell under the city wall, and the crude wooden ladders erected hastily were pushed down or set on fire. The screams of the cannon fodder inspired the defenders of the town.

But the drow mistress didn't care, waved her hand, and another batch of cannon fodder rushed up, and then died under the city wall, which seemed meaningless.

It wasn't until the drow mistress felt that she was almost dead that she ordered the real main force to go into battle. Three hundred big and round Warcraft men lined up. They were the favorite troops of the drow mistresses. Not only were they very capable on the battlefield, Even another battlefield is also very capable.

Hungry drow mistresses have used it and said that the Warcraft people who are drained every year are the cause of death that consumes the most besides fighting.

Five hundred gray dwarves went out into battle. Although the stocky gray dwarves were not the favorite of drow mistresses, on the battlefield, these strong and short men had always been one of the main slaves of the drow army. The dwarves are not as honest as those Warcraft people, they often steal and play tricks, and their loyalty is more suspicious.

In addition, in the drow army, there are dozens of bearmen, a dozen minotaurs, a dozen manticores, and several enslaved beholders on standby.

The tumbling stone pushed down a hole in the city wall, a gray dwarf in heavy scale armor cursed loudly, and at the same time poured a tenth of a can of black oil onto the stone.

A half-orc with gray skin next to him lit the torch in his hand on the boulder, and the raging flames immediately ignited. It was the gray dwarf who replaced it with a wooden stick, and then pushed the burning boulder down forcefully.

In the muffled sound of grunts, the burning cobblestones rushed along the tunnel from the top of the city wall, then rushed out from the root of the city wall, and then crazily crashed into the array of gray dwarves guarding the battering ram.

The stocky gray dwarf warriors couldn't resist such an impact. Amidst the screams, several gray dwarves flew out backwards vomiting blood, their armor was dented by the impact, and the burning flames ignited them.

Mistress Drow snorted dissatisfiedly, then waved to the side, a male mage took the order, and then stepped forward to cast spells under the cover of the guards.

However, he did not cast an attack spell, but used a self-created necromancy. The magical aura enveloped the corpses piled up under the city wall, and then the bones of the dead were stripped from the corpses, and then spliced ​​together to form a slope. bridge.

The Warcraft men who rushed to the front of the city wall stepped on the bone bridge and attacked the city head. Amidst the roar, more than a dozen manticores also attacked from the air.

(End of this chapter)