Imperial Crown.

Chapter 305 Enemies coming from the sky
In the sky were two flying squadrons consisting of a total of 107 Wind Kings.

These wind kings, the younger ones are 2 years old, and the more mature ones are 3 years old. Their physique is not inferior to that of ordinary war horses, and when their wings are spread, they have a wingspan of at least 5 meters.

They are lined up in three rows in the air, like an island flying in the air.

A flying unit of this size can definitely be spotted by the defenders as long as they are not blind.

But the problem was that the thousand heavily armored soldiers carrying ladders to attack the city and the catapults had already attracted too much attention, and this flying brigade flew in from the mountains.

"Crossbowmen prepare to attack the air—"

"Crossbowmen prepare to attack the air—"

The order came from the city wall and reached the ears of every soldier defending the city. They raised their bows and crossbows in their hands and aimed at the enemy in the sky.

There were many crossbowmen standing in the open space behind the city wall.

Thoreau was one of them.

As a member of the city defense soldiers, he has been in the army for 3 years and has also been training for 3 years.

I thought I would be facing bandits, horse thieves or mobs in my first battle, but I didn't expect to encounter this kind of enemy.

He had just fired an enchanted crossbow arrow towards the city following the order, and before he could confirm the result, a group of... seemed to be called eagle-horned beasts, or griffons?

It blocked out the sky and the sun.

If he had a choice, Thoreau would have wanted to turn around and run, but the thought of the vicious looks of the supervisors made him shudder.

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

"shooting--"

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

Will it work?

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 at all panicked.

"Ha, the first wave is indeed a feather arrow shooting." Hoyaz, the commander of the flight brigade, raised his right hand high, opened his palm, and pressed it down suddenly:
"Teach them a lesson!"

The originally dense formation suddenly dispersed, the wind kings flapped their wings, and as magic power flowed, gusts of fierce gale burst out from under their wings!
The storm had a light blue texture, 1, 2, 3...

A total of 107 storms gathered together, as if a giant palm belonging to the gods was pressing down from the sky.

The crossbow arrows and feather arrows flying in the air froze in the strong wind, and then rolled back like broken firewood.

The falling feather arrows had no direction, they just fell randomly, but under the wind pressure, their power was not weak.

Thoreau stared in amazement at what was happening. Before he could react, the strong wind had already poured into his throat and blew into his eyes, forcing him to close them tightly.

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

The noise coming from his ears was even more severe than the cold winter wind, and his ears gradually failed.

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

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

There was blood all over the floor.

Some people had several arrows stuck in their bodies, their wounds torn by the strong wind and bleeding, but they could not really die for a while and struggled and twisted on the ground.

Some people had their bones broken by arrows flying across their chests, their chests as soft as cloth bags, and their mouths spewing broken organs and blood.

Others were hit by crates blown up by the strong wind. The crates happened to contain steel strings for crossbows, which directly cut the people into pieces.

Only then could Thoreau slowly hear the sounds, not only his own heartbeat, but also the crying all over the ground.

He checked himself all over.

Fortunately, no one was injured.

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

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

Then, the scimitar of the overseers made his head fly high, and it fell in front of Thoreau with eyes wide open and unwilling.

"Don't panic, it's just a natural magic, you can't use it a second time in a short period of time!" The officer shouted loudly: "Hold your weapons and prepare to shoot again!!!"

Easy to say!

Thoreau cursed in his heart, but when he saw the fate of his fleeing companions, he loaded his crossbow.

Footsteps were heard, and on the troop transport path, the crossbowmen on the city wall were withdrawn, and rows of heavily armored guards began to surge up.

"Be prepared, they won't do anything to us. The Hippogryph will be useless once it lands!" The officer's words came again.

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 flashed coldly in the sun, forming a steel jungle.

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

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

"Everyone, get your spears ready, open these cans!!!"

Hoyaz's voice rang out.

On the back of the Wind King, Lennon slowly raised his javelin.

Sitting on the back of the gryphon is different from throwing a spear on the ground. There is no way to use the power of the earth. At this time, the strong Lennon has the greatest advantage.

He took a deep breath, his heartbeat getting faster and faster, searching for his target - the one with a cross star on his head and the best armor, it's you!

Five years, from the age of 5 to 14, 19 consecutive days, 2000 times a day, a total of 500 times of spear throwing training, the results will be verified at this moment.

"cast--"

Lennon raised the javelin behind his shoulder, and used his waist to drive the strength of his arm to rotate. The sharp javelin broke through the air, and the hole at the top brought out a sharp whistle sound!
He could clearly see his own spear among the others.

4, 3, 2...

1!

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

However, the force of falling from a high altitude, the power of the spear itself, and the special nature of the spear tip easily penetrated his shield, his arm, and his chest, and fell into the city wall with thick blood!

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

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

There were cheers all around, and Lennon also cheered without holding back!
From his high vantage point, Lennon could clearly see that the enemy's crossbowmen and archers were ready again and ready to shoot at any time.

But he was not at all panicked, and neither was the entire flying squadron.

They began to dive downward.

Because at this time, clouds of thick green smoke have exploded one after another——

The tip of the spear exploded!

The hollow design at the top of the javelin is to hold the snake head fruit of the twin snake face fruit. The thick green mist spread out, instantly enveloping the entire city wall, and a sizzling sound was heard.

The armor on the tin cans began to be corroded, and screams could be heard one after another.

"What is this, cough cough!!!"

“Eyes, my eyes!!!”

Coughing would only cause them to cough more violently due to their injuries. Their eyes were unable to open due to the poisonous smoke. In panic, the heavily armored soldiers on the city wall were in complete chaos.

No one can stay on such a wall.

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

They ran around randomly and bumped into each other. Some who couldn't bear it simply jumped off the city wall rather than endure such torment.

At this moment, a strong wind surged up and rushed out from the city wall, blowing away the thick green smoke that had been filling the city wall.

"Don't panic, you see, it was Lady Wanda who took action!"

The officer shouted loudly, trying to calm the troops: "That's a fourth-level expert. Do you understand 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 venom of the snakehead fruit is not completely released, the poisonous smoke will not stop!

The Wind King Squadron finally swooped down to within ten meters of the Wall of Sighs.

The strong wind that gushed out from the city wall continued, and the poisonous fog was temporarily suppressed.

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

But they were the elite troops trained by Wanda herself. They all picked up their weapons and aimed at the flying troops in the air.

At this distance, throwing the weapon out is enough to damage the tender abdomen of the gryphon without any armor.

Banks confirmed that the enemy certainly thought so.

This brought a slightly sarcastic smile to his face.

Even while riding on the Wind King, he still had his gold-rimmed glasses tied to his face with a belt, making him look a little out of place.

According to the established tactics, he gently stroked the back of his partner, feeling the tingling sensation spreading to his own body, causing his hair to flutter slightly.

The surrounding air began to become somewhat sticky, and the dust floating in it began to move slowly, and an invisible electric field spread.

This distance is within reach for the defenders.

For the Wind King’s troops, this is the best time to inflict casualties!
The Wind Kings' second innate magic, pulse electrophoresis, is prepared for this purpose.

This tactic of releasing pulse electrophoresis simultaneously is named——

"Curse!!"

At Hoyaz's command, Banks grabbed his partner's earlobes.

The lightning elements accumulated under the green secondary wings condensed, took shape, and were released at this moment.

Purple lightning suddenly descended, and the Wind King's troops were like dark clouds, and a rainstorm made up of thunder and lightning fell on the city wall!
Under the heavy rain, the tin cans began to dance uncontrollably. Electricity climbed up their armor and flowed to the ground, gathering into thick plasma, baking the city walls black.

The kerosene stored on the city wall was ignited and exploded, and flames rose up 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 nauseating burnt smell spread out!

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

Only a very small number of second-level extraordinary people can rely on their own fighting spirit and armor to resist briefly, but they cannot withstand the thunder that is almost the power of nature, and jump off the city wall howling.

Although the wind blew away the poisonous cloud on the city wall, a considerable part of it drifted under the wall, making it almost impossible for Thoreau to open his eyes. He groped around trying to find a safe haven.

boom!
A dull thud of something falling to the ground was heard beside him, along with the unmistakable sound of bones breaking.

Thoreau shuddered and stopped.

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

The man in front of him was the commander of the 2nd Battalion of the Iron Birch Legion, a second-tier warrior, and his armor was clearly visible.

The high-quality armor was not broken, but thick black and red blood flowed out of it, with a nauseating smell of barbecue.

The lightning was still flowing on the armor. The commander struggled to lift up his visor, staring at Solo and mumbling something, as if trying to let him pass.

But Thoreau did not dare to get closer, because under the visor, he saw a face that did not belong to the human race.

His eyes were dead white, his skin was eroded by the poisonous gas and seemed to melt, his curly beard and hair were imprinted in it, and his face was full of purple-black blood vessels washed by the electric current.
"I can't beat you, I can't beat you..."

Thoreau murmured, looking pale.

A feeling of hopelessness and powerlessness spread in his heart.

He had never imagined that war would be like this.

You can’t hit it. You can’t hit it at all.

Crossbows were useless, and 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 did not dare to run away, because the scimitars of the supervising team were stained with blood; he did not dare to pick up his crossbow again, because everything he had just seen had completely destroyed his courage to fight again.

He could only huddle among the pile of corpses in the corner and shiver, watching a new batch of reserve troops climb up the city wall and the remaining archers organize a wave of concentrated shooting.

I don’t know if it worked, but the shadow that had been covering the city wall finally disappeared.

This is a good thing.

But Thoreau found that the officers and the remaining crossbowmen looked more and more stunned.

The wind kings had indeed begun to advance, but before that, an eagle soldier in full helmet and armor jumped off the back of each wind king!
Raven's chief guard, Hyena, was also among them.

He fell from mid-air holding a huge axe, crushed the chest of a corpse, and thick blood splattered everywhere.

The sound of the wind had died down by now, but the remaining poison had not caused him any harm, as all the soldiers who had parachuted in with him had taken the antidote beforehand.

"Those little guys were having a great time fighting just now, now it's finally my turn." The hyena moved his ankle and shouted loudly: "Otto, Wade, go grab the crossbow!"

"Everyone else, come with me and hold the city wall to clear the way for the brothers who come later!!"

After a round of fighting, the Eagle Army's vanguards finally reached the city wall with their ladders.

"My flying squadron, how does it feel?"

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

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

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

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(End of this chapter)