Slime Cultivation Game

Not to mention the soldiers who were temporarily summoned.

The archers holding the longbows were trembling with their fingers.

The infantrymen lined up at the gap in the city wall kept swallowing their saliva.

Five hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters, finally, the army of night demons rushed to the front of Winter Fort.

The next second, a dozen black fireballs condensed behind the Night Demon army and then smashed into the city wall.

The fireballs fell like meteorites, covering the stunned soldiers.

Their arrows were swallowed up by the explosion before they could be released.

"Ah! What is this!"

"No, no, no!"

"Mother!"

With a bang, fireballs exploded on the city wall. Amid the wailing of the soldiers defending the city, the Night Demon Cavalry pulled the reins, and the giant-toothed lizards actually jumped up out of thin air, clung to the city wall, and climbed up rapidly.

"Damn it! These guys' cavalry can actually climb the wall! Damn it! Throw wood!"

Amidst the curses, dozens of Night Demon Cavalrymen had already rushed onto the tower, waving their spears: "Kill!"

"Send these idiots to hell!"

In an instant, these human soldiers who had almost never been on a battlefield had their heads chopped off before they could even react.

"Form up! Form up! Don't panic!"

"They don't have many cavalry! Meet the enemy! Meet the enemy!"

"Load the crossbows, prepare the rolling stones and hot oil, and use your best skills to prevent those damn lizards from rushing onto the city wall!"

The officers' shouts had a certain effect. The dozens of Night Demon Cavalrymen who first rushed up to the city wall were stabbed to pieces by the soldiers who rushed forward - after suffering four or five times the casualties.

The soldiers were breathing heavily, listening to the roars of the approaching Night Demons, feeling the scorching heat of the flames on the city walls, and trembling as they looked at the bodies of their comrades lying on the ground around them.

"We can't win. They are too powerful."

I don't know who started it first, but a cry of cowardice exploded in front of the formation.

Immediately afterwards, these miscellaneous soldiers who were temporarily summoned no longer had any intention of fighting. They picked up their weapons, turned around and rushed to the bottom of the city wall.

They were panicked.

They were terrified.

"Run! Run!"

"Let me go! Let me go! I can't hold on!"

"Damn it! Don't retreat! Don't retreat!" Viscount Carter personally climbed up the city wall and led his battle supervision team to kill the soldiers who fled from the battlefield: "Those who are cowards will be executed immediately!"

The appearance of the supervision team stopped the soldiers from fleeing, but failed to restore their morale.

The Night Demons finally approached the city wall, set up ladders, and the infantry also began to climb the city.

The brutal war reached its climax.

Leo watched all this coldly and sighed.

"Master, you seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago." Miss Shikoti asked.

"Yeah..." Leo sighed.

He had long guessed that this defense battle would fail. After all, they were just a group of miscellaneous soldiers who had never been on the battlefield. How could they be expected to deal with an elite force that had broken through the Marian Wall?

Not to mention them, even Leo himself was uneasy.

However, he never expected that he would be defeated so easily.

If the Cult of Order were not here, Winterhold would probably be faced with a one-sided massacre.

Now, the only thing they can rely on is the church.

Saint Frey was the first to step out of the formation and waved the scepter in her hand...

Chapter 51: The next battle, breaking the city

As the saint waved her scepter, the one-sided battle situation changed.

The Holy Guards followed her, clasped their hands together, and chanted devoutly.

Under the city of Winterhold, the ground shook, and countless rock spikes broke out of the path of the Night Demon army, bringing cold death to these arrogant aliens.

One after another, the night demons fell from the back of the giant-toothed lizard, and the ladders and siege vehicles were directly shattered into a pile of scrap metal.

Perhaps in a one-on-one duel, both the knight and the warrior could easily kill the spellcaster. After all, no one would just sit there and watch the spellcaster chant a spell and wait for him to use a big move.

But in war, especially in siege, the situation is completely different.

The effect of the spellcaster will be infinitely magnified with the help of the city wall.

A simple ice cone or fireball spell can stop the sudden attack of dozens of ordinary soldiers.

Among the 15,000 Holy Guards sent by the Order Cult this time, there are 2,000 spellcasters.

So the situation was reversed slightly.

"Kill! Order followers, follow me to kill the enemies!" Knight Commander Lennon, the Archbishop of the Order sect who was in charge of commanding this holy war, waved the holy sword in his hand, clamped the horse's belly, and jumped down from the city wall first.

Huge golden wings spread out from the side of the warhorse, dragging the White Cavalry's strongest fighter into the sky.

Thousands of golden holy sword projections emerged from behind him, turning into a rain of swords and smashing towards the night demons.

"what!"

"Damn it! It's the Order Cult!"

"Bastards! Bastards! Ah!"

Screams followed, and in an instant, countless night demons fell off their mounts, fell off their chariots, and were impaled like hedgehogs.

A sixth-rank divine knight, equipped with a warhorse that can soar through the sky, can be said to be a powerful weapon on the battlefield.

"Master, I'll go too." Explosions continued, and Miss Shikoti pulled out her spear.

"Okay, be careful." Leo said solemnly.

As a servant, he had neither the ability nor the qualifications to participate in such a raid.

"Okay, master!" Miss Shikoti looked at Leo deeply, and flew down the city wall with the large army.

This is the tactic designed by Knight Lennon, the Archbishop of the Order and the Knight Commander of the White Cavalry.

The caster uses a wide range of skills to trap the target, and then the White Cavalry attacks from the air, fully leveraging the speed and magical advantages of the Order Cult.

This was originally a tactic used to deal with pagans, but unexpectedly it also had such miraculous effects on the front battlefield.

At the same time, ordinary believers in the Holy Guard took over the ordinary soldiers' duties of defending the city. They picked up longbows, set up crossbows, and held swords. They fought with the troll soldiers who rushed up the city walls while shooting arrows at the enemies in the distance.

Hot oil poured down the walls and boulders came crashing down on the trolls' heads.

A fierce battle finally broke out, and the fierce battle lasted from dusk to dawn.

The flowing blood made the morning sun appear bright red, and the suffocating smell of blood attracted hungry vultures.

They hovered in the sky above the plain, but in the solemn atmosphere, they dared not fly down.

War drums and horns sounded, and the siege trolls' attack came to an abrupt halt.

The soldiers on the city wall fell to the ground holding their weapons. There was no joy of victory at all. Instead, there was only relief for surviving the disaster and fear of the next war.

No one knows whether they can be lucky enough to survive.

Even the Holy Guards are no exception to this.

The battlefield was too cruel. The situation, which had been slightly reversed, was dragged into a cruel situation again after the spellcasters of the Night Demons joined the battle.

You know, although there are 15,000 Order followers in Winterhold, their opponent is an elite Night Demon force with a total number of more than 100,000.

Among these elites, there are spellcasters, knights, and priests.

What's more, the time chosen by the night demons for the war was their favorite night.

The walls of Winterhold have become a meat grinder.

Leo leaned against the city wall, his hand holding the "Water-Shaped Sword" was shaking, and his white battle robe was also covered with blood.

The dagger that Miss Karen gave him was extremely sharp and could cut off the Night Demon's head without any obstruction.

Especially the ability to transform, which makes it hard for the enemy to defend against.

Combined with his intermediate swordsmanship, it made up for the lack of his attribute points.

As a squire of the White Cavalry, he also joined the battlefield. However, with the ability of "Hidden", he mostly attacked lone enemies by surprise, which was not dangerous.

At least twenty night demons died at his hands last night.

If it wasn't for the purpose of gaining combat experience, he wouldn't even have planned to take action.

Countless corpses piled up like mountains, and the surviving soldiers were already trying to figure out how to deal with them.

If the corpses are not burned in time, it will soon turn into a plague.

If the purpose of the first siege was not just to test the situation, the casualties in Winterhold would probably have doubled.

But... given Winterhold's current condition, can it withstand a second siege?

"But we've come to the right place." Leo coughed and looked inside the city wall.

In a corner that no one could see, beneath the pile of corpses, a mass of black mucus was moving quietly.

"Bah chi, bah chi..."

"Gulu, Gulu..."

The number of corpses seemed to have decreased a little.

They all became Miss Shikoti's food. In the center of the Night Demon Army.

A huge tent has been built, and the invading Night Demon generals are gathered in the tent to discuss matters, talking to each other.

"Boss, I say we should seize the second attack and take down Winterhold in one fell swoop."

"Yeah, hahahaha, the soldiers who retreated said that only the believers are useful in this city, and the rest of the soldiers are useless."

"There are less than 20,000 believers. What can they do? How long can they hold out? Why don't we just divide the soldiers into two groups and attack the city during the day and at night? Even if we waste time, we can wear out the believers!"

"By the way, have you met the Marquis Logan?"

"Marquis Logan? Hahaha, that loser must have already fled back to the royal city with his head in his hands, and cried in his mother's arms!"

"Hahaha!"

In contrast to the terrible suffering in Winterhold, cheerful laughter was heard in the Night Demon's tent.

"Okay, organize the soldiers, set up camp, and then let them have a good rest for a day." The Night Demon sitting on the main seat smiled slightly: "Tonight, gather the whole army, I want to capture Winterhold in one battle."

He was not wearing armor, but a plain robe. His voice was not loud and he did not act like a soldier at all.

But when he spoke, none of the Night Demon generals present dared to make a sound.

"Yes, Lord Calvaro. Don't worry, we will definitely take the city in the next battle."

"Okay, back off. I'm tired."

After all the generals had left, Calvaro, the Night Demon Commander who had planned the invasion of the North and set off the black and red frenzy, stood up from his position with a deep look in his eyes.

"Arranging soldiers like this to guard the city... Logan, Logan, you are still the same as you were eight years ago, only good at talking on paper."

"This time, the enemy is you. That's great."

"It's time to settle accounts for Telsk's massacre of my people eight years ago."

"What a pity! It would have been better if you weren't my opponent..."

Chapter 52: Jealousy

Winterhold.

Inside the Order Cult's camp.