Chapter 223 Burning!
A group of mages! Cast a spell to clear the air, retreat to the castle, prepare a spell circle, and clear the air.
The rest of the people continue to take their positions!
The graceful mages cast spells frantically, emptying the magic power in their bodies as quickly as possible, retreating to the hot city wall, and returning to the Earl's Castle in the city to restore their magic power.
Rachel, who was also sweating profusely, looked at the other people who continued to stand on their seats and said. Gentlemen! His Excellency Lin Qiu, the Lord of Thousand Islands, is on the way, but it takes at least five hours to travel from White Castle to Bailey City, even with monsters, so we must strive for these five hours.
The arrival of powerful reinforcements is always a strong encouragement to people in desperate situations.
The soldiers felt hope, a fire was ignited in the hearts of the monsters, and their relatives worshiped Lin Qiu beyond measure. "No one was willing to show their courage in front of him."
An hour later, the fuel ran out and the fire gradually weakened. The middle part of the Baili City wall was burned red by the long-term flames. Due to the large proportion of burnt and hollowed corpses piled under the wall, the area of the city wall also shrank. .
Finally, the flames went out.
Woohoo! The frenzy of the 400 fish school strikes again.
The murlocs in the front row rushed towards the burning pile of corpses and rushed towards the city wall, exposing the red-hot city wall, while the murlocs in the back row roared angrily, "Step on the struggling companions who keep climbing up."
The crowd on the city wall felt numb as they listened to the fish-men's crazy shouts.
Throw a stone!
Quick! Shoot!
Soon, the remaining stones and arrows were used up.
Seeing the fishmen getting closer and closer to the tower, Rachel drew out the long sword hanging at her waist.
Warriors of Bailey Town! Bring the enemy down to me!
For the glory of Dumbledore!
Cheers to Bailey City’s victory!
Cheers to the glory of the White Temple!
Finally, the first fisherman climbed up to the castle, and the soldier standing in front of him tightened his grip on the spear and thrust it into the fisherman's wildly roaring mouth [and into the back of his head.
The first fisherman fell.
But the first fisherman was only the initial signal, and more and more fishermen rushed towards the city wall like a flood jumping over a dam.
kill!
The soldiers in the front row inserted their spears into the bodies of the fish (bceh). Although their bodies were pierced, the fish still rushed forward crazily. This kind of madness without regard for life made me shudder.
The ogre leader held one end of the stick with wolf fangs in one hand and quickly turned it into a big windmill. The fisherman who had just climbed up the wall was wrapped in a mace [and flew back instantly.
Gurgaru blocked a nearly eight-meter-long section of wall by himself!
Weapons master Gandalf and a group of wizards formed a fire brigade, standing behind the front team and helping soldiers when they saw danger.
Clubs and spears penetrated through the gaps between the soldiers, accurately piercing the fishman's head, leaving a large hole when pulled back.
When the sound of killing came from the city tower, the tide of fishermen was blocked by the brave warriors.
As time went by, the corpses of the fish began to pile up on the city wall, and many of Bailey's soldiers died, but they were quickly replaced by others.
The ordinary soldiers of Bailey City gradually ran out of strength.
Under the protection of the earl's personal guards, Rachel stood on the pile of fish corpses, now looking at the densely packed army outside the city, and now looking at the exhausted and panting soldiers around her
retreat!
Hearing these words, the officers and soldiers hurriedly retreated and descended from the ladders behind the city wall, but not all of them were lucky enough to evacuate. Nearly a quarter of the unlucky soldiers turned around and were thrown over by the anxious fish-men. Never got up again.
When the fishmen completely occupied the city wall, Gurgellu and Gandalf, led by a group of masters, guarded the entrance to the passage downstairs, blocking the fanatical fishmen and buying time for ordinary soldiers to escape.
The brainless fishmen jumped over the loophole and jumped directly off the ten-meter-high city wall. Those fishmen who survived had their arms and legs broken, but even in their mutilated state, they continued to crawl towards the fleeing soldiers.
When Gurgelul and Gandalf saw that the simple soldiers had fled away, they told the others to start retreating too.
Although these fish are crazy, their individual abilities are not strong and they rely entirely on numbers to win. As long as they don't besiege them collectively and lose their space for movement, they don't pose much of a threat to the masters.
Gandalf, the master of weapons, and Gurgaru, the ogre leader, were the last to retreat: they both jumped from the tower.
Gurgaru landed hard on the ground, creating a small crater and scattering dust all over the ground. Then he immediately spread his legs and ran frantically towards the entrance to Bailey City.
Gandalf, as light as a swallow, stepped on the disabled fisherman's head, trampling him to death. Then he jumped over the buildings on both sides of the main road, jumped over the roofs of various houses, and ran towards the Earl's Castle in the center of the city.
Behind them, the fish came down the stairs toward the town, as if flowing into a pool, filling every gap in Bailey's streets.
When the weapons master and the ogre leader burst through the gates of the count's castle.
hurry up!. Raise the drawbridge and close the city gate!
A soldier pulled the winch and raised the suspension bridge to the moat. Three iron gates fell behind the city gate.
The Lord's Castle located in the center of the city is the last line of defense for every city. It will serve as the enemy's last refuge after breaking through the outer wall defenses, so it must be carefully designed by designers as a military fortress.
There is a watchtower on the stone wall of the Earl's Castle, which is covered with dense rows of rifle holes.
As the crowds on the city walls watched those crazy fishermen climb onto the rooftops of the city and crowd the main roads and other alleys, a chill ran from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
Even the fifteen-meter-high city wall under their feet did not bring them the slightest sense of security.
They were right to worry, as schools of fish attacked the castle and outer walls.
An hour passed.
Lord Dumbledore's castle is threatened by an attack by a swarm of angry fish.
On the city wall, Rachel followed the count.
Burn it, my father, the city can be rebuilt if it is gone, but there is nothing when people die!
Listening to the heir's advice, Earl Dumbledore's heart was bleeding. How could he not understand this truth.
But Bailey's city is the goal he has fought for all his life. It is the hard work of many generations of the Dumbledore family and the foundation of Dumbledore's prosperity.
Earl Dumbledore looked carefully, looked at the crazy fishermen who were almost attacking, and looked at the crazy fishermen who kept pouring from the city wall, and he squeezed out a word through his teeth. Burn to death!
Rachel turned around and shouted.
Burn it!