Chapter 220: Chapter 190: Old Si, We’ve Been Through Blades and Spears Together
"What’s going on?!" The Lord’s expression changed dramatically.
He gave Zat a look, and Zat immediately hoisted his Lord overhead with his broad palms.
Levi pulled out his telescope and looked, his expression instantly turning anxious.
While the wall built by the Elves couldn’t compare to the mighty fortresses of major cities like Debei, in a backwater like the Wilderness, it was a formidable stronghold—not one to be breached quickly.
But through the lens, he clearly saw dozens of stone balls, each weighing several thousand pounds, soaring into the sky.
In that instant, the Lord was nearly blinded. The stone balls in mid-air suddenly burst into raging flames, then slammed viciously into the seemingly indestructible wall. They exploded with a brilliant orange-yellow light, as dazzling as miniature suns, even causing the space around them to distort.
These were definitely not ordinary giant stones launched from a catapult!
It was no wonder, when the Lord lowered his gaze.
About fifty or sixty paces from the wall, a group of Ogres guarded ten or so figures in blue cloaks. Light of various colors emanated from their bodies; they were clearly Casting.
These were the Priests of the Zor Elves, Casting spells in an attempt to smash the wall by brute force.
The Elf defenders on the wall weren’t just standing by. They did everything they could to intercept the projectiles. One red slash of Sword Qi and an Arrow glowing with holy light even flew out and collided fiercely with a stone ball, but against such a massive number of stones, it was a completely futile effort.
The remaining stone balls all slammed into the wall. Waves of fire, flying debris, and a deafening roar—in that moment, it was as if the apocalypse had arrived.
The blast wave and fierce winds kicked up the accumulated snow, which evaporated into steam before it could even hit the ground. Even from so far away, Levi felt as if his face was damp with moisture.
Before he could react, the vibrations in the ground reached them. Zat, who was holding him up, began to sway, and the snow on the ground trembled violently.
"Good heavens."
The Lord, who had never witnessed such a grand spectacle, could not hide his shock.
It wasn’t just the destructive power that shocked him; after all, there were far more powerful weapons in his previous life.
What was more shocking was putting himself in their shoes: if High Cliff Castle were the one facing these stone balls, then besides himself, no one would be able to survive such lethal Magic!
High Cliff Castle’s long string of victories had inevitably made the Lord proud, but at this moment, that pride was shattered.
He was deeply reminded that there was always someone stronger, and that the right path was to always maintain a sense of reverence.
"This reminds me of a deep thunderclap from back in the summer," Zat said, smacking his lips and shaking his head.
The seemingly indestructible wall only withstood three rounds of bombardment before it could hold no longer and collapsed, just like a dike ceaselessly gnawed by ants. A V-shaped gap opened up from bottom to top.
Over two hundred Minotaurs, like mountains of flesh, immediately charged through the gap, attacking ferociously.
Following them was a tide of Wilderness People, right on the heels of the hulking brutes.
Faced with such a predicament, even the Lord would feel his scalp tingle if he were defending the breach himself with his Beastman Barbarians.
It was simply impossible to imagine how a group of slender Elves could defend this gap.
’No, wait...’
The Lord was startled. The Wilderness People who had been pouring in suddenly retreated like a receding tide, as if some great terror lay within.
Looking closely through the telescope, he saw it was a group of Tree-men. These creatures stood seven or eight *ren* tall, possessed immense strength, and their wooden trunks were as hard as Armor.
A single sweep of their thick arms sent a swath of Wilderness People flying, and not even those bull-nosed Minotaurs could stand against them.
"Well done!"
The Lord was overjoyed and leaped down into the snow.
"Full speed ahead!"
He no longer cared about staying hidden and gave the order to advance at full speed.
If they were any later, the Elf Tribe would truly be finished.
Right now, most of the Wilderness Alliance Army’s attention was on the breached wall. What little energy they had to spare was being sent to deal with Si Kai and the others, so practically no one was paying attention to him.
The Zor Elves had an army of forty thousand on paper, but spread out across the plain, they seemed quite sparse.
Besides, most of them were Auxiliary Soldiers; their main force was definitely no more than twenty thousand strong.
The current situation was that only a few thousand were fiercely assaulting the wall, with less than a thousand more charging through the breach.
The rest of their forces were watching from a few hundred paces away from the main battlefield, waiting for the right opportunity to join the fray.
After all, the breach in the wall was only so big. Throwing everyone in at once would just leave the ones in the back with nothing to do.
And at the position of their main contingent, a banner with the image of a spider’s body flew in the wind.
Beneath it stood a group composed entirely of Zor Elves and figures from various other Races.
They wore the finest armor and wielded the best weapons, a completely different aesthetic from the grunts surrounding them. A single glance told you their status was high; they were definitely the leaders of this Wilderness Alliance Army.
But the Lord’s target wasn’t this group. Although he was tempted to wipe out all the enemy leaders in one fell swoop, the number of Warriors guarding them was not small.
If they got bogged down, they would be trapped in a quagmire and slowly surrounded.
Aside from the Lord himself, High Cliff Castle would likely suffer heavy casualties, which was something he absolutely could not tolerate.
Compared to the command group, the Zor Elf Casting Corps closest to the wall stood out much more.
The Ogres guarding them were all pot-bellied brutes over three *ren* tall, clad in Iron Armor and wielding Covered Wooden Shields and Bone Rods. There were more than three hundred of them, an elite squad that could not be ignored.
They were certainly qualified to guard a Casting Corps.
But that depended on who you compared them to. If they went one-on-one with the High Cliff Castle Guard Team, they would be utterly crushed.
Wiping out the enemy’s command in one go was clearly unrealistic.
Besides, the enemy’s Casting Corps wasn’t just standing around. Once they were spotted, there was no telling if those terrifying stone balls from earlier would come raining down on High Cliff Castle’s forces.
Therefore, all things considered, taking out the enemy’s Casting Corps first was the result of careful deliberation.
Besides, prioritizing the elimination of an enemy’s Casting Corps is something any commander would do.
Most veterans are repulsed by any discussion of war.
But the Warriors of High Cliff Castle were different, thanks to the "Gift of the War God" and the long string of victories under their Lord’s command.
As a result, the sight of iron and fire now made their blood run hot. It boiled in their veins, flushing through their vessels. Their muscles bulged, taut and powerful, like unsheathed bullwhips.
Hot blood flowed in their hearts, a fire that could never be extinguished.
They charged in silence toward their designated target. There were countless enemies, but they felt no fear, only the drive to press forward!
...
「On the walls of Broken City.」
The scene here was like a slaughterhouse. Severed limbs were everywhere, and hair and flesh had been trampled into a sticky pulp.
Everyone was fighting desperately, their minds consumed by the single thought of driving the enemy back.
"Fulina, we can’t hold on much longer!"
Ash Wind Speech’s voice trembled.
She had given up archery and now stood back-to-back with Fulina, clutching her Scepter. As far as she could see, there were only Wilderness People; the Elf Warriors were few and far between.
After three days and three nights of fighting, even though they were the defenders, they could no longer hold on against the Wilderness People, who fought like crazed Demons.
The enemy Casters blasting open their indestructible wall was the last straw. If the Tree-man Race hadn’t plugged the gap, they would have already been defeated, forced to abandon this place and retreat deeper into their territory.
Fulina wasn’t in much better shape. Her exquisite Silver Armor was covered in slash marks, and the light from the Magic Stone on her chest was flickering erratically, a clear sign that its stored Magic Power was nearly depleted.
Fulina didn’t want to speak. She gazed out; below the wall was a boundless sea of the Wilderness Alliance Army.
And of the reinforcements she’d been hoping for, there wasn’t the slightest sign.
’Is this where my life will end?’
No matter how proud she was, at this moment, she couldn’t help but have such a thought.
As for regret? There was none. Fulina only felt indignation.
Just like when she had killed that person with her own hands, she never regretted her actions.
Wait...
Suddenly, Fulina’s eyes went wide.
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