"This is progress. It proves that the humans are beginning to weaken." Rend laughed.
At the beginning of the attack, the humans could still use the high mobility of the mage's teleportation and the sniping of the two half-elves to prevent the Beastmen from gaining any advantage.
(Of course, half was referring to Lilas Windrunner. Even though Alleria held her sister in high esteem, there was always a difference between an advertisement and reality, wasn't there? Lilas's archery was also very good. Her talent was also top-notch among the rangers. But she lacked the competitive heart of a strong warrior, which happened to be the most important thing for her to truly step into the realm of heroes.)
Now, even if the Beastmen still had to pay a high price, the Beastmen could still rely on their strong capital to deplete the strength of the Alliance.
The following days seemed to be a tug of war.
The humans only guarded the bridge, and at night, relied on long-range attacks to snipe the Beastmen's reclamation. Taking advantage of the arrival of the night, the craftsmen frantically built and repaired the catapults and ballistae.
During the day, there were still so many human soldiers patrolling the defense line of Sador Bridge that the Beastmen scouts were dazzled.
There seemed to be nothing wrong.
But the Stormgardians who were still at Sador Bridge were moved to tears.
Why?
The main force had all withdrawn!
Apart from the 5,000 elite soldiers and 3,000 craftsmen who were guarding the bridge, the rest had been orderly evacuated at a rate of about 5,000 people per night in the past week.
Without lighting torches, they only relied on the white cloth wrapped around each other's shoulders and walked back along the road under the guidance of the best scouts.
The range of the Dragonmaw Orcs was limited. As long as they were more than 20 kilometers away from the northern position of Sador Bridge, even ghosts would not know.
During the days of retreat, what Cirvanas did the most was not to kill the enemy near the cliff, but to kill the enemy scouts who went too deep into the defense line and rode on the flying dragons.
The remaining small team of elven rangers each had a few human scouts and a mage under Duque. Once they discovered the invasion of the tribe's flying dragons, Duque would immediately teleport with Queen Sylvie to the pre-set teleportation circle and kill the tribe's scouts. The scouts near the cliff line did not pay any attention.
Every night, there was only one person in charge of sniping the tribe — Duque.
After becoming a Morning Star Wizard, Duque could control 512 Magus Hands at the same time.
Being able to do it did not mean that it could be done in the long run.
For example, a grown man could lift something that weighed a hundred kilograms for a while, but if he wanted to lift it for an hour, it would really be impossible. Only one in ten thousand could do it.
Cirvanas, who had been following Duque for the past three days, quietly watched as Duque made all sorts of incredible efforts to save the lives of the 50,000 Torrential Castle soldiers.
Duque was clearly a mortal, but he demanded of him as a superman.
As a noble mage with a limitless future, not only did he personally fight on the frontlines, he did not hesitate to lower his status and do the lowly work of controlling the ballistae with the Hand of Magic.
From west to east, there were a total of twelve ballista positions, each with more than thirty ballistas, twelve catapults, and five hundred ballistas that were basically fixed, loaded, and aimed at the coast.
There was only one person controlling them, Duke Marcus.
With the help of the system elf, he shot a perfect kill in every wave, not letting a single laborer escape. Almost as soon as he finished attacking one position, Duque would immediately teleport to the next.
After he left, the logistics team of less than thirty people quickly came out and reloaded every ballista, catapult, and ballista.
It was no exaggeration to say that, depending on the situation of the tribe's attack, Duque would teleport back and forth between the twelve positions thirty to forty times in a night.
For the current Duke, just the huge consumption of stamina and spiritual force was enough to squeeze ten ordinary Morning Star Wizards dry, not to mention being a Wizard.
Duque was still persevering.
The people of Torrential Castle sighed at Duque's strength, and on the other hand, they were moved to tears by Duque's greatness.
Sometimes in the command post, Duque would be so tired that he would fall asleep while talking.
No one blamed Duque. Duque had done enough. If not for Duque, perhaps most of them would not have made it back to Torrential Castle alive.
On the eighth day, the most crucial moment had arrived.
According to the plan, all the troops would be withdrawn tonight, leaving only Duque and Cirvanas to bring up the rear.
This was simply inconceivable.
If not for Duque's various miracles over the past few days, everyone would have completely opposed Duque.
"Sir! You've done enough, that's good enough! If you want to sacrifice yourself in exchange for the survival of the people of Torrential Castle, then please forgive us for not being able to follow your orders! " Brigadier General Autreuse, who was the last to stay behind, shouted excitedly, raising his voice by a few notches, "Next, it's time for the people of Torrential Castle to bleed."
Not only Autreuse, but a dozen or so Stormgaard generals also stepped forward and formed a wall of will and flesh, blocking in front of Duque. "Summon His Majesty Solas Trollbane's order. 'Even if we have to kidnap, we must bring His Excellency Duke Marcus back to Torrential Castle ahead of time. It seems that a great hero like Duque should not die in such a pointless way. Compared to Torrential Castle, the Alliance needs Duke Marcus more! "
"What are you doing?! I know you mean well, but are you going to rebel? " At the same time, Cirvanas, who had drawn his twin swords, and Gavinrad, who had taken out his warhammer, stood in front of Duque, one on the left and one on the right.
Although they knew that most people would not fight, they had to have an attitude.
Brigadier General Autreuse did not expect Duque's men to react so fiercely, and his momentum was stifled for a moment.
Duque looked at Autreuse calmly. If there were no exceptions, this man would become a Marshal in the future. Duque sighed, and then his eyes gradually became full of power.
"Enough! I appreciate King Trollbane's good intentions. But remember, I am Duque! Duke Marcus! The wizard who would bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy even if he was defeated and had to retreat! When I retreated last time, I burned a hundred thousand Orcs to death. This time, I have to retreat. How can I be satisfied if I don't kill a hundred thousand Orcs? "
When Duque said this, Autreuse actually asked, "Then where are we going to get the kerosene?"
Duque froze, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Bastard, who said I'm going to start a fire again?"
"Ugh, God of Fire Duque isn't going to start a fire?"
Damn it, when did I become a god of fire?
Duque was so angry at Autreuse that he laughed until tears came out of his eyes, "Get lost! Who said I only know how to start a fire? Let me tell you, the one standing in front of you today is Ghost Schemer Duque! "
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