They were coming.
Shrouded in corrupted mana and dust, filled with hatred for the living and mana, they brought destruction and madness in the Gondor wasteland, setting foot on the traps and minefields of Cecil's domain.
Their attack was truly earth-shattering.
The instant the alarm sounded, the atmosphere on the city walls instantly tensed up. The recruits were equipped with heat ray guns and raised force field shields. Under the leadership of the commanders and veterans, they stepped onto the city walls to form a defensive line. And in their line of sight, the monsters were crazily roaring, as though they did not feel any pain as they trampled on the mine-filled plains. The scene was tragic, shocking, and terrifying.
Cecil's army had a ratio of recruits that would give any commander a headache. Of the thousand-strong army, more than eight hundred were recruited after the first defensive battle. Even if they had the best equipment and complete training, they were still recruits. Without experiencing the pressure of the battlefield, there would always be an insurmountable obstacle between them and veterans. To reduce the negative impact in that regard, Gwen had done his best to increase the ratio of the recruits' practical training. He had them go to the depths of the jungle to protect the expedition party and fight against the daemons, let them train in the mountains, and even sent them to the northern wastelands and the periphery of Kant's domain to eliminate bandits and mercenaries who had gathered during the chaos in Kant's domain. Relying on such methods, he barely ensured that every member of Cecil's army had seen blood and guns, allowing the recruits to grow. But they still had to pass today's test to truly pass the recruit period.
After today, even if they were still not experienced veterans, at least they had completely removed the label of a recruit.
The blood-red smoke gushing out of the gap in the mountains was increasing in number, gradually forming a terrifying blood-red cloud. And the aberrations gushing out of the cloud were rushing toward the southern wall of Cecil's domain. The breath of the living and the ubiquitous magical reaction in the city were like bright lights in the night for these monsters. They rushed out of the mountains with a clear target, and even if there was a minefield exploding in front of them, they did not hesitate.
Gwen had always believed that landmines were a good thing, especially when dealing with brainless monsters. No matter how many landmines were buried on the battlefield, these simple-minded monsters would not hesitate to rush up and then step on the entire minefield in a straight line. But it turned out that the effective landmines could not completely eliminate the threat of the aberrations because the monsters were too strong and their 'physiological structure' was too strange.
A crystal mine could completely blow up the lower body of a monster, but in the face of such injuries, they would not die at all, nor would they retreat in fear. Instead, they would continue to crawl forward with what was left of their upper body until they triggered the second or even the third mine before they were completely killed. Therefore, although these monsters were very efficient at stepping on landmines, at the same time, they were also amazingly efficient at 'demining' them with their bodies.
In the continuous thunder explosions, the blood-red cloud was rapidly approaching the city wall. The soldiers on the watchtower could already see the terrifying scene of the monsters spiraling in the air and falling in all directions through their binoculars. After a special wooden stake with a flag tied to it in the center of the minefield was also shrouded in the foul breath of the demonic tide, the second alarm rang. Knight Byron's vigorous voice resounded throughout the city wall. "The enemy is in position. Catapults ready to fire!"
As the winches were loosened, the special small trebuchets started to operate. Crystal bombs the size of skulls drew long arcs in the air and landed on the battlefield that was shrouded in an ominous black and red smoke. The next second, continuous and more shocking explosions exploded on the battlefield. The magnificent flashes and lightning flames seemed to be tearing apart the smoke cloud, stirring up a storm of shrapnel and heat among the monsters.
"Retract the winch and continue to fire!"
"Continue to fire! Balto, retract the winch and continue to fire!"
The roar of his comrades awakened Balto from his stupor. The Typhon Knight felt his heart pounding, and his blood was boiling in his chest. He looked blankly at the distant plains that were covered in explosions and flames. There was only one thought in his mind at that moment: This is the battlefield they are facing?
Balto subconsciously executed the action. It was not difficult to operate the catapult, and for the Knight with amazing strength, retracting the winch was not a problem at all. However, as he subconsciously tightened the winch and repositioned the crystal bombs, he felt that his brain was a little out of control, and a sense of numbness slowly crept into his mind.
This was not the battlefield he imagined! It was also different from the battlefield he had experienced before!
He was an elite of Typhon, a battle-hardened Knight. He was not a newbie, nor was he a country militia that had not seen the world. On the border between Ansu and Typhon, he and the soldiers he led had experienced all kinds of crises. Although the two countries had not officially declared war, the private friction between the two sides had escalated to the stage of bloodshed. In those small battlefields that were not recognized by both sides, he had faced swords and swords, and he had also killed enemies with his own hands. However, there was no battlefield that was like what he saw —
The two sides were separated by hundreds of meters, but the battle had already begun. Blood, fire, lightning, and explosions enveloped the entire battlefield. The unknown monsters charged fearlessly in the explosions, while the soldiers guarding the city continued to rain more lightning and explosions on the enemies.
It was not even time for the swords to be unsheathed.
Of course, there were battle mages in this world. Mages could also create thunder, fire, and arcane missiles to attack the enemy from a distance. However, how many battle mages could there be on a battlefield? How many times could a battle mage release such powerful spells?
In this world, spells like Pyroblast could cover the entire battlefield!
Balto had imagined himself being pushed up the wall by the Ansu soldiers to participate in the defense of the city. Behind him stood the invigilators, while he and his comrades from Typhon held swords and swords in front of him as a shield. Only by desperately waving their swords and swords could they avoid being beheaded by the invigilators and fight for a chance of survival on the battlefield. He did not expect himself to be operating the catapults here. He also did not expect that the "stones" thrown by the catapults would be such terrifying things!
Balto suddenly remembered that when he was carrying the crystal bombs in the afternoon, his hands accidentally slipped and a few "iron balls" fell on the wall. He could not help but break out in a cold sweat.
What he did not know was that the steel balls actually had a rather reliable safety device, and they relied on rune triggers, mechanical springs, and locking mechanisms to control them. They were not simply "exploding upon contact". Only when the copper latches on the steel balls were pulled out before loading the catapults would they have the ability to explode. And only when the catapults were thrown to the ground from the catapults would the triggers inside be released and cause an explosion …
The second round of crystal bombs was thrown out by the catapults, causing a new round of explosions among the monsters. At this time, the monsters had already crossed half of the battlefield with their powerful inhuman bodies. Sometimes, powerful physical strength was so unreasonable. They did not have any command or tactics, but they could just "recklessly" advance all the way. When facing such an enemy, humans could only rely on numbers, wisdom, and strength.
Solderin drew his longbow, and a pale green Mana vortex appeared at the tip of the longbow. The three arrows nocked on the bowstring were enchanted by the Mana and glowed with a crystalline luster. He then released the bowstring, and the three arrows whistled through the air. A moment later, the three monsters on the battlefield were blasted into smithereens.
The arrows of a high-grade ranger were no less powerful than the crystal bombs.
Solderlin did not pay attention to the results of his arrows at all. He just silently continued to draw arrows, draw the bow, and shoot.
These monsters were the same as they were seven hundred years ago, but his old friend seemed to have come up with a lot of new things. The explosive "catapults" and traps were quite powerful. Middle-grade or even high-grade professions would not be able to survive if they were attacked by these things. After this battle, perhaps he should ask his old friend how these powerful weapons worked. But the premise was that he could defend his position and let this territory withstand the attack of the monsters.
The "bloody front line" of the monsters continued to weaken as they advanced, but they were still gradually approaching the wall. After the second mark was covered by the enemy, a new order was passed to the ears of the soldiers.
"Grenade throwers, ready —"
The soldiers on the wall immediately stepped forward. Baskets of crystal grenades had been prepared behind the battlements. At this moment, the initial nervousness and fear had gradually become numb. Obeying orders had become the deepest instinct of these soldiers. They took out the grenades, released the safety, and waited for their commander's order.
"Throw the grenades!"
With the support of the ten-meter-high wall, the distance of the grenades was greatly increased. The concentrated explosions soon covered the heads of the monsters who were lucky enough to avoid the minefields and catapults.
Gawain stood on the high city wall and watched as the tide of monsters gradually thinned out and became powerless under round after round of attacks. This wave of mutants had been whittled down to only 20% of their numbers before they could even get close enough to release corrosive energy arrows. There was no doubt that they would fall at the foot of the new city wall.
But he dared not let his guard down because the "large monsters" mentioned in the report had not yet entered the battlefield. At this moment, the number of monsters attacking was only half of the reported number.
His eyes were fixed on the center of the battlefield. At the edge of the catapults' shooting range, a few particularly eye-catching dark red clouds were stirring up. There were several huge figures hidden in the clouds, and behind the clouds, the remaining mutants were pouring out of the mountain path and forming a new wave of attack.
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