It was already the fourth day, but there was still no movement from the magic formation. Only now did Zeba realize that he was wrong. They couldn't hold on for seven days. After Reina and the others had left, the attacks of the evil spirits had never stopped. Every day, every night, they seemed to be unable to be completely exterminated, killing batch after batch.
Just how many people had died here?
Although the city gates hadn't been breached, and the city walls were still standing, the people inside seemed to have been defeated.
Some were crying, some were howling, and some were unable to bear the despair and jumped down from the cold walls.
"Milord! There are no more cannonballs! "
The soldier who came to report shouted hoarsely.
This was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The exhausted Zeba slammed the table.
"Then move the stones and send more people to guard the city walls."
The soldier revealed a troubled expression, as though he wanted to say something, but swallowed it back down. He bitterly said yes, and then slowly turned and left.
Everyone was exhausted. Of course, Zeba understood this, but he had no way to change the situation.
But at this moment, someone ran in.
"Lord Zeba! Things are bad. We've discovered a large group of enemies. There are at least twenty thousand of them! There are even enemies we haven't seen before. Milord, it's best if you see for yourself! "
Hearing this, Zeba frowned and immediately walked out. He lifted the curtain. The cold wind was still howling outside, and the sky and earth had been washed clean by the white snow. The field of vision was very wide. As far as the eye could see, the enemies were right in front of them.
"Milord! Let's give up on this place. If we continue to stay here, we'll all die here. "
One of his subordinates tried to persuade him.
"No, we can't leave. There are still three days. We have to hold."
"But although we still have a large amount of food, we don't have any more cannonballs. We can't hold this place with just these few people. If we bring enough food and throw away the excess, we can still return to Wusen. "
We can't go back. The gates of Wusen must have already been closed.
Zeba didn't say it out loud, because he knew that if the soldiers knew, they would definitely collapse.
He appeared very calm. "We can do this at any time, but it's not time yet. We still have these sturdy walls. Continue to hold on. Turn the snow into water, and use the ice formed from the water as ammunition. We can still hold on for a few more days."
Hearing this, the soldier stopped talking. As a soldier, he had said enough, even if he was a centurion.
They must think I'm crazy.
Ze Ba looked at the others, and they immediately avoided his gaze. Pieces of ice were moved to the top of the city walls. The enemy was already at the foot of the city walls. Without the baptism of fire, their numbers were somewhat terrifying. The soldiers tried their best to smash the ice down the city walls, but it was far from enough. The mages could no longer squeeze out any magic, and the elven archers …
"Where are the elves?"
At this time, Zeba realized that there was no trace of them on the city wall. Where did the elves go?
"They ran away when they discovered the enemy."
His subordinate's words made Zeba's face pale.
"What?"
"They jumped down from the North Gate and headed back. Before they left, they said that they had already done their best, but there was no need for them to die with us."
"Those treacherous elves!"
Zeba roared angrily. He was furious, but in his heart, he had already expected that these cunning elves would not fight with them until the last moment. But he never thought that they would leave when he needed them the most.
Before he could calm down, the city wall under his feet suddenly shook, and an unsettling sound of collision came from outside.
"What's wrong!"
Everyone immediately looked down the city wall and saw a group of evil spirits huddled in a corner, in the shape of a human pyramid on the city wall. Then the blue flames in their eyes burned down their bodies, and when they fell into their stomachs, they suddenly exploded with a bang.
The splashing limbs and countless splashes of blue liquid, and a dent appeared on the city wall.
They wanted to make a hole in the city wall!
"Stop them, aim at these damn things!"
Even if the soldiers hurriedly ran up and down the city wall, the explosions continued to sound. If this continued, the city wall would not last long.
Was it over?!
Zeba unwillingly turned his head and looked at the center of the city. The magic circle did not move at all, and some terrible thoughts emerged in his mind. Could they have been ambushed? Or the magic circle had lost its effect?
He became more and more confused, more and more terrified. Only his face still maintained an angry expression. This was already the only thing he could do, and that was to stand where everyone could see and pretend to have a card up his sleeve, acting as a calming stone for everyone.
But the effect of this stone was getting smaller and smaller. As long as there was a hole in the city wall, they would be surprised to find that this stone was just an ordinary stone.
Seeing that failure was a foregone conclusion, at this moment, a horn sound came from behind everyone, and the shocked people were attracted by this horn sound.
Dead people would not blow the horn. This was the horn of hope!
He turned around and saw a group of Wolf Riders rushing over. A huge Giant Demon yelled and threw out a few huge rocks, which smashed into the Evil Spirits' formation with a few loud bangs.
It's him!
Zeba's eyes widened, and he saw their leader from afar. It was Bone Animator Nu Rui!
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