What did you do with the dice?

Rusalka swung the greatsword in his hand, and several rat heads flew in front of him. The pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils, but he remained unmoved. His ability allowed him to remain absolutely calm and focused at this moment. The sound of metal breaking and bones bursting continued to ring around him.

He is a performer named Death. The soldiers together form a band, using life as the music score. Screams, wails and howls constitute the movement, and the battlefield itself is the best theater.

The table magic seemed to be designed to restrict the behavior of the machine gun, following the strange restriction of "can only be used once per round". Even if it was a trick, if he did not use the fast casting talent, Sanita could only release it once every 10 seconds. Faced with such a large number of enemy troops, he had to ask Komodo and Sarolt to focus on protecting him.

Fortunately, protecting mages is common sense, and the two did not think there was anything wrong with this request. With the support of these two high-end combat forces, the surrounding enemies could not get close to them at all, and they could cast spells and chant calmly. This made Sani Tieta feel for the first time the warm care of the other world for the mage profession.

So, he used a spell that he thought he would never be able to use in his life, which was also the first magic that Rusalka encountered when she first came to this world.

"Chain of fire bombs."

Countless flame bombs whizzed past, fired at a high frequency of one shot per second, and the camera could turn its waist to switch the shooting angle by at least 120 degrees. Every 2-3 shots could take the life of a ratman.

In this kind of cold weapon battlefield, what does it feel like to be able to hold a heavy machine gun tower that is hundreds of years ahead of the technology tree? That’s what Sani Iron Tower feels like now.

Rusalka noticed the Sani Tower and was so envious that her eyes turned green. She swung her shield and blew a ratman's head off: (Fuck, V50 you, can you let me play this?)

Sunny Tower: (You can play, no one is stopping you from playing. Can you blame me if you can’t learn it yourself?)

In short, Rusalka was very regretful, and this kind of indigenous magic could not be purchased with ability points, which meant that even if he leveled up, he would not be able to learn it.

The shouts and cries of killing were endless, and the entire city wall fell into great chaos in an instant. Everyone was trying their best to break free from this black wave. Many soldiers even fled to the stairs at the back out of fear.

Of course, there is a supervision team downstairs. The fate of these fleeing soldiers is only death. In such a life-and-death moment of defending the city, in such a battlefield where one cannot retreat a single step, the Sani Iron Tower must ensure the existence of a supervision team.

At least no soldier would be allowed to retreat until Rusalka and he retreated.

But as the killing went on, Rusalka, whose sword could create a fountain of blood every time he swung it, suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon: these ratmen were indeed fearless and unafraid of death. Even though so many of their companions had fallen around them, they were still driven by instinct to charge forward, biting the soldiers with their claws and teeth.

But... their attack was just that. They didn't use weapons, or they didn't have the intelligence to use weapons at all. They only needed to avoid the vital parts that were not protected by armor. This group of ratmen who attacked with instinct and body structure could not actually break through the defense.

Moreover, they were not wearing armor, and there was no value in wearing armor at all. They were just using their bodies to consume the physical strength and will of the defenders.

After realizing this, Rusalka swung his greatsword, creating a vacuum zone. He then hurriedly turned on the loudspeaker: "Everyone, calm down. These ratmen have no effective means of attack! They can be easily killed with a sword!"

Although a shout on the battlefield could not sober up those who were in a state of madness or fear, most of the soldiers who heard Rusalka's shouting realized that what he said seemed to make sense?

If he calmed down a little, he would realize that even though he was attacked by so many terrible enemies, those minions could only leave a faint scratch on his armor. As long as he was not caught in the same position repeatedly, or as long as he was not thrown to the ground and his helmet was not torn off, his life would not be in danger at all.

The role of these ratmen is just cannon fodder to interfere with the defenders' defense. Moreover, after being driven crazy and losing their minds, even if they climb onto the city wall, they cannot make a series of complex instructions such as "rush down and find the mechanism to open the gate."

But the battle situation was obviously not that easy. When Esdi's soldiers realized that they were completely crushing the enemy, the black spots in the sky began to form neat formations and flew rapidly over the city walls.

"It's the Hobbits! Get down!"

The effect of the amplification scroll used by Sanita was not ideal. By the time the soldiers reacted, the hobbits had already dropped countless stones, iron blocks, weapons, and debris from the air.

Rusalka: (I was so scared! I thought they were going to drop Explosive Crystals, which would really make them B-series bombers.)

Sani Iron Tower: (That's a strategic material specialty of the Snidi Kingdom, transformed through alchemy. It sells for 100 gold coins a piece on the black market, and you can only occasionally get a few bucks thanks to your status. How could the Ai'er Empire possibly have it? Do you really think the Snidi Kingdom's armaments are a bunch of crap?)

Rusalka: (Uh, isn't it?)

Although it is not an exploding crystal, the stone is not much better.

Under the indiscriminate stone throwing by the hobbits, although the ratmen would almost certainly die if hit by one stone, even those soldiers wearing helmets would at least suffer a concussion and fall to the ground if hit on the forehead by stones falling freely from the air at such a height. Once they fell to the ground on the battlefield, it almost meant death. Although those ratmen were furious, they still knew how to finish off the enemy.

Even if you don't finish off the enemy, you will be trampled to death by the incoming enemies or by your own people who are so bloodthirsty that they don't even look at the people under their feet.

But since the Hobbits dared to come, the wizards here were no pushovers. Before the magic of the Sani Tower was completed, the Marquis at the main city gate next door had already demonstrated a textbook anti-air magic - the No-Fly Spell.

The origin of the forbidden air magic was an early gaseous barrier spell - the atmospheric barrier. It solidified the gas to prevent the airflow from moving, so that attacks such as wind blades and poisonous fog were blocked outside the solidified airflow and could not approach the mage.

Later, it was accidentally discovered that the falling speed of any object within the effective range of this barrier was fixed. People in this world did not need physical knowledge, nor did they need to derive the formula for gravitational acceleration. It was enough to know one thing - it could fight against the "non-magical effects" of flying creatures, making the flapping of wings no longer have any effect.

Therefore, the atmospheric barrier magic underwent certain modifications, shortening its duration, increasing its chanting time, casting range, and effective range, and became an anti-air magic - the no-fly spell.

It only takes 2-3 seconds, and those hobbits under the influence of magic will fall from the sky like dumplings, either smashed into mud, or seriously injured and killed after landing.

Occasionally, a few lucky ones escaped the magic range before falling to the ground, or the magic effect ended, allowing them to support their bodies and fly up without falling, but this height was enough for countless archers who had been waiting for a long time to try out the feel of a live target.

A few seconds after the Marquis rained a dumpling, he turned off the Fireball Machine Gun Tasanian Tower as soon as the Harpies appeared, and the magic he had prepared was completed.

The magic he used was exactly the same as the Marquis's - he had just learned it from him two days ago.

If there are standard answers, don't think about innovation. What's wrong with time travelers? Copying homework is the safest option.

And after all, it is a special period. The Marquis will not hide his abilities at this time. If he really has that kind of world-destroying magic that can destroy half of the enemy's army in one move, he would be eager to teach it to Sanita as soon as possible so that he can work together and each of them can directly destroy half of the enemy to make it perfect.

Of course, the Marquis couldn't be the only wizard in his mansion, so the other wizards naturally followed suit. However, the hobbits retreated very quickly, and not all of them had the good stuff that could speed up spellcasting in the hands of Sanita and the Viscount. Therefore, the subsequent atmospheric shields did not play a very good role and could only take down a few hobbits that fell at the back of the team.

Accompanied by bursts of military trumpets, the ratmen in the rear who were not in a frenzy began to retreat.

At this point, the first wave of attack was barely blocked.

But this is not something to be happy about. The absence of elite troops also means that such a large-scale attack is just a tentative feint.

Chapter 94: Mingyue City Defense (5)

Just as Sanitieta and his men were casting spells, in the enemy's central camp, several fox warlocks were sitting around a crystal ball, all looking up at the ceiling.

Of course, they were not treating cervical spondylosis, but the crystal ball on the table served as a projector + monitor, projecting images from the direction of the city wall onto the white ceiling.

In the center of the tent was a golden-haired six-tailed fox girl wearing a white veil and a shrine maiden's costume.

If Rusalka saw this, she would definitely call her wife as usual, and then turn around and ask Sanitieta to explain from the perspective of alien biology why she was missing three tails and what impact the missing three tails would have on her (10 points).

If you cannot answer this compulsory knowledge point about how your wedding photos will be affected, you will not get any points.

A Wolf general, with a long scar running through his eye, walked into the tent and knelt on one knee before the fox witch in the center. "Sir, we have almost figured out the enemy's deployment. We can now launch the full attack."

The fox witch in the center nodded and said softly, "The human army is nothing to worry about. Did you see the number and position of the enemy mages?"

"There are three in the south and three in the middle, including the most powerful wizard. It seems to be the legendary archmage, Marquis Banner himself. There is only one wizard in the north, but his strength is not weak, second only to the Marquis."

The Aiel Empire only fears the wizards of Snidi because they are mysterious and powerful. Even the most intelligent Fox warlock in the empire is still unable to decipher how those unpredictable magic runes are created and how they work.

And those human wizards with very short lifespans were able to quickly find magical means to counter their El Empire time and time again, just like this magic that prevented the hobbits from flying. Even if the warlocks racked their brains and understood the principle, they could not come up with a solution other than "killing the caster."

It is easy to come up with magic to eliminate the fluidity of the air, and 99% of mages choose to stand on the shoulders of giants.

But coming up with a magic to restore fluidity is as difficult as building a hanging garden. You need to be the giant yourself. Perhaps it is because the [Ancient Hidden Danger] at Rushaka's point has played its role in the world view. According to the comparison between the level of modern magic and the ancient times, everyone found that it is now difficult for new giants to appear.

Especially in this world where Newton's coffin is only half closed, most magic and the like are result-oriented behaviors, and there is no reverse logic at all.

Moreover, the El Empire did not understand magic very well, and those warlocks only had skills inherited through blood memory and were not innovative. Therefore, their only way to judge the strength of the Sinidi Kingdom's mages was to look at their casting speed. Although this judgment standard was not accurate, it could not be said to be wrong.

A mage with a fast casting speed may not be strong, but a strong mage must have a fast casting speed.

This is also one of the few drawbacks of the El Empire. When a creature's claws are too sharp and its body is too strong, that creature will no longer focus on wisdom. Unable to fully comprehend magic, they will go to the other extreme - if they can't figure it out, they will use absolute force to crush it.

"Then let's attack the north gate, release 'it', and kill the mage."

"Your Highness, is it really a good idea to send 'it' so early? If it escapes during the chaos, recapturing it would cost you a lot of manpower and require your personal intervention. It would be better to let the wolf cavalry try first."

The fox witch in the center thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, I'll give you one day."

So, just when the soldiers on the city wall had finished cleaning up the corpses and had no time to rest, the second wave of attack came again with the sound of military bugles.

"Damn it, these war maniacs, they really don't let me rest for a moment!" Komodo spat and kicked the head of a rat man on the ground like a ball. "Assholes, I want to see how many cannon fodders they can kill."

Sanita was observing the enemy's movements through a telescope. "But this time, there are far fewer cannon fodder on our side. This suggests they're planning to deploy their main forces here, using us as their primary attack point. Tsk, is this determined by the number of mages?"

Rusalka polished her sword, switched to a new shield, and grumbled, "You caterpillar, what's with all that imagination? Why do you think deploying fewer cannon fodder is the main point of attack? Shouldn't it be the other way around, with us being the feint?"

Sani Iron Tower: "Cannon fodder is used to buy time. Those ratmen have no ability to capture the city. No matter how many they send in, they are just consumables. They only send enough to silence the city defenses, which means they plan to send regular troops to follow.

"The other walls are sending so many cannon fodder just to hold them back and prevent them from sending reinforcements. A fierce battle is about to begin. Call the supply troops over, and all reserves stand by! Runners, call the camps in other directions and tell their commanders this intelligence, and have them send troops to support this area!"

The messenger received the order and ran down the city wall like a flash.

Sarolt: "I hope support can arrive soon."

Sarolt, a paladin, and the other paladins around him who were energized by the news of reinforcements still had a glimmer of hope in their hearts, but the soldiers on the kingdom's side, including Sanitita and Rusalka, had no illusions that the messenger could call for reinforcements.

After all, there are essential differences in the war qualities of each party.

The wars of the El Empire are indiscriminate and aggressive wars. It is an instinct ingrained in their bones, so once the soldiers go to the battlefield, they almost forget their own lives. Although it is difficult for them to execute complete orders, they can rely on numbers + combat talent + fearlessness to kill the enemy. If it were not for racial divisions and endless problems in ancient times, the El Empire would probably have taken over most of the world long ago.

Rusalka: The Great Khan Crisis.

Esdi's war is a war of faith. All soldiers are united and fight with a bright future in their hearts. They are also not afraid of death, because sacrifice is a dogmatic virtue. However, while they are not afraid of death, they are afraid of the death of their teammates. Thus, a circle of comrades-in-arms who help each other are formed, which can perfectly execute the combat orders of their superiors and minimize casualties.

Rusalka: The Lost Empire.

As for the Kingdom of Sneidi, uh, the quality of its soldiers is not on par with that of its nobles, so there is really nothing they can do. They can only hope to fight for the rest of their lives on the battlefield. They have a kind of bachelor beauty, without much talent or ability, and their equipment is not as good as that of the Dwarf United Kingdom next door who believes in the Lord of Time. They rely entirely on the magic left by the Supreme Arcane to fight. At most, they have strong units such as mages and knights to slightly make up for their disadvantages in the war.

Rusalka: Uh... at the highest difficulty level, players who look for their dads everywhere in the early stages?

Therefore, even Sanita and Rusalka find it incredible that the Kingdom of Sinidi has survived to this day. Perhaps it is very likely that in ancient times, the knights of the Kingdom of Sinidi were really more powerful than the wizards. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why it is so ordinary yet so confident that it can expand its territory to such a large extent and even open it next to the hometown of the Seven Sins Church.

Therefore, during wartime, Sinidi was the least likely to actively help their allies. Who wouldn't want to have their gates as heavily guarded as possible? You said they were just feinting, so what? And they just provided support when asked? How could that be possible?

Even if it is true, they will have to wait until your side is really about to collapse and the supreme commander gives a death order, and then they will come to support you because of the principle of "lips and teeth are in danger". This means that it is almost impossible to send support before the city wall here is completely captured.

So according to this logic, no matter what the situation is, the soldiers responsible for guarding the city walls will definitely not be able to see the support with their own eyes.

The war drums sounded, and the enemy's second attack arrived as expected. The black tide with blood-red eyes surged again. The soldiers who had experienced a great battle but did not get enough rest could only pick up their weapons with tired hands again to face this war where there was no sign of victory at all.

Rusalka did not consider how well the neighboring city wall was defended, because he clearly saw that among the phalanxes of ratmen, there seemed to be several foxes wearing white masks.

They gently shook a bell in their hand, and after hearing the sound of the bell, the eyes of those crazy ratmen suddenly regained clarity. Not only that, the madness was instantly replaced by fear. The entire team was suddenly split into several groups, and several smooth roads opened in front of the fox priestesses.

Immediately afterwards, several loud wolf howls pierced through the battlefield. The wolf cavalry that Rusalka had been thinking about finally came rushing from the rear. They bypassed the fox witch, urged the giant wolves under their crotch, stepped on the space left by the ratmen and charged towards the city wall at a rapid speed.

Each wolf rider wore steel armor. Although their magic skills were not up to par, the El Empire had no shortage of slaves and laborers who could forge steel and make armor. The vast territory also meant that it had no shortage of natural resources. Not only was each wolf rider equipped with medium armor, but each wolf was also equipped with a fine iron helmet.

Even Rusalka knew that she had to inflict as much damage as possible before the enemy rushed over: "Shield guards, protect the crossbowmen, move forward, recapture the city defense equipment, and quickly shoot the wolf cavalry! Archers, fire freely, quickly!"

However, things did not go as he wished. After the fox witches in the back cleared the way for the wolf riders, they also followed and sat on the back of a wolf rider carrying a large shield. When the soldier who was specially responsible for protecting them brought them to the shooting range, they began to shake the bells in their hands and chanted something. Then, at the end of the spell, they simultaneously took out several sparkling gems from their arms and crushed them.

The chanting stopped at this moment.

The red ripples quickly radiated outward from them, sweeping across the entire battlefield. Everyone who was swept by the ripples was startled, but when they realized that there was nothing wrong, they breathed a sigh of relief.

But in their ears, they all seemed to hear a faint, mournful whisper that seemed to not belong to this world:

“Restrict their movements.”

Although the humans were not affected, the rats that were swept by the ripples suddenly rushed forward like crazy. If they had only lost most of their sanity before and still retained the desire to attack, then at this moment they seemed to be really crazy. They had even forgotten the most basic attack moves and only knew how to perform one action - pounce and hug the nearest enemy.

Even if they were stabbed several times and were dying, as long as they had a breath left, they would still stubbornly rush towards the nearest soldier and hold on to him tightly.

"Damn it, get out of here!" There were three or four ratmen hanging on Komodo's body. He swung his legs angrily and kicked away two headless ratmen, but then three or four more continued to pounce on him and hugged his calves. These were like mosquitoes in summer. No matter how he chased them away, he couldn't drive them away, and no matter how he slapped them, he couldn't get rid of them. These enemies made him furious, but he could only fall into a helpless situation of passively hacking and shaking off.

Sarolt, who was originally protected by the flame of consecration, could not help but wear one or two "pendants" at this moment. No matter how much power of holy light he had, it was not endless. In this battle that had lasted for several hours, the amount of holy light in his body was not much. At this moment, he didn't even dare to use the enchantment when wielding his weapon.

As for Rusalka, he implemented the strategic principle of being frugal in a major battle. Ever since he found out that the ratmen couldn't break through their defense, he didn't use a single ring position from beginning to end, and didn't use a single Holy Slash. Relying on his unlimited physical strength, he carried out the repeated sword-swinging exercise to kill rats for several hours.

At this moment, everyone in the audience was exhausted, but he was the only one who felt refreshed because the other side had sent the wolf cavalry - he could finally change his fighting style.

But this was certainly not good news. The suicidal behavior of the ratmen put the city's firepower in jeopardy, and the wolf cavalry, who had not suffered too many long-range attacks, easily stepped on the corpses of their teammates and rushed to the edge of the city wall.

They stepped tightly on the saddle, grabbed the reins on the wolf's back, and then urged the wolf to climb the wall. Their strong physical ability allowed them to sit firmly on the mount's back without falling even when their bodies formed a 90-degree angle with the wall. Once the wolf jumped onto the wall, they would reach their home ground on the flat ground.

He swung the unsheathed scimitar at his waist and killed several ratmen who were blocking his way. The next to suffer were the crossbowmen closest to the edge of the city wall. They were caught by the ratmen and could not move. They could only face the fate of being pounced on and bitten by the wolves, or being killed by the scimitar.

Most hand crossbows were not very effective against the defense of medium armor. Most soldiers had never fought such a bad battle. The wolf cavalry did not care about the lives of their friendly ratmen at all. When faced with soldiers who were caught by several ratmen at the same time, they would not hesitate to choose to kill both the ratmen and the soldiers together.

Sani Tieta also realized that the wolves under the crotch of these wolf cavalrymen were even powerful combat units. The wolf cavalrymen who could ride their mounts onto the city walls, together with those damn ratmen, were extremely lethal to the defenders.

Even though there were only a dozen wolf riders who jumped up first, three of them were killed on the spot by the three big knights. The rest of the wolf riders also killed at least more than 30 soldiers here after jumping up.

Looking at the wolf cavalrymen who had jumped up from all directions, gradually taking over the positions of the ratmen, and even grabbing the corpses and throwing them off the city wall to make room for subsequent friendly forces, Sanitta felt that if there was no additional support at this moment, the fall of the city wall would probably be only a matter of time.

When the wolf cavalry jumped up, he had already stopped his magic shooting, used invisibility to hide his figure, and slowly hid in the last row to prepare some cover spells.

Just as he was about to start calculating the time to retreat, a scorching white light swept across the battlefield, and a huge explosion swept across an area, blowing the soldiers and four wolf riders into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, three more beams of light came from behind. They cleverly avoided the positions of several great knights and chose to bombard the area where the enemy was most concentrated.

This indiscriminate attack method is so familiar. I didn't expect that when I used to denounce its cruelty of not distinguishing between friend and foe, I couldn't help but cheer for it today. It really is a matter of time. This is a powerful weapon for the weak to make a comeback.

That’s right, the support is coming from the magic cannons on the tallest clock tower in the city!

Rusalka swore that she would never look down on the clock tower as a small building again, and would add a spire to the aquarium she was planning to build in her own Silver City when she returned.

Rusalka swung her sword and chopped off the head of a wolf that was passively intimidated by her. When Wolf, who was like a brother to the wolf, rushed over with a roar, she used her neck to block the opponent's scimitar. In the opponent's angry and shocked eyes, she swung the back of the knife with her backhand, like a golf shot, and hit the opponent dozens of meters away.

Seeing that the other party fell from the city wall from such a height, I guess he would definitely not survive. Maybe if he is lucky, he could even kill one of them.

Rusalka sighed, feeling unfair for the enemy. Since he had been slashed by the wolf cavalry's scimitar before, he was now immune to the scimitar's damage from head to toe.

Even the barber would frown when he saw this, because every strand of hair on his head could block the blade of a razor - if a razor could be considered a slashing damage.

He felt that if the three unlucky guys who were killed by him using his "vital points" to block the knife knew this information, they would probably not be able to swallow their anger even after drinking the Mengpo soup.