The Origin of Arcane

Are these guys human or ghosts?

Where did it come from?

Didn't the City Lord and Your Excellency the General lead the army out to raid?

Those monkey-like mountain people should be killed and the shit out of it!

The captain of the tower guard squadron was full of doubts, and couldn't help kicking his own soldiers again, but these soldiers were not as high-quality as he was. Number eight people, two-thirds of them are slave soldiers, these guys are half-fed all day long.

Even in broad daylight, it was still lifeless, two people couldn't be used as one person, don't expect them to be efficient at all, the anxious tower guard squadron leader was furious, wishing to cut down two on the spot.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The violent banging on the door made the hair on the back of the captain's head stand up. The speed of the opponent's attack on the city was too fast. In just a few tens of seconds, this section of the city wall fell completely.

No matter how lax their defense was, there would be at least seven or eight guards on this section of the city wall, including a knight, who didn't even form a serious resistance.

Block the door, block the door, block the door. The captain of the tower guard squadron shouted hoarsely, before he could move anything else, he pushed directly behind the door. He didn't realize that his voice was distorted, filled with deep fear .

This kind of fear is not only the fear of facing danger, but also because I haven't figured out who my enemy is. This kind of unknown further amplifies the negative emotions in my heart.

clank……

Ah... ah...

There were screams and bowstrings one after another, and when the tower guard squadron leader turned his head again, nearly half of his soldiers had fallen.

In their panic, they forgot that the tower has more than one entrance, and the top floor has a staircase going down. The curtain wall seven or eight meters high is useless to the other party, let alone a tower that is only four or five meters taller than the curtain wall. The other party is condescending , They who gathered in the small room suddenly became living hands.

Andis mountain hunter.

The captain of the tower guard squadron finally saw the other party's appearance clearly by the light of the fire. It was not a ghost, but an extremely authentic Andesian mountain face, and a very young face, and he used an ordinary Andy Bow hunting.

The captain of the tower guard squadron usually dismisses this kind of bow, and always thinks that this kind of soft bow is not very useful on the battlefield, but now it has become a real killer, so he didn't react too much at all. , was nailed to death behind the door by the hunting bow that he despised.

The gate of the tower building that was out of the way was also kicked open, and the people outside rushed in anxiously, Don't waste time, leave three people to occupy the commanding heights and carry out long-range cover, and the others speed up to the tower to gather and cover the other brothers to open city ​​gate.

clear.

Like the previous Andes mountain people, the Andes mountain people who rushed in were also very young, and they cooperated with each other tacitly without muddling. They rushed in like a whirlwind, and washed away like a whirlwind. The entire tower offensive and defensive battle took no more than three minutes.

This kind of situation didn't just happen in one corner, but spread over half of the city wall of Bastille.

Kleist found himself turned into a headless fly, and when he arrived at the place where the police signal came, all he was left with was a field of dead bodies, the dead bodies of Bastille soldiers, if not for the occasional Mixed with the faces of the Andes mountain people he was not familiar with, he really thought that ghosts were coming.

Although he claims to be full of wit and tricks, in the face of the chaos in front of him, he will not be able to think of a good countermeasure for a while.

After running around for a while, I suddenly realized that the real gains and losses were not on the curtain walls and arrow towers, but on the city gates.

The opponent's number of jumping soldiers is definitely not many, and the ultimate goal is to open the city gate and let his own army in.

As long as they guard the city gates, they will be invincible. When their reinforcements arrive, these jumping soldiers who entered the city will become their dinner.

Sure enough, the loudest fighting sound came from the city gate.

Kleist the Fox was overjoyed, which meant that the city gate hadn't been lost, and they still had a chance. This was the only good news he got tonight.

He didn't dare to stop at all, and rushed towards the city gate at the fastest speed in his life, lest he would be one step too late this time, and he would see a pile of dead bodies and an open gate by then.

So even though I encountered several waves of enemies on the road, I didn't spend time dealing with them, and rushed over with a sullen head, only piercing the throat of an enemy who didn't open his eyes.

His sword is in the civilized stick that never leaves his body. It is a stabbing sword that is only popular among the upper-class nobles. His sword skills are not too fancy, and there is only one word fast, which is so fast that people can't see it at all. I don't know the movement of his sword.

By the time the enemy reacted, he had already sheathed his sword, and the only adjective he could think of was a flash of cold light, and then there was no more, the person was dead.

The city gate is the weakest point of a castle. This kind of cognition is completely wrong.

It is because he looks weak, every castle will strengthen its protection when designing, design a lot of defensive measures such as urn, broken gate, suspension bridge, moat, etc., and the troops stationed are also the strongest.

This is no exception in Bastille. There are four towers guarding both sides alone, not to mention a small barracks between the inner city and the outer city. military.

The Hundred Guards is a dedicated and independent garrison. There are no special circumstances and they will not be easily mobilized. This time the old Bolton went out in person is no exception.

The city gate garrison did not live up to its reputation as an elite. When the disturbance on the city wall first broke out, the entire hundred guards were almost assembled. Alves, the centurion of the city gate garrison, was wearing double armor. Wearing a red cloak, his short and stocky figure is like a wild boar, which is very consistent with his nickname Boar.

But unlike Eriksson the Bull, he is not an Odin orc, but a serious Byron.

The adjutant of the city gate garrison said worriedly: Master Hundred Guards, the curtain walls and towers are about to be lost, should we send troops to support them?

Wild boar Alves said in a muffled voice: Our duty is to guard the city gate. Even if the whole castle is lost, as long as we keep the city gate, we are doing our duty. If other places keep guard, the city will The door is lost, this is our biggest dereliction of duty.

What kind of bullshit theory is this, if the castle is lost, it is useless for us to just guard a city gate?

The adjutant complained for a while, but he knew the temper of his superior. If it sounds good, it’s called admitting death, but if it’s not good, there is a string in his head. Can't change.

In the words of the city lord, he is a born defender. It is precisely because of this sentence that the bull Eriksson who followed him with the city lord has become a general, and even some people who have been under him have already become generals. Promoted to captain, he is still just a guard guarding the city gate.

If it were someone else, he would have been full of complaints when faced with such treatment, but this Lord is fine, he is at ease, and has fulfilled his duties day by day for decades, and it is the same today.

The boar Alves' single-minded way of doing things caused some confusion to the rhythm of the night raiders. Before launching the attack, they had already made several plans. Among all the plans, the city gate garrison The immediate reaction is the trickiest kind.

Although the city gate garrison has only one hundred guards, it is really tough.

Not only are each of them veterans who have experienced many battles, they also have an absolute advantage in terms of weapons and armor. Even the worst ones are all in chain mail, and there are quite a few full-body iron armor.

The dozen or so guards gathered around the boar Alves were all lined with chain mail like the boar, and covered with iron armor outside, armed with throwing spears, half-handed swords, hand axes, and other weapons. to the teeth.

As for the night raiders, all leather armor, short swords, and hunting bows, in order to increase the speed of climbing the wall, they have no way to carry more equipment and supplies.

The most lethal thing in their hands is the hunting bow, but facing the heavy infantry armed to the teeth like the city gate garrison, they are a little weak. Unless they directly hit the weakest protection, otherwise they can only tickle them.

What's more, most people's arrow pots are already empty, and some were lucky enough to capture Zhang Jun's bow and replace it. Although it was not easy, it was better than fighting with a group of iron cans with a short sword. Some people really can only do this. In order to hurry, they did not search for other weapons, and it was too late to turn back now.

The night raider's hesitation only lasted for a minute, or not even a minute, and in a shout of execute the original plan, they rushed up like a tide, with such a clear goal and such firm footsteps, that they would not Any obstacle wavered in the slightest, not even the seemingly indestructible city gate garrison.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

During the charge, the night raiders scattered all the arrows in their hands. Although there were only a few hundred people in the area, a small rain of arrows formed above the heads of the guards at the city gate.

Raise the shield.

All the corporal chiefs, chiefs, and teams were shouting at the same time.

Shields of various colors appeared above the heads of the city gate guards. Those without shields instinctively squatted down, curled up into a ball, raised their hands and used their arm armor to protect the gaps in their bodies.

The reality once again proves cruelly that whether it is the hunting bow of the Andes mountain people or the military bow of the Bastille, even the soldiers in chain mail are very limited in their lethality.

This rain of arrows was magnificent, and the results obtained were pitiful. Only a few unlucky ones had a flaw in their defense, were shot in the vitals, and died on the spot. The others were still alive and kicking even though their bodies were full of arrows. I didn't bother.