The wizard who cast the spell even caused trouble. A series of bone spears shot at him in the darkness, followed by more than a dozen enhanced skeleton warriors rushing in front of him.

This time, the Necromancer of Hanfeng City personally joined the battle group, and Todd, who was holding the alloy steel battle axe, rushed forward to attack. They could always fight less and eliminate the nobles in a certain area as fast as possible.

Lord Farrell of the Horn Fort, and all his subordinates hurried to the edge of the trench on horseback, but he saw at least two or three thousand people on his side were trapped in the divided sea of ​​fire.

Farrell pulled the reins, stopped the horse's hooves quickly, and stopped outside the trench fortifications. He looked around and saw that the old Jeke from Long Night City was being besieged just ten meters away from the flames.

"Ferrell, for the sake of being a northern noble, save me." Old Jeke set off with great momentum, but now he was burned by the fire, his beard was curled, his helmet was crooked, his armor was tilted, and his embellishment was so embarrassing.

There are only two of the five strong sons of the Yek family who are not armored. There are dozens of corpses on his feet, all of whom were stabbed to death by heavy armored spearmen like gourds.

The spearmen were storming in dense formations, and they were invincible in the limited space. Their commander carried a large silver shield and shouted to fight under the flames.

"Archer, shoot the one with a big shield to death." Farrell wanted to save Old Yek, but he refused to run into the sea of ​​fire easily. He called out several family wizards to try to put out the fire, and at the same time, he called in the archers to support him.

The fire is too big and there is no special arcane preparation, so the wizard's fire extinguishing effect is not good. Archers are basically ineffective against spearmen and bright silver shields with heavy armor.

Instead, the fire was shot from time to time, or the sound of gunfire, and repeatedly killed the archers summoned by Farrell.

"Ferrell, save me. I'm willing to give you half of your territory." Old Jeke in the sea of ​​fire had been forced to retreat. There were two or three hundred heavy armored spearmen in front of him, but less than fifty of his subordinates were left.

Farrell didn't know whether to be glad or shocked. He had never seen such a large fire, and ordinary flames could not burn such a violent high temperature. This must have been arranged in advance and waited for the nobles to rush in.

Fortunately, I didn't fall into such a vicious trap. I was shocked that this fire killed at least 20% of the nobles' troops - 20% of the casualties in one battle were a terrible number, which almost declared the defeat of the battle.

"Where is your Knights of the Crown?"

"This fire came too suddenly. My three other sons were divided in front with the main force of the Knights. Someone threw flames that would stick to them, and they couldn't come out. Save me quickly, we can still fight back."

Save a ghost!

When Old Yek shouted, one of his two sons was shot by a sharp arrow, and the other son was also stabbed several blood holes by Ru Lin's spear. He immediately cried out a sorrow and turned around to fight to the death.

The flames shaking, the scene is distorted.

Farrell didn't see the end of Old Jeke. Anyway, the fighting and screams on the other side of the sea of ​​fire soon stopped. The more than 800 teams in Long Night City almost did not play any role, even if they were all over.

The reins were pulled, and the war horses were backwards. Farrell watched from side to side, trying to clear his chaotic mind. He was sure that in this preset battlefield, there was no possibility of a breakthrough on the noble side. A large number of nobles could only stand outside the fire and watch.

"Ferrell."

Suddenly, a continuous mud and earthen wall appeared in the sea of ​​fire, and a figure with tattered clothes rushed out of it. After the other party recognized the Lord of the Horn Castle, he shouted sadly.

He is Master Vesta, a famous high-level wizard in the north, and has always been respected. But at this moment, he is at a loss, his hair is messy, and his face is filled with high temperatures.

"Ferrell, we must evacuate. Where is His Excellency Friedman? He must be ordered to evacuate as soon as possible."

Vesta escaped from the fire, poured himself a few bottles of potions in succession, and summoned a shadow horse. He looked panicked and seemed to have encountered something extremely terrible, "It would be too late to evacuate."

Evacuate?

Although the battle situation is very bad, it is not enough to evacuate, right?

The war is at this point, and the offensive is reorganized, and the gritted teeth and can hold on for a while. Once you shout to evacuate, everyone's morale collapses and you will never be able to hold the team again.

But Vesta grabbed Farrell's hand and shouted in a crying voice: "Victor Hugo, he flew on the wall. I just approached and sensed it, and the guy entered the legendary realm."

Damn it!

legend?!

You didn't say it earlier.
Chapter completed!