The city walls are towering, and are covered with traces of wind erosion. The North Wind Tower was destroyed and built again, and it has been a hundred years since then.

Teams of soldiers were standing or sitting under the city wall, and from time to time, a messenger called the team's name, so the group stood up quickly, put on helmets and held the sword, or picked up the quiver and ran towards the city wall.

When Cyril and his friends came to the city wall, they saw soldiers carrying the injured person hurried down the city wall. In an instant, they were filled with the miserable roar of the wounded.

Cyril took two steps forward and his expression changed. The man was wearing a gray and silver armor. Although it was covered with dust at the moment, it was still obvious that he was a knight of the Silver Blade Knights.

But the right arm of his body armor was empty at this moment, and the rivets connected between the iron armor were twisted, and only one of them could be seen was bloody and bloody. He was still screaming, his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear what he was howling:

"Hand! My hands! Ah!"

Mia opened her mouth slightly and couldn't help but turn her head, but the first thing she did was to reach out and block Caroline's eyes. Cyril was already asking the soldiers who were carrying him about the situation.

"It's the frost giant."

The soldier had a gloomy face, with two or three blood marks on his cheek: "They threw trees and stones at the city wall. He had just been hit by pieces and his hands were gone..."

"Do you need help?" Mia said hurriedly, a light blue water mark had already lit up on her hand.

"Master Master?" the soldier said in confusion, and his tone immediately became much more respectful. "Sir, the monks of Yuanchu Church will heal our soldiers and use your strength on the battlefield."

He finished speaking very quickly, and then, with another soldier, he carried the knight who had fainted at some point and quickly left.

After them, soldiers continued to carry injured or dead soldiers down the city wall, and blood left one after another of deep red marks, solidifying on the stone steps of the city wall.

"Mr. Wei, we..."

Mia turned her eyes to Cyril with some anxiety, but found that the latter frowned slightly, looking at the towering city wall, as if she was thinking about something.

She reached out and pulled Laciril's sleeve again. Only then did Cyril come to his senses and said "sorry".

"Mr. Wei, what should we do now? Is this environment not suitable for Caroline..." She said, pressing Caroline's little head, which was looking around, back into her arms.

"Join their team." Cyril said, and went forward to greet a soldier who had sent orders twice, and soon signaled Mia to come with Caroline and Elina and lean against the wall.

Then Cyril naturally asked a soldier who was humming and bandaged his arm, "What's going on now?"

"New?" The soldier looked up at Cyril, but was stunned, "It's you."

"Ah." Cyril also recognized the soldier - it was the unlucky Clinko who was cut off his spear at the gate of the city and the unlucky guy who was knocked down by him in one step at the gate of the mage tower.

Clinko snorted coldly from his nose: "This is a battlefield, why are you still bringing your children? It's funny."

"This doesn't matter, I want to know what's going on." Cyrill shook his head. After all, Alina and Caroline do look too immature - the former is considered to be hidden, but the latter is indeed a bit out of place here.

But Cyril had no choice—he could not let Caroline, who had a piece of corrupt orb fragment in his belly stay away from him. Who knows if the iris would suddenly be heard again.

Moreover, the nightmare content mentioned by Caroline was also very concerned about it. He didn't know whether the "Twilight Shadow" had the ability to predict, but since it emerged from the other party's mouth, it's definitely right to be more careful.

Although he doesn't have the ability to "open the sky gate with swords", the "two-sleeved green snake" can beat the bone dragon with the ability to beat the bone dragon - not to mention that there seems to be no such sword move in "The Road to Race".

"Oh, it's quite messy." Clinko swallowed a mouthful, recalling the scene on the city wall, and his eyes were dizzy. "The frost giants smashed stones and trees at the city wall, and also threw them on the city wall with some skeletons. The skeletons fell down and could move their arms. I was almost hit by a slash-"

As he spoke, Cyril was already in deep thought. The Frost Giant, the descendant of the Titan Giant, had lived on the ice peak for a long time and inherited the excellent projection ability of his ancestors. In the alliance of Keltiel's dark creatures, they were one of the most destructive existences to human cities.

But the problem is that they appeared too early - when the Frost Giant, recorded in history, first appeared on the battlefield, it was when La Rochelle completely lost the northern border, and the undead soldiers were about to divide the northern border and the "Simatar Mountains" in the central part of La Rochelle - it was 1444, the year of the scattered sun.

What's more, these complex and lazy creatures actually do not have such a strong desire to attack for humans. They also don't like the slutty monsters who work hard in war. They are as "diligent" as they are now, but rather a tall creature, the Cyclops.

While he was thinking, he suddenly heard the soldier shouting loudly: "Wei! Take your people up and push them to the third tower, hurry up!"

Cyril stood up immediately without any hesitation. The three girls following him made the team look quite inappropriate. The soldier named Clinko hesitated for a moment, put away his hostile gaze, and whispered: "May the starlight shine on you, and I wish you good luck."

"So too." Cyril smiled, then trotted up the city wall with the three of them. Behind them were a few other people who had been named, and more than twenty people gathered up toward the third tower.

"City crossbow, prepare to - release!"

The huge mechanical crossbow was rotating. When they climbed up the city wall, the crossbow sine sounded and shot out the huge crossbow arrows on it. The crossbow arrow turned into a silver stream, cutting through the dark clouds, and heading towards the tall figures in the distance, but finally fell into nothing.

"Fuck me, next time I'll shoot! You've got two arrows empty. Let the people below transport the crossbow arrows up, hurry up!"

The person in front of the crossbow shouted, and Cyril quickly passed through the tower where they were. Mia was about to look back at what the shouting soldier was commanding, but suddenly she heard a sound of breaking through the air like thunder. A huge black shadow hit the city wall. Amid the soldiers' shouts "avoidance", they smashed heavily on the city wall twice, turning into pieces of debris, and shooting towards the surroundings.

Cyril turned around in an instant and pushed the shield in front of him, ensuring that no flying stone accidentally injured his team. However, when he raised his eyes, he saw the soldier who was still calling and covering his chest, and a big hole was broken in the middle of the fragile leather armor.

He fell from the tower like a puppet with a thread cut off, but no one cared about him. Immediately someone rushed up to the tower and corrected the city crossbows that had been enchanted by alchemy. Not long after, there was another clanging sound.

Cyril took a deep breath, and he was a little unfamiliar with such a scene - such a formal battle to defend the city was more than ten years ago.

He pushed the girls who were a little stiff in their bodies and entered the third tower as fast as possible.

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If you join the group, you can try again if you don’t work once? The child doesn’t understand and dare not ask what’s going on.
Chapter completed!