"Mages! Cast a spell to clear the magic, return to the castle, prepare the air purification magic circle."
"The others continue to stick to their posts!"
The delicate mages cast spells frantically, exhausting the magic power in their bodies at the fastest speed, retreating from the flaring city walls, and returning to the earl castle in the city to restore their magic powers.
Bruce, who was also sweating, looked at other people who continued to hold on to their posts, and said, "Everyone! Lord of the Thousand Islands-His Excellency Amos is on the way, but from White Scale City, even if he is a giant dragon, he will need at least five hours, so we must strive for these five hours."
The powerful reinforcements would always be a powerful reassurance for those in desperate situations.
The soldiers felt hope, and the monsters' hearts burned with fierce flames. The followers had immense admiration for the white dragon, and they all wanted to show their bravery in front of the white dragon.
An hour later, the fuel was exhausted, and the fire gradually weakened. The middle section of the city wall of Pele was burnt red by the long fire. The corpses piled up under the wall were charred and hollowed out, and the volume was reduced by more than half.
Finally, the flame went out.
Oh oh oh!
Murloc swarm launched another attack.
The Murlocs in the front row rushed up to the pile of burnt corpses, making their way to the city wall. The Murlocs in the back screamed and roared frantically, stepping on their struggling companions to continue climbing.
The crowd on the wall heard the frenzied howling of the murloc, and their scalp turned numb.
"Rolling Stone!"
"Quick! Shoot!"
Soon, the few remaining rolling stones and arrows were exhausted.
Looking at the murlocs getting closer and closer to the tower, Bruce drew the long sword around his waist.
"Warriors of Bailey City! Throw the enemy down to me!"
"For Dumbledore's glory!"
"For the victory of Bailey City!"
"For the glory of White Castle!"
Finally, the first murloc climbed up the tower, and the soldier in front of him stabbed the spear in his hand, burying it in the murloc's roaring mouth.
The first murloc fell.
But the first murloc was just the inception of the struggle, and more and more murlocs climbed up as if the flood had bypassed the dam.
"Kill!"
The soldiers in the front row stabbed the murloc with a spear. Even if its body was penetrated, the murlocs continued to rush forward frantically. This madness that didn't even put its life in mind, made a chill pass through everyone's heart.
The ogre chief held the end of the mace in one hand and slashed the mace towards a murloc who had just climbed the city wall.
Ghoul-Garu alone blocked an eight meters long wall.
Weapons master Gandalf and a group of masters worked as firefighters, standing behind the front lines, when they saw the soldiers in danger, they helped.
Weapons such as long clubs and spears were pierced through the gap between the soldiers, and they were accurately targeted on the murlocs forehead, leaving only a large hole when they were pulled back.
The music of steel and blood echoed above the gloomy walls, as the wave of murlocs was blocked by the brave and fearless warriors.
As time passed by, the murloc corpses were piled up higher than the city wall, and many soldiers in Pele City died in the battle, but soon others made up for it. The surviving people stood on the corpses to continue defending the city, but the murloc army was endless, no matter how many were killed they’d refill their numbers.
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The ordinary soldiers of Bailey City gradually lost their energy.
Bruce was protected by the Earl's Guard, standing on Murloc's corpse, looking at the densely packed army outside the city, and glanced at his exhausted and panting soldiers.
"Retreat!"
Ordinary soldiers hurriedly retreated after hearing the words and went downstairs from behind the city wall, but not everyone was lucky enough to evacuate. Nearly a quarter of the unlucky soldiers were thrown to the ground by the crazy murlocs and failed to stand up ever again.
The murlocs completely occupied the city wall. Ghoul-Garu and Gandalf led a group of masters to guard the passageway downstairs, blocking the murloc frenzy, and bought time for ordinary soldiers to escape.
The brainless murlocs jumped over the battlements which were ten-meter-high walls. The survivors broke their arms and legs, but even if they were disabled, they continued to crawl towards the escaping soldiers.
Seeing that the ordinary soldiers had escaped far, Ghoul-Garu and Gandalf let the others to retreat.
Although these murlocs were crazy, their individual strength was not strong, and they relied entirely on numbers to win. As long as they were not surrounded by them, they were not a big threat to masters.
The weapon master-Gandalf, and the ogre chief-Gulgaru were the last to retreat, and they jumped directly from the tower.
Ghoul-Garu fell heavily on the ground, creating a small hole, and showers of dust. Then, it immediately ran on the main road of Pele City.
Gandalf was like a swallow, stepping on the head of a disabled murlocs, after trampling him to death, he jumped onto the building beside the main road, leaped over the roofs, and fled towards the earl's castle in the center of the city.
Behind the two of them, the murlocs poured into Bailey along the stairs, as if they were poured into the pool along the gully. The tide of murlocs spread into the streets of Bailey City, filling every alley and corner.
After the weapon master and the ogre chief rushed into the gate of the earl’s castle.
"Quick! Raise the suspension bridge and close the city gate!"
The soldiers pulled the winch to raise the hanging plate on the moat, and inside the deep gate, three steel gates fell one by one.
The lord’s castle in the center of the city was the last line of defense in every city. After the enemy broke through the outer wall defense, it would play the role of the last haven. Therefore, it was a war fortress carefully built by designers.
The stone walls of the Earl’s Castle were lined with towers and rows of shooting holes.
The people on the city wall watched the scenario as murloc swarm filled the main road and other alleys, and a chill penetrated from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.
Even the 15-meter-high city wall at their feet couldn't give them the slightest sense of security.
Their anxiety was correct. The murlocs attacked Dumbledore’s Castle as if they were dealing with the outer walls.
One hour passed.
Under the impact of the Murloc frenzy, the Earl of Dumbledore's Castle was in jeopardy.
Bruce followed the earl on the wall.
"Father, burn it, the city can be rebuilt if it is gone, and there will be nothing if people die!"
Listening to the heir's advice, Earl Dumbledore's heart was bleeding, why didn't he understand this.
However, Bailey City was the object he had fought for all his life, the painstaking effort of the people of the Dumbledore family in the past, and the foundation of the prosperity of the Dumbledore family.
Earl Dumbledore looked at the crazy murlocs who were almost on the verge of attacking, and the murloc frenzy that kept climbing over the city walls, and squeezed a word from his teeth, "Burn!"
Bruce turned and shouted.
"Burn!"