The Witcher: Son of the Planes.

Although the natives of the plane kept shooting at the slave creatures, and the slave creatures suffered heavy losses as they crawled all the way over, they were still able to crawl over the distance of more than a kilometer.

The city wall, which was originally more than 20 meters high, was forcibly turned into an eight-meter-high wall by earth-based witchcraft. Some flying slave creatures would have been fine, but even an ordinary slave creature was no problem.

After all, some slave creatures are as tall as three to four meters, so an eight-meter-high wall is just a piece of cake for them.

But for those indigenous soldiers who are generally about two meters tall, the feeling of oppression at close range is too great. If it weren't for the officers supporting them, it is possible that they would collapse.

Fear made the natives of the plane go crazy. After quickly shooting the arrows in their hands, they began to stab the extra-dimensional creatures that pounced on the city wall with their long-handled weapons.

Just as they stabbed down a few, more came up from below. Looking further ahead, they saw that the enemy was still sending reinforcements here. They wanted to retreat, but neither military discipline nor reality allowed them to do so.

The officers on the city wall also began to fall. Many of them were professionals, which was one of the reasons why they could serve as officers. With their fate, the casualties of the slave creatures increased again.

But the slave creatures are not all of the lowest level creatures, there are also many higher level creatures mixed in. If one is not careful, even the officers will die on the spot.

As time went on, more and more slave creatures began to climb up the city walls, and high-ranking generals of the plane's natives also began to come out. With their help, the decadent front line was finally stabilized.

The wizards in the rear, seeing that the time had come, began to arrange for the knights to launch a new round of attacks.

The knights charged with an unstoppable momentum. Although they did not have the support of their mounts, with the help of their breathing techniques, their speed was not slow at all. They covered a distance of just over one kilometer and reached the bottom of the city wall in just a few breaths. They leaped upwards lightly and rushed up.

As the knights fell, small and stable strongholds were soon formed on the city wall. When the opponent's magicians could not help but cast spells, the wizards on this side attacked the enemy.

With the joint efforts of the magician and the enemy knights, some of the less powerful knights were quickly beaten down after climbing over the city wall, and some even died on the spot.

This is the price wizards pay for conquering other dimensions, and it is also the inevitable loss for these low-level knights (servants) to participate in the plane battlefield.

There were not too many large-scale magic spells throughout the game, but mostly point-to-point single attacks. The few large-scale spell attacks were also resisted with the joint efforts of most spellcasters on both sides.

Time passed by, and both sides continued this seemingly meaningless and attritional battle. Soon, the sky gradually darkened, but the wizards seemed to have no intention of stopping.

The watchtower on the right side of the city gate still stood firmly there, and from time to time, natives of the plane went up and down there, seemingly delivering some battle reports.

The slave creatures are not unaware of tiredness, but the binding force of the contract is far greater than the fatigue of the physical senses. They are like a group of feelingless machines, constantly charging and biting everything in front of them, whether it is the enemy or their own people.

But the situation is different for the natives of the plane. They have been fighting for a whole day. Many low-level soldiers have so many sore arms that they can't lift them. They can't even lift their weapons, but they still can't retreat.

All they could do was hope that they would be killed by the other side soon and put an end to it all, or wait for the other side to retreat so that they could have a good sleep.

After fighting for a day, the natives of the plane were finally limited by the human physique. Both their willpower and physical strength declined, and the honorable magician also needed to take turns to rest, but the alien creatures on the opposite side did not retreat, so they could only passively accept this high-intensity attack and defense.

If you defend for too long, you will lose. Soon, the sharp-eyed wizards discovered that there was a weak link in the defense of the watchtower on the right. The wizards perked up and quickly arranged for the knights to attack that side.

By the time the natives of the plane discovered the wizards' intentions, it was already too late. Although many of the higher-ups in the watchtower were professionals and had considerable strength.

But under the slave creatures' reckless charge, the watchtower was still collapsed.

Not only that, under the charge of the knights, except for a few powerful high-ranking ones, most of the observing natives were captured by the knights in one fell swoop.

With the help of the wizards' harassment, the knights quickly led this group of people away from the city wall.

The retreat of the knights also symbolized the complete end of this offensive and defensive battle. They left behind the slave creatures on the city walls and began to retreat.

Many low-level soldiers who were native to the plane simply lay down on the city wall, and remained indifferent even when the officers beat and scolded them for a long time. Some even lay down and never woke up again.

It was three days later when the soldiers finished cleaning up the battlefield.

As for the wizards, after capturing some of the other side's high-ranking officials, they quickly used witchcraft to collect the latest intelligence on the other side. After collecting the information, those who had some strength were directly signed with the most demanding contracts and sent to the slave army, while those who were similar to ordinary soldiers were directly thrown into the slave creature army and used as rations.

The wizards, knowing the opponent's defensive focus and layout, quickly organized a new round of attacks.

Although the border town of Ricodo, which had been built for a hundred years, had a large number of garrisoned soldiers, it could not withstand such high-intensity attacks. Soldiers died one after another, but the enemy's slave creatures seemed endless.

Both sides suffered heavy casualties. Three months after Graham issued the order, the city of Ricodo finally received the first batch of reorganized reinforcements. The original defenders of the city of Ricodo breathed a sigh of relief. They were so damn tired. It would be fine if they died, but they were afraid that if they didn't die, they would be forced to fight like this every day.

The wizards quickly saw through the enemy's ready-to-go army and realized that another wave of reinforcements had arrived.

In view of this, the wizards finally stopped and turned to strategic defense.

It’s not that they can’t attack anymore, but the task they received was to waste time, hold out for more than half a year, and wait for support from the Griman Islands.

We have been "defending" for three months now through simple attack and defense, and the opponent has not figured out our strengths and weaknesses. As long as we spend more time on it, we will not be so passive.

As for the natives of the plane, since the wizards' attack happened suddenly, their plan to gather the armies of various kingdoms to attack the Gulliver area had to be adjusted. They first stabilized the front line and continued to gather strength in the rear. It would be best to gather the power of the entire plane and then completely repel those extra-dimensional creatures in one fell swoop.

War serves the purpose of interests. It seems that countless low-level combat forces have died on both sides within three months, but no one can tell how much meaning it has. Fortunately, the Voltalins among the natives of the plane did not come here, otherwise a large number of undead creatures would have been added.

What McKinsey was worried about, that Christine would attack alone, never happened. It can only be said that the luck of the natives of the plane has run out, and they did not know how to take advantage of such a good opportunity.