Infrastructure Throne

Yan Zui tightened his long whip, and slammed it hard on the ground, but only heard a "pop", and the whip left a gray and white welt on the floor tiles.

The black cloak fell to the ground, and Jiu Jiwu disappeared without a trace.

Yan Zui held his spear and held it by his side, looking around, he was surrounded by fighting and chaos, he squinted his eyes, and smiled: "Your Excellency is just so good at hiding your head and showing your tail."

Orc witch priests are not good at melee combat. They often like to hide in the shadows and cast curses on the enemy. The more powerful the curse, the longer the recitation time. During this period, the witch priests themselves cannot move, and they are the last dangerous time.

Yan Zui is well aware of this weakness. On the city wall, the only place where he can hide his body and control his own location - only inside the bastion!

He suddenly looked back, and there was indeed a black shadow flashing past the ear window of the nearest bastion.

Yan Zui didn't say a word, the muscles in his right arm bulged, and the tip of the gun swung a sharp arc in the air. The tip of the gun pierced the air in an instant, spiraled at high speed, and shot out——

A high-level skill exclusively for Yan Zui: Dragon Spear!

With an indomitable posture, the Zheshi Gun drew a series of afterimages in mid-air, instantly penetrated the wall of the bastion, and nailed it to the other side!

"what--"

A hoarse murmur came from inside the bastion, Yan Zui kicked the door and entered, only to see a black shadow rushing out of the window in a panic, the world-defying gun pierced through one arm and was embedded in the gray wall, thick blood dripped down the wall .

Yan Zui licked his bright red lips, his raised eyes were full of mockery, he stretched out his hand to hold the barrel of the gun, and pulled it out little by little.

The abandoned arm fell to the ground, it was torn off, and the wound was extremely tragic.

Yan Zui stepped onto the wall with the gun barrel dripping with blood, and the dark golden chain around his waist collided with his steps.

On the city wall, the tall dove orcs relied on their innate advantages to fight fiercely with the soldiers. A steady stream of reinforcements came from both ends. The standard swords in their hands slashed at the orcs.

Although it cannot be fatal, it cannot stand to bleed.

The dove orc wanted to fly to the top of the city and destroy all the damned artillery in one go, but unexpectedly, he was surrounded by a sea of ​​people instead.

A military doctor shuttled up and down the city wall with a cat waist on a stretcher, transporting the seriously wounded, and the situation gradually tilted towards Yuanliu City.

Jiujiwu, who had a broken arm, sensed that the situation was unfavorable. He resolutely gave up and continued to attack Yan Zui, and aimed at the ordinary soldiers who besieged the dove orcs.

Ghostly figures roamed over the wall. To deal with these little soldiers, Jiu Jisha only needed a low-level curse to make them lose consciousness for a short time. Often it only needed a negligence of breathing, and they were greeted with a fatal blow.

Under the cover of the orcs, Jiu Jiwu's cursed killings were invincible. In a blink of an eye, the casualties of the guards doubled, and the morale of the orcs soared.

"Master City Master!" Xiao Meng's eyes turned red, he didn't know that the blood of his enemies and friends dripped down his clothes, and the tip of his sword was on the ground, "The witches of the Jiu tribe, please order more people to surround and kill them If he doesn't die, the north city wall may not be protected!"

Yan Zui's face sank like water: "Our defense is limited, others can't move lightly. This person... is free for me to deal with."

After all, Yan Zui shot into the orcs and seemed to give up chasing Jiu Jiwu.

The marksmanship is wide open and closed, and he only picks the vital parts of the dove orcs. He completely gives up the face of being a city lord, and personally slaughters the soldiers. His moves are fierce and deadly.

Yan Zui, who was holding a world-defying gun, was fully murderous, killing one person in ten steps, and the black military uniform was almost stained dark red by blood.

Another orc was shot through the heart, Yan Zui stood in a pool of blood, his eyes were red, his hair was flying, but the Lingtai was surprisingly calm, like a sophisticated killing machine.

Viscous blood snaked down from his face, and was smeared into a light red patch on the corner of his mouth by the back of his hand.

There was a cold smile on Yan Zui's beautiful lips: "Why don't I compare this city lord with Your Excellency, whether the orcs in your tribe will be slaughtered by this city lord first, or you will kill all the soldiers on the city wall!"

Seeing the clansmen being killed one by one, Jiu Jiwu finally couldn't sit still!

An arrow burning with black flames was shot towards Yan Zui's face, and he was sent flying by a single shot!

The black flame arrows instantly scattered into countless sparks, most of which were blocked by Yan Zui's unfurled cloak, and the flying sparks still burned through the coat, leaving holes one by one.

He pulled off his cloak and extinguished the sparks. With this momentary cover, a faint shadow climbed up his back——

Jiu Jiwu didn't continue to run away this time. He dipped in the blood from the cut on his right arm, drew a strange curse pattern on his forehead, and muttered something in his mouth.

Countless black tentacles protruded from Jiu Jiwu's back, tightly strangling Yan Zui!

"Master City Master!" The surrounding soldiers turned pale with fright, drew their knives and besieged them one after another, but no one dared to act rashly, as long as someone dared to attack from behind, the tentacles would fly away as if they had eyes.

His cloudy pupils stared at Yan Zui, and a mantra sounded like madness came out of his throat.

die!If I can't live, you have to die too!

Yan Zui tried his best to swing the spear, but it was not enough to reach the opponent's body. Jiu Jiwu's lengthy curse became more and more urgent, and his face became more and more distorted. Once the spell was completed, he and Yan Zui would die together!

"Master City Master!" In desperation, Xiao Meng tried his best to attack with his tentacles, swung his arm and slashed down with his sword!

The breakable tentacles immediately re-grow new ones from the cross section. In Xiao Meng's desperation, Yan Zui took the opportunity to swing a long whip, tightly wrapped around Jiu Jiwu's waist!

The long whip tightened suddenly, and Yan Zui's back suddenly slammed into Jiu Jiwu's arms.

The icy cold body temperature ran up his back, and his face was pale from the cold, but he turned the World Spear upside down without hesitation, pointed the tip of the spear towards himself, pierced fiercely, and plunged into Jiu Jiwu's body!

Advanced Martial Skill: Dragon Spear, activate!

"Ahhh——" Jiu Jisha's curse was interrupted, and the lower abdomen was churned into a blurred mass of flesh and blood by the buzzing and whirling spear tip, howling crazily, the tentacles lost control, and slapped indiscriminately.

Yan Zui forced himself to bear the pain, turned over and shot through the chest several times, piercing several blood holes, directly piercing the person into a sieve, and fell straight on the ground, gradually losing his voice, black blood winding, along the cracks in the floor tiles, spreading The city is full.

Yan Zui covered his waist with one hand and supported his body with the gun in the other. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaved violently, and his hair was sticking to his pale cheeks mixed with blood and sweat.

"Master City Lord!" Xiao Meng was frightened and supported him, turned around and shouted: "Call the military doctor quickly! My lord, I will help you down to heal—"

"Master City Master!" The messenger staggered over with countless corpses across the country, and said in a panic, "The beast slaves have launched a general attack! They have already begun to climb the city wall!"

The muscles on Yan Zui's face twitched slightly, he pushed away Xiao Meng's support, supported the gun barrel and stood up straight, with a hoarse voice:

"Let all bastions launch continuous crossbows regardless of consumption, and all artillerymen on the city walls give up their cannons and use hand cannonballs. Gold juice and kerosene are indispensable!"

"The witch priest of the beast slave is dead! This is the final battle, either the enemy retreats, or the city perishes!"

"Either the enemy retreats, or the city perishes!" The crowd drew out their sabers and raised them high, shouting loudly.

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It was dusk at that time, and the city wall was dyed the color of Shura like the setting sun of blood.

The soldiers who had been fighting for a day all showed signs of fatigue, but the black tide had already spread to the top of the city, everyone's nerves were highly tense, and none of them dared to relax their eyes.

The hand cannonball was inspired by Serra and Lance's hand-throwing experiments based on black powder.

Put the gunpowder in clay pots, ignite the fuse, and throw it down from the top of the city. Every time there is an explosion, three or four animal slaves will be overturned by the fire waves and fall down the city wall.

It's a pity that the output is extremely limited, and can only be used in times of crisis when the beast slaves attack the city.

The figures of the beast slaves climbing up could be vaguely seen on the three walls of the city, and the battle for the north wall became more and more intense.

"My lord! The military doctor is here!" Xiao Meng looked at Yan Zui anxiously, "Leave this to me, you can go down and treat him."

The latter supported the battlements with one hand, stared at the ever-changing battlefield, slowly shook his head, frowned and said to the military doctor: "I'm just a flesh wound, use the fastest method to stop the bleeding."

The military doctor bit the bullet and cut open the belt, and the flesh on the right side of the waist turned out, which was horrible. Fortunately, Yan Zui consciously controlled the angle and did not cause a penetrating injury.

"My lord, if you don't want to go to the rear for treatment, the fastest way is to burn it with fire, you...be patient."

Yan Zui said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up! Also, don't tell anyone that I was injured, especially the City Lord's Mansion!"

Xiao Meng's throat tightened, and he turned his back to block Yan Zui's side. Behind him, the personal guards held up the black and gold banner, flying with the wind.

Xiao Meng's eyes were blurred, and he couldn't see anything. He could only vaguely hear the sizzling sound of the flames scorching flesh, heavy and forbearing breathing, and the sound of fingernails scraping against the stone wall. There was a bit of burnt and bloody smell coming from the tip of his nose.

The soldiers in the distance passed by the direction of the flag by chance, and they could still see the upright figure of the city lord, standing calmly on the top of the wall, which inexplicably made people feel confident.

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I don't know how long the fierce battle lasted. The orcs climbed over the wall several times, and were repelled and driven away several times. The two sides saw at the city wall.

As the attacking party, the orcs paid five or even ten times more casualties than Yuanliu City before they managed to climb to the city wall. The small earth city that was thought to be easily broken turned into a meat grinding ground. One can imagine.

There are already some timid tribes showing timidity, but they haven't caught half of the food, so they retreat in such a desperate way, it's really useless!

When the leaders were at a loss, a short old man with a stick slowly stood up, stroked his long silver beard, and tremblingly said: "Let me do it."

All the leaders bowed down one after another, full of respect, but each had a worried expression on their faces: "Master Bai Jiwu, Jiu Jiwu has never returned, your body...we cannot bear the loss."

Bai Jiwu looked up at Yuanliu City, which was crumbling but still unyielding, and sighed: "If we can't break this city and plunder the food and slaves of the human race, many people will starve to death. Success or failure depends on God's will..."

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into the night.Cold clouds obscured the moonlight.

After the beast slaves retreated for the time being, Yuanliu City gained a moment of peace and rest.

Under Yan Zui's bloody military uniform, with a bandage tightly wrapped around his waist, and the night covered his bloodless lips, he hurriedly used some water and food, took Xiao Meng and Teng Changqing, and began to check the condition of the wounded.

Xiao Meng walked beside him, and quickly reported: "The original city guards have been replaced and rested, and one fifth of our side has lost combat effectiveness, minor injuries are not counted, and more than a hundred people have died. The situation is already slightly better than expected. .”

Yan Zui frowned slightly: "Where are the supplies?"

Teng Changqing hurriedly said: "So far, there is plenty."

Yan Zui moved his lips, a trace of blood spilled from the chapped opening, which was gently licked away by the tip of his tongue.

Without waiting for him to ask questions, Xiao Meng immediately said: "The Lord Priest has sent news that everything in the city is fine, please don't worry about it."

"That's good." Yan Zui leaned on the battlement and looked into the vast night.

Suddenly, he frowned, grabbed Teng Changqing's binoculars, and took a closer look.

In a narrow field of vision, a line of dark red tide appeared under the city wall, gradually floating out of the night.

The beast slaves who came rushing in were all blood-red, bloody, and extremely excited. Anyone who stood in front of them would be torn to pieces indiscriminately!

"Oops!" Yan Zui's eyes were cold and he yelled, "Quickly raise the alarm! The beast slaves have gone berserk! They even have a hidden witch priest!"

Everyone was shocked.

Before the messenger sent a message, a roar that shook the sky broke through the sky, and the ground under his feet trembled under the crazy charge of the beast slave.

The soldiers on the city wall immediately felt the precarious tremor of the wall, and each of them looked terrified and panicked.

The artillery was launched again, and countless flames fell on the berserk army, blasting out a bloody storm.

However, this time it did not cause too much commotion. The orcs seemed to have gone crazy, stepping on the corpses of their companions and rushed forward, and soon came to the foot of the city again, forming a meat ladder to climb up.

The orcs who were blessed by the witch priests were completely incomparable to their combat power during the day. They almost lost their sense of pain, and the smell of blood stimulated their nerves even more.

The peace of Yuanliu City was instantly broken, and the front line was once again engulfed in flames of war!

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The composure on Yan Zui's face shattered little by little, the casualties of the guards suddenly increased, and the surroundings were filled with fighting and screaming.

He kept wielding his long spear mechanically, killing one enemy after another, and there were corpses at his feet, but facing the seemingly endless enemies, it was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.

The opponent's witch priest knows how to hide very well, and has been keeping it secret until the moment of the stalemate in the battle, when he suddenly showed his fangs and dealt a fatal blow to Yuanliu City!

The wound on his waist was already numb, Yan Zui clenched his teeth tightly, staring at the enemy in the darkness with bloody eyes.

Suddenly, a light blue ice flower quietly landed on his shoulder.

Yan Zui was stunned for a moment, and saw a large expanse of ice-blue frost spreading wildly in all directions along the stone bricks of the city wall, and the sound of freezing and freezing was heard in his ears.

Countless berserkers were firmly frozen on the top of the city by the frost, their eyes widened in disbelief, watching the frost spread and sealing them all into ice sculptures!

Yan Zui was always afraid of the cold, but at this moment, it was rare that he didn't feel the slightest chill, instead, he seemed to be surrounded by some kind of gentle embrace, soothing his tired face.

He suddenly looked back, and on the high battlements, a pure white figure stood alone, and frost stretched from his feet.

Shen Qingze's quiet gaze passed through the endless sea of ​​people and met them.