Chapter 440: After Beating Drums and Gongs, It Is Finally the Turn of the Shenlin People to Suffer a Setback!

In any case, for revenge, expansion, and to obtain warm land and peaceful sleep, Deep Forest and Tamos became mortal enemies.

Just like today.

Accompanied by the whine of the horns, the warriors of Tamos, who were dressed differently from their race, but with red strips of cloth wrapped around their arms, launched the attack again.

Although the northern border of the deep forest does not have the majestic wonders of the Great Wall, as a warlike country and a place where wars have been fought for a long time, there is naturally no shortage of solid city defenses.

Moreover, the walls of this towering castle were lined with well-trained warriors from the deep forest. With the assistance of the mage group, they quickly began a methodical counterattack.

However, under Khan's adaptation, the warriors of Timoth were not divided into teams by tribe or race, but were mixed in a targeted manner based on personal abilities and expertise.

Therefore, the huge shield carried by the brute-force warriors covered the entire attacking force like a moving fortress.

Behind the shield are shamans of various races who are good at auxiliary magic to apply buffs, and elite hunters who are good at sniping with bows and crossbows to perform their duties.

Although the cooperation between the teams and even the individuals is not a tacit understanding after all, Tamos has been practicing this strategy for many years, and there are very few obvious flaws overall.

Therefore, the effect of the deep forest people's counterattack was not good. Most of the attacks were blocked by the strong giant shields and strong bodies. They could only watch the prairie people's soldiers gradually advance towards the root of the city wall.

Soon, the horn sounded again in the wind and snow, but this time it was a different tune.

So the giant shield was lowered with a muffled sound, and under the action of the brackets and the connections between them, it really formed a wall.

This is the wisdom of dwarves and goblins. They are really a group of little guys who are good at fighting but not good at fighting.

But the people of the deep forest also have their own wisdom, such as the young man wearing adamantine armor on the top of the city.

Looking at the lion-headed king's flag rustling in the cold wind in the distance, he pressed his hand to the herald beside him.

"As you command!"

The herald shouted loudly and began to wave the flag in his hand to the side, starting the classic semaphore message chain.

So the mage battle groups on the city wall received the signal one after another, gathered together, and began to practice moves under the influence of the guiding magic circle.

Everyone gathered firewood and the flames were high. They had been trained countless times and used their magic countless times, and they quickly prepared their magic.

And it really has flames, because what they put together is a super super super super big two-ring magic pyrotechnic.

This is a completely magical version of a human missile vehicle. There is a battle group of eight units on the wall, and a total of eight pyroblast bombs are fired.

However, if they know how to use tricks, how can the prairie people not know how to do it?

After decades of fighting, they have long been accustomed to these tricks and have developed their own confrontational style of play.

First of all, the shaman, who was well prepared, began to frantically add various buffs to the shield soldiers that could add energy, blood, and shields.

Then there are the shield soldiers, who activate the whole body's energy and blood to awaken the war marks on their bodies, stimulating their bodies into an all-out fighting posture.

Next came the tribal priests, shaking their staffs and chanting ancient and obscure languages, causing new war marks to grow on the shield soldiers' bodies.

After all, it is a land that has been in chaos for thousands of years. No matter how primitive and backward the Tamos Grassland is, how could it not have its own version of Zhuanwu?

This kind of special war pattern that can be given by sacrifices and has a certain time limit is called a tribal totem among them.

This kind of thing has nothing to do with any god. It is a product of nature worship and ancestor worship. The main theme is one that is never forgotten, and there is bound to be an echo.

In the original version of the game, its purpose was to serve as a trump card for the major tribes, allowing some warriors to explode at critical moments to reverse or completely end the war.

But after Khan iterated on the old version and delved into new playstyles, it became a killer weapon on the battlefield, just like it is now.

"Loyalty! Partner! Ancestor! Glory!"

Amidst the chaotic shouts, the shield soldiers stepped forward like angry bulls, holding on to the giant shield in front of them.

At the same time, the eight pyrotechnic bombs also streaked across the icy sky and landed on the grassland battle formation below the city.

If this move is effective, the violent explosion will be enough to erode nearly a kilometer horizontally and completely tear the attacking team into pieces.

However, just when the bomb was only a few meters away from them, a magnificent golden light shield exploded.

There was no violent explosion or fierce confrontation. The terrorist bombs were consumed like mulberry leaves that were eaten away.

Moreover, this resistance did not exhaust all the strength of the prairie people. Another group of similarly strengthened brute-force warriors took the opportunity and launched a general charge.

This group of people looked absolutely wild. Those who knew it said it was the grassland people who came to attack, but those who didn't know thought it was the 18th Bronze Man of Shaolin Temple who turned into a giant elephant, rhinoceros and little giant.

With buffs that had been repeated many times, they were covered in golden light and they just pulled the heavy siege truck out of the violent toy style of a child. Dragging it, they were about to smash it under the city wall. .

At the critical moment, the young noble raised his sword and directed the long-awaited archers to launch the second round of attack.

"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!"

In an instant, magic arrows rained down, and there were also many arrows strengthened by alchemy mixed among them, which could cause violent explosions after landing.

This time, there was no large-scale ancestral body-protection incident among the grassland people, and a single reinforced warrior could not withstand such terrifying advanced weapons.

"Oooh, ooh..."

Even the mammoth war elephants wearing iron armor were blown down by this terrible power. They collapsed with a roar, crushing a large number of prairie people who had no time to escape.

The attacking troops who had been struggling here for more than an hour finally couldn't stand the huge losses and pressure, and announced a temporary retreat amidst the sharp sound of gongs.

"Long live! Long live!"

Seeing the enemy retreat, the defending soldiers, who were also about to burst from the pressure, immediately burst into hysterical cheers, like an overwhelming wave of cheers.

A strong-armed general also walked quickly to the top of the city and half-knelt down beside the young man respectfully.

"Your Highness, the enemy has retreated. At least during the day today, there should be no effective attack!"

That's right, the commander who commanded the army to fight against the siege of the prairie people was the third prince of the Deep Forest Kingdom, Yaglo Lionheart.

Haha, does it look familiar?

In order to prevent his second brother from obtaining the Fengxian family's magic ballista technology, he did not hesitate to strike first and eradicate the family of craftsmen.

He must have killed all the people and obtained the ballista technology, but he learned the secret of the magic armor technology developed by the Fengxian family.

However, the head of the Fengxian family knew that this technology was of great importance, so he asked his daughter, the most powerful girl in the family, to take it with her when she ran away at the speed of light.

Logically speaking, he succeeded, but who knew that there was a master of spells in the third prince's service, who controlled countless extremely vicious curses.

So he used the entire Fengxian clan as a sacrifice and cast a terrible spell on Ms. Adele Fengxian that could involve her bloodline.

He wanted to torture her to death so that she could be transformed into a living corpse with her strong resentment, and then use a strange secret method of remote control to make her take the initiative to bring the drawings back.

And then...and then nothing more.

In order to obtain the full mission reward and save his little assistant, Ji Ming directly launched a saturation attack.

This resulted in the spell master discovering that the target was completely unharmed. When he wanted to open a channel to check the situation, half of his body was blown to pieces by the massive amount of life energy pouring out of it.

And when the legendary prophet wanted to see who dared to ruin His Highness's good deeds, his brain was burned out on the spot because he faced an unabashed higher-dimensional existence.

What's even more terrible is that two very important technical talents have been lost, but the third prince doesn't even know who the murderer is, so he can only vent his anger by stabbing Adele every day.

But although this kind of behavior of stealing a chicken but losing the wife and losing the army seems funny, you should never underestimate the third prince and his title of "prince".

As a country that relied on farming and fighting in the early stage and established its kingdom through fighting in the later stage, the Deep Forest Royal Family was far more involved than the Radiant Royal Family.

Although the Huiguang royal family raises Gu, it can at least give the king's heirs a guarantee of their status as princes and princesses, promising them a lifetime of salary, glory and wealth.

The Royal Family of the Deep Forest simply plays a smooth and exciting battle royale. It doesn’t matter who your mother is, as long as those who cannot survive the disaster are all nameless illegitimate children with no money.

Only those who can pass the test and prove their strength are qualified to be the eldest son of His Majesty the King and enjoy the titles of prince and princess.

Therefore, the "three" in the third prince does not mean that he is the third child of the king, but it means that he is the third heir of the king who passed the examination.

As for princes and princesses... harm, it's all bullshit!

Because when the escape game reaches the end and the final winner succeeds in eating chicken and is crowned king, the first thing he will do is judge his brothers and sisters.

"You traitors...why do you want to interfere with my ascension to the throne?"

Only those who can survive at that time will be qualified to continue jumping around. Under the grace of my lord, they will be like a bird prince and a princess, and be locked up at home to raise pigs.

And what's dead is dead. Who told you that you can't learn moral character and offend others so much that all your previous efforts will be in vain.

This is also the fundamental reason why the third prince was able to kill an entire family for a tattered blueprint and cast a bloodline curse without any hesitation.

It’s not that he is the male protagonist of the Internet novel, who is born with a demon, but this tragic environment makes him must be demon.

——It’s all about survival, brother!

But in the current anxious war, it is obviously not easy to survive.

So much so that the third prince couldn't help but sigh before he spoke.

"General Vonn, how long will it take for our reinforcements to arrive?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged fierce general holding a long soldier's face became even more troubled.

Warriors are inevitably clumsy in speech. He fiddled with it several times as if he was chewing something before finally forming the appropriate words.

"Your Highness, according to the latest reports, the troops of the two Grand Dukes... may not arrive until tomorrow at the earliest..."

Bang!

It was the crisp sound of steel hitting solid ice.

"tomorrow!!!"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow again! How many tomorrows are there!?"

After slamming the wall hard, the third prince turned around and gritted his teeth before he could finish his words.

"The grassland people went south for seven days, and we stayed here for seven days. We just shot out the last batch of explosive arrows. Do they think we can hold on for another wave?"

"I……"

How could Feng En answer His Highness's angry question? He could only lower his head and shrink his neck.

The third prince also realized that he had directed his anger towards the wrong person, so he walked down the steps and patted Feng En on the shoulder.

"Forget it, this is not your fault. Go ahead and call Viscount Christine over."

Although Christine is not a particularly rare name, there are not many Christines that appear here.

So after the sound of heavy horse hooves came from far and near, a giant mountain-like centaur slowly climbed onto the city head, which was a bit narrow for her.

Fearing that he would not be able to bear the pressure of the giant approaching, the third prince started waving his hands in advance before Christine could speak.

"Your Majesty, Viscount, there is no need to be polite. The war is urgent. Let's talk directly."

Christine was not a cheap person, so why not not to kneel down once less, so she just nodded.

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness."

As for why she can appear in such a dangerous city that may be destroyed by prairie people at any time, it starts from the time she just returned to the deep forest.

Relying on the massive wealth and court capital left by the former mercenary leader Finn, Christine, with the help of her adjutant, managed everything in the Deep Forest Capital. As expected, she successfully restored the reputation of the Pearl family and regained the position of viscount.

But it was great for her to be the boss, but the defeated soldiers she had searched everywhere and brought back together were in bad luck.

The wolf culture of the deep forest has been engraved into the bone marrow. What these losers received after returning to their respective homes was not a warm welcome from "Mom", but all kinds of beatings to death.

If they hadn't had the rewards and pensions given by the leader of the Alliance to buy their lives at critical moments, I'm afraid the number of people who died would not have been as simple as one or two.

After all, Christine was a little softer by Ji Ming. After discussing with her right-hand man, the frost giant, and her adjutant, she made a somewhat crazy decision.

That's right, she plans to re-employ these former mercenaries who have only been with her for less than a month, but they have traveled so far in a group.

The mercenaries definitely had no objection. They were so happy to hear that there was a place willing to take them in that they wrote letters to express their loyalty.

And their respective owners took the money and were willing to let these ineffective wastes go, so she had a first-generation team.

Although they came and went, this group of people were grateful to her who had become a viscount. Her filial piety moved the heavens, and she could be regarded as a soldier.

But Kristen knew clearly that they couldn't use it directly because...

If they are really elite soldiers and generals, the nobles from all walks of life must be sick to allow them to transfer!