Chapter 252 Victory or Death

Immediately behind the goblins are endless demonized trolls. Although their running speed is not as fast as that of goblins, they are huge in size, like little giants. The speed of running together makes the ground rumble.

In particular, the eyes of these trolls have no pupils, all of which are the same strange patterns. The blood-red pupils are like beasts, exuding a tyranny and madness.

Its terrifying shape and running speed like a thunderbolt, the pressure created by it makes all the elves who see it feel chills down their spines.

What made the elves even more horrified was that these trolls were carrying a large number of cutting tools such as mountain axes and mountain shovels, and the target was the mountain below Sylvia City.

Gresham and other high-level officials suddenly changed their expressions one by one. They had realized what the demonized creature wanted to do.

The mountain road leading to Sylvia City has been completely blocked by the elves. If you want to go up the mountain, you can only open the mountain road again.

However, with the condescending blows of elf mages and archers, it is very difficult for the demonized army to kill them.

These demonized creatures are holding these tools, apparently used to dig roads and climb mountains.

The goblins have been very skilled in digging for hundreds of years, and it is not difficult to re-open a mountain.

Especially in this dark night, the sight of the elves is affected, and the attack effect will be greatly reduced.

"Attack!" Gresham made a decisive decision and immediately began to order, "Use the Mire technique first to turn all the land in front of the mountain into a mire, and don't let them get close to the mountain!"

The members of the mage group received the order and immediately began to take turns to combine magic attacks.

There is a dense army of demons everywhere below, and the elf mages don't need line of sight at all, just blindly smashing magic at the bottom.

Soon, countless powerful combination magics fell into the magic army.

Under the terrifying power of magic, hundreds of thousands of demonized creatures were destroyed in an instant.

But none of them stopped, and they went one after the other, rushing forward like crazy.

When the first round of magic bombing was over, hundreds of thousands of people still rushed below the mountain.

It doesn't matter if the ground turns into a quagmire at this time, they will drop the blasted demonized creatures on the quagmire as stepping stones, or simply let the huge trolls fill the hole.

Let the relatively light demonized goblin step on the corpse of his companion and rush over first, and then the trolls behind him continue to move the corpse and continue to fill the quagmire.

At this time, the second round of combined magic fell again, leaving hundreds of thousands of corpses behind the demonized army.

But the corpses were quickly put to use again, turning them into stepping stones to fill the bog.

No matter how powerful the combined magic of the elves is, the swamp has not penetrated deep into the center of the earth, and at most it is only a few hundred meters deep.

Filled with nearly a million corpses, the swamp soon filled up.

Seeing that the swamps became firm, the demonized army accelerated frantically and rushed towards the mountain.

At this time, the huge magical heritage of the elves was completely revealed.

The third and fourth rounds of combined magic fell again, and in less than an hour, millions of demonized armies disappeared.

When Gresham and other elf executives saw this scene, their expressions could not help but relax a little, because at this time less than one million people of the demonized army survived.

Even if they are all killed, the current army of the elves can deal with it.

But soon, Gresham and others found that something was wrong.

Because the demonized army did not continue climbing!

Tang Qingyu also noticed the difference, her expression changed slightly, she immediately walked to the edge of the city wall, and looked down at the bottom of the mountain with the help of the fire magic that lit up in the sky.

The remaining one million demonized army got into a cave opened by the goblins at the foot of the mountain, and then there was a sound of ding ding clang.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the trolls carrying rocks and throwing them out of the cave.

Tang Qingyu was stunned for a moment, and she felt a chill in her heart, because she had already guessed what the demonized army would do.

There are goblins, a race that is good at digging, coupled with the strength of demonized trolls, and they don't know how to get tired, so they can easily dig through mountains.

The demonized army does not need to attack the city of Sylvia at all, as long as the ridge is cut off, the whole mountain is hollowed out, and the whole mountain collapses. When the elves do not attack and collapse, there is no need to attack the city at all. .

All they need to do is survive the first wave of elven magic.

And now, at the cost of millions of corpses, the Demon Warlock has successfully sent more than one million demonized troops to the bottom of the mountain.

With their number and strength, it would take at most one night to dig down the ridge.

At that time, whether the elves wanted to or not, they could only be forced out of the city to fight.

Seeing this, Chen Luo couldn't help but feel a little interesting.

There are talents among the demon warlocks, and it is obviously not a brainless person who can think of this trick.

"Your Majesty, they want to dig up this mountain! We must take the initiative to attack!"

Tang Qingyu realized that something was wrong, and rushed in front of Gresham in a few steps, saying eagerly.

Gresham and the others were stunned for a moment. They were not stupid. They immediately reacted when they heard what Tang Qingyu said.

They all walked to the city wall in unison and looked down.

Seeing this, Gresham's face instantly turned ashen, because he knew that Tang Qingyu's judgment was right.

Gresham's expression changed, knowing that there was not much time left for the elves, he did not hesitate and made a quick decision.

Gresham's figure slowly floated into the sky, allowing all elven soldiers and extraordinary powers to see him.

"The warriors of the kingdom of Baranya, today has come to the juncture of our life and death, and you are carrying the hope of the kingdom's thousands of people. If we are defeated, not only will our homeland cease to exist, but even the elves may be wiped out. So in this battle, we can only win, not lose.”

Gresham drew out the long sword from his waist, and the countless elf soldiers below drew out the long sword along with them. On the city wall of Sylvia, the sword light and shield were raised.

Gresham pointed at the bottom of the cliff, "Me! Gresham Baranya, I will never give up any of my people, nor will I leave Sylvia City half a step!"

Immediately afterwards, he roared angrily, "Warriors! Kill the enemy with me! Victory, or death!"

All the elves above the city wall seemed to feel that their chests were ignited by a flame, their hearts seemed to be on fire, and everyone roared desperately.

"Win or die!"

"Win, or die!!"

After Gresham said this, the figure flew first, and he led all the elf soldiers and extraordinary powers and rushed down the mountain.