Hensett waved his hand, and the two knights walked over and made a please gesture to Cynthia. After Cynthia left, Hensett turned to Desmo.

"You did a good job with the spell just now," the king said. "That city wall has blocked me for too long. I don't have time, nor can I order a retreat for the engineer to build a new siege tower and ladder. Use your spells to kill that city wall to prove your worth, Warlock."

"Follow your orders, Your Majesty." Desmo bowed again.

The clouds in the sky gathered again. The torrential rain stopped suddenly as it appeared. Desmo stood in a clearing, inserted his wand on the ground in front of him, stretched out his hand to the sky, and muttered something. Accompanied by the sound of curses like **** devil, thick dark clouds gradually converged into a huge vortex, exuding a creepy and dangerous atmosphere. The lava in front of the city gate of Fjian has turned into a dark black rock, and the heat is still exuding on it. The charred corpses and piled rocks embedded in it have made the originally flat open land pitted. Kodwin's soldiers did not attack immediately. Everyone looked at the sky in horror, shocked by the lava attack just now. Some people realized that this was the masterpiece of the warlock in their camp and began to shout at the city wall. The dwarves on the wall looked at the sky in shock as much as the humans, not understanding what was going to happen.

Saqiya stood on the platform, looking at everything in front of her. She feels dangerous subconsciously, but where is it?

"Let the soldiers leave the walls!"

Saqiya turned her head and saw Philippa coming over. There were blood stains on the female warlock body, her abdomen seemed to be torn by something, and there were still burn marks on the corners, but the skin under the burn marks was as clean as a new life.

Saqiya did not hesitate.

"Everyone! Leave the city wall! Back!"

The dwarves and humans on the wall turned their heads and looked at the high platform above, not understanding what was going on.

"Retreat now! Hurry!"

The captains ordered the guards to evacuate in an orderly manner.

At this time, Desmo, who was casting the spell, gradually flattened his wrists and made a pulling motion towards the sky.

When the dazzling white light enveloped the sky, all people could do was to close their eyes, and then be dizzy by the roar of thunder.

A bolt of lightning fell from the dark cloud vortex, just hitting the wall of Fjian. The city wall burst open immediately, and the broken rock accompanied by the crushed flesh and blood and the soldiers who could not escape, flew up to the sky more than ten meters high, and fell like raindrops on the entire Lundulin Square and the inner wall. Hanging on the branches in the city and on the rocks, smashing over the iron barrels and tool racks that survived the hail, some people couldn't dodge, and they were crushed by rocks.

The smoke dissipated, and a huge gap appeared on the wall of Fujian.

There were loud cheers in the Kodwin army.

"Offensive!" The leading knight swung his sword. "Offensive! Take down Fujian."

"Your Majesty has an order to take Fujian, the treasure in the city is ours!"

The soldiers screamed and rushed towards the gap in the city wall. Some defenders tried to shoot from the outer wall, but they were quickly knocked down by arrows thrown from the city.

"Back! Back to the inner wall!" Saqiya commanded, her orders almost drowned in the screams. She looked at Sheldon again. "Sheldon! Go tell Adam, before we reset our defenses, guard the inner door! Start the second step!"

The two people behind the first thousand eight hundred and sixty chapters

After sliding down the muddy hillside and trotting a few steps forward, Zelin stopped.

He looked around, and soon found an artificial wooden shed among the rocks. A cave was excavated on the rock wall behind the wooden shed, and an iron gate cuts off the inside and outside.

"That's right, it's here." Zelin waved to Roche who was sliding down behind him. He walked to the iron gate and reached into his pocket to take out the key with one hand. "This mine leads to the inner city of Forge, and the dwarves have also dug many mines in the inner city. Some mines lead to the underground and some lead to valleys outside the city, so they added gates to these valley tunnels. But most of these mines are worthless, and few people know."

"How many mines are there in the dwarf?"

Zelin turned the key, and he tried several times before opening the rusty lock.

"I don't know. They all said that the space underground in Fujian is bigger than that in the city." He opened the iron gate, and a smell of decayed dust rushed over his face. "But usually because they dig too deep, they dug into the lairs of scavengers, bull demons, ghouls, and evil spirits. Well, you know, gold mines are not so easy to get, and mines are always there. It’s the most profitable place and the most dangerous place.”

"Will we meet these creatures?"

"No." Zelin walked into the mine, then paused. "Should not."

The battle on the battlefield has not yet stopped, and the Kodwin army rushes through the wall along the gap, but soon they found that they were trapped between the two walls. The dwarf crossbowmen and elf archers ambushing on the high walls on both sides of Lundulin Square emerged, pouring arrows onto the enemy's heads like raindrops. Twenty knights and seven heavily armored mercenaries formed a phalanx, using roadblocks to block the gates leading to the inner city from Lundulin Square. Many soldiers are blocked here. They don’t have ladders to climb up here. Even if someone can stand the rain of arrows above their heads and bypass the maze-like streets, they will find that their number advantage is not in front of the narrow stairs. Meaning. Every stairway leading to the high wall above Lundulin Square was blocked by heavy dwarf guards, these sturdy fighters blocking the intruder like a wall.

"They are fighting stubbornly between the two city walls." Hensett looked at the picture Desmore presented in front of him. "But it makes no sense. They are just looking for a dead end. Desmo, how many soldiers can your portal pass through?"

"The number is small, Your Majesty, too many people passing through the portal will make the portal extremely unstable."

"Then open a stable transmission channel."

Desmo lowered his head deeply, so as not to let the king see his disdain. This sentence is as stupid as you know how to chop wood, why can't you build a battleship right away. Not to mention, there are also mages in Fjian City, and Cynthia's failed assassination must have attracted Philiba's attention. Of course Desmo can open a large-scale portal and try to send more soldiers into the city. As long as Hensett doesn’t mind that the opposing warlock uses some small tricks, he can throw an army across the portal into it. Sea bottom.

"Your Majesty, there is also a warlock on the opposite side. The portal is a spell that requires precision. Any forced interference may turn the portal into a knife."

"Then you can't let the other side interfere?" Hensett asked rhetorically. "If you can't do this little thing, how can you work for me? Let your crystal ball go to the city of Forge, I want to see how many enemies there are in the city."

Desmo took a deep breath and bowed again.

The magical image moved away from the tragic fight on the square, drifted past the city gate, and reached the inner city.

"They prepared roadblocks in the city." Hensett looked at the magical scene. "Well, the battle is so fierce, and there is a reserve team in the city? Well, this Saqiya is a bit capable. Sir Handel."

A knight stepped forward and saluted Hunsett.

"Tell me loyal soldiers, when I win, I will see a Saqiya intact, understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"She is a capable commander, but not enough. There are too few soldiers under her to defend a commercial city." Hensett squinted his eyes and touched the beard that looked like a mane. "Desmo, summon my knights and order them to lead five armed soldiers each to enter Fjian through the portal. When the soldiers on the square see the fire in Fjian, don't even try to stop them even if they are the saints of the Dragon Slayer. Defeated. Desmo, locate your magic in the dungeon of Forge. I heard that Sdennis was imprisoned by this group of rebels. Only the royal family is qualified to pronounce judgment on each other. What qualifications does this group of farmers have to do? He brought it out, and I wanted him to surrender to me on behalf of Aden."

"I'll do it right away, Your Majesty."

After the first few bows, Desmo can finally straighten up his waist.

When the portal and the army inside appeared in the city of Forge, the city was completely in chaos. The dwarves and human guards competed with the sudden enemies for every street, every corner, and every house. At the very beginning, the guards were able to wipe out these helpless enemies when the enemy had just completed the teleportation and was dizzy. But soon, when the number of enemies increased, they could only rely on roadblocks and knowledge of the terrain to prevent the enemy from occupying important positions in the town.

The mine trembles violently, and the dust on the top falls to the side of the demon hunter.

"What's the matter?"

Zelin stopped, raised his head, and looked at the wooden support on the top of the mine. The dim oil lamp shook slightly in the vibration, and the shadow was mottled.

"It's the catapult bombarding the city." Roche walked straight forward. "The number is small, there are only three. I saw Kodwin’s siege engineer cutting down trees near the camp to build a trebuchet. It is a gravity trebuchet that can launch 200 pounds of stones to 300 meters away. Place. During the Second World War, we used this catapult against the imperial fire scorpion siege crossbow. But this giant catapult is difficult to move, even with the help of magic. So it is impossible for Hensett to be there. The second such weapon was built within a month. Don’t worry, his rocks won’t penetrate the ground. What is really worrying is the Imperial Fire Scorpion, which will launch corpses and gas canisters."

"Wait, Roche."

"What?"

Zelin stretched out a finger and made a silent gesture.

"There are footsteps." He lowered his voice. Lean against the wall on one side and listen carefully to the echo from the other side. "Seven to nine people. Equipped with heavy armor, I heard the crash of the shield, they must be dragging someone forward. They are talking, they must be very annoyed. Not dwarves and elves, it is a common language."

"Can you hear what they are saying?"

"No, it's vague, the wind here is too strong, I can't hear you clearly."

"Wind?" Roche looked around. "This is a sealed mine."

"There are not many places that are completely sealed, and the flow of air passing through a narrow place will make a whistling sound."

"Ah, if I had ears like yours, it would be much easier to fight thugs in the forest." Roche drew the knife from his waist. "Can you demon hunters make ordinary people conjure such senses?"