Chapter 965

Eboden offensive and defensive war, day 20.

The city is broken.

After repelling the enemy's attack many times, Loren finally ordered to abandon the city wall and the whole army withdrew from the underpass into the city fortress; The Hussars continued to wander outside the city, contacting the reinforcements on the one hand and sneaking attacks on the enemy's rear line forces on the other.

Although it was a planned tactical arrangement, it was forced to be helpless; In the face of an opponent with more than twice the force and completely at the rolling level, the eboden garrison can't fight out of the city, even if it sticks to the city wall!

In the bloody battle of the city wall in front of the port, not only the defenders suffered heavy losses, but also the wizard tower suffered more than one-third of the casualties; Many wizards had no time to retreat when their fortresses and strongholds were broken, so they were hacked to death by an influx of ELF warriors.

The projection weapon position under the city wall was even more tragic - because it was not protected by the ice barrier. The spirit warship that broke through the chain of blocking the sea directly crossed the city wall and aimed at the rear for a burst of indiscriminate shooting.

In the flames, the alchemist who stayed behind, the pharmacist who was responsible for treating the wounded, the women and children auxiliary soldiers who were forcibly recruited... Everyone, together with the catapult, the oil cans piled into a hill and the igniter, became a sea of fire.

In a sea of fire and smoke, eboden's projection army was completely destroyed.

The fire destroyed eboden's last means of counterattack, but it also created a natural isolation belt, which temporarily prevented the elves from attacking the inner city from the port, and won a short rest and retreat time for the defenders.

The fire was completely extinguished day and night; After being burned by fire and bombarded by the elf fleet, the crumbling port wall finally collapsed and collapsed into ruins.

The elves who did not expect this, more than 1000 outposts were buried alive by the collapsed city wall; The "angry" little prince can only send troops to rescue while bypassing the port wall to attack from the other three sides.

On the other hand, he ordered all warships to set up launchers and bombard eboden indiscriminately before the full line attack.

However, the garrison retreating to the fortress in the city - especially the nine pointed star wizard tower - has reduced the protection area, and the remaining wizards are enough to hold up a powerful ice barrier to protect each fortress stronghold from damage.

In the cold and gloomy wind, the Elven warriors waving Azores' long knives rushed into eboden in a sea of fire; With the nine awn star wizard tower as the core stronghold, the garrison occupying the nine fortresses launched a defense line along the streets and squares to form a square to intercept the attack momentum of the elves.

The fierce white-edged war is staged in every street and corner of the city!

The sharp blade strikes, the shield breaks, the spear pierces, the sword cleaves... The broken limbs and arms are soaked in the blood submerged in the boots and flow wantonly in the burning fire; One scream after another is accompanied by the roar of elves and humans.

Although the eboden garrison can hardly compete with the well-trained Elven warriors in individual combat, forming a square battle in a narrow space has always been the strength of the imperial Legion.

Especially after the reinforcements from lottel and El mans joined, the advantage of "multi arms cooperation" on this small-scale battlefield was displayed incisively and vividly.

Eboden defenders and mercenaries are responsible for blocking the enemy with shield walls and gun arrays, and lottel bow shooters are responsible for continuous harassment.

When the enemy decided to retreat, the Elman light infantry wielding two weapons - usually tomahawks and heavy machetes, while the Elman Knights liked to use short swords - rushed out of the shield wall and the street roof and slashed wildly before the elves reacted.

Eboden is a port city and a free city full of "commercial atmosphere"; The "commercial atmosphere" means that although she has spacious streets and beautiful and tidy houses, it is more complicated alleys and narrow buildings built randomly and stacked desperately to save money.

The intricate streets and lanes, coupled with the reckless bombing of the elf fleet, turned eboden into a huge maze. The elf warriors fought as if they were exploring in the dense forest. During this period, they also repeatedly hit the traps set by the defenders, breaking their heads and bleeding again and again.

On the other hand, the defenders can use eboden's sewer to "move quickly" in every corner of the city, continuously harass the advance speed of the blocking elves, and concentrate local superior forces to wipe out the enemy; Wounded soldiers can immediately retreat to various fortresses to rest, and then continue to fight.

However, no matter how it is reversed, the disadvantage of overall strength is still irreparable, and the elite troops of the garrison are gradually exhausted in "rapid mobility" again and again, or exhausted to the point that they can no longer fight.

When the sun rises on the 20th day, all the surviving demon hunters have fallen overburdened except Lucian, who is still gritting his teeth and insisting on it - fatigue is still the second, and more importantly, the erosion of the force of emptiness and mental load.

According to Isaac, "if these smelly boys go on like this, we have to consider whether to kill them first in case they become monsters".

The rest of the garrison was already overwhelmed. Lottel's bow archers ran out of arrows, and Elman's swordsmen cut down their weapons; In the end, almost all the survivors in the city were given weapons and gathered in fortresses and strongholds to make final preparations.

The material reserves have bottomed out, and the exhausted Garrison has nothing but morale; Even the last morale was gradually lost and turned into despair as the city was abandoned one by one.

It can be said that sticking to the city is the worst result and the result of no choice - which means that the enemy can attack from any direction, and the defenders can't even fight out of the city.

Solid fortresses and stone walls are no longer defenders' umbrellas, but tombs; The only thing they can do is bury them alive with themselves at the moment when the enemy breaks through the gate of the tomb.

In the early morning of the 20th day, most of eboden had been lost; The streets burned by fire and the squares soaked by blood have set up the eagle king flag in the shape of the Yangtze River Delta. The eboden garrison can only defend the jiumangxing wizard tower and the remaining three peripheral fortresses.

With the gradual fall of the city, the elves finally found the sewer entrance and attacked the wizard tower and fortress along a few passages.

Whether it was the little prince's decision or not, the elves who killed the red eyed warriors obviously had no idea of letting go of the last enemy.

In the early morning of the 20th day, the horn sounded like an eagle, as bloodthirsty and ruthless as ever.

To hold on is to postpone the day of breaking the city by one day;

If you can't hold it, it's eboden's death.

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"Boom --!!"

With the roar of the explosion, the whole nine pointed star wizard tower can feel a violent tremor; The gap between the falling debris and dust can clearly hear the wailing of the fortress.

In the center of the nine pointed star magic array in front of the wizard tower hall, an old man with a bandage on his head and staggering feet stood proudly with a magic wand.

The gorgeous wizard's robe has become a rag. There is a finger missing from both left and right hands. There is a pair of dark and deep eye sockets on the cheeks without any blood color.

Raymond banderk, the only surviving elder of the nine pointed star wizard tower and the leader of the history department, the standard "ivory tower Wizard", a kind elder who has never touched a sword, has become a leader in the attack and defense of eboden, and has shouldered the important task of maintaining the ice barrier and ensuring the defense line for many times.

After retreating to the wizard tower, because the mentor level wizards suffered heavy casualties, he volunteered to shoulder the cold ice barrier of the wizard tower, insisted on it alone for 20 days, and never allowed any apprentice to help himself.

Of course, at this moment, anyone can see that the elder is at the end of his power; No one would be surprised if he fell the next second.

Master corona tried to replace him more than once, and each time he refused for the same reason.

"Both my benderk school and the History Department of wizard tower are the smallest branch in the whole system. It has been in danger of extinction since the day I inherited my father."

"So I beg you, corona, to leave this opportunity for dedication to me - I know your wild hopes for the future of wizards, but I only hope that my school and history department can continue in this future."

"Even if it dies because of me, it can be remembered because of my death and can be inherited by an inspired wizard one day in the future."

After several dissuasions were useless, corona could only acquiesce to the result.

Twenty days of persistence made the old man a flag for all the Wizards in the garrison; Inspired by him, the collapsed "ivory tower wizards" stood up one by one and bandaged the wounded soldiers in the explosion and collapse rubble.

Looking at the back of master banderk, who was still gritting his teeth, the black haired wizard silently glanced at the sheepskin book at hand - "on the inevitable relationship between the handicraft reform of the saxophone Empire and alchemy".

After chatting with the "master of history" all night, Isaac put the book in his luggage.

Shaking his head and shivering slightly, Loren calmed his breathing and stared at the hourglass on the book.

The elves' bombing has gradually stopped, that is, they will attack soon, and they have at most a quarter of an hour to rest.

Counting the time, the black haired wizard extended his right hand to the "dawn" sword.

Just a moment before they met, they were stopped by another rough palm.

"What's up?"

Turning his head, Loren, who provoked his eyes, calmly looked at the master corona behind him.

Extreme fatigue made him lazy to talk.

Corona nodded with a dignified expression.

"Twenty days, Loren, twenty days."

"There is still no sign of his majesty connord's reinforcements."

Looking at the old man's serious appearance, Lauren smiled carelessly.

"Of course, I know what was agreed at the beginning was to hold for 30 days - but the total number of emperor Conrad's Legion was 200000. It was normal for such a large army to march with a time difference of 10 days and 20 days. Naturally, it should be dispatched in advance."

Corona couldn't help feeling in his tone: "but so far, we still haven't seen a reinforcement, let alone the news of his majesty. Go on like this..."

"Master corona, what are you trying to say?"

Glancing at the hourglass, Loren asked impatiently.

"What I want to say is... If the reinforcements don't come, eboden, there's no point in continuing to defend."

At the moment of saying this sentence, corona's expression was obviously slightly trembling.

The black haired wizard's expression was very stunned.

How much courage and determination does it take for a person who is determined to open up the future for the wizard world to take the initiative to give up the nine pointed star wizard tower and the base camp of the wizard world?

"It was a very difficult decision, but it was not as difficult as expected." just in the blink of an eye, master corona regained his former composure and composure:

"Because the future of the wizard world is not a city or a college, let alone a pile of books - but the general environment, atmosphere and the acceptance of wizards by the whole empire."

"The future of the wizard world lies not in eboden, a remote seaside city, but in the prosperous and rich hometown of knights." corona silently stared at the black haired Wizard:

"Even if you have to sacrifice all the people in this city in order to get back to your safety, I am willing - only you can reverse the secular concept of wizards in one or two generations and build Byrne into a happy land for wizards, can we have a future."

"Emperor Connor... Although I admit that he will be an excellent emperor, he has too deep prejudice against wizards; give up eboden and let you become the commander of eboden - I really have no doubt that he has the idea of weakening the power of wizards in doing so, so..."

Corona, who wanted to go on, was stopped by Lauren with a smile and raised his hand, and his complex expression was ready to stop.

"I see what you mean, master corona, don't worry." the black haired wizard closed his mouth and squeezed out a smile on his tired face;

"But from that day on, I knew what connord thought."

"So the reinforcements we are waiting for - I mean the reinforcements that really determine the outcome of this offensive and defensive war - are not him."

Boom!!!!

There was another loud noise, and the shaking wizard tower barely blocked a round of bombardment by the elves, but master banderk, whose lamp was dry, completely exhausted the last trace of reason, the spiritual palace collapsed directly, and the seven orifices bled straight down in the center of the magic array.

There was a cry of surprise in the hall, and the hurried wizard apprentices rushed up, and the desolate cry sounded together with the horn of the elves marching outside the gate.

Watching his old friend fall, master corona couldn't help closing his eyes and his eyebrows trembled.

The bombardment is over and the enemy is going to attack.

"The whole army is ready -"

Clapped his hands, the bland black haired wizard stood up, turned and stared at his eyes:

"Avenge master banderk and beat them back!"