"Roar—"

The gnolls roared in despair, but the bloodthirsty and ferocious primitive nature was at this moment, far more savage and tyrannical than their native brethren, the lowly gnolls.

And the wisdom that belongs to the civilized race!

The gnolls in the front row knelt down and used their backs as a ladder, while the gnolls in the back row stepped on the backs of their companions mercilessly, and by this human ladder, they crawled frantically towards the attic window at the top of the city wall like ants, even on the left and right sides, the archers at the arrow tower and the city gate formed a cross arrow rain, so that the gnolls who wanted to climb were killed and injured heavily, but the gnolls who followed behind were still crawling madly with red eyes.

In the current situation, they are desperately losing heavy losses, and they must also capture the sentry oasis, even if more than half of the casualties are taken, they must take down this vital fortress!

"Whew-"

The commander was hidden among the many gnolls warriors, all of whom had already reached the bottom of the city walls, and the human staircase made of the gnoll's body had appeared!

All the gnolls had already climbed up as hard as they could.

There is no way back for them!

Kant, on the other hand, was not afraid of their frantic attacks.

Because he belonged to the banishment, he also had no way out!

"Go tell Manid to throw all the rocks down on me, and don't let the gnolls climb up!"

Kant was loudly issuing orders.

The Svadia crossbowman, who was the herald behind him, put away the crossbow in his hand, turned around and quickly climbed the ladder to the top floor of the wooden attic, and reported Kant's orders loudly to Manid.

"I see!"

Manid responded, and the noisy battlefield was filled with angry howls and invective from the soldiers.

This tragic battle situation made his face break out in a layer of cold sweat, but the light crossbow in his hand did not dare to stop easily, shooting out the crossbow arrows that were already stuck in the groove, and he also ordered the Swadian militia loudly: "Change the stones, don't let those gnolls come up, hurry up!" Don't hesitate to keep shooting! ”

It only takes a few people to throw stones.

The rest of the Swadia militia still needed to shoot quickly with their hunting crossbows.

Although less powerful.

But at a distance of less than 10 meters, the power of the hunting crossbow in his hand is also enough to pierce the chain mail worn by the jackal, and even if it hits the vital point, it can directly hit the target!

Look at the layer of gnolling corpses that are covered under the city walls, but they have part of the credit!

"Smash!"

Twenty Swadia militiamen carried rocks the size of half a man's head.

When I came to the edge of the city wall, I looked at the noisy battlefield below, the hideous beast heads with grinning teeth and bloodshot eyes, my heart trembled slightly, but the stones in my hands were held high above the top and smashed down heavily.

In order to protect their homeland, this group of militiamen from the peasants was willing even if the whole army was annihilated!

The Sentry Oasis, the "Drehem" Fortress, is their home!

"Whew-"

The rocks were smashed down.

The speed brought a faint wind, and in an instant, it smashed into the tide of the gnoll, and smashed on the head of the gnoll who was still kneeling to build a human ladder, gritting his teeth and bearing the trampling of his companions.

Blood splashed, brains burst, red and white directly sprinkled out.

The jackal, whose head had been hit, lay directly in the pile of corpses under him, his wide eyes full of despair and disbelief, but the sunken skull made their wide eyes quickly disperse.

The stone was smashed down with more power than the Livingston Ranger's cone-headed arrows!

"Bang bang bang-"

More than a dozen stones were smashed down, and even the human flesh ladder that the gnolls warriors desperately stacked were smashed and scattered, and the corpses on the ground were covered with a layer, and even the other gnolls howled angrily for a while, but they couldn't help the Swadia militia at the top of the attic of the city wall.

Instead, the militia took the opportunity to come to the edge and pull the trigger to rain arrows down against the gnolls below.

Dozens more gnolls fell.

The corpses piled up more and more at the bottom, and the gnolls grew more and more frantic as the death toll rose.

The howls were incessant, and there were howls of despair and anger everywhere.

The gnolls haven't given up yet.

The new front row fell to their knees on the pile of corpses again, and it was once again a human ladder for the back row to climb upwards, not caring about the stones falling above their heads, which could tear their heads to death in minutes.

They have descended into some kind of fearless madness in a desperate situation.

"Crazy, crazy, crazy!"

Manid was all cursing loudly at the bottom of the group of gnolls.

The light crossbow in his hand was snapped, and the crossbow arrow was directly nailed to the chest of a jackal man, piercing the chain mail, and seemed to hurt his lungs, but the jackal didn't care at all, but looked up at him, with a cruel smile on his face, and pulled out the crossbow arrow in his chest, and the blood splashed stained the linen robe on his body.

This is a demonstration of Manid, but also a fearlessness of death.

Of course, the price is that after pulling out this crossbow arrow, the gnoll man fell to his knees with weak legs, and it became a ladder of those gnolls behind him, a new ladder padded with dozens of corpses!

That's why Manid cursed the gnolls for being insane.

Because under this death-like charge, the corpses have been built into a slope, even if the militia smashed the stones down, the arrow towers on both sides and the crossbowmen at the city gate continued to release a rain of arrows, still so that those jackals could barely reach the attic window through the slope made of the corpses of their companions!

"Hmm-bang!"

The two-handed tomahawk slammed into the window, and the splash of wood splintered into the crossbowman's face.

The situation is becoming more and more dangerous.

"Throw all our grease down!"

Kant's face was calm, and he stretched out his hand and shouted a command to fight back.

In the corner of the attic, a Svadia crossbowman brought four clay pots and smashed them down against the window, knocking down a jackal who poked his head out.

The clay pot shattered suddenly, and the amber liquid inside instantly spilled all over the staircase where the corpses were piled up.

"Torch!"

Kant's orders continued to sound.

Clear and loud on this noisy battlefield.

The torch that had been prepared for a long time was suddenly brought and thrown out of the window, and when it came into contact with the amber liquid, a raging fire suddenly rose, billowing fishy black smoke, and quickly began to spread!

The amber liquid in the clay pot was the oil purchased from the caravan leader Jocelyn.

Oil made from the fattest pigs.

The best flammables!