Chapter 136: Last line of defense

Mo Lin ran to the fortress gate in a short time. He saw that the tall gate had many gaps, through which he could see the raging flames outside.
Above the walls on both sides of the gate, the soldiers of the Gadra tribe are desperately guarding the wall, and on the back of the gate are many soldiers who use thick logs to support the gate.
"Boom!"
At the sound of the door, the door trembles and cracks a gap, and the orc soldiers who bear the log retreat a step back and immediately push the crack back.
Repeating this, Morin wasn't sure how long they could stay. Now it seems that there must be a large device that strikes the gate outside the gate, which also means that the Gadra tribe has reached the point of life and death.
Once the gate is knocked open, the invaders will drive straight in, and the entire Gadra tribe will declare its destruction.
"Rumble, Rumble"
The sound of hitting the door was like the death of knocking on the door. Someone shouted on the city wall: "We must hold the door and hold our last line of defense. Victory must belong to us!"
"Don't deceive yourself, Gadra's great chief," a voice full of evil and brutality sounded outside the gate.
This sound is particularly grand and clear in the sound of huge battles and drums, as if it sounded from everyone's heart.
Morin heard this voice precisely from Sagron, the high priest of the Felfire clan.
"Surrender, join my rule, and you still have a chance to live." Sagron said evilly with a smile, "Under my rule, I will make the orcs the masters of the world. Resistance will only accelerate your demise. , Before dawn, make your decision, otherwise when I break the gate, I will kill you all!"
Mo Lin was inside the city wall at this time, and he could not see the situation outside. He wanted to take a look at the situation outside, but how to get on the wall, Mo Lin was not clear.
"If only I could fly!" Morin said anxiously.
While saying this, Mo Lin suddenly thought: he can cast flames all over his body. If his feet quickly cast flames, can he fly with the impact of the flames?
As soon as this idea appeared in Morin's mind, he felt that it was totally worth trying. Once again looking at the orc soldiers fighting on the front line, but Morin stepped back a distance.
"Let both feet cast the power of flame!" Morin thought, and at the same time his feet spurted flames.
The impact of the jetted flame was completely beyond Morin's imagination. He was shocked by the flame in the air.
However, Morin, who had never experienced flying, was taken aback even though he was mentally prepared.
As a result, he flew into the air because of fear, interrupted the flame casting, and fell to the ground again.
Fortunately, Morin's body was sensitive and flexible, and did not break. But after getting up, Morin was excited and forgot the pain.
This leap is enough to prove that he can fly, but he only needs to be more proficient.
After Morin did several experiments, he thought again that he could not only use his feet to cast flames to help fly, but could he do the same with both hands?
In this way, Morin cast a high-impact flame at the same time with both hands and feet.
Morin was like a rocket igniting a fuze, his hands and feet were spraying flames down, and he was rising slowly, just like the rising sun.
Morin struggled to maintain balance in mid-air, and with the flexibility of his body, he quickly mastered the trick of flying like this. Although not skilled enough, Morin can already fly awkwardly in the air.
auzw.com Due to the intense fighting ahead, no one noticed the strange change of Molina behind. Moline also stabilized at the end, awkwardly flying towards a mountain range on the right side of the fortress.
Like a meteor flying in the sky, Moline soon reached the highest point of the mountain.
After he landed on the mountain peak, he took a few breaths and secretly said: This flight really consumes magic power. Just for a while, nearly one-tenth of the magic power is gone. It seems that he has to do whatever he wants, long distance. Flight, but also to solve the magic problem.
However, this problem can only be solved in the future. Now the main problem that Moline wants to solve is the current war.
Moline lay prone on the top of the mountain, using the "magic eyes" to look down. I saw that the attacking troops hit the fortress walls and gates like a huge wave.
Under the roots of the city wall, the corpses had accumulated to one third of the height of the city walls, and the flat ground of the battlefield was also covered with corpses.
It seems that before the Gadra tribe passively defended, they must have taken the initiative to attack, but they were still forced to retreat.
Today's situation is that rows of cloud ladders have been built on the city walls. The attacking boarmen and orc infantry climbed up fearlessly like the same nest of ants.
Behind the infantry, the Wolf Cavalry formed a side team, guarding the Centaur archers and shamans behind. The Kodo beast spread the knights with drumming knights, and the sound of the war drums sounded from these giant beasts, inspiring their own warriors, but it could make the enemy tremble.
Behind the archers and shamans are catapults, each followed by two orc soldiers and a shaman.
The two soldiers were responsible for loading stones into the catapult, while the shaman priest injected the power of the flame into the stone.
"Whoosh, swish, swish"
The roaring sounds were rolling one after another, and those catapults threw flaming boulders into the air, bombarding the walls of the Fortress of Gadra like a meteor shower in the sky.
Explosions and flames come from these flaming boulders. With the burning boulders fluttering one after another, there must be many deaths of Gadra's warriors.
The centaur archers also caused a lot of lethality. Their feathers seemed to form a black veil that blocked the sky in the night, and then fell on the city walls like dense raindrops.
Above the wall, although there are shields and shaman's protective magic, but every wave of this attack will inevitably harvest many soldiers' lives.
It was a feast for the of death, he was hovering over the walls of the fortress of Gadra.
Morin looked to the rear of the offensive side. On the central axis of the team, twelve guards surrounded a shaman. The evil eyes and the horrible skeleton staff indicated that the orc was the high priest Sagron.
This guy, who was more abominable than the of death, was smiling with joy, Mo Lin looked at him intently, but the high priest sensed Mo Lin's gaze.
Sagron stopped his smile in shock and looked at the mountain where Moline was, but the shaman was powerful, but he didn't have the ability of Moline. Under the double cover of distance and darkness, he did not find Morin.
However, an ominous premonition rose in the heart of the high priest.
"It's a weird feeling," Sagron thought with a smile. "There seems to be a crisis lurking in the darkness. The flames inside Gadra have been extinguished, which proves that the fire spirits in the lava cave have been wiped out. ."
Sagron looked at Gadra's valley and he cursed in a low voice: "Betzel's waste, a guy who hasn't done enough things! But, even if Beitzel is not good, what strength can overcome the pet of the Balrog What about Magoma? And who interrupted the spiritual connection of Fire Spirit?"
The more he thinks about this, the more Sagron feels that the potential crisis is powerful.
He seemed to be somewhat suffocated, and immediately sent an order to one of the bodyguards, saying: "If you order me, you must attack the fortress at all costs, that is, take the body and pile it on top of the fortress. In addition, Adding manpower to the siege tower to quickly break through the gates of Gadra, they must not be allowed to see the rising sun, nor can they have any hope!"
"Delicate!" The guard said quickly, and then conveyed Sagroon's order.
"No matter what kind of power is helping Gadra," Sagron said sternly, clenching his staff, "I also want to change Gadra's fate!"