Chapter 145: Wheel of death

As Molin prepared to set off on the city wall, suddenly dozens of fireballs flew towards here, and the roaring sound and the blaze of fire suddenly attracted everyone.
The people on the city wall looked up, and suddenly looked horrified.
"Quick defense, this is an attack launched by the enemy's catapult!" one shouted.
The shamans on the wall immediately performed protective magic, and various protective shields lit up on the wall, as if they were lighting a bright light.
At the same time, those soldiers holding heavy shields also stood in the front row, intending to resist this wave of attacks.
It's just that the attack came quickly, and their defense could not be organized quickly. There were still many places that were not defended, but the flaming rocks the size of the washbasin had already flown down.
Morin squinted at the falling fireballs like a meteor shower. He suddenly felt that the whole world seemed to be quiet.
Then I just felt the earth fall down suddenly, and the explosion and roar suddenly rang.
Snell dragged Moline and hid with him in a huge shield made by Ginger.
The shield as a whole glowed with earthy yellow light, and its diameter was more than two feet long.
Raging flames, splashing rocks, and falling walls can be seen everywhere. On top of the trembling wall, Morin could see many soldiers either engulfed in flames instantly or pierced by sharp stones.
Dead bodies, broken limbs, flaming flames and scattered rubble make the walls like hell.
Morin looked at the soldiers who had died too late to hide and became very heavy.
He felt that this was the result of his own judgment error.
When so many stone bombs were fired from the catapult, Morin immediately realized where the problem was.
He was only concerned to rescue the crisis that he could see, but he ignored those truly terrible existences. He wholeheartedly dismantled the ladders, relieved the enemy's attack on the city walls, and at the same time relieved the scolding of those catapults.
After knowing that their team had completely failed on the city walls, these catapults could attack here with impunity, and no longer had to match the rhythm of the army ahead.
All of this was made by Mo Lin. Although he was kind and seemed to have done good things, he was not well-considered, so it led to the present miserable image.
At the beginning, Morin was stunned to forget to avoid it, because he felt a sense of guilt in his heart: if he could analyze the battlefield more calmly, after solving the siege tower, he would solve those catapults, then, These things will not happen now.
In fact, Morin is too blameful here. The battlefield is huge and complex, and many things are constantly changing. Even a battle-hardened general, it is difficult to ensure that every decision he makes is correct, not to mention, Morin is still a hairy kid who has never been exposed to war. .
At a time of crisis like this, Mo Lin did nothing wrong with what he did. He just felt so sad to see so many people who believed in him die by his side.
For a young man, this is always the case. They are aggressive and courageous, but it is difficult to bear the consequences of their decisions.
This is an immature performance, but it is something that everyone has to experience.
With the development of various wars in the future, it is difficult to count the number of people who died beside Mo Lin. At that time, Mo Lin will gradually form a decisive character, and he will no longer be shaken by his own decision.
Morin now feels guilty, and after having survived a wave of attacks like the end of the day, Morin saw flames, smoke and dead bodies all over the city walls.
The initial confusion disappeared in his eyes. Instead, he clenched his fists and said to Ginger: "Grandpa Ginger, the next thing is up to you. I'm going to destroy those catapults!"
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"Child, it's dangerous there," Ginger said anxiously, but Morin had already jetted out the flames.
Looking at the leaving Moline, Ginger could only shook his head helplessly, and said to others: "We hurriedly withdrew the city wall and entered the battlefield. There was nothing to guard on the city wall."
The uninjured soldiers quickly retreated while transporting the wounded, and the shaman priest also withdrew the city wall early and began to treat the wounded soldiers.
The catapult attack followed these people closely like the pace of death. Fortunately, after sacrificing a group of others, they finally retreated safely to a safe place.
All of Gadra's remaining combat power, after some repairs, was finally attacked during the interval between the catapult attacks.
No one will stay on the city wall as a long-range attack, because there is no place for a cone, and all the warriors will join the torrent of war to fight for life and death.
Morin leapt past several square formations early, and rushed to the enemy's rear, beginning to wreak havoc on the catapults.
As the catapults were destroyed by Moline, he was also surrounded by enemy soldiers. It's just that these ordinary soldiers are the same as Morin for paper.
As Mo Lin raised his hand, between a foot, the flaming flames would burn out a large gap. However, the discipline of the troops behind is far stricter than that of the front. Even in the face of a terrible life harvester such as Morin, the soldiers still rushed up fearlessly.
Morin almost killed his eyes here when he was about to kill people. The flames between his hands were like a quick viper or a fierce beast, constantly devouring the life of the enemy. In just a moment, nearly a hundred people disappeared into the flames of Moline.
However, in the face of tens of thousands of troops, what this person counts, Mo Lin's encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and he can hardly open it, and he will be overwhelmed by the crowd like the waves.
Faced with such a crisis, Morin bit his tongue and blood ran down his mouth. He almost frantically extended his arms to the sides.
At this time, two spears pierced Mo Lin's lower abdomen one after another, but Mo Lin didn't even yell, just stared at the blood-stained enemy.
Feeling Moline's gaze, the orc soldier who stabbed Moline in the front even screamed in horror and spread the spear in his hand. Morin sprayed flames slightly on his feet, raised himself a little, and then spun quickly under the flames of his feet.
At the same time, Mo Lin's palms flashed with two eyes, and these flames condensed for a moment, and suddenly a red pillar of fire was sprayed out.
The pillar of fire was as thin as the baby's arm, but it shot three or four feet away. With the rapid rotation of Moline, the two fire pillars shot by Moline looked in the air, forming a huge dazzling steamer.
"Oh ah!"
"Devil!"
"Escape!"
Just like an electric mowing machine, where Moline's "fire wheel" has passed, the enemy soldiers are more fragile than the wild grass. They generally disappeared, and no stringent order can resist Moline giving these soldiers. The horror they brought, they shouted to escape.
In an instant, within three to four feet of Mo Lin’s area, there was no longer a living person left, only the armor and weapons on the ground that were either crimson or molten iron, except for the thorns The stench of the nose.
In the crimson flames, Morin had two spears in his body, but he stood there like a demon from hell. None of the fierce aggressors dare to step into the circle of death.
Morin spit blood, but he didn't care, just wiped the blood in the corner of his mouth with his hand, and then looked at the weapon in the abdomen.
The spear tip pierced his stomach, and Morin knew that he could not pull his weapon against the spear tip, which would cause himself a second injury. He held the lower end of the spear tip, his hands alternated, and pulled the spear pierced from the back in the direction of the spear tip.
Moline held the spear, which was covered with blood, and looked at the enemies in the distance. The people even screamed in shock and then retreated. Moline sneered and kept the spear on the ground.
At this moment, a few voices suddenly came from the periphery of the soldier and said, "A bunch of waste, give me away!"