The knight in the abyss

Chapter 844 The Battle Begins

When the vanguard of the undead army approached within a thousand feet of the city wall, a piercing scream suddenly sounded in Lancelot's ears.The sound came from a clattering arrow across the sky, fired by a longbowman from the top of a watchtower, and the warning was unmistakable.

"Stop, you lifeless undead!" Soveris's loud voice came from the watchtower. "This is the last warning from Raven Town. If we continue to move forward, we will initiate..."

"Hehehehehe, what are you going to initiate? Surrender?"

A creepy and sinister laugh sounded, and the undead army separated left and right, and Peyton Derek's figure in a dark red robe appeared in everyone's field of vision.The Lich looked condescending and absent-minded, half lying on a huge sedan chair made of countless white bones. The sedan chair seemed to be a float made by farmers in a carnival, with a lot of exaggerated and vulgar decorations. There are dozens of skeletons on each side acting as bearers. When they carry the sedan chair forward, they look more like some kind of giant multi-legged insects, which makes people feel a chill involuntarily.

"I am the master of death, and I am also your legal king." Peyton stood up, playing with the scepter with several heads hanging in his hand (Lancelow found that those were shriveled old women's heads), "You Your disrespect is already a capital offense, open the city gate, surrender obediently, maybe I will let you live."

"You are so merciful, Your Majesty the King." Soveris replied sarcastically, "Crow Town has been recognized as an independent Barony since your grandfather's grandfather, King Carlos Derek, unless Foreign enemies invade, otherwise we have no obligation to the king. We appreciate your kindness, but please go back and move on, we are about to attack!"

"It's just what I want." The Lich sat back on the overly wide bone throne behind him, and waved his hand casually, "Crush them."

The undead uttered strange howls, and began to charge like a flood that burst a dike, and the defenders who had already prepared immediately fought back.The residents of Raven Town use a longbow with a very impactful appearance. It stands taller than an adult human male. The bow on one side is pointed like a spearhead so that the whole bow can be inserted into the ground. , the length of the fired arrows is close to three feet, and the material is made of some kind of heavy black wood, and the arrow feathers at the end are also black, so it is obvious what kind of bird it is made of.

Amidst the continuous vibration of the bowstrings, more than two hundred heavy feathered arrows were sent obliquely into the air, and after reaching the highest point, they fell downward at a steeper angle.Generally speaking, shooting with bows and arrows is not ideal for skeletons without flesh and blood, because the arrows can easily bounce off the hard bones, and then slip through the gaps between the bones, but the townspeople in Raven Town use Heavy arrows are somewhat special—because the arrow shaft itself is extremely heavy, the blacksmiths installed metal arrows like daggers on the arrows. It is not a joke to be shot by this kind of arrows at a speed of more than two hundred feet per second, because From the top-down angle of incidence, as long as the hit is basically the head and body, regardless of whether it is a skeleton or a zombie, under such an attack, they will be smashed to pieces on the spot, and only some advanced undead equipped with heavy armor and giant shields can barely resist. .

Furthermore, the wizards of Ravenstown have played their part despite the woeful shortage of spellcasters in both number and level.A quarter of an hour before the battle began, Soveris organized a group of people and sprinkled a large amount of water on the ground within an arrow of the city wall. After that, several old men in dirty robes babbled a A spell turned the land into a soup-like swamp.

The thickness of the mud exceeds the knees, and it is difficult for the living to walk on it, let alone the undead who do not know how to adapt.As they struggled towards the city wall, the devastating arrow rain continued to pour on the heads of these brainless cannon fodder, causing the Lich's army to fall like harvested crops, being consumed at an alarming rate.

But Peyton Derek sat comfortably on its throne of bones, not caring about the losses since the start of the war, not even interested in taking a look at the battlefield, and focused on playing with those heads, his mummy-like face hanging With a smile that seemed both ironic and contemptuous, Lancelot, who had been secretly observing him, felt a little unpredictable.

However, the lich's relaxed attitude is not without reason-compared with the number of troops under its command, the resistance of this group of rebel peasants is simply insignificant.Although the power of each arrow is astonishing, only one of the three arrows can actually cause effective damage, and those 'killed' undead corpses quickly made the swamp solid again, allowing them to advance at a faster speed. It doesn't seem to be affected much at all, and it's no wonder that the Lich can remain unmoved.

To make matters worse, the longbow itself is extremely heavy, with a full force of more than 150 pounds. After the first three shots, the frequency of most townspeople quickly dropped to about five shots per minute, which further weakened the defense. square efficiency.

Of course, among the approximately [-] defenders, there were also some skilled bowmen, and Lancelot was the one who attracted the most attention.To be honest, his archery skills are not very good, and the technique and posture of drawing the bow are all wrong, but he can continue to tilt the firepower at the enemy at the speed of three seconds per arrow. The monster who sprinted at a speed of [-] meters to participate in the long-distance race told the surrounding allies in a very shocking way that this guy was definitely not a normal person.

Of course, from the point of view of the attacker, Lancelow, who was mixed in the crowd, was not very conspicuous. Unless he observed deliberately, he would definitely not be able to notice his abnormality.Except for the human knights, the rest of the partners are not ashamed to ask Soveris for this amazingly powerful long-range weapon. Luto, but the dwarf's arm span is almost a foot and a half shorter than Lancelot's, so naturally he has no chance with this kind of weapon that requires height.

Not being able to participate in the battle made Brutal very anxious. He lay down on the edge of the battlements eagerly, like a puppy who watched the masters prepare the meal but was not given a share. A group battle.

If it were Brutal in the past, maybe he would have done this, but today is different, there is someone behind him who must be protected: his father.For the first time in history, the young dwarf resisted the urge to go berserk in battle, and waited patiently for the battle to come its way.

He didn't wait long.

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