Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1089 1071. Spell·Fireball
"Hurry in! Hurry in, meow!"

In front of the guards' opened shield formation, Flannel Ball held the Thundercat Sword in one hand and waved to the few people behind him who could not fight to come in with the other hand.

The soldiers, who were already very tired and holding shields in front of them, were dumbfounded when they saw the kitten, who was wearing clothes, holding swords and talking, and had just chopped down three or four orcs in front of them.

"What on earth is going on today? Am I having a nightmare?"

The guard muttered to himself.

But when the war situation became clearer and calmer, Bud hugged his three children as if he had survived a disaster.

He closed his eyes, looking relieved.

"Thank you." Bud said solemnly to Flannel Ball and Fili, "Thank you for saving my child."

"It's okay meow!"

The kitten answered enthusiastically and happily. It was very happy to be able to help others.

But Philip had no time to respond to Bard. He threw the weapon made from the blacksmith's hammer to the ground. As if that was not enough, he spat on it.

He carried a bag of crudely made modified weapons along the way, and basically every time he fought with the orcs, one of his weapons would break, or simply get knocked crooked or deformed in the battle, causing the center of gravity of the weapon to change and become unbalanced, so he dared not use it anymore.

When I got here, the only thing left out of the bag of weapons was a hammer.

There were still a lot of weapons on the ground, so Philip immediately walked over there, picked out and inserted several swords on himself, and then he felt a little relieved.

But in this situation, the moments of relief are ultimately rare and short-lived.

It seemed that Fluffy Ball, Fili and the others were seen by orcs while moving on the street.

Having determined where their target was, the orcs naturally began to gather their strength, wanting to directly break through the square and then kill both the target and the townspeople in one go.

This is not good news.

There is still no accurate count of the number of orcs. Bard and his friends only know that these ugly creatures seem to be indulging their desire for destruction and killing everywhere in the town.

And if they just wanted to kill people, if they used fire to attack the square, they would have almost captured the entire Changhu Town except the square. There would be no reason why they would not have enough flammable materials as long as they wanted to find them.

The guards' shields were just ordinary wooden shields covered with iron, and they had no power to resist fire.

But what surprised Bard and the dwarves was that the orcs did not seem to intend to, or did not have the ability to, carry out a fire attack.

Although I don't know why, the number of orcs rushing over for hand-to-hand combat was much less than estimated.

But even so, to a group of people who were fishermen, civilians, or guards who were just idling around and at most in charge of public security a quarter of an hour ago, the orcs were also fierce and terrifying professional killers and professional criminals.

The orcs' deformed mouths or throats made ugly "roaring" sounds. Their smelly gray-white limbs were holding daggers or strange long swords, and they pressed towards the shield-bearing guards guarding the three entrances to the square like mad dogs.

As the orcs roared, the saliva they secreted due to excitement for the blood sprayed onto the faces of the soldiers opposite them.

It makes humans sick and scared.

In a shield confrontation, psychological problems such as fear and nausea will weaken the strength of the arms.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp arrow came from behind the shield guard!

The arrow accurately grazed the bodies of the guards, as well as the shields standing in front of them that blocked most of the area, and struck a fatal blow through the gap!
It pierced into the eye socket of the orc who was pressing forward!

"Hold on!" Bard kept his hands busy, pulling out an arrow from the quiver on his back and shooting it, "Push forward! Push forward! If you retreat any further, you will make way!"

In the previous attacks by orcs, Bard has been automatically recognized by people on the battlefield as the commander.

He already enjoyed a high reputation among the townspeople. He was a descendant of Girion, the lord of Riverdale, and all the refugees who had fled from Riverdale recognized him.

That's why the mayor of Changhu Town regarded him as a threat to his position.

And since the mayor turned around and entered the official residence and has not been seen since then, everyone knows that he is probably hiding.

Then power will naturally leave those who dare not take over it and find a new person in charge.

Bud is the one in charge.

And Bard's shooting skills are also well known.

Although there were other hunters who could use bows and arrows among the townspeople, the guards did not dare to let these people stand behind them at the same level and shoot arrows.

Who knows whether he would die at the hands of orcs or from an arrow in the back?
Only Bard's archery skills were considered by the townspeople to be comparable to those of the elves, although almost no one in the townspeople had ever seen an elf.

"All the old people and children who come here later! Go into the official residence at the back, and the men go to the ground and get their weapons to fight! Quick!"

Bard shouted as he shot the arrow, and even with his breath unstable he was still able to hit the target every time.

"Go in?" an old man who had just come in asked tremblingly, "But, but that's the mayor's residence."

"Why would you care about the mayor now? Just go in! Many people have already gone in!"

The elderly and children who had just entered the defense circle of the square supported each other and ran towards the official residence in panic in a state of panic.

Bud's three children were all very sensible. Even the youngest girl, holding the arm of a child of her own age, nodded to her father and walked him into the mansion.

Bard was pleased and proud of the children's performance, but at the same time, the human archer's eyes became more dangerous as he looked at the orcs who were squeezing in from outside.

For the sake of his children and the lives of everyone here, only one of them can survive, him or these orcs!

In order to survive, and to save their families, both sides were pushing forward, gritting their teeth, as if they wanted to squeeze out the other side's blood and internal organs in the process. Bud relied on his shooting skills to shoot continuously behind the front line.

During this process, Thorin, with blood on his face, walked towards Bard with the beast-biting sword in hand.

The dwarf tugged at Bard's belt and spoke to him in a deep voice.

"We have to go, Bud!"

"You want to escape? The King under the Mountain has lost the courage to fight in the battlefield?!"

In the tense and anxious situation, this was Bud's first reaction.

At this time, the whole town was burning. The flames illuminated the black smoke that billowed upward in the darkness. Once out of the range of the flames, the black smoke merged with the night and could no longer be distinguished.

The cold weather and the scorching heat of the fire came in waves in the air, irregularly and alternately, and combined with the dazzling flames, it made people dizzy.

Bud's mind was a little unclear.

But Thorin pulled off Bard's upper body and forced him to look at him.

"Calm down, Archer!"

"Think about the plan Lan told you at your house!"

Thorin said calmly, tapping his chest with his finger.

"In the eyes of the orcs, we dwarves are much more important than you! As long as we leave in front of them, they won't stay in Long Lake Town for even a minute."

Yes, after Thorin's reminder, Bard also remembered what Lan said.

But letting the dwarves go?

How could he not know where the dwarves would go after they left? These dwarves had already revealed their cards. They were going to Lonely Mountain to restore their country.

Today, the dwarf is gone, so we can survive. But what about tomorrow?

After the dwarves woke up the evil dragon in Lonely Mountain, the prophecy stated that the Long Lake would be engulfed in flames and burn everything!
"What are you still hesitating about? Bud!"

Thorin asked sharply.

"Your people are dying!"

"They are not my people!"

"Oh my God! Come on! They trusted you, nominated you, gathered around you in the chaos, and fought alongside you. Now you say they are not your people. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Are you just going to watch the orcs continue to slaughter?"

Bard's eyes flickered, he pursed his lips, and quickly wandered between the guards, the armed male townspeople, the dwarves, and the silhouette of the Lonely Mountain in the distance.

The emotions of the difficult decision are simply beyond words.

The orcs now, or the dragons in the near future?
"Whoo~"

Bard exhaled with difficulty. Seeing this, Thorin nodded, released his hand that was holding Bard's collar, and took a step back.

In fact, there is no choice at all now.

For any human being, it would be better to live one more day.

And just as Bud was about to make arrangements
"Bang!!!"

There was a loud bang! The corner of the trail extending from the entrance of the square was also affected.

A burst of air and raging flames gushed out!
Many of the orc limbs had been broken into pieces, and it was impossible to tell how many there were. They were washed out by the air wave and finally fell into the wooden house across the waterway with a crackling sound.

"Meow?"

The fluffy ball, relying on its small size and light body, jumped around above the crowd and attacked with the Thundercat Sword. Its sword pierced the head of an orc, and then Felu Cat held the hilt of the sword and looked in the direction of the explosion.

Heavy and steady footsteps came from the corner where the explosion originated.

The flickering flames cast a huge shadow.

Lan En came out from the corner.

Although the Arondite in his right hand would not let blood stick to the blade, after just chopping the orc, some blood still flowed down the blade and eventually dried up.

And in the palm of his left hand, a fireball as big as a fist was floating.

The surface of the fireball was constantly rolling, and one could feel its power just by looking at it.

Although this world has many magic and magical things, it is often not outstanding in terms of sound and light effects.

For example, the tomb that sealed the Witch-king of Angmar, apart from being a little eerie, it is hard to tell that there is actually powerful magic set up by the Northern Kingdom there.

Wizards' spells are often the same flashing white light.

When [Spell: Fireball] appeared, its power and visual effect were obvious to all.

The human guards holding shields in the front opened their mouths wide behind their shields, while the orcs standing in the back and pushing forward also turned their heads in horror.

(End of this chapter)