"Shield strike!" Facing the influx of orcs, although the guards of Lagran City looked down on them from the bottom of their hearts, they still gave them the highest standard of "treatment".
"Buzz~" The battle energy quickly spread throughout the broad shield, forming a battle energy shield in the halo that was several times larger than the broad shield.
"Bang~Bang~" A series of slapping sounds rang out. The city guards raised their shields, stepped back half a step, and then charged out fiercely again.
After a series of sharp and tooth-grinding bone-crackling sounds, all the orcs hit by the light shield fell to the ground and twitched. Those who were lucky enough to survive were nailed to the ground with steel spears by the city guards who caught up with them. After the blow, the fighting spirit on the shield dissipated and it turned into an ordinary shield again.
"Why are there more and more orcs the more we fight them..." The guards of Lagran City were dumbfounded. They thought they had stirred up a hornet's nest. Seeing the orcs constantly using the tactic of adding fuel to the fire, the guards felt helpless.
"The civilians should be safe now. It's time for us to retreat."
"We have to find a way to get rid of them. River Rapids is just ahead, and we can't lure the orcs over there."
"We've consumed a lot of our fighting spirit. We need to get out of the battle and rest."
Everyone spoke at once while the orcs hadn't attacked yet.
"Awoo..." After a burst of wolf howls, everyone's faces suddenly turned ugly.
"Steppe Wolf Cavalry!" Everyone's pupils shrank.
"Swish~" Along with the sound of friction between armors, the guards of Lagran City quickly formed a three-layer circle. The outermost soldiers held steel guns and shields, the middle ones raised javelins, and the soldiers on the front held up crossbows.
"Awoo~" Dozens of wolves rushed over with their masters, and the guards of Lagran City who were gathered together breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, they were not wolf knights. Wolf knights and wolf cavalrymen only differ by one word but their strength is very different. A wolf knight can easily kill dozens of ordinary wolf cavalrymen.
"Don't worry, hold your ground! They won't charge!" the Raglan guards reminded each other. The wolf riders, lacking the ability to charge, were helpless against the huddled Raglan guards. They could only roar from afar at the thorn-covered Raglan guards. Having already held high status among the orcs, they were completely unlike the mindless, ordinary orcs. Seeing no advantage to be gained, they furiously retreated into the wilderness with the other orcs...
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"Hi! Lord Radil." Roland took the initiative to find Radil. He came here to ask Radil to strengthen the defense of the city of Jiliucheng.
"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Radil happily lay on the old wooden chair and basked in the winter sun.
"I need you to make magic pattern stone bricks to strengthen the city's defenses!" Roland explained his purpose.
"Well...I see, but what specifications of the city wall do you need?" Radil also sat up and said seriously. He needed to know the exact mission requirements.
"Based on the current city wall, let's build a wall that is 5 meters high and 5 meters wide." Roland thought for a while and decided to lay a solid foundation for the next upgrade to a 10-meter-high city wall.
"So how long will it take to complete?"
"This winter, maybe." Roland thought for a moment.
"Dragon God! Are you going to tire this old man like me to death?" Radil widened his eyes. He didn't expect that his king, who looked like a man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was actually a black-hearted capitalist.
"Your Highness, have you ever considered how much magic power it would take for me to use magic to condense the magic pattern bricks, stack them up, and then cast the reinforcement spell again? Besides, I'm just a tiny war mage, and my total magic power isn't enough for that level! There's no holy spring, moon well, or sun well here. I can only rely on meditation to restore my magic power..." Radil said a lot of things, and it could be summed up in two words - dreaming!
"Uh..." Roland touched his nose awkwardly.
"Sir Radil, here's what I think. You just need to make the magic-patterned stone bricks. You don't have to use magic to do the rough work of building the city wall. I will let the knights do it. You only need to reinforce it in the end." Roland quickly proposed a compromise plan.
"According to this calculation, I need to produce the magic pattern stone bricks needed for a 45-meter-long city wall in one day...Okay, old man, try your best." Radil pondered for a moment and finally agreed to Roland's plan.
"Oh! By the way! Your Highness, a small group of wandering Lagran guards have come to you. They should be here soon." When Roland was about to leave after receiving a satisfactory answer, Radil hurriedly told Roland the news. In his opinion, the glory of Lagran shone on this last lord, and countless people came to his side under the guidance of the Dragon God.
"Okay, I understand. I'll send someone to pick them up." Roland immediately realized that old man Radil must have sensed the arrival of the Lagrande guards.
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"Your Highness!" The Lagrande guards who had just arrived in front of the city saw Roland standing on the broken city wall. He raised his head at a 45-degree angle to look at the sky, trying to show off.
"Stand up! Welcome back to the glorious place of Lagran..." Roland extended his hand to signal them not to bow, and at the same time began to use his verbal persuasion to deceive them. Sure enough, under Roland's influence, a group of Lagran guards who had never seen the wickedness of human nature were about to point to the sky and swear to die for King Roland.
This scene was seen by Ivy who happened to pass by. The little girl's eyes twitched and she suddenly felt that her lord must have the potential to become a high priest (a great charlatan).
"Look, the brick-moving workers are here!" Roland could hear the contractor's laughter deep in his heart.
"What?" Upon hearing Roland's instructions, the Lagrande guards froze. What kind of lord was this? He actually ordered us Imperial City guards to do such menial work. Then they saw the knights, clad in standard Imperial armor, stripping off their armor.
"..." The guards of Lagran City looked at each other in silence, quietly took off their infantry armor and joined the brick-moving family.
"Huff, huff, huff~" Old man Radil sat down panting, holding onto the wall. It was obvious that his magic power was exhausted. A pile of magic-patterned stone bricks like a small mountain had piled up in front of him.
"That's all. Take it away." Radil pointed to the pile of stone bricks in front of him that were engraved with magic patterns. These stone bricks were engraved with magic - they were strong. Compared with stone bricks made of ordinary stone, the buildings built with these bricks would be more solid. Roland had seen the walls of Lagran City, which were engraved with at least 10 kinds of magic, and could even rebound magical attacks. The magic pattern bricks Radil made now were only the most basic magic pattern bricks, but considering that it was only the era of the Battle of the Lonely Mountain, the demand for advanced city walls was not particularly high. If it were put in the War of the Ring, this kind of city wall would be a bit embarrassing.
Lacking a means of transport like carts, the knights managed to tie bricks together with ropes and sling them onto their horses. The Lagran City guards, lacking warhorses, had no choice but to laboriously carry the bricks themselves. Suddenly, nearly two hundred people busily worked up and down a section of the wall, less than 50 meters long. Radil closed his eyes and meditated, a profound magical power slowly surging through him...
"Life is finally getting back on track..." Looking at the busy crowd, Roland smiled with relief.