The battle has lasted from noon to evening.

Arian was attacking the city wall at all costs, and more and more enemies had already climbed to the top of the city, fighting with the Niphgad defenders, fighting for control of the city wall.

Only scattered arrows were still shooting out from the city walls and the towers that had not yet fallen into a stalemate. Instead, more arrows were shooting from the army formation in the distance, harvesting the soldiers on the city walls regardless of the enemy.

Even Vatir joined the battle and was fighting on the top of the city with several guards.

The battle has entered a white-hot stage.

More Valedi troops were swarming under the city walls, and vibration came from the city gates under their feet. The sound of siege hammers hitting the steel-rolling gate railings again and again. The Nifgad defenders who had lost their long-range attack ability had no choice but to let the heavy metal impact sound sound again and again.

Yennefa looked in another direction, and balls of fire were shooting out from another adjacent tower, where Tris was.

Continuous fireballs fell into the approaching army, exploding roses made of flesh and blood, but did not delay the enemy's approaching pace.

On the tower, Tris' breathing was a little rapid:

"Mr. Stuart, aren't you going to help?"

The sorcerer has long lost his usual elegance. His long maroon hair has been wet with sweat, and he has been pressed on his cheeks. The green robe is also stained with a lot of dust.

"Wait a little longer." The black-haired young man looked at the battlefield below, his voice as calm as ever.

The battle has been going on for hours, but Zach is still patiently waiting for the best opportunity.

This time, it can't be a small fight anymore.

He wants the whole world to remember this day.

After coming to this world, he has taken action several times, and each time it is extremely efficient and direct.

But his magic almost always emphasizes efficiency first, so it is not intuitive enough in terms of destructive power.

This world has not yet truly understood from the depths of the soul, what it will face next.

So this time, Zach wants to show the true power of the mage to this world in the simplest, most direct, most violent, cruel, and most wanton and arrogant way.

However, Zach is just a first-level mage, and it is not easy to achieve this goal.

The death range of most Three-ring spells is about 100 meters, which is enough to erase one or two infantry phalanxes.

To deal with such low-morning army, a few three-ring spells can make these enemy troops flee.

But a defeat is far from enough.

What Zach wants is an annihilation battle.

Although he could directly destroy the five thousand enemy troops under the city, the price was to exhaust magic.

With the lessons from the past, he has learned to keep his magic more carefully.

He needs a more clever way.

The black-haired mage looked at the battlefield under the city, with burning corpses, horse-repellent and broken wood on the muddy ground.

The steaming hot air scattered the light of the flames, making the military formations in the distance look distorted and shaking.

Retracting his gaze, Zach asked Tris beside him: "Ms. Tris, I remember you can use a wide range of killing magic, such as meteor shower and Azula Thunderfall."

"Those magics consume too much energy." The sorcerer twitched the red hair on his cheek, and pointed to the battlefield below and said. "Arian was obviously prepared for our spell attacks. The formations of the Varedi army were very loose, and the attack landing points of the large spells were random, making it difficult to hit targets with sparse distribution."

Zach looked at the red-haired warlock.

"Ms. Triss, I know it sounds unreasonable, but I hope you can release the spell you are most famous for."

The sorcerer looked at the black-haired young mage in confusion when he heard this.

"My most famous spell?"

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The night has already fallen, sparse stars flashing in the night sky, and the full moon shines the silver moonlight on the earth through the thin clouds.

Geralt pulled Alice's long sword out of a Varedi soldier's chest, and the runes on the sword reflected a strange light through the bright red blood.

There were more than a dozen corpses and countless broken limbs and broken arms lying on the surrounding ground.

The fierce battle that lasted from the morning to the present brought the witch hunter to the limit. Just now, he drank three bottles of decoction of Hekna, Blood Demon and Swamp Witch, and two bottles of potions of Thunder and Swallow.

The witch hunter's face was covered with blue veins, and the whites of his eyes had turned black.

The blood slowly penetrated into the gloves and disappeared.

Geralt felt his energy return to his tired body again, and the wounds on his back and left arm were slowly healing.

He looked up at the enemy who was still standing around him. The terrifying gaze made everyone take a few steps back. The witch hunter kicked out, and his yellow pupils drew two arcs in the darkness.

Yennefa and Flyngela stood on the tower next to the city gate.

The sorcerer Flingila, who had short black hair, held up her hands with her hands, and the white translucent magic shield was blocking the two attacking arrows. Yennafi waved his hand to the battlefield in the distance, and a lightning fell down there with her will, blowing away two crossbowmen.

The rumbling thunder came after a few breaths, and was then covered by the sound of fighting not far below.

Without the protection of the moat, the Valedi Army quickly controlled the area in front of the city gate.

The city gate, which was not originally solid, was quickly broken by a siege hammer, and the Niphgads were fighting with the Varedi army in the urn behind the city gate.

Looking down from the tower, the black-haired warlock could clearly see that the Nilfgad defenders who died in battle had covered half of the city, and the black armor squeezed together looked like layers of beetles.

The morale of the Niphgads has not collapsed, probably because they knew that the most noble man from the entire empire was sitting in the command post behind them, Emperor Enhill.

But unyielding will is far from equal to the final victory.

Or in the current battlefield, the two have nothing to do with each other - there are not many Nifgad defenders who can stand, but the Valedi army is still joining the battle.

Burning flames were scattered on the battlefield in front of the city wall, reflecting the enemy troops rushing towards the city wall.

Further away, there were small and dense fires, which were torches in the hands of the enemy. They stretched to the end of the horizon and eventually formed a piece of them.

Yennefa stared nervously at the tower in the distance, which had been without movement for a long time.

Did Triss run out of strength? The sorcerer thought to himself.

What the hell is that Zach doing? Why hasn't it been moved yet?

Just as Yennaifa mobilized the chaotic energy again and tried to guide lightning to strike the enemy in the city, a thunder suddenly echoed across the battlefield.

The sorcerer stopped the spell in his hand and looked around, looking for the source of the sound.

"Boom" another thunder sound.

The sorcerer suddenly looked up at the sky.
Chapter completed!