Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

"Target hit!"

After the feedback from the observation team, the No. 5 firing position cheered.

Although the good dwarf catapult placed here had become like this, at such a dangerous moment, as long as they could fight and unleash its power, it was good stuff!

Kang De was also happy. He patted the warlock's shoulder forcefully. Just now, he was in charge of the enchantment of the stone bullet, and this warlock chased the launch team aside and carried out the final calculation and firing.

He praised, "Pillar, you fought well!"

The warlock subconsciously revealed a reserved and shy smile, then said in a daze, "Pillar? My name is…"

"Cut the crap, Pillar. Hurry up and shoot a second time!"

Kang De saw the loading team pull in a second stone bullet with a tow truck. He quickly stepped forward and picked up the heavy pellet under their shocked gazes. Without panting or blushing, he placed the thing firmly on the launcher. Then, he pressed down with both hands and infused the elements. A strange-looking thing with mysterious composition was being formed.

The alchemist could not care less about introducing himself. The suspicion in his eyes deepened as he stammered, "This… this lord, are you really human?"

Kang De said impatiently, "What are you talking about from the beginning? If you continue to nag, do you believe that I'll tie you to it and shoot you out? Hurry up and go over!"

—It was true!

This was indeed an orc in human skin!

Only those crazy people would tie the goblins to the catapult and shoot!

The warlock was silent in fear and hurriedly got into position. Not long after, with a bang, another huge cannonball with an extremely strange shape and attributes soared into the sky and fell towards the elf formation outside the city.

This time, the elves' mages were already extra prepared. The moment the huge rock soared into the air, three Bursting Flame Bullets tore through the air and circled around. They streaked past a strong flame tail and struck the stone bullet from three directions.

Flames roared. The stone bullet shattered, but it still turned into dozens of fragments that exploded down. Every piece was wrapped in a disgusting or thick red or green light. They fell from the sky and struck the elves' array, hitting the skin of the wooden puppet. A fishy and strange aura spread. For a moment, the elves vomited and swayed. Strange moss grew on the skin of the wooden puppet, and then it decayed…

The soldier behind the array immediately blew the horn.

Not long after, a small team of surging deer had already rushed over. Some of these spirit beasts carried quivers and javelins on their bodies and allowed the soldiers to call them for help. Some were strong and half-knelt. They cooperated with the elf soldiers to carry the injured on their backs and returned to their formation to treat them like a whirlwind.

Under Valentine's dense and crazy firepower, the elf army still continued to advance. Under the cover of the wooden puppets, the brave Dragon Fang infantry continued to advance as they returned fire at the city wall. They fought bravely and were not afraid. Apart from being well-trained and well-equipped, the perfect and mature battlefield medical system also gave them endless confidence and courage.

The third foreign cannonball tore through the air.

The deer herd had already sent this special batch of injured people back. The Chief Medical Officer quickly came to a conclusion. The commander had obtained the information he wanted to know.

The adjutant reported, "It's a disgusting voodoo. Lord, other than the green-skinned, no race knows how to use such a dirty thing. Even the most exquisite alchemist can't extract its effective ingredients."

"…As expected."

The commander's face was as cold as frost, and his tone was also cold, "With such power, the green-skinned tyrant hidden in the city must be extremely powerful. According to the racial characteristics of the orcs, the stronger the green-skinned, the more problematic their brains are, and the crazier their thoughts are. There's no way to communicate at all. The green-skinned are simply the most uncontrollable accidental factor. How can the humans in the city be at ease with him, and how can he fight for humans?"

The adjutant said softly, "Then, Lord, how should we deal with it?"

"How should we deal with it?" The commander said coldly, "Of course, we'll continue to attack! It's only a catapult. Even if it's injured, how can it affect the entire battle? It's only a green-skinned tyrant who knows how to fiddle with the catapult, not an entire orc army. What use can it be for this war?"

The adjutant agreed coldly and the horn sounded again.

The world rumbled. The soldiers used their lives, and a rain of arrows flew. Destruction fell from the sky. Blood flowed, and lives quickly withered. The first wooden puppet finally collapsed under repeated attacks and fell to the ground.

However, the elf commander's heart was like a stone, and the soldiers continued forward without any hesitation.

The city was noisy and busy. The archers had already repaired three rounds. At such a distance, the reserve youth army who had not been trained in archery was also equipped with bows. Under close-range shooting, accuracy was no longer so important.

The most elite, determined, and brave warriors were already waiting on this section of the city wall.

The military strength in the city was being mobilized methodically and quickly. The tip of the army tilted towards this place. From the highest commander to the ordinary soldiers, looking at the approaching elf wooden puppet, everyone knew what would happen next… It was not only the human soldiers but also the elf soldiers.

They all wanted the war to develop in the direction they wanted.

Even if they needed sacrifices.

Even if the sacrifice… might be their lives.

The tall wooden puppet took its last steps.

Its body was already burning with raging flames. The human mage attacked with all his might, and rockets fell like rain. In the end, the elf mage did not have the strength to deal with the flames in all directions, but the man-made core of the wooden puppet squeezed out the last bit of magic power. The natural energy contained in the ancient wood erupted one last time. The wooden puppet suddenly took a step forward and raised the huge branch coiled by the right root, letting out a low roar.

Under everyone's gazes, this thick arm smashed into the city wall, shattering rocks and crushing three human soldiers who could not dodge in time.

As well as… building a bridge.

The battlefield paused for a moment. Perhaps it was an illusion, or perhaps it was the freeze of time and space that really existed.

The vast river of time recorded this moment.

Then, time circulated and surged forward.

The wooden puppet that had already lost all its motivation stopped dead and its entire body burned. In the next moment, the head of the wooden puppet exploded. Elves jumped out of the cave one after another, and the elf infantry who followed the advance grabbed the burning vines and roared as they climbed up along the remains of the puppet that was spreading with the flames!

The elves hiding in the wooden puppets shouted and rushed towards the city wall!

The guards on the city wall looked at all of this in a daze.

Immediately after, a young and ordinary soldier standing at the front roared, "Kill them—"

In the next moment, a cold arrow that came from somewhere had already pierced his throat.

The last shout changed its tone. The young soldier let go of his spear and covered his throat, his expression twisting in pain. He quickly realized his fate. He looked at his companions around him and his mouth which was gushing blood creaked as he hurriedly hissed, "Va—Valentine—"

The elf who was the first to rush over was already halfway through.

Under the vast world, the brave army attacked the small city. The most elite soldiers of the Dragon Fang Army stepped on the thick and solid roots and pressed forward with a fearless fighting spirit.

"Kill them—"

The city wall erupted! After a short shock and panic, the soldiers from all directions surged over! There was still dust and filth on their faces from the spell attack. The fear and uneasiness had yet to dissipate, but the moment the elves climbed the city wall, a strong will was injected into their souls.

When the news of the elves' invasion spread, the terrifying rumors of slaughter and enslavement seemed to have grown wings. They followed the wind and refugees to Valentine. When Valentine became the next target, they were once afraid and hated the cold-blooded and forceful City Lord for sealing the city gate and blocking the escape route. However, at this moment, when this moment arrived, they finally understood something clearly.

They had to protect this city!

It was not for Grand Duke Goethe or Mayor Nick, but for themselves, because this was also their home, because their family was here, and because everything was here!

"Va—Len—Tine—"

In a flash, in a moment of life and death, the elves jumped high into the air. The human soldiers brazenly welcomed them. The sharpness of their spears and halberds faced each other. The strength of their bodies and the advantage of good equipment determined the outcome of the battle. The first wave of battle ended with the elves winning completely. They easily killed the human soldiers sent by the other party. However, in the next moment, the second wave of soldiers had already squeezed through the corpses of their comrades and roared to welcome them. Their numbers and courage would make up for the disadvantage!

The sharp lights intertwined, and the soldiers of the two sides had already collided brazenly. Living and dead people continuously fell off the city wall. Bowstrings exploded like rain, and arrows flew crazily. At such a close distance and such a tragic killing, the elves' archery was already useless. They could only use their lives to endure and gamble!

"The strong live, and the weak die!"

The elf warriors of the Dusk Legion roared their creed and laws, slashing and assassinating. The two sides fought crazily around the extremely small width of the battlefield, piling up lives.

Flying axes, javelins, crossbow bolts, bows… Projecting weapons tore through the air, piercing through armor and splitting bodies. Blood flew and scattered in the sky. This battle had already become a huge vortex, attracting all the soldiers, firepower, and deaths here. The intensity of the battlefield continuously rose at a visible speed!

Flames spat out, and wind blades scattered. Frost rings continuously exploded. The elf mages also brazenly stepped forward and approached to cast spells. The human mages accompanied them to the end, and the noble spellcasters personally went to the frontline battlefield and supported their magic shields to weave magic, because the closer they were to the spellcasting distance, the more lethal they were!

Then, with a bang, the second wooden puppet had already approached the city wall and built a bridge!

The elves were cheering and roaring wildly. Accompanied by the crazy roars of the humans, the second battlefield was opened up again. The commander of the Dusk Legion cold-bloodedly bet the lives of the soldiers, and Nick played along to the end. The casualties now were greater than ever before, but this was war. It depended on who could not hold on first!

"Prepare—Fire!"

At Position 5, cannonballs soared into the sky one after another. With a sobbing and flustered report from the observation team, Kang De also knew the situation on the battlefield. This artillery team poured fire at the battlefield at an extremely high speed, but it was too late. The wooden puppets were already extremely close to the city wall. The catapults could no longer accurately hit these things that posed the greatest threat. They could only suppress and interfere with the enemy's projection troops outside the city.

Kang De heard a third bang.

The observation team above shouted, "The third… the third is also stuck!"

The warlock was silent for a moment before saying sternly, "Continue to report the location and shoot! We can only do what we can… Everyone can do this!"

There were already very few elements stored in his body. Kang De looked up at the city wall. The shouts of the war approached from afar. They were not the morale-boosting shouts when he endured the long-range attack earlier, but the venting and fear at a life-and-death moment. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Pillar King, I'll leave this to you."

This time, the Warlock did not protest and refute this strange nickname. Perhaps he was no longer in the mood to pay attention to these small matters. This person's eyes were focused and calm. He was doing extremely fast mental calculations and projections. Then, he commanded his subordinates to start a new round of support and attacks.

Kang De glanced at these busy people and flew up the city wall.

He recalled the thin fireman at the fire scene and the members of these artillery teams. They were all powerless people, but they also tried their best to protect this city.

They fought in their own way.

Kang De jumped onto the city wall.

At this moment, it was already close to noon. The sun was shining brightly, and the armor refracted the sunlight. At this moment, the city wall was brilliant, but blood and flames were still flying. The world was like a furnace, and everywhere on the city wall was in an intense chaotic battle. Looking down at the city from a high place, teams of soldiers were rushing over crazily. Their ears were filled with shouts of killing and screams.

Looking at the explosion of an atomic bomb from afar, he would not feel much.

However, watching the bloody battle of dozens of people up close could make an ordinary person's legs go weak from fear.

Kang De witnessed everything in front of him.

True war, cruel and terrifying war, the war where lives continuously withered, the war that turned people into lunatics. All he heard was howling. There were no hot-blooded and passionate slogans, only barbaric creatures degenerated by intelligent creatures fighting with their most primitive instincts, be it noble elves or ordinary humans.

That was all.

He looked at everything in front of him.

He did not feel panic, disgust, hot-blooded, or excited. He did not want to retreat or escape. At this moment, the first thought that appeared in his mind was not these.

He was only pitying these people and the instant death of these lives.

He only felt that war should not exist.

Then, end all of this and… make it not happen again!

He suddenly felt a burning sensation in his chest. Kang De subconsciously touched it. It was the location of the crimson scroll that was carefully stored. He no longer had the time to pay attention to this, because his sharp spiritual perception, which he had trained on the Holy Seal Islands, told him that he was already targeted.

His eyes turned into a golden dial, and the needle of time began to move.

The world slowed down. Kang De leaped forward and dodged the incoming arrow.

After activating Battle Aura Boost, his muscles exerted strength.

He flew and jumped along the inner battlement of the city wall.

Then, he stuck to the ground and rushed towards the bridge set up by the third wooden puppet!

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