Chapter 116 Summoning Arrow Rain
"You dwarf who is overconfident, now it's your turn to die!" Cottard sneered and raised his trident, the sharp blade gleamed with blood-colored magic light, and was about to throw this deadly weapon to kill the dwarf when a voice suddenly came from his ear. The rapid breaking wind howled.
The "son of the devil" raised his hand and grasped it, firmly holding the arrow shot from the side in his palm, and the half of the arrow tail exposed outside his palm trembled violently, as if it had life.
Cottard's complexion changed, he resisted the burning pain in his palm and turned his head to look in the direction of the arrow. What appeared in his vision was an old man with grizzled hair and a crude prosthetic leg on his crippled right leg. It looked like an undecorated wooden stake, holding an equally simple longbow in his hand, and the bowstring was still humming and trembling.
"Ha! Here comes another old guy who is going to die!" Cottard exerted his strength suddenly, breaking the arrow in his palm.
The old ranger Guillaume Tell responded with a smirk at his provocative move, drew his bowstring, and shot an arrow into the sky seemingly at random.
Cottard didn't understand what the old man's intention was, and raised his head vigilantly to follow the trace of the arrow. However, the moment the arrow left the string, it seemed to melt into the air, and it was nowhere to be found. Just when he was full of doubts, there was a sudden wave of magic power in front of him, and a large dense rain of arrows seemed to be created out of thin air, gathering into a dark cloud, roaring and shooting towards him.
Cottard's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly swung his cold-blooded trident to block. The rain of arrows swept past, leaving countless small wounds on the lizardman lord's body. Although they were not life-threatening, the blood dripping all over his body seemed a bit embarrassing.
"Damn old guy, I want to peel off your skin with my own hands and crush every bone in your body!"
Shame and anger made Cottard's eyes bloodshot, and he cursed viciously. He was about to fight back when he suddenly heard the horn for retreat behind him.
Cottard's complexion changed, he suppressed his anger, spread his black wings and soared into the air, flew back to the self-army position, after landing, he rushed towards Elder Bassoon, grabbed the horn with his hands and fell to the ground, crushing it with his foot.
"Bassong! Are you confused? Why did you order to retreat at this critical moment when the enemy's position is about to be captured!"
Facing Cottard's furious roar, Bassoon shook his head and smiled wryly.
"Master Patriarch, I have to remind you that the people fighting at the forefront at this moment are all our descendants. If we continue to implement this kind of storm tactics regardless of the cost of casualties, even if you eventually capture Delin Town as you wish, our direct troops will It will also be weakened due to heavy casualties, wouldn't it be in vain for those half-hearted guys in the tribe."
Hearing Basson's words, Cottard felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head, and his irritable mood immediately cooled down. Looking around the battlefield, he found that quite a few Lizardman generals were not actively leading their troops into battle, but were just pretending. , to deal with errands.
The "Cold-Blooded Tribe" is actually a union of many small tribes. The leaders of the small tribes are also military nobles, and each has a soldier from the same tribe under his command. These military nobles swear allegiance to the patriarch Cottard in name, but in fact they maintain a strong independence, especially on the battlefield, Cottard cannot bypass the military nobles and directly dispatch his direct troops, which makes the command very inconvenient.
In fact, Cottard also knew that some noble generals had a close relationship with Mirik and Weiss, and he did not agree with his authority as the patriarch in his heart, and he was not as loyal to himself as he claimed on the surface. When he decided to attack Delin Town, he wanted to use a victory to consolidate his status and authority. Unfortunately, the battle did not go as smoothly as expected. Instead, Weiss' extremely provocative words shook the morale of the army. Many generals were either instigated by Weiss and had concerns about the new patriarch's religious beliefs, or for the purpose of preserving their strength, they behaved very negatively on the battlefield.
Cottard had just sat on the throne of the patriarch, and his position was not yet stable. It was inappropriate for the enemy to offend the military nobles who held real power, so he could only suppress his displeasure in his heart. In order to keep the power in his hands, Cottard knew very well that under the current delicate situation, it is indeed not appropriate to consume too much of the direct line troops loyal to him, so he had to abandon the original storm plan and accept Elder Basson's suggestion to withdraw the direct line troops from the front line , to avoid more serious losses.
The lizardman cavalry who were fighting on the front line heard the retreat horn and quickly responded to the order to retreat.
Seeing the enemy's retreat, the young Delin militiamen held up their weapons one after another, cheering for repelling the ferocious bandits.
Standing in the crowd, Joan let out a long sigh of relief, thankful that he was still alive to see the sun tomorrow. In the just-concluded battle, the young mage had exhausted all his spell slots plus mythical power, and his physical and mental strength were severely exhausted. At this moment, he finally let go of the pressure, and the exhaustion he had accumulated for a long time erupted violently, making him feel exhausted all over his body. Fatigue, headache and nausea.
Qiao An walked up to a rejected horse with support, and sat on the crossbar to take a breath. At this time, it was approaching dusk, and the entrance of the town shrouded in the setting sun was like a beach after the ebb tide. As far as the eye could see, it was a mess. There were lying corpses of both the enemy and us, discarded weapons and pools of dazzling blood everywhere. black smoke.
The bleak scene in front of him made Joan strongly aware of the cruelty of the war for the first time in his life. The more cruel reality is that the war is not over yet, and the temporary calm indicates that a more violent storm is coming. When the lizardman army launches again Attack, what are the chances of Durin Town surviving?
It wasn't just Joan who was thinking about this serious issue. At the town hall meeting held in the square in front of the town hall that evening, Flint Anvil read out the list of victims in a sad tone. In today's battle, a total of forty-five militiamen gave their young lives to defend their homeland, and more than a hundred people were injured. Although the sacrifices of these warriors won a temporary victory for Delin Town and caused great damage to the enemy, the war is not over yet. The Lizardmen still have enough troops to launch an offensive again, but Delin Town cannot bear today's battle again. Such a heavy loss.
Compared with the casualties in front of them, what makes people more disturbed is the warning Weiss raised at the meeting. The lizardman prince understood Cottal and Bassoon's thoughts better than other residents of Delin Town, and frankly told those militia captains who were cheering for the victory just now: "The reason Cottard gave up the storm today is not because he has the ability to capture Delin Town, but does not want to lose too much of his direct line troops, Cottard needs to consolidate his position by conquering Delin Town, since it is impossible to capture Delin Town with only direct line troops, since Cottard believes that some of the tribe If these generals are not worthy of his trust, he will inevitably seek more reliable assistance from the outside world."
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