Chapter 1089 1071 Spell Fireball

Chapter 1089 1071. Spell·Fireball

"Come in! Come in, meow!"

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

The very tired soldiers, who were holding their shields in front of them, were dumbfounded when they saw the little cat wearing clothes and talking with a sword, who had just chopped down three or four orcs in front of them.

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

The guard muttered to himself.

But when the war situation became a little clearer and calmer, Bard hugged his three children as if they were surviving the disaster.

He closed his eyes and looked happy.

"Thank you." Bud said solemnly to Fluffy 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 people.

Fili, on the other hand, had no time to respond to Bard. He threw the weapon transformed from the blacksmith's hammer to the ground. If this was not enough, he spat on it.

He was carrying a bag of crudely made modified weapons along the way. Basically, one of them would be broken after a few fights with the orcs, or it would simply be distorted and deformed during the fighting, and the center of gravity of the weapon would change and become unbalanced. So much so that I dare not use it anymore.

When we got here, there was only one hammer left in the bag of weapons.

There were a lot of ordnance on the ground, so Fili immediately walked over there, picking and inserting several swords into his body before he felt a little relieved.

But in this case, moments of slight reprieve are ultimately rare and short-lived.

It seemed that the orcs saw the orcs when they were moving on the street.

The orcs, who had determined where the target was, naturally began to gather their strength and wanted to break through the square directly, and then kill the target and the townspeople in one go.

This is not good news.

The number of orcs is uncertain so far. Bard and the others only know that these ugly things seem to be indulging their desire for destruction and killing everywhere in the town.

And if they just wanted to kill people, if they attacked the square with fire and almost captured the entire Changhu Town except the square, it would be unreasonable to find flammable materials.

The shields of the guards were just ordinary wooden shields covered with iron, but they had no power to withstand flames.

But what makes Bard and the dwarves strange is that the orcs don't seem to intend, or in other words, don't have the ability to perform fire attacks.

Although I don’t know why, the number of orcs who rushed over even in hand-to-hand combat was much less than expected.

But even so, to a group of fishermen, civilians, or guards who were just messing around and managing 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 an unpleasant sound of "roaring, roaring, roaring." Their foul-smelling gray-white limbs were holding daggers or weird long swords, and they were like mad dogs heading towards the shields guarding the three entrances to the square. The guards pressed.

As the orcs roared, their saliva, excited by the blood, sprayed on the faces of the soldiers on the opposite side.

It makes humans sick and scared.

In a shield confrontation, fear, nausea, and other psychological problems will weaken the strength of the arm.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp arrow came from behind the shield guard!

The arrow accurately grazed the bodies of the guards, and they stood in front of them, blocking most of the shields. A fatal blow from the gap!

It was inserted into the eye socket of the orc who was pressing forward!

"Hold on!" Bard kept holding on, taking out another arrow from the quiver on his back and shooting it out, "Press forward! Press forward! If you retreat any further, you will clear the way!"

During the recent attacks by the orcs, Bard had been automatically recognized as a commander on the battlefield.

He was already well-known among the townspeople. He was a descendant of the Lord of River Valley City, Jirion. All the refugees who fled from River Valley City recognized him.

Therefore, the mayor of Changhu Town regarded him as a threat to his status.

And when the mayor turned around and entered the official residence and was nowhere to be seen, everyone knew that he was probably hiding.

Then power will naturally leave those who dare not take over and find new holders.

Bud is the one in charge.

And Bud's shooting skills are also known to be good.

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 as themselves and shoot arrows.

Who knows if he would die at the hands of an orc or an arrow in the back?

Only Bard, his shooting skills are considered by the townspeople to be comparable to the elves. Although basically no one in the townspeople has ever seen an elf.

"All the old people and children who come after you! Go into the mansion at the back. The men go to the ground to get weapons to fight! Hurry!"

Bard shouted while shooting arrows, and even though his breath was unstable, he could still hit the target accurately.

"Go in?" An old man who just came in asked tremblingly, "But, that's the mayor's official residence."

"What bullshit mayor does he care about now? Just go in! A lot of people have already gone in!"

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

Bard's three children are very sensible. Even the youngest girl supported a child of her own age and nodded to her father before sending him to the official residence.

The children's performance made Bard feel relieved and proud, but at the same time, the human archer looked at the orcs who were squeezing in from outside with more and more dangerous eyes.

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

In order to survive, to keep their families alive, both sides were squeezing forward, gritting their teeth, as if they wanted to squeeze out the blood and internal organs of the other side in the process.

Bard kept shooting behind the line with his archery skills.

During this process, Thorin, with blood on his face, held the beast bite sword and walked towards Bard.

The dwarf pulled Bard's belt and said to him in a deep voice.

"We have to go, Bard!"

"You want to escape? The king under the mountain has lost the courage to go to the battlefield?!"

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

At this time, the whole town was burning, and the firelight illuminated the billowing black smoke in the dark night. After leaving the range of the firelight, the black smoke was entangled with the night and could no longer be distinguished.

The cold weather and the scorching heat of the fire invaded in waves in the air flow, irregularly and with the dazzling flames, people felt dizzy.

Bard's mind was a little unclear.

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

"Calm down, archer!"

"Think about the plan that Lan En said at your house!"

Thorin said calmly, while tapping his chest.

"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 Lan En's words.

But let the dwarves leave?

Where will the dwarves go after leaving? How can he not know? These dwarves have already revealed their cards. They are going to Lonely Mountain to restore their country.

If the dwarves leave today, they can survive. But what about tomorrow?

After the dwarves woke up the dragon in the lonely mountain, the prophecy showed that the Long Lake would be set on fire and burn everything!

"What are you still hesitating about, Bard!"

Thorin shouted.

"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 side by side with you. Now you say they are not your people, aren't you ashamed?"

"Are you just watching the orcs slaughtering?"

Bard's eyes flickered, he pursed his lips, and quickly wandered around the guards, the male townspeople with weapons, the dwarves, and the silhouette of the lonely mountain in the distance.

The emotion of the difficult choice is simply beyond words.

The orcs at the moment, or the dragons in the near future?

"Huh~"

Bard exhaled with difficulty, and Thorin saw this, nodded, let go of the hand holding Bard's collar, and took a step back.

In fact, there is no choice at all now.

As long as people can live one more day, they will always be better.

Just as Bard was about to make arrangements

"Bang!!!"

There was a loud bang! , along with the corner of the trail extending from the entrance of the square.

A burst of air waves and surging flames sprayed out!

Many pieces of orc limbs that had been broken and could not be distinguished were washed out with the air waves, and finally fell into the wooden house across the waterway with crackling sounds.

"Meow?"

The fluffy ball, relying on its small size and light body, jumped around above the heads of the crowd and attacked with the Thundercat sword. Its sword was inserted into the head of an orc, and then the body of the 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 started.

A huge shadow was cast in the flickering firelight.

Lan En walked out from the corner.

Although the Arondite on his right hand would not let blood stick to the blade, after just cutting the orc, there was still a trickle of blood flowing down the blade, and finally it was drained away.

On the palm of his left hand, a fist-sized fireball was floating.

The surface of the fireball was constantly rolling, and people 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, except for being a little gloomy, it is impossible to see that there is actually a powerful magic set up by the Northern Kingdom.

The spells of wizards are often the same white light flashing.

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

The human guards holding shields in front opened their mouths wide behind the shields, and the orcs standing behind and squeezing forward also turned their heads in fear.