Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

Chapter 738: Chapter 491: Fortress Defense Battle (Part 1)_2

“A…a Tier 5 Powerhouse?!”

Seeing the two instantly slain individuals, the vice-general, whose blade was still dripping blood, struggled to utter a few words in shock. Before he could say more, he was cut down by another incoming sword, leaving him lifeless on the ground.

Reflected in the stream of fresh blood flowing by the corpses were Taylor and the proud figure of Red Night.

This scene instantly stirred a wave of cheers from the people on the city wall.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Next, after eliminating the threats on the city wall, the six Tier 3 Magic Powerhouses who had just taken to the sky quickly became live targets for the Coldflame soldiers.

Under the aim of nearly two thousand longbows, they were soon shot down by the swarm of incoming arrows, and plummeted back into the sea of fire below.

Immediately after, a barrage of arrows and magic mingled with the fierce howling of wind assaulted Urne City…

At this point, the Holy Night Legion that had intruded was completely stripped of its threat.

Or rather, its total destruction was now only a matter of time.

“We’ve caught the turtle in the jar faster than I thought,” Leo Ray said, nodding to Taylor and Red Night who had returned to his side. He signaled for them to follow him back into the arrow tower they had just been in.

Looking at the current situation, the first step of turning the tables had been successfully completed.

The two immovable small fortresses on the hillside had each restrained an enemy legion.

So, the next target would naturally be the remaining two legions besieging the city.

As they advanced, Leo Ray’s expression was solemn, and he couldn’t help but take in a deep breath of the warm air tainted with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

“I must admit, the magic traps we set up in Urne City earlier played an incredibly crucial role. It’s just like a high-explosive landmine – no, perhaps even better,” he said thoughtfully, nodding and continuing to ponder. “This will undoubtedly be enlightening for the large-scale battles I’ll face in the future.”

Soon after, Leo Ray, who had returned to the fortress arrow tower, noticed the following situation:

Because everything had happened in the blink of an eye, the befuddled Holy Night Army hadn’t had any time to react.

As a result, the two neatly organized legions below the fortress that were staring at the re-closed city gate and the explosions and billowing smoke from the fortress looked utterly disoriented.

Even the lowest-ranking ordinary soldiers could clearly sense that the fate of their trapped Assault Legion was most likely grim.

“Although I can’t see the Holy Night Commander’s reaction, I can imagine the looks of shock and anger on his face,” Leo Ray murmured to himself with a raised eyebrow. “He probably never imagined that his perfect plan to capture the fortress would not only be effortlessly foiled by me, but also result in his own army being defeated.”

As Leo Ray pondered, a series of urgent and high-spirited horn blasts suddenly sounded from the rear Holy Night army position.

There was no need to guess – this was clearly the signal to attack.

“It seems the enraged Holy Night Commander is determined to launch a major assault on the city,” Leo Ray realized, nodding to Red Night and the others beside him, instructing them to continue with the planned next step of action.

Meanwhile, Lord White and Ariel Watson hurried over as well.

Leo Ray learned from Lord White’s description that the long-range forces ambushed around Urne City – a mage brigade and two archer brigades – had been recalled to the defense of the front city wall.

A heavy infantry brigade responsible for protection had also arrived.

As for the remaining enemy forces inside Urne City, they had been handed over to the close-combat troops led by Burt, who were carrying out the final mopping-up operation.

“Understood. It seems we’re now headed for the most intense showdown,” said Leo Ray before turning his gaze to the fortress city wall.

At this moment, standing at the very front of the crenelations were heavily-armored infantrymen holding up large shields.

Their armor and shields were faintly shimmering with magic flow light, indicating that they had been blessed with some kind of magic-resistant spell.

“Such supportive spells can only be cast by occupations like Holy-Light Priests, providing significant additional protection for a certain period,” Leo Ray thoughtfully nodded and continued to ponder. “Of course, due to the limited equipment tier of these soldiers and the low level of the spell, they naturally can’t compare to my subordinates equipped with full Tier 3 gear.”

“Speaking of which, besides Joshua, I don’t have any Holy-Light Priest positions under my command, so I know very little about these supportive spells,” he said.

“As for Gideon Black, a Dark Healer or Dark Priest, he has completely discarded supportive spells in favor of immense physical abilities and bestowing terrible abnormalities on others,” Leo Ray mused, nodding. “I hope that the next time I expand my population and upgrade my Mansion, I can recruit a priest team that excels in healing and supportive casting.”