Chapter 59: Elite Kobolds all out!

The morning sun dispelled the chill on the wasteland.

But inside and outside Vanguard Valley Castle, a murderous atmosphere permeated.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The urgent alarm gong sounded again.

The soldiers and reservist members on the city wall immediately became tense.

Roko stood at the highest point of the city tower, holding a monocular telescope, observing the distance.

The black-pressed Kobold army rushed over like a tide.

This time, their formation was different from yesterday.

A Kobold troop with a huge number slowly approached from the front, with great momentum.

And on their two sides, there were two Kobold troops of slightly smaller scale, moving rapidly, seemingly wanting to outflank the castle.

"Hart, it seems the enemy has changed tactics."

Roko put down the telescope, his tone calm.

Hart's expression was somewhat grave.

"Master, the front is a feint."

"Their target should be the two wings of the castle."

"I have ordered Bake and Luoen to lead a squad of knights each to strengthen the defense of the two wings."

Roko nodded.

"Very good."

"Order the archers and bed crossbows to prioritize attacking those Kobolds attempting to approach the city wall."

"Don't be stingy with arrows; today, we want to give them a painful lesson."

"Yes! Master!"

Hart immediately went down to convey the order.

Fura gripped the longsword in her hand, and cold killing intent flickered in her heterochromatic pupils.

She was ready to throw herself into the battle at any time.

Martina hugged the ledger, her small hands clenching nervously, but her eyes were exceptionally firm.

This battle was related to the life and death of Vanguard Valley.

She had to believe in Roko.

"Kill!"

The Kobold troop feigning an attack from the front, under the leadership of Luokesa, let out heaven-shaking roars.

They waved their simple weapons and rushed toward the castle.

"Shoot!"

The archers on the city wall, under the command of the officers, began precise shooting.

Arrows fell like raindrops, shooting the Kobolds rushing at the front to the ground.

The bed crossbows also let out dull roars, and the huge crossbow arrows whistled, tearing open gaps in the Kobolds' dense formation.

However, these Kobolds seemed to be fearless of death, still frantically charging toward the city wall.

At the same time, on the west and east sides of the castle.

The Kobold troops led by Geluomu and Sika also began fierce attacks on the city wall.

They used simple grappling hooks and temporarily built ladders, attempting to climb the city wall.

"Block them!"

Bake and Luoen roared, leading the knights and soldiers under their command to engage in a tragic hand-to-hand battle with the Kobolds who had climbed the city wall.

Swords flashed, and blood splattered.

Kobolds were constantly being hacked down and falling from the city wall.

Soldiers were also constantly being injured, and even sacrificed.

The battle entered a white-hot stage from the very beginning.

Roko calmly observed the entire battlefield.

His gaze was cast more toward the north side of the castle.

There, it was still silent.

This was just the silence before the storm.

That cunning Kobold commander must be waiting for the best opportunity.

"Fura."

Roko suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?"

Fura immediately looked at him.

"North city wall, it's handed to you."

"If the enemy appears there, hit them hard!"

A trace of excited light flashed in Fura's heterochromatic pupils.

"Good!"

She nodded heavily, her figure flashed, and she swept toward the north city wall.

Martina looked at Fura's departing back and then looked at Roko.

"Roko, do you think they will come from the north?"

Roko smiled slightly.

"That Kobold commander is not a guy who plays by the rules."

"The most dangerous place is often the place most easily overlooked."

"And, I always feel that his real killing move hasn't been used yet."

Just then, a commotion suddenly came from the city wall on the north side of the castle.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The shrill shouts tore through the brief silence.

Roko's eyes instantly became sharp.

"They're here!"

I saw that on the wasteland on the north side of the castle, a Kobold troop with a number of about one thousand appeared quietly like ghosts.

They moved rapidly and silently, completely different from those manic Kobolds on the front battlefield.

This Kobold troop, each wearing relatively complete leather armor, held sharp scimitars or short spears.

Their eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, full of wild desire for slaughter.

At the lead was the Kobold commander Kaersasi.

The huge serrated greatsword in his hand shimmered with chilling cold light in the sun.

"Now!"

Kaersasi let out a low roar.

"For the glory of the Orcs!"

"Kill all these humans!"

"Charge!"

One thousand elite Kobolds, like arrows released from a bow, launched a desperate charge toward the relatively low city wall on the north side of the castle.

Their speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed to the foot of the city wall.

"Shoot!"

The soldiers responsible for defense on the city wall shot arrows in a panic under the command of the officers.

But the reaction speed and defensive capability of these elite Kobolds were far beyond those of ordinary Kobolds.

They flexibly dodged the arrows or blocked them with the weapons in their hands.

The few Kobolds who were hit only let out a muffled groan and continued to rush forward frantically.

"Ladders!"

Kaersasi roared.

Dozens of Kobolds carrying long-prepared siege ladders quickly placed them against the city wall.

"Up!"

Kaersasi took the lead, being the first to climb the siege ladder.

His movements were agile and fierce, and the serrated greatsword in his hand kept waving, hacking the soldiers attempting to stop him to the ground.

"Protect the Master!"

Hart saw the critical situation on the north city wall, his face changing greatly.

He immediately led a squad of elite knights to support the north city wall.

"All reservists, follow me!"

Qiaowen also roared, leading those serfs and free citizens who had just picked up weapons not long ago, rushing toward the north wall.

Although they were afraid in their hearts, Roko's previous promise and the belief in defending their home gave them courage.

The north city wall instantly became the most tragic meat grinder on the entire battlefield.

The elite Kobolds were like tigers coming down the mountain, frantically impacting the defenders' defensive line.

The defenders fought hard, but in front of these powerful enemies, they felt somewhat powerless.

Soldiers constantly fell, and blood stained the city wall red.

"Die!"

Kaersasi roared, hacking a knight who tried to sneak attack him into two halves with one sword.

His strength had reached the Great Warrior Peak, no weaker than Hart.

Under his leadership, the elite Kobolds quickly tore a gap in the city wall.

"Hahaha! Humans, your doomsday is here!"

Kaersasi laughed wildly, his eyes full of bloodthirsty light.

Just then, a petite figure appeared in front of him like a ghost.

It was Fura.

Fura's heterochromatic pupils flickered with cold killing intent.

The longsword in her hand drew a beautiful arc in the sun, aiming straight for Kaersasi's throat.

"Hmm?"

Kaersasi was shocked in his heart; he didn't expect this Cat-kin, who looked weak, to possess such a sharp offensive.

He hurriedly waved his sword to block.

"Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

Kaersasi only felt a huge force coming from the blade, shaking his tiger's mouth until it was numb, and he couldn't help but retreat half a step.

He looked at Fura in horror.

This Cat-kin's strength was actually only a little weaker than his?! ===== CHAPTER 60 =====