Chapter 32: The Cowardly Man

  The morning sunlight fell down, making Lin Tian's mood very comfortable.

  The city at 7 o'clock in the morning, although diligent people have begun to move, but the city has not yet started its daily hustle and bustle.

  "The werewolf has arrived! Brave warriors willing to defend the Fairy Forest City, gather in front of the Lord's Mansion. The Lord is willing to share life and death with the city!"

  Countless family knights, under the command of the pipe house, rushed in all directions like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, completely awakening the city that was still quiet. The explosive news shook the entire city, and countless warriors came from all directions, gathered on the streets, and finally merged into the sea of people outside the castle lord's mansion.

  Unlike the last time's cold-blooded spectatorship, this time many mercenary groups that only care about profits, and even some small and medium-sized nobles who cherish their lives and feathers, have all contributed their combat power. It's not that they suddenly woke up, but rather because the content of the order mentioned werewolves.

  Everyone knows that the wolf cavalry is as swift as the wind, and even if they themselves flee, they will absolutely not escape this group of six-legged guys (not a pen error, but one wolf cavalry is six legs). Moreover, these notorious wolfmen have never taken prisoners alive. The only chance for survival was to hold on to Xianlin City. This made the volunteer army that participated in the war surprisingly reach a scale of 1,200 people in the end.

  This made Lin Tianxi, who was slowly coming out, beyond his expectations. With so many miscellaneous troops defending the city, it made a certain residence, which originally wanted to send 200 long gun soldiers into the battlefield, give up this idea again.

  "Fellow villagers of Xianlin City, there are about 3,000 wolf cavalrymen outside, charging straight at us. Obviously, they won't leave anyone alive. If you want to protect your parents and relatives, if you want to protect your brothers and friends, if you want to protect your life and property, then we must fight. If we defend it, everyone will live! If we can't defend it, heh heh, I'll choose to take my own life just like all of you."

  "The enemy has 3000, while we have 1500. We also have a solid and fortified city, whereas the wolf people do not have siege weapons. We will definitely be able to hold out. Moreover, we are not completely isolated in this fight, as the elves and dwarves will arrive as reinforcements. It all depends on whether we can withstand it ourselves. Everyone, loudly tell me, do you have confidence?"

  A certain lord worked hard to persuade, and at the same time opened up the special building of the Elf tribe for the entire city, the effect of the Goddess statue. Like a sudden flash of holy light, everyone suddenly felt a sense of encouragement from the bottom of their hearts, as if the goddess was whispering in their ears. Each person could clearly feel the attention and blessing of the gods, and morale surged upwards (actual effect is +2 morale).

  "Yes! Yes! Yes!" For a moment, arms rose like a forest, and the shouting shook the sky.

  The earth-shaking war drums sounded once again, the fragile agreement between tribes and alliances had long been destroyed... Oh my sister! Where is the opening animation of World of Warcraft? Don't mess around, got it?

  Lin Tian leaned against the city wall with one hand, and the bleak feeling that came through his fingertips made him feel a bit heavy-hearted...

  The wolf cavalry army arrived outside the city as scheduled, with three distinct rows of 1,000-man teams, neatly arranged at a distance of one arrow's flight from the city. Their military formation was strict and imposing, their attack was like fire, and they were as still as a mountain. The overwhelming battle intent enveloped the entire city, causing the motley troops behind him, who had just become slightly arrogant, to instantly lose their morale... Unfortunately, he hadn't yet learned leadership skills, but the +2 morale effect of the Goddess statue wouldn't be so easily offset by these guys outside the city with their despicable aura.

  This time, Lin Tian had almost hidden all his troops. Now on the city wall, only 150 of his archers who hadn't been upgraded yet appeared. He had considered throwing out the 200 long gunners to put up a show, but he was worried that they would suffer too many casualties, so they didn't appear on the city wall either. With just 1200 miscellaneous soldiers, 200 city defense troops, and his own 150 archers, it's likely that they absolutely can't withstand the 3000 elite outside. A cold glint flashed in a certain residence's eyes - this was exactly the effect he wanted, to make them judge like this.

  Outside the city, General Lang Ping was somewhat entangled. What his subordinates were good at and what they were not good at, as a veteran wolf general who had been a consultant for many years, he knew like the back of his hand. The wolf cavalry was a light cavalry, quick to act, and was skilled in harassment warfare and guerrilla warfare; in order not to give the wolf an extra burden, they almost didn't wear armor, and the wolf under them would consciously protect their master's weak point - the abdomen, without worrying about it, they had enough impact force. But on the other hand, once they left the wolf, all of these would re-expose their weaknesses to the enemy, attacking the city? Undoubtedly not suitable for the wolf cavalry to do, but now he only brought 3,000 wolf cavalry according to the commander-in-chief's order, and the opponent was clearly playing turtle, who would attack the city if they didn't? If they delayed the progress, the violent tiger general's anger would have to be borne by himself.

  Some of the werewolves looked up at the city outside, and in one second they confirmed that the 1500 low-strength miscellaneous soldiers, even if they relied on the city, would be very confident to take down. He raised his hand forcefully, and at the same time, all the werewolves drew their curved knives, and the battlefield was instantly filled with flashing blades and a bloody atmosphere. This group of brave warriors prepared to ride on the back of wolves, charge under the city, and then cooperate on foot, trying to find a way to rush up to the top of the city wall. They firmly believed that as long as a small batch of people could stand firm on the city wall, victory would belong to them... Their general also thought so.

  Someone was excitedly waiting for the enemy to attack the city on the city wall, everything went according to plan, under his control... The central army outside the city, a small **caught his attention, this unpredictable variable made his heart suffer.

  What is it? Could it be? A dwarf man?

  Wretched people! Like parasitic plants, they cling to the wolf tribe and coexist with werewolves, but their numbers are extremely scarce. Among 10,000 werewolf infants, only one may mutate into a wretch. This creature... how can I put it? Their upper limbs have almost completely degenerated, leaving only a small joint without fingers, like an infant; this makes them inherently unable to learn any combat skills, and they are also isolated from magic. Their lower limbs are weak and spindly, able to stand upright with the support of a pair of bamboo stilts, but unable to move on their own; generally, they can only walk by leaning on the shoulder of a strong werewolf guard. They are even more helpless than ordinary civilians without any combat power.

  Their value lies in their slightly comical big heads, which possess superior intelligence far surpassing that of ordinary werewolves; plus the innate ability to sing the Werewolf War Song. The Werewolf War Song is their specialty, a mysterious battle hymn that has no effect on any other race but can only affect the wolf tribe. When sung, it sounds like wailing and howling, but its effects are astonishing, able to increase the attack power of all werewolves within a vast range who can hear the song by around 20%. This is a typical strategic troop type. Generally, in a regular army of 10,000 werewolves, there might be only one Lycan equipped. They are like the political commissars, instructors, and chiefs of staff all rolled into one, making their status extraordinary.

  At this time, the lone man was on the back of a sturdy werewolf, slowly making his way towards their general, with all the soldiers along the way saluting and silently clearing the road!