Chapter 35: Werewolf's Elegy

  The great druids, under the command of Lin Tian, used rhythmic summoning of thorn techniques in areas where the enemy was more concentrated. Of course, the common problem with range magic is that its power is relatively small, but it doesn't matter, as the 60 great druids' batch casting of thorn techniques achieved quite good results, killing over a hundred and injuring nearly a thousand. The other long-range units also began to systematically eliminate the enemy in an organized manner.

  After a fierce battle, the wolves outside the city were no longer as dense as before, probably only about half remained. On the city wall, there were very few enemies who could stand firm, and they lacked the command of their general, and their morale had been severely depleted.

  Looking at the enemy in front of him who was already showing signs of fatigue, Lin Tian couldn't help but worry that they would be forced to retreat from the battlefield! This was absolutely not what he wanted to see.

  After a moment of contemplation, he decided to withdraw all the inner city troops to the gate at the foot of the city, where they formed a semicircular pocket formation. The Rohan and priestly professions, who were also battlefield nannies, followed the inner city troops into action. Previously, Lin Tian had strictly ordered that all healing spells could only be used on the Divine Warriors, and not wasted on the mercenaries. This wasn't because he was heartless, but because reality dictated it - after all, the Divine Warriors were his loyal subordinates, whereas these mercenaries who were forced to participate in the city's defense would scatter and go their separate ways once the battle was over.

  The remote troops on the city wall and the great Druids were still tirelessly killing enemies, and it can be said that most of the damage output came from them.

  A certain house had secretly summoned 12 holy knights and 30 golden unicorns to the dark place far from the city gate.

  Having arranged everything, Lin Tian gave a decisive order to open the city gate...

  The huge and eye-catching opening sound made the mercenaries extremely suspicious, but when they turned back to see the troops lined up inside the city, they immediately felt at ease and continued fighting.

  The wolf riders were different, they had lost their general and military strategist, the offensive was blocked, even the bravest warriors couldn't help but secretly harbor a desire to retreat, yet in pursuit of glory, under the leadership of each chiliarch, they continued to make attempts with faint hope.

  They were stunned by the sudden good news, and saw that the city gate was open, with no soldiers guarding even the entrance. What's going on? Did some other brother succeed?

  Can't manage so many wolf-like people, thinking was never their strong suit, they only need to charge and destroy. The three Wolf Rider Centurions simultaneously pointed their war knives at the spacious city gate that could accommodate ten people entering at the same time, and the morale of the wolf-like soldiers rose like they had been injected with chicken blood, yelling as they charged forward...

  In order to control the number of enemies entering at any moment, Lin Tian even joined forces with the Great Druids and enthusiastically used Earth Spike to play a game of intercepting micro-operations.

  A considerable number of the first batch of wolf riders, after entering the city, were immediately subjected to a baptism by fire from the long-range troops who had been waiting on the city walls. They suffered heavy casualties and their formation was thrown into great disorder. Although they mustered up their remaining courage, they were unable to break through the dense inner city defense line in one breath. At the moment of contact, Lin Tian's carefully laid out killing field stood firm as Mount Tai...

  With the emergence of a rare new attack point, the wolf-like people who advocated offense launched their final fierce attack without regard for anything. Soldiers were constantly being harvested in various ways, some were shot dead by arrows, some were killed by lightning, some were hit to death by magic projectiles, and some were pierced through by ground thorns. Even more were trampled to death after being injured by their own people. The area from the city gate to the pocket array became a veritable road of death.

  The casualties had reached the point where even all the chiliarchs were killed, in fact, the wolf cavalrymen had already failed, but they, who had been driven mad by killing, selectively forgot all this, and yearned for a heroic death on the charging road, rather than being a cowardly fugitive who was despised by their own people.

  Less than 500 Wolf People are left, under the reluctant command of the Hundred Chiefs, gathering to prepare for withdrawal!

  Do you remember withdrawing now? Are you still withdrawing?

  "Brothers, our reinforcements have arrived!" A feigned shout of surprise, after attracting the attention of the mercenaries, Lin Tian commanded his troops to set off in his heart.

  One side looked at the battered troops with more than 30% casualties and ordered them to clear the way. Soon, 12 Holy Knights and 30 Golden Unicorns emerged from the open city gate, trampling forward. At the same time, 60 Silver Flying Horsemen burst out of the low-flying slash, speeding towards the enemy who had already completed their assembly.

  A series of high-pitched eagle cries echoed through the air, as 60 Royal Griffin Lions, already soaring in the sky, swooped down like meteors into the enemy ranks. All mid-to-high-level commanders were instantly severely injured by the powerful beasts and violently seized into the air, only to be torn apart and scattered in all directions. The wolf cavalry below watched this scene with trepidation. In the next moment, when the cavalry charged in, the outcome of the battle was immediately decided...

  The vast majority of werewolves were killed, and a small number of survivors escaped into the nearby thicket.

  Haha! Brother was well-prepared. Haven't you guys noticed that in this small forest, there are some yellowish trees that have grown a bit too early?

  In the dense forest, some very discordant miserable cries appeared. 12 sixth-order war trees were enough to deal with these remnants of soldiers, it was simply a waste of great talent on small tasks. In order to prevent any individual fish from escaping the net, he even dispatched dozens of flower demons to guide the direction for the big trees.

  No one was left alive in this battle. Even some surviving wolves were ordered to be processed into meat food, and all warriors had a midnight snack.

  The entire Xianlin City was in a state of jubilation, to the point where this sudden and mysterious reinforcement suddenly disappeared without a trace, and no one dared to ask Lord Mei about it. Lin Tian felt somewhat disheartened and self-reproachful at this time. At the start of the war, the voluntary army unit with over 1,200 people had suffered more than half casualties, now there were still over 300 people unscathed, over 400 people lightly injured, over 100 people seriously injured, and the confirmed death toll exceeded 400.

  Actually, Lin Tian also knew that he had done a good job. If it were any other lord, it would probably be a dead-end situation where the city would be breached and the family would perish. If it weren't for his incredible luck in taking down that despicable person at the time, it's questionable whether the voluntary army could have even saved one person. Of course, he blamed himself for having strictly forbidden the use of healing magic on those people, which left him with some psychological burden. However, upon further reflection, he realized that this order was undoubtedly a ruthless yet correct choice, as all the healing magic had been depleted in the end, and many of the divine warriors' inner troops were sacrificed due to lack of timely treatment. It's all about making choices! He felt like he had gained some insight into something.

  The young baron declared on the spot that more than 100 seriously injured brothers, the Merlin family would spare no expense to save them back. They were allowed to receive a small bottle of life medicine from John, the steward of the Merlin family, which could be sold for more than 240 gold coins on the black market, a high-grade goods that could completely snatch them from the hands of the god of death.

  Everyone couldn't help but sigh, spending nearly 30,000 gold coins in one go, what a lavish move! The Meilin family has indeed risen to prominence! Half of the city's population is grateful to this family, and the young master is unmatched for the time being.

  Of course, in fact these medicines are worth no more than a thousand taels of gold, just a small gesture! A certain wicked lord is secretly pleased!