() Aimeier is a very wise city lord, otherwise he would not be supported by most citizens.

But at this time, I could only frown and couldn't think of any good countermeasures.

Her beautiful eyes moved slightly, looking at the half-demon formations under the city. Emel's pretty face seemed to be painted with plaster, and it was extremely ugly.

Suddenly her beautiful eyes narrowed, and her gaze fell directly on two types of soldiers she had never seen before.

A tall and stout man with red skin. He was wearing heavy armor, holding a patterned steel tower shield in his left hand, and a ferocious giant ax in his right hand. Just standing there, bursts of fierce aura hit his face.

A kind of stout and squat creature, its head and back were lined with steel plates. Its limbs were completely metalized, and its sharp hooks were strong and thick. It lay prone on the ground, and its muscles twitched nervously from time to time.

Two new types of military units have never been seen before. Black Pearl's strict intelligence department has not heard even a hint.

Emel's face was livid, and his eyes slowly fell on the director of the intelligence department. Although the director was an elite, his round belly was so tall that he could easily be confused with a caveman.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, this chubby drow started to explain with trembling fat lips: "City... City Lord, I... the Intelligence Department... that..." Having been comfortable for too long, this Intelligence Department has long been

It has become a good place for the Sai people of the Drow family to eat royal food.

Due to the admission of too many second-generation ancestors and freeloaders, the intelligence office spent more and more money, but the information it obtained became less and less. Because of his aloof status, the person in charge was usually very imposing, but now he couldn't wait to find a nook and cranny.

Hide.

Emel just stared at the supervisor, the expression on his face slowly disappeared. His arm slowly rested on the handle of the knife, and his arm muscles gently exerted force. With a "clang" sound, the blade slowly came out of the scabbard.

It slipped out. The sharp blade gently scraped the edge of the scabbard, and the two metals rubbed together, making a suffocating "chirp" sound.

This damn fat man also knew that he would not be able to escape the death penalty, and his eyes slowly became calm: "Lord City Lord, for the sake of my dedication and dedication to serving Pearl for so many years, please spare my family." After a pause, he continued, "I volunteer to charge.

In front of you, I just want to atone for my sins!" The fat man's round face suddenly became angular and stylish. He looked around at the crowd, took off his luxurious clothes, held a low-quality scimitar, and guarded the front line of the city wall.

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Everyone felt sad and the atmosphere became a little solemn.

Emel looked at the director of the intelligence department and sheathed his scimitar. But a trace of regret flashed through his heart. Although this pig looked disgusting, he still had good abilities. Otherwise, he would not have become the director in the first place. It is a pity that he was corrupted by power.

Under the temptation of money, there were too many incompetent dandies who were living on empty wages. This made the entire intelligence department a mess and there was no law at all.

As if they felt the heavy evil aura on Aimeier's body, several family elders who were concerned about it all begged to live or die with Black Pearl, willing to contribute their share.

As soon as they took the lead, almost all the families showed their best fighting strength.

When the final statistics were taken, even Emel was surprised.

23 spider attendants, 16 scarlet scimitars, 8 combat golems, 15 senior warriors, 11 senior priests...

Emer's gaze swept across the crowd, with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes. If the Black Pearl hadn't been attacked this time, these things would probably have been buried underground.

Everyone was smiling like little white flowers. Not only did they contribute their fighting power, but they also threw out a lot of money to organize citizen mercenaries to resist desperately.

Halflings, lizardmen, and even cavemen who were unable to fight were all armed.

Shan Ye stood in the watchtower in the corner, looking at the Black Pearl people who were preparing for the battle. A bright light flashed in his eyes. He tilted his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the half-demon. The corner of Shan Ye's mouth twitched, and his face slowly darkened.

Come down.

Black Pearl is in full swing, and the military and civilian families... look very strong, but are actually strong on the outside. Just now an unexpected plague has caused the entire high-ranking warriors of Black Pearl to be exhausted. If they are forced to join the war, these warriors and priests will be useless.

Come to think of it, Emer would rather lose the Black Pearl than lose these warriors.

The half-demon opposite not only has strong soldiers and horses, but has also developed new types of weapons. Looking at his ferocious appearance, you can tell that his combat power is definitely high.

There are three battle groups behind, a total of five and a half thousand demons, eager to occupy this black cake.

There were only two hundred people of that tall soldier with blood-skinned skin. There were about three hundred short men lying on the ground next to them, their limbs completely made of metal.

Behind them is a battle group of two thousand low-level half-demon sword and shield soldiers. A huge tower shield and an exquisite broadsword made of pure steel, lined with cheap but extremely strong magcloth, and covered with a thin steel light armor.

Armor, sword and shield soldier with black lining, black light armor, black tower shield, like a black torrent, standing between heaven and earth.

The swords and shields are like a forest, and the discipline is strict. Although they are just low-level half-demon, they gather together at this time, but they exert a strong combat power, and their momentum is as turbulent as the waves.

Behind the sword and shield soldiers, there are 1,500 spearmen, a sea of ​​​​lances, piercing the sky. They are also lined with black magcloth, black thin steel armor, holding three-meter large guns with excellent toughness, all

It is made of ironwood, with non-slip circles and hand patterns, and is engraved on the extremely dense ironwood. Looking at the weight, ordinary humans cannot lift it, but in the hands of a half-demon, it is extremely easy.

The sea of ​​spears is like an abyss, fierce and powerful, and unstoppable. If you encounter an ordinary cavalry, the sea of ​​spears will stab you in an oblique direction, and you will never come back.

Behind the spearmen, archers in thin iron and light armor stood upright. There were only a thousand in number, but their momentum was not weak at all. They were exquisite and close-fitting soft armor, with good ventilation lining. They carried a quiver on their backs and held a powerful bow in their hands. They looked resolute and cold.

, the arm is stable, and a rain of arrows can be used at any time to cover an area of ​​1,000 meters in radius.

The last five hundred places are reserved for Prince Reese's ace, the heavy infantry phalanx!

The armor is thick and solid, with smooth lines. He holds the handle with both hands and holds a heavy hammer. The handle of the hammer is short and thick, making it easy to swing and hit. The body of the hammer is strong and huge, studded with a large number of metal thorns, and it is as ferocious as a ghost. He just stood there with an expressionless expression.

The awe-inspiring momentum comes naturally.

The surrounding troops all signaled to stay away from this unparalleled heavy infantry battle formation.

With his eyes full of worry, Master Shan looked away from the heavy armor. His heart seemed to be filled with weights, heavy.

In the past, all Shan Ye encountered were half-demon wandering stragglers. But now when he saw the formation of troops and the well-disciplined battle formation, Shan Ye suddenly felt worried about the future of mankind for some reason.

The half-demon set up an ambush to kill a large number of Holy See personnel. Judging from the posture, his ferocious face was gradually revealed. The humans did not know how to react. Betsy and Doris did not know if they were safe?

After collecting his thoughts, Master Shan sighed softly and returned his attention to the battlefield.

Shan Ye didn't care whether Black Pearl lived or died. But the half-demon was so powerful, but as a human, Shan Ye felt inexplicable pressure.
Chapter completed!