On the other side.
Liu Qian's eyes looked at the wildfire clay pots that were shot into the interior of the castle, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Archery! "
"Your Majesty, let me come."
The prince of the cage-clad clothes stepped forward at this time.
He strode to the front of the formation, and the hand that had been holding the sword all year round was steadily stretched out to a frightened soldier at this moment.
The soldier hurriedly handed over a well-maintained mercenary bow and a pot of rockets wrapped in thick strips of oilcloth.
The prince tried the bowstring and made a soft sound of "metaphor".
He pulled out an arrow and calmly lit it on the torch.
Flames jumped in his deep eyes.
He did not look at the towers, nor at the walls.
His gaze was fixed on a stone wall covered with a large amount of viscous green liquid flowing down the brick cracks.
The liquid area there is the largest and flows most fully.
The prince of the cage stood like a stone sculpture.
All that remains of his world is the bow, the burning arrow, and the flowing green.
The bow is like a full moon!
Arrows like shooting stars!
No shouting, no superfluous movements.
The burning rocket came out of the string, with a sharp sound of breaking the air, and cut a short and deadly red light in the air.
The flame of the rocket finally touched the viscous and cold green undiluted solution.
Hiss—la—!!!
The contact point instantly erupted with a dazzling emerald green spark.
Then rumble one by one!!!
A terrifying explosion erupted.
Centered on the rocket's landing point, the stone wall covered with green liquid, along with the debris piled up behind it and the few soldiers approaching, was instantly completely swallowed and vaporized by an indescribable furious wave composed of pure emerald flames.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
Everywhere in the highland fortress, wherever it was splashed and covered with wildfire liquid, it was like a giant powder keg that was lit, and one after another earth-shattering loud noises and sky-high emerald pillars of fire erupted.
The liquid that had already covered the top of the main fortress tower burned violently, and the flames flowed and spread frantically downward along the stone wall.
The tents, grain and grass, horses, and even land soaked in the undiluted solution of the mercenary camp on the east side instantly turned into an endless sea of fire pulsating with a strange green light.
Bang! Bang!
More loud explosions sounded one after another.
The two larger groups of emerald hellfire suddenly bloomed in the dense crowd.
The terrifying shock wave tore and lifted tents, wooden fences, and even human bodies within a radius of tens of feet.
The viscous green flames spread unstoppably in all directions around the landing point.
This time, the mercenaries witnessed the terrifying nature of this flame from hell.
"Water! Splash water! "
A squad leader of the Iron Shield Regiment roared hoarsely, and several soldiers flustered to pick up buckets and splash them at a companion who was igniting green flames.
One one!
The water was poured on the flames, and not only did it not go out, but the green flames rose high, making a louder "hissing" sound and burning more violently.
The soldier who was splashed with water let out an even more sorrowful and desperate scream, and was instantly wrapped into a larger fireball.
"It's useless! The water is useless!! "
Fear swept over everyone in an instant.
They watched as their companions rolled wildly on the ground, trying to put out the flames.
But the viscous green flame was like a maggot of bone, firmly adsorbed to the flesh and clothes, burning more and more vigorously, until it burned people into a terrible wreckage that was charred and curled up, exuding the smell of burnt meat.
What's even more terrifying is that the flames spread faster than imagined.
Flames flowed through the camp, and wherever it passed, everything turned to ashes and twisted coke.
"No! My brothers!! My Bright Group! "
Kovo, the leader of the Bright Regiment, was about to crack, he watched as his proud red flag was swallowed up by the green tongue of fire, watching the battle-hardened elite warriors struggle and mourn in the green fire demon and turn to ashes.
He wanted to rush into the fire, but was held back by several personal soldiers around him who were desperately hugging him.
"Commander! Can't go! That's the devil's flame, and it's over! "
"Retreat! Leave the camp! Withdraw to the fortress!! "
Grull, the leader of the Iron Shield Regiment, roared, trying to organize a chaotic team and form a line of defense with huge tower shields to block the flames.
However, in front of the flowing green river of fire, the heavy shield is like papier-mâché.
The flames attached to the metal shield and burned violently, and the terrifying heat instantly scalded the palms of the shield-wielding soldiers to the point of skin and flesh, screaming and discarding their shields.
The flames flowed in through the gaps in the shields, instantly igniting the dense soldiers behind them.
The so-called line of defense collapsed in the face of the sea of jade fire.
The second sub-group's Mero has long since lost the previous mockery.
His reddish-gold beard was scorched by the heat, his face was covered with soot, and his eyes were full of horror.
"Damn! Damn Oriental Wizards! "
He cursed, desperately kicking his men in his way, just wanting to escape this burning hell as soon as possible.
Dario Naharis stood on the wooden tower, looking at the sea of green fire spreading rapidly below, and for the first time, his handsome face lost all its blood and calmness.
In his blue eyes, only pure fear remained at this moment.
Without hesitation, he turned around and fled as fast as possible in the direction of the depths of the fortress, away from the fire.
The honor of a mercenary and the responsibility of a regiment commander are worthless in the face of survival instincts.
The Mir Slave Legion camp inside the fortress was also in extreme panic at the moment.
Although the wildfire clay pots did not fall directly into their crowded barracks area, the green flames burning and pouring down from the main fort towers, as well as the earth-shattering explosions and desperate screams from the mercenary camp on the east side, spread in.
"This is the punishment of the gods!"
"It must be that Oriental man who summoned the flames spewed by the demon dragon!"
"We're all going to die! They are all going to be burned to death! The door is sealed! "
The slave soldiers were huddled in the cramped and dirty barracks, shivering.
Most of them were newly recruited from farmland and workshops and had never experienced a real battlefield.
The apocalyptic sights and sounds outside completely destroyed their already fragile nerves.
Surrounded by several personal guards, Commander Tommonbu stumbled up a section of the wall on the west side of the fortress that had not yet been affected by the flames.
His face was as pale as paper, his lips trembled, he could hardly stand, he saw with his own eyes the main fortress tower collapse in the green flames, saw the proud camp of the Bright Blazing Regiment turn into a dead green scorched earth, and saw countless familiar mercenary faces disappear in the flames.
The steel defense line composed of tens of thousands of mercenaries he relied on for it melted like snow in the sun in front of the eerie green flames.
"It's all done."
Tomumbu muttered in despair, looking at the spreading emerald hell below with empty eyes.
His family's estate, his duty to guard Mir, his assurances to the Governor's Mansion were all lost in the demonic green light.
He felt his soul frozen.
He didn't even notice that a few drops of burning green liquid were splashed by the explosive air wave onto the warehouse where the grain was stacked under the wall where he was.
"Commander! Be careful! The fire ——— spread! "
The guards pointed below in horror. I saw the green flames quickly igniting the warehouse.
"Boom!"
Another violent explosion, green flames shot from a distance, instantly igniting the wooden walkway under Tommonbu's feet and the stack next to it.
The sticky green flames spread wildly along the wood.
"Ah one by one!" Tomombu let out a shrill scream, and his boots and trouser hem were instantly set on fire.
The pain caused by the flames was far beyond imagination, and he wanted to slap it, but his hands were stained with burning green slime, which made the flames spread faster.
The guards tried to come forward to extinguish it, but were forced back by the fierce flames, and could only watch as their commander writhes frantically in the green flames, eventually turning into a tumbling fireball that fell from the city wall and crashed into the deeper sea of hellfire below