I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

If in the morning's ambush in the Southern Depression, Alvin saw a group of middle school students fighting for food, then now, what he saw was a serious Train to Busan.

Although the boulevard in the middle is a "road", it is nothing like the depression that can allow too many Fallen to pass through at the same time.

On the road that was only wide enough for a dozen people to walk side by side, the Fallen Ones advanced forward in layers like real waves, making the druids tremble with fear.

Alvin tried his best to look into the distance, but unfortunately he did not have the eyesight of the elf ranger Lin Liya, and could not see the end of this "wave" at all.

"Your Excellency, Master, Your Excellency, Master."

Philohil suddenly ran to the city wall and called out to Archbishop Pol in a low voice.

"Miss Philohill, what happened to make you so flustered?"

"Master," Firohil whispered in a voice that only one person could hear:

"The Fallen coming from the north have begun to approach the tail of the central team.

Oh! By the grace of Mielikki, has Corellon shown any disregard for elven decorum?

When Philohil saw the rolling black waves in the distance, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Looks like we have to find a way to hold on long enough."

Boll looked into the distance with a serious expression.

……

On the top of a large oak tree 500 yards away from the east gate of the base, a target was transformed using [Tree Shaping].

There are two more targets of the same shape as this one, at distances of 200 yards and 100 yards.

This is another "weird trick" that Alvin came up with, using a target to determine whether the enemy is within the casting range.

On the city wall, the druids who were usually responsible for taking care of the woodlands stood in rows according to large areas, waiting for Bol's instructions.

Their mission is to cast ultra-long-range spells to limit and consume the number of Fallen, while also saving the energy and spell slots of the main station personnel.

As the first fallen elf crossed the middle target, Bol's huge voice rang out on the city wall.

"East 1 Squad! Second area ahead!

【Entanglement Technique】Release! "

Then, the druids raised the enchanted staves in their hands and pointed them collectively at their predetermined targets.

This is what the druids were training on for most of the day.

In an instant, on the road between 100 and 200 yards, saturated weeds began to fly wildly, tying up the Fallen who entered the range.

Thanks to Professor Philohill's Misdren enchantment, the [entanglement spell] in these small wooden sticks are all in the same irregular shape as Ivan.

Of course, apart from the somewhat embarrassing shapes, these [entanglement techniques] can restrict larger targets and for longer periods of time.

For example, a "big ball" of Fallen Ones stacked up in the middle of the opposite side was covered with dense tortoise shell bindings and turned green.

Although they were mentally prepared for this abnormal spell from humans, this was the first time that most druids cast this spell on a humanoid creature.

The one that was strangled by the vines..., that was entangled by the weeds..., made the druids feel extremely embarrassed.

No matter how scary the Fallen look, at least they are in human form...

The first row of people on the city wall quickly retreated with red faces to replenish the small wooden sticks that had run out of energy, while the second row of combatants took the initiative to move forward.

These are almost all the quasi-mid-level forces in the base, capable of releasing three-ring magic.

"Casting team! Lock on the target, cast [Thunder Summoning]!"

As the chanting of incantations came to an end, six black clouds gathered at low altitudes above the trapped fallen elves.

Although the casting speed of these druids is not as fast as Todd's, the strength of their spells is not much different.

Hundreds of lightning bolts struck the ground, continuously killing the Fallen on the ground.

Within a few breaths, hundreds of fallen elves were killed. Only a few figures holding weapons were still standing there, tied up and unable to move.

Ivan put his hands on his eyebrows and looked into the distance.

Outside the range of the spell, the Fallen behind did not move forward. There was indeed a commander among this group of enemies.

He winked at the Patriarch, who understood and began to issue the next round of instructions.

"Defense force, alert!

Everyone! Rest where you are! "

After hearing the order, Arya led a group of elves who had no combat ability, carrying drinking water and a basket of small sticks and walked up the high wall.

"Oh my god, Alia, did you drain that pervert? He made so many enchanted sticks..."

A short half-elf looked at the basket of sticks with an incredible expression.

The mature Alia blushed slightly. She didn't care what the outspoken Lian was referring to. She directed the elves to quickly distribute supplies, then quickly withdraw the city wall and prepare the next round of supplies needed.

As the spell effect of [Entanglement] ended, the fallen elf on the opposite side continued to act.

However, unlike the last time, they did not choose to rush forward mindlessly. Instead, a dozen Fallen Ones walked ahead to test the situation.

It was not until the Fallen were almost approaching the city wall and before the spell was cast that the subsequent Fallen troops began their large-scale advance.

I really can't rely on luck...

Boll warned himself in his heart, and then shouted loudly:

"East 2 Squad! Second area ahead!

【Entanglement Technique】Release! "

The same saturation coverage was released by another group of druids.

The members of the spellcasting group did not wait for instructions. After getting confirmation from Bol's eyes, they directly covered the heads of this group of new Fallen Ones with black clouds.

But this is not the end, the Patriarch continued to issue his orders.

"City Defense Squad! Aim at the enemies below!

Ranged weapon attack!"

Then, the druids in the original defense team threw out the stones they had thrown into the slings;

The two newly joined elves shot the bows and arrows in their hands.

After three rounds of shooting, all the Fallen who tried to climb up the city wall were killed.

The second round of attack was easily resolved by the magic version of "shooting in line".

However, since the opponent did not press forward on all fronts, the results of this round were worse than the first wave of attacks.

After two consecutive failures, the Fallen's actions stopped.

A large mass of Fallen Ones crowded into the narrow forest road, stretching for several miles eastward from the Druid Station.

The Fallen at the front of the position were packed like sardines, while the rear maintained a relatively loose formation.

If Alvin could see this scene from the air, he would definitely cry out that it was not good.

They surrounded them without attacking and began to disperse consciously. This group of Fallen Ones were definitely going to cause trouble.