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

As the two sides confronted each other, the night of the gray haze forest was about to fall.

While the light was still there, Bol quickly asked the teams from East 3 and West 1 to replace the druids from the East zone, so that these poor guys, who had been on edge for most of the day, could have a good rest.

The station is on the west side of the entire gray haze forest, and its location corresponds to the Elf Courtyard on the east side.

This is why it only takes half a day to find the orcs in the wasteland, but takes three days to reach the Elf Courtyard.

So there is only one area on the entire west side, but this West Area 1 is not ordinary. Because they had to guard against sporadic orc invasions before, the druids in the west area are more or less skilled.

For example, Il and Ryan from the defense team had been in charge of the west area for a long time.

Of course, if a thirty-year-old man was not a slacker, he would have been in the west area before.

Ivan on the city wall was also replaced by Xiling who had a good sleep.

As he walked down the high wall, he looked at the sky which was getting darker and darker, feeling vaguely uneasy.

"Xi Ling, here is a belt that stores fifty rounds of [Cure Moderate Injuries];

And this little carved statue can hold many more spells than the disposable sticks they use;

If you don’t like the Enchanting Gloves, forget it…”

Looking at this human who kept taking off his equipment and stuffing it into her hands, the half-elf lady did not refuse for the first time.

"Promise me you won't not use these just because of the spell effects..."

After saying that, without waiting for Xiling to speak, he walked back to the tree hole without looking back.

He was indeed very tired.

……

"Spellcasting team! Give up coverage! Focus your fire! Focus your fire!"

"East 3 team changes defense!"

"Logistics! Logistics! Transport the wounded down!"

"Defense team! Prepare the slings!"

The city defense, which was originally well-organized, is now in chaos.

As expected, the fallen elves launched a surprise attack at night.

Unlike the previous human wave tactics, this time the Fallen Elves only sent out professionals, in units of 20, to launch the attack in batches.

If that were the case, we wouldn't be able to break into the city walls using the tactics we used during the day.

However, a kind of Fallen that no one had ever seen appeared.

They had no weapons in their hands, or only simple short sticks or wooden staffs, and their bodies were not as swift as those warrior-type Fallen Ones;

But they are divine spellcasters, priests of Corellon.

When the kingdom of the elven god fell, almost all of Corellon's priests became in this terrible state.

Before, Philohill had suspected that after the spellcaster's degeneration, he would probably be the same as a civilian, only with slightly stronger physical strength.

Because among the total population of more than 10,000 in the Elven Court, there are at least 1,000 clergymen of Corellon.

It now appears that they did not lose the ability to cast spells, but had just been hiding.

Before their group sets out, these Fallen Priests will cast the fourth-ring spell [Freedom of Movement] on each Fallen Elf.

This spell allows the recipient to ignore any magical effects that restrict movement.

Ivan's massive [Entanglement Technique] completely lost its effect.

Although the druids in charge of spell attacks were still creating thunderclouds in the sky, trying to create a lightning line of defense, without spells to trap the Fallen in one place, the lightning was less effective than before.

Professional Fallen have begun to climb the city wall, and the ordinary Fallen following behind them are constantly advancing towards the lightning defense line. After reaching the city wall, they pile up on top of each other in an attempt to build a slope.

"Log rolling!"

While Ryan was hitting a Fallen holding a sword and shield hard on the head with a slingshot, he shouted to his team members to take action.

The defense team reacted quickly. In an instant, a dozen huge rolling logs, six feet long and covered with half-foot spikes, were thrown down from the city wall.

It must be said that this kind of city defense equipment is very effective against ordinary creatures, because once the creature is pierced to pieces, it will lose its combat capability.

But for the Fallen who are not afraid of pain, unless the log can just pierce the head, the rolling log is just a larger stone.

Il, who was in charge of commanding the battle, was about to have a brain congestion. As a newly promoted senior executive in charge of defense, he had never seen such a battle...

"Ryan! Haven't you found Priest Boll yet?!"

"No, before the night's attack, the Patriarch said he was going back to rest!"

"Logistics! Go get Paul back!

The east side can no longer be defended!"

Xiling was also extremely anxious at this time. She didn't expect that the opponent's counter-strategy could be formulated so quickly.

This doesn't look like a degenerate creature without intelligence at all.

"Todd! Lin Liya! Cover me!

I need as much time as possible!"

"No problem, Captain Xiling!"

The elf ranger Lin Liya immediately used her rapid-fire skills, shooting out a series of arrows, specifically aiming at the professional's head.

Todd did not answer. He narrowed his eyes slightly and recited a spell that he had never used before in a rather unfamiliar manner.

He had just been promoted to mid-level druid during the battle this morning, and this was the first time he used his newfound power.

[Ice Storm]: Countless thick and long ice prisms condense in the sky. The moment they take shape, they fall from the sky, causing fatal gravity shock and freezing damage to the enemy.

In a short time, most of the Fallen in front of the city wall were killed or injured, and rolled down the half-built slope.

"Great job, Todd!"

"Send them to meet Corellon!"

"I only have one fourth-level spell slot! I just got promoted!"

In the fierce battle, the slope composed of countless living fallen elves and cooled corpses has become higher and higher.

As Xiling's chanting ended, white lights appeared on the slope, and then hundreds of winter wolves joined the battlefield and pounced on the enemies in front of them.

Xiling's body went limp and she almost collapsed to the ground. Lin Liya, who was quick-witted and quick-handed, supported the half-elf from behind.

Xiling tried to stay awake. She couldn't fall down now, let alone lose consciousness, otherwise the helper she had found with great difficulty would disappear into thin air.

With the addition of Xiling's reinforcements, the speed at which the group of professionals attacked the city wall was temporarily slowed down.

However, this did not stop the slope from growing higher.

Without the interference of [Entanglement], more Fallen began to climb from the bottom of the slope, one after another, letting their bodies become stepping stones for the professionals.

"Prepare for hand-to-hand combat!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Il loudly warned his companions around him.

After saying this, the members of the defense team either raised their wooden staffs or drew their scimitars, as their magic had been exhausted in the previous battle.

Ryan still had a few empty spell slots, so he added some defensive spells for his colleagues.

But facing so many enemies, Ryan himself knew very well that these defensive spells were equivalent to nothing.

Just as Il was about to order an attack, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"We're back!"

The East District team, who had been relieved for a rest, walked over to the defense team with weapons in hand.

There was no complete rest at all, and they haven't recovered their ability to cast spells yet.

Xiaolian followed Senna and ran back, one holding a scimitar and the other holding a sickle, and they stood beside Xiling.

"And us!"

Alia and Philohil, along with the non-professionals in charge of logistics, walked up to the city wall.

"What are you doing here? There are no extra people here to protect you! Go back now!"

The impatient Il immediately started yelling.

Philothir stepped forward and took the impatient young man's arm.

“Sir, I know you want to provoke us to go down.

But if you all fall on the wall, who can protect us?

Rather than standing behind you and waiting to die, it is better to stand beside you. Wouldn't that give you a little more hope?"

After saying that, he winked at Il mischievously.

The impatient Il fell silent, and all the people who were still fighting on the city wall also fell silent.

What Philohill said was absolutely correct.

There was no further arguing or yelling. The druids who had used up all their divine magic and the elves who had just learned to wield swords stood shoulder to shoulder.

For the first time, this city wall seemed a little crowded.