The Divine Hunter Chapter 30: Siege the city
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In the early morning, as dawn broke, a faint white light enveloped the half-moon-shaped port of Sintra.
The fleet from the archipelago docked here quietly, with the red-backed silver sails, or the intertwined emblems of axes and swords shining on the deep-sea behemoth-like hulls and gradually gathered sails.
Asphalt-coated cedar masts tower into the sky like a dense forest, almost occupying the entire harbor.
A group of heavily armed men as strong as bears silently and quickly poured down from the landing platform.
They were dressed very differently from mainlanders, wearing dark cloaks, plush elbow and leg guards, plaid wool belts around their waists, bucklers on their backs, long swords on their waists, and carrying A long-handled axe, a wild horn helmet or a domed helmet on top of his head, but there is a small iron nose guard between both eyes, making the face under the helmet a bit more fierce.
The thick beard and chest hair sticking out of the clothes gently swayed as he strutted forward, and a strong breath hit his face!
"Kleitz, Tange, Dona..." East hugged the leading men with emotion on his face. "May Goddess Freya bless you and thank you for your help!"
"Uncle East, why are you more haggard than a woman who just gave birth to a child after not seeing you for a year?" A big man with broad shoulders and messy red hair looked at the other person with worry on his face.
"I suffered a disastrous defeat." East shook his head sadly. He had not slept all night, making his eyes bloodshot and his forehead crisscrossed with ridges.
There were even a few snow-white strands in his beard and hair, and the whole person seemed to have aged several years overnight.
"I failed the expectations of the people of Sintra. Almost all the more than 10,000 warriors I brought with me were annihilated in Manada." East lowered his head and blamed himself, "I am the only one who is timid. The coward escapes and lives to survive!"
"If the three-time champion of the tournament on the archipelago is a coward, then there is no real man in the world!" Kratz, the sea boar, shook his head, "This is not your fault, we all understand that it is the Nilfgaardian beast They committed a heinous crime! We are here to help you recover this blood debt and let them go back to the south!"
"Kill the beasts of Nilfgaard!" Representatives of the seven major families cheered in agreement.
Kratz asked again, "By the way, why don't you see Aunt Calanthe?"
"She is ill and is recuperating in the castle." A hint of tenderness and worry suddenly flashed across East's eyes. "Everyone, the situation is critical, I won't talk nonsense, come with me!"
The next battle is imminent.
The scouts sent by East reported bad news - after the Nilfgaardians won at Manada, they marched non-stop to the city of Sintra with a huge army, without setting up camp and resting for a moment along the way.
They are determined to take over the city of Sintra in one go.
In at least half a day, the troops will be at the gates of the city.
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Easter and a group of Cintra royals led 4,500 Skellige warriors (500 stayed on the ship to prevent the enemy from sneak attack from the waterway) along the long street towards the city gate.
The wooden windows in the house along the road were pushed open, revealing pairs of sad and timid eyes, all of which were women and children.
Ninety percent of the men in Cintra have gone to the battlefield, and their corpses are still lying in the Manada Valley being eaten by birds and beasts. What is left in the city are orphans and widows.
This group of menacing reinforcements cheered them up, but their heartache could not be healed, and they became even more uneasy!
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The city of Sintra faces the sea on three sides. A solid granite wall with an average height of more than seven meters blocks the front, facing a vast plain with dense vegetation.
A deep trench in the dark land not far below circled the city.
Everyone stood on the battlements and looked around. The Cintra soldiers guarding the city had already made arrangements——
Stoves and large pots filled with fat are set up every few steps beside the city, which can be heated at any time. In addition, there are also piles of heavy basalt blocks and two-person hugging pots placed neatly. Log.
These are used to snipe intruders scaling the city walls.
The expensive iron gate in the center of the city wall has long been closed. Because of the special enchantment, its strength is far stronger than ordinary iron, and it is basically impossible to break through from the outside.
In front of the gate, Triss, with her red hair tied back and wearing sharp men's clothing, waved the light of magic with her hands and cast a spell on the city gate to further strengthen it.
Everyone looked past the sorceress and looked far into the distance. On the vast plain, at the end of the horizon, a dark tide could be faintly seen coming towards this direction.
The Nilfgaardian army composed of heavily armored knights and black infantry is quickly approaching, with dense silver sun flags fluttering in the wind!
"Be prepared, we are going to have a fierce battle soon!" Kratz Ann Clete turned around and looked around, suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and raised it above his head, with a solemn expression on his face, "Brothers from the Clete family will go up first. , the rest of the brothers rest and prepare for rotation."
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Sintra Castle, a luxurious and luxurious bedroom.
Calanthe sat quietly on the bed, recalling the instructions from the priestess Freya, with a complex expression on her face, showing both surprise and panic.
Accidental child, child...
It comes at the wrong time.
For the first time, this woman in her forties felt confused and was struggling fiercely in her mind.
What should she do next? Should you risk everything for your husband, kingdom, and people, or should you live for the sake of the child in your belly?
"Grandma! Call grandpa, let's go to Nuo City together!" A chirping voice interrupted her reverie, and the little princess threw herself beside her and shook her arms coquettishly, "I'm scared alone. I don’t want to go!”
"Be obedient, Ciri! Now is not the time to mess around. Leave the two masters immediately!" Calanthe glanced at White Wolf and Roy and winked at them.
Geralt still looked a little stunned, having not yet recovered from the news of Geron's death.
Unconsciously, he gently pressed Ciri's shoulder.
"No! I'm not going anywhere!" Xili cried suddenly, her face turned red, "I heard people said that Cintra was defeated and everyone was dying!"
"If I leave, I will never see you again! Wuwu, I won't leave unless you stay with me!"
"Who told you?!" Calanthe's face changed, and a trace of anger and sadness flashed through his emerald green eyes. He was about to hide it, but suddenly shook his head.
"Ciri, grandma doesn't want to lie to you. Cintra did encounter some troubles. But they are all temporary. When we achieve the final victory, East and I will go to Novigrad to visit you and be obedient. ”
Roy's eyelids twitched next to him, with a trace of unbearable expression on his face.
"Since you can win, why don't you let me stay? And I've seen it, everyone will suffer, and Luo..." Xili muttered sadly,
"What did you see?"
"Anyway, didn't you say that there are no cowards and cowards in Cintra, and Ciri is not a coward either. Ciri will stay in the castle with you until victory!"
"Shut up! Geralt, Roy, take her away quickly!"
"I swear, if you force me to leave today, I will sneak away. I would rather be a wild child than a deserter!" Ciri suddenly turned around and bared her teeth towards Geralt Bai and Roy, revealing a fine mouth Baby Teeth roared like an angry cat, "If anyone dares to 'kidnap me,' I will hate him forever!"
White Wolf's heart trembled, and he looked at Roy next to him. The latter felt helpless and felt that he was playing into his own hands.
He promised the Brotherhood and Coral to bring back Geralt and Ciri.
Since Xili wanted to stay a little longer, it was logical for him to stay a little longer.
Ciri was lying next to Calanthe's knees, her little face resting on her knees, looking at her with tears in her eyes, "Let me stay... Wuwu, let's go together!"
Calanthe lowered his head and remained silent, just caressing his belly under the red silk robe.
She has not yet figured out what to do with the child in her belly.
"Your Majesty, let her stay." Geralt spoke, his hoarse voice carrying a hint of bitterness.
He touched the one-time teleportation crystal in his arms.
As long as he is within the castle, he is 100% sure to take Ciri away.
Calanthe let out a long sigh.
"Master Geralt, please protect Ciri in the remaining days."
"Old man, come and help me!" Mossak, wearing a deer-antler helmet and carrying a staff, walked in from the door. "Let's take care of this little guy until she reaches her destiny."
"Then I'll help you."
"As for you, Master Roy, if you are willing," Calanthe stared at the young demon hunter's face, with a hint of complaint in helplessness, "go help Triss Advisor and protect her safety."
"Cintra's enchanted city gate is mainly maintained by her!"
"As long as the city gate is not broken down, the Nilfgaardians will never come in!"
"I'm happy to help..." Roy had no reason to miss the opportunity to gain experience.
"Man, be careful and try not to take risks." Geralt suddenly patted his companion on the shoulder with a sullen expression,
Roy nodded, feeling strange in his heart. When did this arrogant man learn to care about others?
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The sun completely fell into the horizon, and night enveloped the earth.
Nilfgaard's attack is on schedule!
At a time when everything should be quiet, the west coastline is as noisy as daytime.
Beside the towering city walls of Sintra, the dancing firelight illuminated busy figures.
The city was stamped up and down, with crowds of people. Countless black-armored troops were like a group of well-disciplined worker ants, divided into dozens of teams at the same time, quickly pushing ladders equipped with rollers, grappling hooks, and shields across the trenches toward the city wall. Advance in different directions!
At the same time, a group of Nilfgaardian archers fired dense rockets into the city.
But most of them were blocked by the well-prepared defenders.
Strong islanders stood guard behind each ladder that hooked the city gates. They wore sealskin tights and ax blades on their waists gleaming in the firelight. One of them held a shield, and two of them carried a heavy round. Mu, aimed at the black-armored target protruding from the ladder and let go——
With a dull sound, the log rolled down against the ladder,
"Click!"
There was a crisp sound of fractures, and the black-armored soldier who bore the brunt was knocked off the ladder. He fell on his back and was gasping for breath, spitting out blood. His chest was sunken, and his wrists and ankles were horribly twisted.
When the bumpy rolling log fell vertically from the middle of the ladder, it smashed several unlucky people under the city wall into meat patties!
……
Some islanders simply picked up basalt rocks as big as their heads and threw them down.
The city wall was more than seven meters long, and under the blessing of huge inertia, the Nilfgaardians who were hit by the rubble immediately cried out and fell to the ground, with a conspicuous dent exposed on their sturdy helmets.
Some were hit in the chest and back, and the broken bones opened their internal organs in reverse, and they died slowly due to internal bleeding.
……
Some islanders wore thick insulated cotton armor and cotton gloves. They pushed the pot filled with boiling oil outward with their hands like pushing a wheel, and poured it down on the black armored army on the ladder.
"Zizi——"
The bright yellow hot oil fell like a heavy rain, becoming a nightmare for all the black-armored troops.
Whenever the soldiers standing under the city wall were affected by the splashing liquid, they would immediately emit smoke, and their wounds would smell like fried meat and become red and festering.
Hot oil may not be as lethal as a rolling log, but if it gets even a little bit, it will cause you to roll on the ground in pain, and you will lose your fighting ability on the spot. Only the Nilfgaardians who raised their shields were lucky enough to escape.
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"Whoosh—"
The continuous vibrating sound of bow strings!
Wearing blue armor and wearing the three lions coat of arms on a blue background, a total of two hundred Sintra infantrymen kept attacking the invaders who hit the city wall like waves!
Most of the arrows were offset by the hard armor and helmet of the man in black. Even if someone occasionally fell to the ground after being hit by an arrow, their companions would immediately rush forward and send them back to the Nilfgaardian camp for treatment. .
Crossbows do limited damage, especially at night in low light, but this is only against most average archers.
Among a group of nervous-looking Cintra guards, there is an alien——
A man with a slender figure and heterochromatic eyes was dressed in a nondescript manner, wearing a blue chain mail from Sintra and a pair of tight leather pants.
Stomping back and forth around the city.
The position on the battlement was suitable for both offense and defense. He continuously aimed at the crowded black armored army below and pulled the trigger.
The arrows coming out of the crossbow almost formed a silver line.
People kept falling down amid the sound of breaking through the air.
But soon, someone in the Nilfgaardian army noticed this marksman and launched a key strike!
A stone crossbowman in black who was hiding behind the trench had a flash of light in his eyes and shot an arrow at the city gate.
The arrow grazed Roy's body and shattered Quen's shield.
He stomped his head toward the city, then suddenly outlined the five fingers of his left hand. When the golden light covered his body again, he pulled the trigger with his right hand!
"Whoosh—"
The arrow dragged its tail feathers like meteors and turned around in the night sky.
The stone crossbowman who made a sneak attack burst out a blood flower from one eye and fell to the ground without saying a word.
"It's time to kill!"
Roy took a deep breath, stuck his head out from the side of the battlement, and assumed a well-trained crossbow shooting posture. His pupils glowed like a cat, and his gaze penetrated the night and glanced at the other prostrate Nilfgaardian crossbowmen beside the trench. and archers.
The cries of death, the sound of cutting with sharp knives, the sound of boiling oil scalding skin and flesh, and the sound of logs crushing bones all fell on deaf ears.
He moved his right index finger.
A crossbowman flew backwards, hit the side wall of the trench, and collapsed to the ground. The blood spattered on the clay wall was like a blooming rose.
"Brother over there, you are so good at archery!" An islander less than half a meter away from Roy whistled in admiration,
Suddenly he lifted up a dark stone, the muscles under his arms bulged, his face flushed, his nose trembling with rosacea, and he threw it away in the distance with a shout.
Bang!
Under the city wall, two black-armored soldiers fell to the ground with their helmets dented.
"You're not bad either!"
Arrows flew from the trenches and shot at Roy. Nilfgaard's archers finally caught his heel.
An arrow passed by, scraping off a few marble fragments from the battlements and hitting them in front of Quen's shield. But this time Roy stayed still and pulled the trigger calmly and calmly.
"Whoosh—"
There was another exclamation from the other side of the trench, but it was immediately drowned out by the shouts of killing.
An archer collapsed to the ground like a puppet, brains and blood splattering on his companions.
More shooters fired back in Roy's direction.
"Whoosh—"
A crossbow arrow hit Quen's shield and bounced off again.
Roy blew a strand of hair out of his eyes and pulled the trigger.
The bowstring hums.
One of the shooters who fought back screamed in pain, covered the **** hole in his chest, bent down, and knelt forward toward Roy, like a devout believer worshiping a god.
The shooters in the trenches became restless.
More than thirty meters apart, there were seven or eight companions on our side, and the other side was alone. However, after a fight, the other side was unscathed, but our own side suffered heavy losses!
And his arrows are surprisingly powerful. Unless they hit a limb, any other part of the body will be fatal. His arrows can also turn strangely, tracking the target, making it difficult to dodge.
Immediately two guys hesitated and hid under the trench and huddled together.
But more people were aroused to be competitive and chose to continue shooting against Roy!
Five minutes later.
Beside the city wall of Sintra, in the trench in the southeast, eight Nilfgaardian shooters all turned into cold corpses. Their death patterns were surprisingly consistent, and a terrifying big hole was opened in their bodies!
And Roy only got an arrow in his right arm!
He took out the barbed arrow without changing his expression, exhaled, and poured some strong liquor on the wound!
As soon as I turned around, "Whoosh—"
The arrow shot through the air.
A black-armored soldier who tried to slash the neck of an islander with a sword had blood blooming on his side and fell down the ladder!
"Goddess Freya! My dear, Jon Itusek owes you a life!" The bearded man touched his neck with lingering fear, grinning with big yellow teeth, and said gratefully, "Can you tell me your name? After the battle, I’ll treat you to a drink!”
"Ox! That's settled!"
After a small interlude, the two returned to fighting.
……
Shoot, keep shooting.
Time flies in war.
Up and down the battlements, waves of **** corpses were dragged away. From the time the Nilfgaardians launched their attack under the cover of night, time passed quietly to the early morning of the next day.
The black-armored army left behind countless corpses. ~IndoMTL.com~ The Sintra people on the defensive side, relying on their positional advantages and various fortifications, suffered only one-fifth of their opponent's casualties.
Roy lay down behind Cheng Stomp and took a breath, his face flushed with excitement.
Throughout the night, he shot more than 600 crossbow arrows, and the fingers on which he wore the ring finger were worn out, and his "activation" was also used up to restore his physical strength.
He couldn't remember how many black-armored soldiers he shot, but the experience came quietly - Demon Hunter lv10 (9000/8500).
An unimaginable sense of pleasure arises spontaneously. Pulling the trigger and harvesting experience is so simple and straightforward, life seems to become repeated experience numbers.
And these are all a group of invaders, Roy has no burden at all!
But before dawn broke, the Black Armored Army changed its attack method.
Several dark, ferocious, cold behemoths appeared in the military formation in the distance.