The Greece Antagonist

Meanwhile, Barton Mountain

"Whoosh!"

Accompanied by the twang of the bowstring, a sharp sound cutting through the air echoed across the mountain wilderness.

"Thud!"

Instantly, a goblin with a red cap and green skin in the bushes was carried away by the arrow, crashing heavily onto the ground.

The surrounding corrupted goblins noticed the commotion and each tried to scream an alarm.

However, before they could make a sound, a dense rain of arrows came crashing down, pinning them to the ground.

"For Victory, for our King, attack!"

Gao Wen, riding a white horse, drew the Holy Sword Cavendish from his waist and shouted mightily.

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

In an instant, tens of thousands of infantry, carrying shields and wielding longswords, advanced over the hill like a storm, clearing the corrupted goblins along the way, then charging toward the citadel on Barton Mountain's peak.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

It wasn't until the Celtic army emerged from the deceptive mist conjured by magic and reached outside the city that the alarmed cries rang out from several outpost towers built around the siege.

Instantly, the piercing sounds of drums and the mournful and muddied horn blasts rose and fell.

Amid the chaotic noises, the Saxon barbarians with oil-painted faces, Pictish half-bloods of humans and elves, corrupted goblins, and giants rushed to the city wall.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

However, as soon as the defending troops got into position in the city, sharp howling sounds filled the air, and the sky darkened suddenly. Powerful arrows pierced through the smoke screen like meteoric rain, falling on the heads of the defenders.

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

Due to hasty preparations and limited productivity, the defenders not only had crude weapons but also a low rate of armor coverage, resulting in a moment where they were shot down in droves amidst cries of despair.

"Duck! Duck down!"

"Raise the shields! You fools, raise the shields!"

Accompanied by cursing voices, the defenders finally remembered their defense.

But due to the mix of elves, barbarians, and half-bloods within the ranks, with language camps vastly different, everything seemed wildly chaotic.

Still, others could laugh at them for their amateurishness as an army, but they couldn't doubt their strength as warriors.

"Charge out, kill these bastards!"

Several impatient giants could no longer hold back, yanking out the arrows embedded in them, brandishing wooden shields and clubs, and leaping off the city walls.

Barbarians, Picts, corrupted goblins, and others followed closely behind.

In an instant, the sound of flesh tearing was unceasing, and the first wave of Celtic soldiers tasked with assaulting the walls fell like wheat to a scythe.

For ordinary people, defeating elves, barbarians, and some magical creatures was extremely difficult.

Especially since these beings had received blessings from Vortigern, becoming stronger and more ferocious.

Thus, even as the Celtic soldiers mustered great courage to raise their shields and resist, they still could not reverse their disadvantage.

At this moment, the defending side also showcased their formidable killing means.

Simple trebuchets in the city emitted deep booms, while stones drenched in oil and blazing fiercely whistled down to the ground.

Wherever they landed, there was rot and flesh pulverized.

Moreover, the elves and magical creatures were proficient in magic.

Thousands of spellcasters chanted obscure divine words, launching dense volleys of cursed bullets and magic beams at the arrayed Celtic soldiers outside the city.

All at once, the piercing sound of bones breaking and the deep noise of flesh tearing were unending.

Screams, cries, wails, and curses rose one after another.

The area shrouded in black smoke turned into a hell covered with bloody mud and corpses.

As time passed second by second, the casualties on the battlefield continued to increase.

However, the first wave of attacks launched by regular troops, though unsuccessful in capturing the citadel atop the mountain, managed to lure the alien races in the city out.

"It's about time, launch the assault!"

At this moment, Gao Wen, observing the battlefield situation from the foot of the mountain, swung his right arm, issuing a military command to his three brothers behind him.

Gareth, Gahorliss, and Aggrevain nodded in acknowledgment and immediately led their elite forces in a charge onto the stalemated battlefield.

Rumble!

Amid the trembling like a roaring thunderbolt passing by, the turf under the horses' hooves flew up layer by layer.

What's that?!

The alien races outside, amidst the wild hunt of ordinary human soldiers, suddenly felt the earth beneath them tremble violently, and instinctively raised their gaze to look afar.

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Amid deafening shouts, fully armed knights with tightly squeezed legs against their horses' bellies, one hand raising a shield, the other holding a massive, more than two-meter-long hard wooden lance, gripped under the armpit, formed a torrent of steel that would obliterate everything, led by the three Aggrevain brothers.

"Purification Knights! It's the Purification Knights!"

"And the Round Table! Those monsters are coming up!"

"Quick! Quick! Stop them from approaching the walls!"

As that line of silvery waves rolled into view like an incoming tide, the alien races outside and on the city walls changed their expressions, letting out screams of terror.

They were not new to following Vortigern, nor were they strangers to confronting the Celts, naturally aware of the terrifying nature of these monsters.

Therefore, the alien races promptly ignored the already faltering Celtic infantry and instead turned their full force on the Purification Knights charging toward them and the three members of the Round Table.

Moreover, the backline of trebuchets, as well as rocks and logs moved to the city wall, and the spellcasters of the alien races also turned their efforts, collectively besieging the increasingly close torrent of steel outside the city.

However, even with such relentless attacks, those encased in magic steel armor and blessed by elf spell were unharmed.