Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1089 1071. Spell·Fireball

 "Come in quickly! Come in quickly, meow!"

In front of the shield formation opened by the guards, Linbuqiu held the Thundercat Sword in one hand and waved the few people behind him who could not fight with the other hand to go inside.

　　The very tired soldiers, who were holding their shields in front of them, were dumbfounded as they looked at the kitten who was wearing clothes and talking with a sword, and who had just chopped down three or four orcs in front of them.

 “What is going on today? Am I having a nightmare?”

The guard muttered to himself.

 But when the war situation became a little clearer and relaxed, Bard hugged his three children as if he were surviving the disaster.

 He closed his eyes with a look of joy on his face.

 “Thank you.” Bud said in a deep voice to Fluffy Ball and Fili, “Thank you for saving my child.”

 “It’s okay, meow!”

 The kitten answered enthusiastically and happily. It was very happy to be able to help people.

Fili had no time to respond to Bard. He threw the weapon transformed from the blacksmith's hammer to the ground. If this was not enough, he spat on it.

He was carrying a bag of crudely made modified weapons along the way. Basically, one of them would be broken after a few fights with the orcs, or it would simply be distorted and deformed during the fighting, and the center of gravity of the weapon would change and become unbalanced. So much so that I dare not use it anymore.

 At this point, the only thing left in the bag of weapons is a hammer.

There were a lot of ordnance on the ground, so Fili immediately walked over there, picking out several swords and inserting them into himself before he felt a little relieved.

  But in this case, the moments of slight relief are rare and short-lived.

 It seems that it was because the orcs saw Fluffy Ball, Fili and their group moving on the street.

The orcs, who had determined where the target was, naturally began to gather their strength and wanted to break through the square directly, and then kill the target and the townspeople in one go.

 This is not good news.

 The number of orcs has not been determined until now. Bard and the others only know that these ugly things seem to be indulging their desire for destruction and killing everywhere in the town.

And if they just want to kill people, if they use fire to attack this square, they will almost capture the entire Changhu Town except the square. It makes no sense to find flammable materials.

The shields of the guards were just ordinary wooden shields covered with iron, but they had no power to withstand fire.

 But what makes Bard and the dwarves strange is that the orcs do not seem to intend, or in other words, do not have the ability to perform fire attacks.

Although I don’t know why, the number of orcs who rushed over even in hand-to-hand combat was much less than expected.

But even so, to a group of fishermen, civilians, or guards who were just messing around and managing public security a quarter of an hour ago, the orcs are also fierce and terrifying professional killers and professional criminals.

The orcs' deformed mouths or throats made an unpleasant sound of "roaring, roaring, roaring." Their foul-smelling gray-white limbs were holding daggers or weird long swords, and they were like mad dogs heading towards the shields guarding the three entrances to the square. The guards pressed.

 As the orcs roared, their saliva, excited by the blood, sprayed on the faces of the soldiers on the opposite side.

 It makes humans sick and scared.

 In a shield confrontation, fear, nausea, and other psychological problems will weaken the strength of the arm.

 “Whoosh!”

 A sharp arrow came from behind the shield-bearing guard!

This arrow accurately grazed the bodies of the guards, and they stood in front of them, blocking most of the shields, and struck a fatal blow from the gap!

 Inserted into the eye socket of the orc who was pressing forward!

"Hold on!" Bard kept holding on, pulling out an arrow from the quiver on his back and shooting out, "Press forward! Press forward! If you retreat any further, you will clear the way!"

 In the recent attacks of the orcs, Bard has been automatically recognized as a commander on the battlefield.

 He ​​was already well-known among the townspeople. He was a descendant of the Lord of River Valley City, Girion. All the refugees who fled from River Valley City recognized him.

 Because of this, the mayor of Changhu Town regarded him as a threat to his status.

 And when the mayor turned around and entered the official residence and was nowhere to be seen, everyone knew that he was probably hiding.

Then power will naturally leave those who dare not take over and find new holders.

Bard is the one in charge.

And Bard's shooting skills are also well known to everyone.

Although there were other hunters who could use bows and arrows among the townspeople, the guards did not dare to let these people stand behind them at the same level as themselves and shoot arrows.

Who knows if he will die at the hands of an orc or an arrow in the back?

Only Bard, his shooting skills are considered by the townspeople to be comparable to the elves. Although basically no one in the townspeople has ever seen an elf.

“All the old people and children who are coming after you! Go into the mansion at the back. The men go to the ground to get weapons to fight! Quick!”

Bard shouted while shooting arrows, and even though his breath was unstable, he could still hit the target accurately.

“Go in?” an old man who just came in asked tremblingly, “But, that’s the mayor’s official residence.”

“Why does the **** mayor care at this time? Just go in! A lot of people have already gone in!”

The elderly and children who had just entered the security circle of the square supported each other and ran towards the official residence in a panic.

Bard’s three children are very sensible. Even the youngest girl is carrying a child of her own age, nodding to her father and sending him to the official residence.

 The performance of the children made Bard happy and proud, but at the same time, the human archer looked more and more dangerously at the orcs squeezing in from outside.

 For the lives of his children and everyone here, only one of these orcs and him can survive!

In order to survive and to keep their families alive, both sides were squeezing forward and gritting their teeth, as if they were trying to squeeze out each other's blood and internal organs in the process. Bard relied on his shooting skills to keep shooting behind the line.

During this process, Thorin, whose face was stained with blood, walked towards Bard with his sword in hand.

The dwarf pulled Bard's belt and spoke to him in a deep voice.

 “We gotta go, Bud!”

 “You want to run away? The majestic king under the mountain has lost the courage to even go to the battlefield?!”

 In a tense and anxious situation, this was Bud's first reaction.

At this time, the entire town was burning, and the firelight illuminated the black smoke billowing upwards in the dark night. After leaving the range of the firelight, the black smoke became entangled with the night and could no longer be distinguished.

 The cold weather and the scorching heat of the fire invaded in waves and irregularly in the air flow, combined with the dazzling flames, making people dizzy.

Bard's mind is also a little unclear.

But Thorin ripped off Bard's upper body and forced him to look at him.

 “Calm down, Archer!”

 “Think about the plan Lan En told you at your house!”

Thorin said calmly, while pointing his finger on his chest.

“In the eyes of the orcs, we dwarves are much more important than you! As long as we leave in front of them, they will not stay in Changhu Town for even a minute.”

　　Yes, after Thorin's reminder, Bard also remembered Lan En's statement.

 But let the dwarves go?

 Where will the dwarf go after he leaves? How can he still not know? These dwarves have already shown their cards, they are going to Gushan to restore their country.

The dwarves are gone today, so they can survive the disaster. But what about tomorrow?

After the dwarves went to the lonely mountain and woke up the evil dragon, the prophecy stated that a war would ignite in the Long Lake and burn everything!

 “What are you still hesitating about? Bud!”

Thorin asked sharply.

 “Your people are dying!”

 “They are not my people!”

“Oh my God! Come on! They trusted you, elected you, gathered around you in the midst of chaos, and fought alongside you. Now you say they are not your people, aren’t you ashamed?”

 “Are you just watching the orcs continue to slaughter?”

Bard's eyes flickered, his lips pursed, and he quickly wandered over the guards, the male townspeople holding weapons, the dwarves, and the silhouette of the lonely mountain in the distance.

 The emotions of difficult choices are simply overwhelming.

 Orcs now, or dragons in the near future?

Bard breathed out with difficulty. Seeing this, Thorin nodded and released the hand holding Bard's collar, taking a step back.

 In fact, there is no choice at all now.

 But it is always better for everyone to live one more day.

 And just when Bud was about to make arrangements

 “Bang!!”

 A bang! , together with the corner where the footpath before the square entrance extends.

 A burst of blasting air and raging flames spurted out!

Many pieces had been broken, and it was impossible to tell how many orc stumps there were. They were washed out with the air waves, and finally fell into the wooden house opposite the waterway with a crackle.

"Meow?"

Originally, relying on its small stature and light body, it was a flannel ball that jumped around above the heads of the crowd and used the Thunder Cat Sword to attack. Its sword was stuck on the top of an orc's head, and then El Cat's body held the hilt of the sword and looked in the direction of the explosion.

  Heavy and steady footsteps came from the origin of the explosion around the corner.

 In the flickering firelight, a huge shadow was cast.

 Lan came out of the corner.

Although the Arondette on his right hand did not allow blood to stick to the blade, just after cutting the orc, there was still a trickling flow of blood flowing down the blade, and eventually it flowed cleanly.

 And in the palm of his left hand, there was a fireball as big as a fist suspended.

 The surface of the fireball is constantly rolling, and just looking at it makes people feel its power.

Although this world has many magic and miraculous things, the sound and light effects are often not outstanding.

Like the tomb that seals the Witch King of Angmar, apart from being a bit gloomy, there is no way to tell that it actually contains the powerful magic set by the Northern Kingdom.

 The spells of wizards are often the same white light flashes.

  【Spell·Fireball】appears, and its power and visual effects are obvious to all.

The human guards with shields in front opened their mouths wide behind the shields, while the orcs who were standing behind and pushing forward also turned their heads in horror.