Seeing the other directions of the Black Stone Tribal Wall, because the rugged mountain was not at all convenient to attack; so the nearly five thousand men of the group slowly pressed over the front door like all swarms.

Their main goal this time was the suspension bridge at the main entrance, which was hoisted high by thick vines, although the two vines were woven from several vines and looked rather strong and strong.

But the fellows of the coalition believed that the two vines would be broken when they were thrown with a dense stone spear.

At that time, they did not even have to work hard to cross the long pit and climb the wall; directly along the suspension bridge, they could kill into the city gate, and then it should be a wonderful harvest time.

The slow movement of the coalition forces seems to be strolling through the heart, in fact, there are their own doorways inside, and the powerful beasts in the mountains and forests are before the attack; nor is it so slow to move, and it is a good to launch a thunder-like blow?

Gradually, they entered the range of the two miles from the wall, and according to the usual combat experience, they were still in a fairly safe range; only close to a mile and a half later, entered the range of the other side's stone spear throwing, which was when they launched it with all their might.

But just when they thought it was absolutely safe, a loud order was uploaded from the city wall: "The black stone tribe's long-bowman is ready, two miles ahead of the target, let it go."

“Blackstone Tribe, what is this?”Such an idea has only just risen from the heart of the coalition.

They saw that hundreds of small sticks were flying high from the walls; and to their astonishment, these tiny little sticks were so fast in the air that the speed of the stone spears thrown was faster than the three-level totem warriors.

But in the blink of an eye, these little sticks shrouded the crowd of the coalition; the primitive natives' general reaction to the dangerous instincts made the fish try to dodge and block.

However, the speed of these small sticks is too fast, except for a few powerful totem fighters, successfully avoided; the rest actually have about 70 small sticks, which are in the middle of their goal.

The fish were even ordinary thorns on the skin, easily stabbed by the small stick, deeply pierced into their bodies, and even passed through the body; this time they found that the front of the small stick actually had a small, polished strange and sharp spear.

After the attack of such a strange black stone tribe longbow hand, almost 30 people directly because of the hit, so as to die on the spot, and the others also directly withdrew from the battle because of the light or serious injury.

But on the whole, this is also a very small loss for the army of thousands of fish, far from the point of loss of courage; but these fish, absolutely not intended, the next wave of attacks came so quickly.

Between only five or six breaths, the sound that made them start to frighten them began to sound, and began to make an unchanging roar: "Prepared for the long bow hand, two miles ahead of the target, let go."

All right!In fact, there was a little change in the roar, and he reduced these words of the Black Stone tribe before the longbow hand; but for a group of fish, they no longer care about this...

After being attacked by the so-called longbow hand, the army of fish was a little bit blinded, or in the back of the battle, grasping the focus in time, he shouted: "rush over, rush over as soon as possible; this attack is the same as the stone spear throwing, the closer the distance, the less powerful."

A lot of fish heard this and reacted, and the crazy footsteps rushed to the wall, as if this was their only hope for survival.

Just two miles away, under the death of these primitive natives, it would not even take a minute to run completely; but this short distance had become the sad death path of these fish.

During this time, the black stone archers on the walls again launched eight attacks; this also represented hundreds of soldiers from each tribe, who fell on this short road.

It seems that with the continuous shooting, the accuracy and speed of the longbowers of the Black Stone tribe on the wall have become more and more powerful.

Finally, as they approached the ditch before the wall, the fatal stick that never stopped, stopped; but before the fish breathed a sigh of relief, the already familiar voice sounded again, but this time it was a new name: "Spear throwing ready, let ~"

This time the stone spear was thrown, which was not a few hundred roots, and after the order, the number of stone spears shrouded in detail was at least 500; suddenly the row of miscellaneous fish rushed to the front, and almost all of them were placed on the ground.

There is even a medium-sized tribe that has always been known as a four-level totem warrior, because he can't stand it and can only be beaten, but he can't return his hand, and suddenly jump on the edge of the big pit; he intends to go straight over the big pit, and then climb up the wall and slash it, and get out of the evil in his heart.

As a result, when he was in mid-air, he was caught by the fire of eight stone spears, and after he could hardly escape and block them, a particularly swift stone spear directly blew the head of the powerful fourth-level soldier.

This scene also became a precursor to the complete collapse of the fish army, and a voice shouted in the crowd: "Hold back, we can't fight here at all; the soldiers in the tribe are dying..."

Like the last straw that crushed the camel, the army of the fish retreated at a faster speed, and the tide fell; and then the garrison of the Black Stone tribe on the wall took advantage of this wonderful opportunity to kill more opponents on the way to retreat.

Finally, the leaders of the tribes who had completely retreated from the fish, looking at the short distance of more than two miles, the tribal warriors were full of tears; they just wanted to take up a little cheap, but they did not expect to pay such an unacceptable price.

The battle lasted only a short time from the beginning to the end, but in this short time, nearly 1,500 soldiers fell on this journey.

The most heavy casualties were in front of that gap, and the layers of corpses piled up, making people look particularly shocked.

On the battlefield, which smells of blood, a considerable number of soldiers lost their mobility because of serious injuries, and finally lay there from time to time to howl; but even their closest people did not dare to go up to save them, the devil's weapon like a small stick has completely become a nightmare in their hearts.

In addition, if the wounded are counted, the large army of the fish has suffered about 2,000 casualties; almost half of the losses have been lost, so that they have completely lost all their fighting courage in the next battle.

After all, they have no deep hatred and hatred with the Black Stone tribe, and the powerful interest relationship; the red-eyed black stone tribe is not a good day, and it is not impossible to overcome it, and it is natural to get used to it for a long time!

At the back of the front, the eyes saw that this was not at all in a series of battles; the two of them were relatively speechless, and their faces were stinking, because the two of them had been thoroughly aware of it: this time it was a big hard stone.