The skull of the demon bear is not much stronger than its torso; not to mention that the fur of the eyes and mouth is too fragile.

The explosion directly turned half of its head into a burnt block and splashed out, and the rest did not fall well, and was torn, curled, burned, and could not see its original shape at all;

No matter how powerful a monster is, it requires a brain to survive.

The demon bear, who was already showing off its might, was overturned to the ground by the huge power of the explosion, spread out its limbs and remained motionless - even if it was far away, it would never get up again.

Taal could hear the orcas sucking in the air.

At the same time, cheers rang out from the barbarian: there were only a few demon bears in total, and now one of them was killed, and the rest were injured;

If you continue to fight like this, in a few more batches, those injured and inconvenient demon bears will be killed!

Orcas obviously know this.

On the side of the catapult, densely packed heavy armored soldiers protected it tightly. With the first and second arrays of warriors and monsters, they could not break it; that is to say, the only thing they can do now is...

"Order the Demon Bears to retreat." Orcas decisively issued an order - with the remaining Demon Bears, they could no longer expand any results.

The enemy's magic bottle is so powerful... hateful!

Now, even if you win a battle, the owners of those demon bears will probably try their best not to make themselves feel better... On the private side, they are the source of the leaders' powerful achievements; on the public side, they are the weapons for defensive barriers.

I guess Chief Ruger will receive several letters of complaint within one day; more importantly, how should he guard it next time?

The orcas were under a little pressure.

The remaining few demon bears were blown up by the magic bottle during the retreat, and another unlucky demon bear died;

The morale of the barbarian soldiers increased greatly; they quickly sorted out the team and began to use the materials around them to fill the ditches.

At this moment, half of the soldiers who had already rushed to the top of the slope had been killed, and the remaining soldiers were driven down the hillside; they simply joined the team to fill the ditches, and soon, a slightly muddy road was paved - the remaining soldiers hurried back and continued to fill;

After filling the ditches, the barbarians did not attack the top of the slope immediately. After they prepared the catapult, they continued to move forward and set the catapult under the steep slope!

The nobles who commanded the battle were glad that the catapult could finally be put into use normally: the ditches have become the best barrier to protect themselves at this moment! Any rolling wood and stones thrown on the hillside will all fall into the ditches, and they will not cause any effective damage to the catapult!

"The third array retreated!" The orca's tone began to panic.

The purpose of these barbarians setting up the catapult there is very obvious, just to directly bombard the top of the slope!

Accompanied by the barbarian's command, the magic bottles fell on the top of the slope one after another. The bursting fires blew up the dust, blew the entire mountain road into dust;

The target of the barbarian bombardment was not just the top of the slope, but also the forest near the top of the slope - they were worried that the soldiers would hide in it.

After the bombardment, the third array no longer existed; the wood and stones that were originally used to resist the enemy were also flew everywhere;

After several batches of bombings, the continuous pits had damaged the originally relatively smooth terrain of the ramp; at this moment, even the soldiers could not do it if they wanted to re-activate the resistance of rolling wood and stones!

After confirming that the top of the slope was no longer possible to be restored to a position, the nobles ordered the catapult to stop the attack and the team advanced in a row;

Because the terrain on both sides of the ramp was too steep, the first and second arrays of warriors were unable to bring Warcraft to support the mountain in time;

The warriors of the third array also suffered heavy losses in the battle and bombing just now.

The balance of victory reversed again and tended toward the barbarian side.

At this moment, the nobles of the barbarians also realized something; they turned against the normal state of putting the catapults in the rear and began to transfer them to the forward position; at that time, although most of the soldiers stopped, the teams of catapults continued to advance under the cover of the soldiers on both sides - now they were about to meet with the catapults sent first.

The ditches could not stop the catapult; the barbarians prepared special wooden boards for them, and the soldiers behind them could borrow light.

The Orca did not issue an order, he just frowned and looked at the situation on the battlefield.

If the enemy passes through this steep slope, we have to rely on Storm Pass to fight; how long can the gate body last under the bombardment?

Taal looked at the orcas—the muscles on the latter's face were already quite stiff.

At this moment, is he waiting for the opportunity or is he helpless?

No one knew until he gave the order.

Taal continued to watch the situation on the battlefield; no soldiers came out to obstruct, and the barbarians advanced at a considerable speed;

The troop brigade had arrived below the ramp, and at this moment, the barbarian soldiers were pushing them uphill;

The pits on the ramp only need to be processed simply to allow the catapult to pass through, which is nothing more than a slower speed and requires more soldiers to push them hard;

After pushing up the ramp, the nobles ordered the trenchers to stop moving forward for the time being and wait for other trenchers that had not yet risen;

For a moment, the number of trenchers on the top of the slope increased; they were arranged neatly there, not to mention the orcas, even Tarr was extremely envious when he looked at it;

Tarr knew that if the enemy's catapult could be taken in one fell swoop, the battle would be decided - but obviously the enemy knew this.

The barbarians provided the highest specifications of protection for the trencher.

Heavy armored soldiers lined up on both sides, staring at the forest with their eyes tightly; behind them, rows of soldiers holding magic bottles, ready to throw them out at all times - if a monster dares to attack, it will be greeted with dense bombing, and even the demon bear will probably be able to kill it!

They knew that the Coreys would never miss this opportunity to attack, so they all

Tar saw that the orcas were slightly relaxed;

He took a long breath and his eyes closed slightly - at this moment, his attention was no longer on the battlefield;

Then he slowly vomited. After completing this deep breath, his face muscles tensed up again - Taal knew that he had made a very important decision.

Yes, he has not played all his cards yet; the remaining warriors on the mountain road cannot resist the enemy.

If you want to win the war, you can only fight.

In a fairly steady tone, Orca issued an order that he could not determine the consequences in this battle:

"Reserve, attack."
Chapter completed!