() A large number of giant stone bullets were transported from the vicinity of the catapults and placed on the city wall to meet the enemy. The crossbow was aimed near the city gate, and a sharp steel crossbow with an arm length was attached to the bow string.

When the crowd saw Mr. Shan, they only glanced at him slightly and continued to be busy.

A low-level drow who had been waiting for a long time breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Master Shan appear and trotted over quickly: "Sir, you are back. The city lord asked you to come up and discuss anything."

Master Shan nodded expressionlessly, took long strides, and walked towards the city wall.

The narrow and steep wall ladder forced Shan Ye to go up sideways. After walking out of the wall ladder and dusting off the dust on his body, Shan Ye looked up and suddenly felt happy.

In front of him was a fat Zhuoer with a heroic look on his face. He was standing in the cool autumn wind, looking at the half-demon battle formation in the distance. His eyes were bleak and his expression was generous, like a revolutionary martyr blocking the muzzle of his gun.

Seeing the same kind of fat men, Master Shan immediately became interested: "Are there any fat men among your soldiers?"

The low-level Drow who had been following closely behind him suddenly looked a little embarrassed. He glanced at the "former supervisor", bowed and whispered: "That...that is the 'former supervisor' of the Intelligence Department."

Master Shan's expression froze for a moment, then he suddenly realized and said with a smile: "These rice bugs are really everywhere."

Mr. Shan's laughter did not stop at all, and the "former supervisor" immediately glared at him, his face turned red with anger, as if it had been painted.

But immediately, the adult's face darkened as he remembered his current identity. The anger all over his body suddenly faded away.

Master Shan found it interesting, so he came over and looked at the fat man up and down.

He was round and round, with a cunning look between his brows, and his eyes were covered in fat, making it almost invisible. He looked decadent and desperate, and no matter how hard he tried to pretend, the fear in his heart still overflowed through his flesh and bones.

Master Shan smiled, raised his head, and ordered: "Get equipment for this fat man, don't let him die so easily."

When the fat man heard this, his eyes lit up, and he nodded gratefully to Master Shan. He couldn't help but stand up straighter, feeling full of energy, and finally had some hope.

Passing by a large number of tensed-looking and pale-faced Drow warriors, Master Shan walked up to Emerl.

A large number of senior warriors and priests were being assigned tasks. Golems, scarlet scimitars, and spider attendants were basically evenly distributed on the west wall. A large number of halfling mercenaries and lizardmen driving away ground beetles were also assigned.

The city wall protects against enemies.

The cavemen were overwhelmed with the burden and were only responsible for transporting supplies and wounded soldiers.

Except for the initial panic, the entire Black Pearl gradually entered a state of preparation for war under the control of Emel. The atmosphere was oppressive and heavy, with many civilians helping with the work, but there was a trace of worry and fear on their faces.

There are about 12,000 low-level drow warriors, 2,500 intermediate-level warriors, and only four to five hundred high-level warriors.

In terms of military strength, drow seems to have an absolute advantage, but in fact it is not the case. The combat power of drow is the result of decades of accumulation. Half-demon, on the other hand, does not need to practice. As long as he reaches adulthood, he has the strength of a third-level professional.

Emel frowned and assigned tasks expressionlessly: "Okay, that's basically it. I hope to see you all again after the battle is over!" He tried hard to make his voice less serious, but no matter what Emel said,

He forced a smile, but there was still an unconcealable desolation in his tone.

Waving his hand, he signaled everyone to leave. Aimeier wiped his face vigorously, as if he wanted to wipe away the irritability in his heart.

Shan Ye's scarlet eyes glanced at the busy crowd, and he sighed: "Can you hold on?" The voice was soft, but it hit Emer's heart like a heavy hammer.

Aimeier's face was as gloomy as carbon ink, and her beautiful eyes were flashing with murderous intent: "If the black pearl is gone, you will have to be buried with it!" His voice was cold, as if it was mixed with ice cubes.

Master Shan smiled slightly and didn't take it seriously: "The half-demon really picked a good time, the senior drow and the priest were exhausted..."

Emerl didn't want to listen to Mr. Shan's nonsense, so she interrupted him harshly: "What exactly do you want to say?" His voice was anxious, revealing an undisguised anxiety.

Master Shan's expression paused for a moment, then hesitantly said: "I think if we really can't hold on..."

Emer's eyes widened and he glared at Master Shan fiercely: "That's enough. If you continue to disturb the morale of the army, I won't be polite!"

Mr. Shan shrugged helplessly and said he meant no harm: "Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs. If you lose this time, you can start over."

Emer's expression slowly softened, but his voice still revealed a sense of perseverance: "If the half-demon wants to bite off the black pearl, it depends on whether their teeth are that hard!"

Master Shan didn't say anything more and came to a lookout to observe the movements of the half-demon.

The drow have the upper hand and the tall city wall dominates the terrain. It is said that the defense should be easy, but the high-level drow and priests are exhausted, and the half-demon have developed new types of troops, making this battle full of uncertainty.

Shan Ye roughly assessed his own combat power based on previous battles. He could probably face three intermediate half-demon at the same time, or temporarily withstand one high-level half-demon.

The image of "Roshan" cannot be exposed, but it seems that the human image cannot appear either. On the one hand, he is a half-demon, and he knows Roshan. On the other hand, he is a drow, and he knows Sam.

According to Shan Ye's nature, he had already taken Emma and Ivy away from Black Pearl for refuge. However, this time the system prompted that there were clues about pre-requisite skills, and Shan Ye really wanted to see the half-demon.

Fighting style. Of course, as long as the situation goes slightly wrong, Shan Ye will definitely be the first to run away.

Pouting his fat ass, Master Shan was looking at the half-demon battle formation when a timid and nervous voice sounded from behind: "Lord Roshan, do you think we can win this time?"

Mr. Shan raised his eyebrows slightly and turned around slowly. The narrow observation deck made it difficult for him to move.

He looks pretty decent, and on Earth, it would be no problem to be a Xiaomi under these conditions. But here, he can only wear low-quality steel armor, a bow and arrows and a scimitar, and become a small soldier guarding the city.

Shaking off the fat on his face, Mr. Shan tried his best to look more friendly to the people: "No problem, we will definitely win!" He looked like a magic stick, which immediately made the soldiers laugh.

Tightening the bow and arrow in his hand, the soldier seemed to feel a little relieved: "Then...can I survive? My mother is still waiting for me at home." There was a sense of hope in his voice.

Shan Ye was a little at a loss by those eyes that shone like silk. The softness in his heart was touched. Shan Ye touched the other person's little head with his big hand and sighed softly: "You will come back alive, I promise!

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After hearing Shan Ye's assurance, the soldier felt as if he had truly survived the battle. He hugged Shan Ye's arm and cheered.
Chapter completed!