Chapter 610: Volume Sixteen: Foggy Darkness - Three: Danger at Every Corner_3
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Traditional trebuchets would find it hard to destroy these battering rams, as the beastmen had obviously taken precautions. They had wrapped the rams with thick leather to cushion blows from external forces, and even set up a vine net in front of the ram, effectively preventing damage from long-range weapons like trebuchets until the ram reached the City Wall. Once at the base of the Wall, they could remove the vine net and launch their assault. The beastmen were not foolish; this simple method was quite effective. Without the trebuchets’ impact, their only hope now rested on the Magicians, and at the moment, he could only rely on the one Mage and two Magicians by his side. Feltermites had no confidence at all; he must gain the support of the Magicians.
"Mr. Cawendi, what are your thoughts about this battle?" In the distance, the Minotaur soldiers began to form up, with the towering Cow Tribe officers stepping out of the ranks to wave their flags, signaling for the soldiers to advance in step and formation. These damned beastmen, when did they also learn the tactics of Mortal armies, to form up and organize against us? Feltermites felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.
"Sir Feltermites, you are the commander, and we are here to support you. Whatever you need us to do, as long as we can do it, we will exhaust our abilities." The pale and thin Mage was enveloped in a large, flowing robe, looking somewhat frail, but the faint gaze emitting from his sunken eyes was enough to prove that he wasn’t just filler material. The two Magicians standing next to him obviously fell short by comparison; their tense expressions revealed that the beastmen’s formidable presence had intimidated them as well.
"Mr. Cawendi, I don’t want to hide anything from you, and I hope you can make me an honest promise. If we can destroy half of these battering rams operated by the beastmen, I believe we may have a chance to repel this wave of their assault. If we cannot achieve this, then there is no point in holding out here any longer; it would only mean the end for us." Feltermites stared deeply into his eyes, word by word.
"Hmm, Sir Feltermites, have you calculated how many battering rams have appeared so far?" The pale-faced Mage was not intimidated by Feltermites’ words and remained very calm.
"About thirty, I estimate that beastmen are using around forty battering rams this time." Feltermites deduced based on his own visual estimate.
"It seems we have no other choice, do we? Retreating now is just a path to death. We might as well take a gamble. I quite enjoy gambling; let’s bet on this battle, although the stakes are the lives of every person inside this fortress." The Mage’s eyes gleamed with madness as he cracked a smile, which was incongruously twisted and bizarre.