The next morning.

Amos looked at the ogre with scars on the ground, drooling and smiling happily, and looked at the smug Felicia, who was holding a long whip next to her, and the White Dragon Lord had a strange expression. The dragon head turned to the uneasy Bucky Dark Scale.

"What's going on?"

Bucky timidly glanced at Felicia and explained, "Master..."

After Bucky's explanation, Amos learned that this ogre was a tough bone, and was ruined by Felicia using chaos (confusing people's minds), keen senses, healing techniques and whip.

Amos: "emmm..."

Under the severe torture of Felicia, the ogre Hack had caused everything. Amos was not surprised. Tiamat, the mother of the dragon in the chaotic evil camp, was famous for her cruelty and cunning. As her priest, Felicia was self-informed.

Looking at Felicia who was humming a little song, Amos was a little worried. This cheap girl wouldn't awaken some strange hobby just now, right?!

Amos glanced at the disabled ogre magician on the ground with pity and expressed deep sympathy for its misfortune.

"Let it find a prophet (charlatan) to treat it."

...

noon.

Willie looked at the skull-breaking fortress at the end of the passage, and then looked at the passage full of wooden stakes, which frowned.

Cutting down trees is easy, but it will be very troublesome to dig the roots.

"Amos, the trencher cannot pass on such a road."

Amos looked back at the trench outside the forest and said lightly: "Leave it to me."

The White Dragon Lord flew over the army. It looked expressionless and looked at the skull-breaking fortress at the end of the passage, adding a series of buff magic to itself.

Light body technique!

Elemental affinity!

Advanced agility!

...

The light feeling made Amos feel that even if he stops flapping his wings, he will not fall from the air.

It's time!

The White Dragon Lord blessed himself with another magic that amplified the sound and roared.

"My servants!"

"We! Invincible!"

Its huge nostrils violently sucked air into its lungs, forming two white airflows in the air. Amos's chest expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its lungs were filled with gas.

Amos suddenly sprayed an ice-blue dragon breath into the downward passage, and at the same time his wings flapped, a conical sound cone appeared on his head. A gas explosion sounded into the ears of the monster army. Amos' speed had already broken through the sound barrier.

It squirts and flies, covering the passage with a thick layer of ice, and the trees on both sides are covered with a layer of frost, and bursts of white smoke fill it.

After a while, the surrounding trees swayed left and right like tumblers under the waves of air driven by the dragon wings.

At the city gate, the ogre who was watching the enemy's situation saw the white dragon from far to near in the blink of an eye, fleeing in panic.

Before the aggressive Amos hit the city gate, he returned like a swallow. The dragon breath swept to the city gate, frozen the black wood gate, and also swept to several unlucky ogres on the city wall. Their time will always solidify at the moment of escaping.

The panic expression on his face and the steps he raised when he ran away were like the masterpiece of the most brilliant ice sculpture master - lifelike ice sculptures. They were fixed on the frozen city walls, exuding a strong cold air, freezing people's hearts.

The words of the White Dragon Lord were still echoing in his ears. The army stared at the ice road created by Amos in a daze, and it took a long time to burst out with warm cheers.

A fishman jumped onto a tall rock and blew the conch in his hand.

Amid the clear and loud sound of the trumpet, the fishman army formed a square formation and embarked on the road of ice neatly. Two trolls were in groups, and they were pulling a catapult with ropes. The army's pace was not fast, but they were unswerving.

The ogres on the city wall looked at their compatriots wrapped in ice and the army of monsters gradually approaching in the distance, feeling desperate and fear spreading rapidly like a plague.

At this time, Gurgaru walked up the city wall step by step with firm steps. Its fingers had recovered, holding a battle axe in one hand and a staff in the other, looking around with a solemn expression. A needle fell on the city wall could be heard, and no ogre dared to look at each other with a suppressed chief.

Garu: "Glorious! Caucasian descendants!"

Garu: "Now is the time for the life and death of the Broken Clan!"

Garu: "Can we sit and wait for death!"

Gul roared loudly, "No!"

Garu: "What are we going to do?!"

Gul: "Crush them!"

Garu roared, "Shut up! Didn't let you answer! You idiot!"

Goul: "??(◣д◢)??."

Garu: "#*&#$￥!"

Amos hovered in the air in front of the Skull Fortress, with a black line. It saw the two heads of the two-headed ogre chief quarreling. Both sides were erratic and spitting saliva on each other.

Gurgaru also found Amos who looked like he was watching a show, stopped arguing and kicked the ogre who was watching the fun.

"Hurry up, everyone prepares stones and spears! You idiots!"

Facing the furious chief, the ogres rolled and crawled down the city wall to prepare supplies.

Bales of sharpened wooden sticks, and large stones were carried onto the city wall in an orderly manner.

Amos looked at the busy ogre below and thought to himself that even if the elite troops were lost to the jungle, the remaining more than a thousand ogres should not be underestimated.

Ogres, no matter men, women, young and old, are strong warriors when they pick up weapons. Ogres women have no secondary characteristics. They wear crotch cloths and cannot tell the difference between men and women from their appearance. The combined combat power of all the ogres in the fortress is even stronger than the damaged elite troops.

Moreover, after yesterday's war, the monster army suffered heavy losses, and nearly a hundred of their families were killed in battle.

In addition to the top and extraordinary combat power, the White Dragon side does not have an advantage in ordinary combat power, so in order to prevent the ogre from leaving the city, Amos deliberately sealed the only gate of the fortress.

Amos planned to adopt a siege strategy, with top combat power blocking the city gates, and ordinary troops attacking the fortress without breaking the gates, thereby consuming the ogre's physical strength and supplies.

Even if the ogre knows the strategic intention of the White Dragon, there is no way to deal with the White Dragon that blocks the door. The skull-breaking clan like the rootless duckweed will be dragged down.

This ensures that the losses in this battle are minimized and the benefits are maximized.

Time passed little by little, and the monster army set up a formation outside the range of the ogres. Rows of fishman shield guards stood in the front of the team, holding copper-backed snapping turtle shells to make shields.

Behind them are fragile spellcasters, and two rows of twenty trenchers. Each trencher stands a trench, and a group of 3 fishmen, and work together to roll the stone bullets next to the trencher, and the trenchers pile them into a pyramid shape.

On the twenty-meter-high city wall, ogres and a small number of werewolfs were holding wooden spears together, looking nervously at the monster army.
Chapter completed!