Lord: Starting from the Pit-Dwelling Courtyard

Chapter 126: Wyvern

Waaah...

Although the horn was only the size of a palm, it produced a very loud sound that could be heard even five kilometers away in the castle area.

Amy, an old knight of the Rose Knights, changed her expression instantly upon hearing the voice.

"It is the Wyvern Horn. The Wyvern Tribe has kept a two-legged wyvern. The Wyvern Tribe once tried to use the wyvern to attack Gorubak Fortress."

As soon as Amy finished speaking, a huge black spot appeared in the sky and slowly grew larger.

A lizard monster with a wingspan of over six meters appeared in the sky above the main city.

Seeing that it was just a wyvern, Ron breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Wyverns are sub-dragons, and their strength is roughly between that of a Sky Knight and a Legendary Knight.

However, the dragon is enormous and incredibly strong, especially with its acidic corrosive liquid, which even legendary knights would avoid.

Before Ron could give the order, the eight-bull crossbows in the main city quickly turned their muzzles and aimed at the flying dragon in the sky.

Mad shouted, "Stay calm, don't be nervous, I'll take the lead." He stuffed the monoculars into the backpack on his chest, ran to the shooter's position, and locked onto the target with the sights.

"Keep raising the Eight-Ox Crossbow!"

His men quickly rotated the lifting platform at the bottom of the Eight Bulls Crossbow. Ron had considered aerial targets from the very beginning of the design, so he had made preparations long ago.

The wyvern suddenly swooped down, spraying out an acidic corrosive liquid. Two militiamen who couldn't dodge in time were directly corroded by the green liquid, leaving not even bones behind.

The green liquid fell to the ground, and many militiamen's straw sandals melted instantly, causing them to let out painful cries.

Fanta raised his bow and shot an arrow at the wyvern, but it bounced off.

Fanta was somewhat annoyed: "What are Ba Niu Nu doing?"

In reality, wyverns fly so fast that many eight-bull crossbows simply cannot lock onto them.

As the wyvern spiraled into the air once more, Fanta decisively shouted, "Catapult attack!"

Splash!

More than a dozen boulders flew out and crashed into the attacking goblin array. Because the stone projectiles were round, they would roll upon landing, clearing out a large area of ​​empty space.

Tecott's eyes widened: "How did that territory manage to build such a massive rock?"

Dodok said with some annoyance, "Make the goblins spread out immediately. Don't keep them in close formation, or they'll just become easy targets for human catapults."

Pertel was the first to react, directing the wyvern to fly towards the catapult position.

The two-legged dragon circled halfway, then rolled in the air and flew towards the ground.

This gave the Eight-Bull Crossbow a chance to aim, and in an instant, more than a dozen crossbows flew out, but unfortunately none of them hit their target. The closest crossbow was perfectly dodged by the wyvern with a roll.

Green acid sprayed out, instantly melting and disintegrating a catapult.

"Damn it, Captain!" the assistant shooter shouted nervously.

"Shut up!" Mad cursed, his eyes fixed on the wyvern in the sky, watching it flip again, preparing to dive and attack the catapult position once more.

Mad calculated the lead time, slammed the trigger, and the crossbow shot out.

By the time the wyvern spotted the crossbow, it was too late; it could only tumble in the air, trying to knock the crossbow away with its wings.

However, the crossbow was too powerful. Although it avoided vital points, it still tore a huge wound in the wyvern's wing, causing the wyvern to lose its balance and fall.

The wyvern smashed several mud-brick houses to the ground. It had just gotten up and hadn't even let out an angry roar when the eight-ox crossbows on the west city wall fired a volley at the wyvern on the ground.

The wyverns that landed on the ground were much slower in reaction and speed.

puff puff...

More than half of the eight-ox crossbows hit the wyvern, with the spearheads embedded in its body.

The two-legged wyvern let out a painful wail.

Pertol's face turned ashen. He was connected to the two-legged dragon by mind and could sense the damage the dragon was suffering.

"Chief, immediately dispatch a skilled squad of goblin heroes to breach the human city, or the wyverns will be in danger."

"What?" Tecott looked at Pertour in disbelief and said uncertainly, "The scales on a dragon are no less than those on a human knight's armor. How could it be so easy to get injured?"

Pertour, his face pale, said, "The power of human crossbows is astonishing."

Without any hesitation, Tecott turned around, grabbed Dodok, and led his men toward the city wall.

Knowing the power of the Eight-Bull Crossbow, Dodok dared not charge forward as brazenly as Tecot, and instead hid behind the ranks as much as possible, ready to flee at any moment.

Tecott is a top-tier goblin hero, whose strength has reached the standard of a human sky knight.

As he approached the city wall, he immediately jumped onto it, intending to start a killing spree, but instead ran right into the wall guarded by Frederick.

Just as Tecott had killed two mercenaries, Frederick charged at him in a rage.

This battle was his chance to prove his strength to the lord, and he could not afford to lose.

He was really terrified of having diarrhea.

The two men collided violently. In the past, Tecott could kill his opponent with a single hammer blow, but now he was pinned down by Tecott's halberd strike and couldn't lift his head.

Frederick's weapon was an axe with a spearhead, his long-handled weapon, 2.5 meters long, which could be used for chopping and slicing, and was the weapon that made him famous.

Last time, I didn't take it because I was confident of victory.

"Ah!" Tecot used all his strength to swing the axe away and smash it down on Frederick's head.

Frederick blocked with his axe and halberd, then kicked Tecott in the groin.

Tecott was in so much pain that his green skin almost turned blue, but he still moved incredibly fast. He twisted the hammer, making it spin around the halberd's shaft, and almost smashed it into Frederick's head.

Startled, Frederick quickly pushed him away; their brief exchange had already revealed their relative strengths and weaknesses.

Frederick looked at Tecott with a solemn expression, slowly raising his axe and halberd, the spearhead pointing directly at Tecott.

Tecott squeezed his legs together and took a small, swaying step back. He had never seen a human knight so ruthless.

"Human, you are utterly insulting the title of knight."

Frederick sneered, "Chivalry is for humans. Against other races, there's no need for chivalry. Die, you stinking greenskin!"

As the axe thrust out, Tecott seized the opportunity to grab the shaft and smash it down on Tecott's head.

Frederick blocked the hammer with his halberd, then unleashed another groin kick. This time, Tecott was prepared and quickly stepped back, lowering his hammer to smash it down on Frederick's foot.

Tecott's eyes flashed with malice; this time, he was determined to break the other man's leg.

The next second, a crossbow bolt shot from Tecott's back.

Tecott was in a state where his old strength had been exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated. He could hear the sound of air being cut, but he couldn't react at all.

When Frederick saw the crossbow, he decisively pulled his leg back and rolled to the ground.