An hour and a half after the red cursor was confirmed.
Finally a flag was dropped on the side tower and a defensive team appeared on the wall.
That number, roughly thirty.
It is a force structured around second-class guards with the means of ranged attack.
Forty more people with only melee attacks go out the outer gate and attack.
Third class guards and low-ranking adventurers, many below the E rank, were prepared if gates and walls were broken while staying in the square.
The elites, the first class, are currently absent on an expedition to the former neighborhood.
Mid-level adventurers above D-rank are now out of battle because they hunt in places they won't be able to come back soon.
It is difficult to stab a sturdy and regenerating monster unless it is a martial or magical technique.
However, their skill trees limit the number of weapons and cases in which they can be used.
Because of a bias that can also be called individuality, adventurers are not at all suited to one-off training and operation, as soldiers do.
In other words, the only person who can use a bow perfectly against a monster opponent is a bowman protected by the wind god Lo, and the only person who can skillfully handle a shield is a shieldman who was given the protection of the god Guidaros. There are other drawbacks that when it comes to attack-based magic moves, it cannot be used until it becomes a medium branch skill, except for the flame user.
"Numerous reactions on the north wall!
With reports of lightning use, the defense team runs on the wall at best.
Already in a few places beneath the wall were flocks of monsters as many ants gathered in sugar.
The green skinned subordinates, who admitted to the appearance of a person within the walls, wave their arms up oddly like monkeys.
Several hobgoblins spanned the ferocious armored pig and drove against the stone wall.
Blowing bubbles from his mouth, the armored hog, who was imposed the role of a broken castle hammer, sprinkles the walls and scatters fragments all around him.
At the moment of the further bump, the hobgoblins on board jumped up and mounted on the stone wall as they were and began to climb.
"Damn it! Don't get on with it, goblin style. I'll slap you down right now."
"Hey, idiot. Don't look at me like that!
The moment the magician rode himself out of the chest wall, several hobgoblins unleashed stones as if they were waiting.
The monster's stone-throwing, nearly twice as powerful as a human, reaches above the wall with terrible momentum.
Several stones blurred and crushed the chest wall, and one of them shot through the skull of an alarmed magician.
Soon after he screams, the man falls on his back and breathes out.
"It's been a long time since we've been in action, but what the hell. There's a lot of them. Tighten your fucking head!
"But now you can't see down there properly."
The majority of magic moves are activated by visibility as a rule.
In a situation where you can't peek down from the chest wall, the means of attack is almost equal to sealed.
It is a side tower for this purpose, but the number is too small for the length of the barrier.
"Then give me this. Grant, O supporter of the great earth. Sky, weigh in on what you can wander -"
Brown chunks appear abruptly in the air, along with the chants of the earthlings.
The flying stones changed their orbit so that they could be sucked in, and killed to their mass.
The chunks that took the offense instead shrink quickly as they spilled worn out and shards.
"You keep it long. Too many -!"
The guards with bows raise their voices to the ground user who called for a new flying tool.
"We'll take care of him climbing the wall."
"Then pigs are my turn. I'll make you a roasted pig."
Cutting the words off, the player blew his horn high.
It's a magic song that exalts feelings and eliminates fear.
The bowmen, who only glanced at his face for a moment to ascertain the monster's position, continue to release arrows.
The arrows flying out of the bowstring pierced the backs of the hobgoblins clinging to the wall as they curved.
It has only two more arrow feathers, and it uses arrows that are made to fly in circles.
It is a hunting ground with a lot of turmoil, an idea for avoiding the backs of allies and targeting monsters.
"Come or burn than the tree of liberation. Taste the scale of the great flame with it -"
With two fingers up, the Flaming Man sticks his wand out of the chest wall.
Fireballs, as much as the heads of children released without sound, blew brilliantly up on the backs of armored pigs who were sticking their heads in stone walls.
The flames burn the pigs violently, while they become new fireballs and fly on all sides.
Hobgoblins, who stood stoned near pigs, also rolled around the ground in flames.
"Shit, it's not gonna fall off easy."
With several arrows stabbed in their backs, the hobgoblins were twitching up the stone walls.
The lightning man who saw it rubbed his hands together and swept silently into the stone wall.
A bunch of tiny lightning bolts, like purple snakes, run through one side of the stone wall.
The moment they were swallowed by snakes, the monsters consolidated themselves like statues and stopped moving.
An arrow is poured in the outfit where he is no longer able to move.
The hobgoblins, stabbed with several arrows in their faces, fell to the ground with groans as soon as the effect of < Electric Stagnation > expired.
"Okay, I'm gonna keep pushing you back!
While the flaming man raised one finger, he let it go under his eyes again.
Armored pigs and their surrounding hobgoblins burned up, but soon a new monster pushes over its corpse.
Once again, the magic technician, who had used up the number of usable minutes, retreated from the chest wall and moved back.
That changed from a battlefield filled with roar and screams, and the singing of a serene player praising the gods was playing with the harp.
Next to a sitting magic trick that restores magic with the effect of a song, a bowman takes a bath of water to regain strength.
The former adventurers manage to cling to a crowd of monsters who push to overwhelm them by making them say things in numbers, in a movement of stone walls and efficiency that boasts strong protection.
At a time when momentum subsided slightly and it seemed that the situation had begun to lean towards the human side.
Suddenly, the black debris was released from the shade of the tree and flew over the wall.
When attached to the guards' bodies, it discolors and rots their protective equipment one after the other.
Once the skin was further reached, the meat began to erode and dissolve.
One of the skills that the Evil Gods give you, called Dark Moves, is < Rotten Bullet >.
"Did you finally come out? Fuck you."
"O Lord of the Tree of Life. Clean the affected children quickly -"
By the numerous droplets that descend, the poison of scattered rot disappears by the way.
The bowmen, worn out of leather armor, bowed with an angry look wrapped around their fighting.
- < Reverse Roll Arrow >!
It is a martial arts technique that ensures its payback to the person who has attacked it.
Several arrows through the hollow penetrated the brain of the Hobgoblin shamans lurking in the wood as they created a vortex from the arrow butt.
It could also be broiled out with < flame >, in which case there is a very high risk of spreading to the forest.
That's all I wanted to avoid, but I was paralyzed and waiting for the shermans to attack me.
After this, it is the turn of the ground troops because they have been able to destroy monsters that come with troublesome hands.
"All right, give me a signal, please"
A player nodded at the words of the defensive captain, whistling his horn three times higher.
At the same time that the prefect disappeared, the outer gate opened, and the guards waiting for him popped out.
A squad of losers and roars to the monsters storm the sides as they wield each of their specialties.
With a swinging axe, the little ones' necks fly lightly, and armored hogs pierced by spears lay giants on the ground.
Red, feverish daggers chopped up monsters, and slapped hammers smashed bones to pieces.
One of the most prominent of these was an old man wearing a golden partial armor.
He wears a helmet with flashy decorations and snaps down the hobgoblins as if to mow weeds with an axe of blades in both hands.
A man's axe was accidentally wrapped in intense light.
At the same time, a dark cloud rises in the sky, and it can be seen.
And when they saw it, the guards went back the way they had come.
To the old man who wields an axe on the upper stage, the monsters who mistake it for a good opportunity arrive.
Big axe to be swung down.
Almost in time, huge strips of thunder poured down to the earth.
-.
The thunder that pierces his eyelids twinkles, roaring enough to break through his tympanic membrane.
As the stone walls rock violently, the ground is heavily decided and the dirt and sand splash flashly.
What remained after the thunderbolts had finally subsided were former monster-like chunks carburied in black filling the ground.
One of the guards, who was looking down the wall, notices the rain grain hitting his cheek and pounds his tongue.
"Damn, it's too much, the director said. Hey, we're moving under the roof before it rains."
"Copy that. Hey, pull up."
Dadan nodded contentedly as he heard the winning horn honking overhead.
And as I touched the stone wall, which withstood the onslaught, I looked around to the questions that came to my mind.
According to Thor's report, only the North Wall should have been repaired.
Yet the monsters are attacking us on purpose.
The Hobgoblins are not less intelligent than they dare to concentrate their attacks where their defenses are strong.
And most importantly, I couldn't find anywhere a boss to lead them.
The old former adventurer groans bitterly as he is hit by the light rain that has begun to fall in earnest.
"... hey, was this a positive move?"