At this moment, the coastal walls of the Principal of Brittany were being hit hard by catapults.

This amazing city wall was built by the Duke of Brittany to resist the attacks of pirates. During the period when Ragna was in power, the pirates in the pirate kingdom relied on the fast ships, and they always landed along the coast, burned, killed, looted, and fled before the lord assembled the army to counterattack, which was beyond the reach of the dust. The significance of building a city wall along the coast lies here. Most of the city walls along the coast were only two or three-person high wooden fences, which was enough for the pirates to change their targets. Only this section of the city wall near the capital was actually made of stone piles, hot oil, rolling wood, crossbow arrows, arrow towers, shooting holes, and various facilities for defending the city.

Since the Pirate Kingdom has many elves-level warriors, the Duke of Brittany spared no expense to thicken the wall to the point where it could not be broken by the elves. Even if four or five catapults were built on land, it would be no easy task to capture such a city wall. What's more, the wall against the sea had no room for the enemy to set up catapults. Even if thousands of troops rushed from the sea, they could only sigh in front of the thick iron gate.

This wall is enough to resist all attacks from the ocean, and it can be called the wall of Theodosy in the Principal of Brittany.

——It should have been.

The craftsman who designed him would probably never have imagined that one day, the city wall would be attacked by hundreds of catapults.

These trenchers were first set up by Estrard of the Staff Corps on Movaram. Based on the slope of the mountain, more than ten trenchers were formed. Since they were set on the back of the trenchers, these trenchers did not need to consider a series of problems such as handling and recoil, they were designed to be extremely huge at the beginning of construction. In addition, Ella's own counterweight structure makes each trencher extremely powerful.

When these catapults operate, their momentum is as if hundreds of mythical giants are throwing peaks and mountains.

Among ordinary stones, one-tenth of fire bombs were mixed with. These burning spheres drew thick trajectories in the air, very much like the sky fire falling from the sky.

The mowala mud was spraying with black mist, and its roar made the sea water churn continuously.

The warships anchored in the port rushed towards Movara Niga like ants that had lost their nests, but this was all in vain-

You might pierce its skin with a gun? You might pierce its head with an arrow?

You might use a corner to penetrate its nose? Maybe you might use an anchor to hook it into its cheekbone?

Who can peel its coat? Who can get into its upper and lower teeth?

Who can open its cheeks? Who can pull its teeth?

From its mouth, scorching magma and flying sparks; from its nostrils, black smoke, like boiling boilers and lit reeds.

It uses rocks and mountains as its armor, land and tree plants as its clothes, and is tightly closed and cannot be separated.

Its meat pieces are connected to each other, close to its body, and cannot shake it.

Its heart is like a rock. As soon as it jumps, the warriors are frightened and the heroes are in a coma.

As soon as it leans forward, the fleet will sink to the bottom of the sea.

As the fleet sank to the bottom of the sea, the magnificent city wall was also scattered by hundreds of catapults, it was as crisp as a thin piece of paper. But those catapults still did not stop. After the walls that blocked their sight, they lost their unified target and began to shoot at will.

From ancient times to the present, no city has ever suffered such a blow. The sky was densely filled with stone rains, and each stone destroyed a building. Not long after, the bustling port turned into a messy pile of stones.

The people from Movara Ni seem to be unsatisfied with such an attack, and the voice of Ella scolding sounded from its back:

"Your movements are so harsh! If it were our Swedish army, the frequency of attack could at least double again!"

That's right, the army that I took on Movara Niga at this moment was not Ella's return to Sweden to summon - that would not be the May Day. Ella just returned to Normandy, where he hired a group of mercenaries.

Coincidentally, the first group of mercenaries they found was Osor. Using his connections, Ella quickly formed a team of thousands of people.

Osor was with Ella and explained to her with a smile: "Boss, it's not their fault. Generally speaking, mercenaries like us are arranged by the lord to rush to kill the enemy on the front line. When it comes to fighting skills, they are all experienced experts. But it would be too embarrassing for them to control the catapult."

"Yes, I see, you are not the kind of farmers recruited, and your physical fitness and combat skills are much higher."

"Yes, the boss knows the goods!"

Ella suddenly stopped and turned her head to stare at Osor: "Why do such a large number of 'elite' mercenaries gather in Normandy? Are you hiding something from us?"

"We hire mercenaries, after all, are actually a business." Osor said with a smile, "Attracted in Normandy, of course, it is just a smell of business."

"Business? What business?"

"This is a commercial secret. However, it is definitely not as good as working with your boss. Regardless of the price, working with your boss is much safer."

"We have only a thousand people here, but we are attacking the entire Principality of Brittany. Are you so confident?"

"Boss, if you have confidence, I will have confidence. After all, your life is much more expensive than ours."

"Okay!" Ella heard it very helpful, "Do it well, I'll add money to you after finishing it!"

"Your Majesty." Amy coughed softly, "The price we paid for these people is three times the commission for normal mercenaries, and it is not a 'price'."

"Then..." Ella thought for a while, then got the answer, "Let's add a large piece of meat to each of you for tomorrow's lunch!"

Osor "tsk" and stepped back.

Sivadon was sitting cross-legged in a circle painted on the ground with disheveled hair, his neck, hands and feet hanging on his neck, hands and feet. She was a witch doctor, but the reason why Amy chose to be a fellow traveler was mainly because she knew a little Crodis's magic. However, she was just a disciple of Crodis's disciple, and calling out the spirit of Movara Niga out intact. The burden on him was too great, so she could only communicate with Movara Niga in a compromise way.

The circle did not emit red light, nor did Movara Nijia's spirit appear. She was just conducting remote consciousness communication with Movara Nijia. Even so, the protective props on her body still shattered every once in a while.

Ella came to her.

"How is it?" asked Ella, "Can Movara Nijia climb up the shore?"

"Do you want to exhaust me? After leaving the sea, do you know how heavy my body is?" Sivadon suddenly looked up, his voice and voice were completely different from himself. "A whole head of magma roast pork comes, I'll walk ten steps to the shore, no more!"
Chapter completed!