Sorcery Monarch

Chapter 132: Retreat

Chapter 132: Retreat

More and more bandits climbed onto the walls!

The casualties among the defending soldiers continued to increase.

Staring at the agile and powerful Beverly, Adam Smith roughly gauged his strength.

Ordinary soldiers couldn't hold him back.

If two more clay golems hadn't been sent in to block him, he would have broken through the defenses long ago.

The situation quickly became critical!

Adam Smith knew it was a crucial moment. He couldn't afford to hide his strength any longer, so he urgently mobilized two more clay golems and shouted loudly at Beelzebub:

"Push him back!"

Beelzebub, stationed on the hillside, had already charged down the moment the order was given.

Accompanying him were 20 heavily armored barbarian soldiers!

The barbarian soldiers had undergone significant changes after living in the Bay Territory for over a month.

The weakness from months of migration had completely disappeared.

They were eating meat every meal, getting full every time, gaining weight and muscle daily.

Their weapons and equipment had been upgraded from simple tools to sophisticated gear!

Each was now clad in full steel armor, and every step they took left deep footprints.

Each one wielded a broad-backed iron machete, an iron round shield embedded in their left arms, a short sword at their waists, and wore face masks and collars!

They were armed to the teeth!

Their imposing figures created an overwhelming pressure on the bandits.

Beverly suppressed his urge to launch an attack on the surroundings. Staring at the towering figure in front, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, cursing inwardly:

"What the hell is the intelligence team doing?"

Ever since he had taken on this mission and begun the ambush, nothing had gone smoothly.

The adventurers were extremely vigilant, and the intimidatory massacre failed!

The Thorn Merchant Caravan's camp actually carried crossbows, and the bandits lost significant combat power during the charge!

The construction of the walls and the advantage of the terrain gave the cart pushers the courage to shoot back with arrows.

The constant barrage of arrows kept chipping away at his forces!

If it were just that, Beverly could bear it. He had been through many tough battles and had even led troops to repel berserk orc attacks before.

He had confidence that he could take down the cumbersome clay golems one by one, break through the shield-bearing soldiers' defenses, and get more bandits onto the walls to secure victory.

But where the hell did these fully armed, massive barbarian soldiers come from!

In the blink of an eye, the towering Beelzebub charged forward like a fierce tiger down the mountain, swiftly reaching Beverly, raising his giant axe and bringing it down with a powerful strike!

The terrifying force made Beverly's pupils contract.

Danger!

Beverly didn't take the hit head-on. His rich combat experience allowed him to leap sideways to the left, avoiding Beelzebub's sharp attack.