A Renewed Offensive
Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The swadian crossbowman slammed down the earthen clay pot.
It smashed into the skull of the Jackal at the front and shattered into countless pieces.
The amber-colored oil splashed from the broken pot, but more oil splashed onto the corpse stairs made of corpses outside the city walls and howling Jackals clambering upward, trampling over the corpses of others.
The torches were thrown straight out of the window.
In a short moment, the corpse stairs that were covered in oil suddenly burst into flames.
The heat wave was extremely oppressive.
Flame spreading through the bodies on the linen robe and hair was help up the fire, produced crackling sound, and with the cans of oil, the fire more intense, the ladder, composed of external wall body was burning up the big fire, let those Jackals who were still climbing, under miserable cry started to recede.