The mage looked at his good friend and said, "You always wanted to have a go at the snake-men, and now they've given you the opportunity. How could I stop you?" He saw Barrend in the room: "Honorable Dwarf King, the war has begun."

"Ha! I thought I'd have to wait in boredom! By all the stones, Red Beard is finally going to unleash havoc!" Morgan jumped up and shouted, "Give me a chance, I want to teach these young ones what true dwarf combat skills are!"

"This time our enemies are in the air, so your grounded Tornado Battle Technique won't be effective." The mage patted Morgan's shoulder affectionately and said, "Dwarf brothers, I have a blueprint here, it's for an aerial catapult. I think only a dwarf's hands can assemble them."

"Is there enough time?" Barrend asked.

"That's why I need the strength of the dwarves."

"Alright, consider it a form of training, a good workout for this old body." Morgan grabbed Lynch's magic wand and said, "Our mage, I do know that you have a way to let me fly into the sky. When the time comes, no matter what, you're going to prepare that magic for me!"

"If you can calm down over the next few days, then I agree." Lynch nodded.

The blueprints were quickly found, although they were very old and had many damaged parts. But after just a brief look, the dwarves had already calculated what the missing parts referred to. The only problem was the materials; there were no towering trees atop the All-Knowing Tower, and if stone was used to build the base and supports, it would be slow and too heavy to use easily.

It all depended on Lynch, whose Creation Law could significantly alter the properties of objects on a large scale, and presently they had the most iron ore in stock. The dwarves moved out what was intended for armor and placed it in the courtyard following Lynch's instructions.

When Lynch's spell touched those fine pieces of iron, they immediately underwent a transformation. Almost in the blink of an eye for the dwarves, these iron blocks upgraded to become light Dragon Silver. Compared to Mithril, this material is even lighter. Though not exceptionally hard, it was far better than the hardwood originally needed.

This action nearly exhausted Lynch's strength; he was drenched in sweat and barely remained standing with the support of the Powerful Wand. Zilvra gently supported his body while Soka's Healing Technique glowed upon him. The mage shook his head lightly at the angel, "I'm just a bit tired, not hurt. Zilvra, help me back to the laboratory. In the next few days, I need to rest well and prepare the magic."

Morgan gently caressed the Dragon Silver, looking as if he were stroking his own child. He gently picked up a piece and found it indeed just like the legends, as light as a feather, definitely able to float on water. He loudly called to his dwarf brothers, "What are you waiting for? It's time for us to show our skills!"

Lynch sat on a soft, wide seat with Zilvra by his side. Though the Dark Elf didn't say anything, there was concern in her silence. Lynch looked up and slowly said, "Using Legendary Level spell power repeatedly in one day is quite dangerous. Earlier was my limit. Anyway, I was bound to test this limit someday. I'll just sleep here, and I'll be fine."

"I will watch over you and make sure you're resting, not busy with some spell experiments." Zilvra pointed to the damaged door of the laboratory and said, "You can't lock me out now; I must be here."

The mage gently raised a finger, and a dazzling rainbow-like transparent membrane covered the door. He said, "That wooden door wasn't the barrier against outside forces; this Magic Barrier is. I won't lock you outside, and you don't need to worry excessively." Lynch closed his eyes, "If I were in a hurry, I'd fly to the Five Realms Fortress first rather than move the entire tower over. Don't worry, there's still some time, and I'll rest well."

Zilvra said nothing, sitting on a long bench opposite Lynch, watching the mage's face in the darkness.

Meanwhile, Wislin was engaged in a bloody battle on the frontline of the city walls. He had lost count of how many attacks the snake-men had launched because those creatures seemed tireless, their shouts never ceasing day or night. Initially, Wislin could divide the warriors into three groups, taking turns to rest to prevent fatigue from overwhelming them. But with the rising casualties, now many warriors had no time to rest at all.

"Aim all the heavy crossbows at the snake lizards! Listen to my command, prepare!" Wislin looked at the gigantic multi-headed creature approaching and brimming with anger. If it couldn't be dealt with in one go, it could quickly regenerate its wounds and return to inflict greater damage later. Once the snake lizard was within effective range, Wislin hollered, "Fire!" The sword in his hand fiercely pointed at the monster, which was raising its head in a mighty roar.

The power of over twenty crossbow cannons simultaneously unleashed, violently piercing through the snake lizard's body with their heavy crossbow arrows. The massive beast had no room to evade or maneuver amidst the crowded snake-man line. Under the impact, it immediately toppled backward, its heavy body casting a black shadow, crushing the snake-men beneath into a pulp. In a cloud of smoke, the snake lizard created a blank space in the invaders' line.

There was no cheer on the city walls; all soldiers continued tensely reloading the crossbow cannons. After prolonged combat, they had grown from raw recruits into true soldiers. A fallen snake lizard didn't necessarily mean much; if no further attacks were issued, the monster would slowly remove the crossbow arrows from its body and regain its vitality. All the soldiers once again aimed at the massive creature, tightening the strings with hate infused in their crossbow arrows.

The snake-men surged forward, taking this chance to climb the city walls. This group of soldiers needed no ladders or deploying towers; their serpent bodies could move straight up the vertical surfaces. They clung to the walls, "darting" upward without a decrease in speed.

The only solution was to pour scalding hot oil downwards. It could burn these fearless snake-men and force them to release their grip on the rock crevices, falling back down. However, Wislin knew the city's stock was limited, not just oil but also arrows, and they couldn't be used recklessly now. Although the central trading routes were crucial behind him, since losing the griffin squadron's aerial cover, no supply convoys had arrived for many days.

Wislin swung his sword to deflect a few crossbow arrows shot at him, causing his shoulder wound to tear further, undoubtedly tearing open the flesh. For some unknown reason, the knights' and priests' Divine Arts had not been significantly effective lately, and the recovery of the wounded had not been optimistic. Wislin prided himself that he had never performed any profane or desecrating acts against religious regulations. Why had he almost lost all his mana?

"Could it be..." He was reluctant to think it, but couldn't help the notion over recent times: "Light God Pate stands with the snake-men?"

Sometimes, imagination closely resembles reality.

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