Without the suppression of the dense arrows, the demon army quickly rushed to the base of the city walls, and the natives began to approach the city gates, trying to smash the city gates and kill them into the city.

However, they were destined to be disappointed, because the gates of the outer fort were made of steel, and the gates had been blocked with sandbags and debris, almost indistinguishable from the walls.

These natives blocked the city gates, constantly hitting the city gates with weapons, and seeing that they looked weak, they were obviously grinding foreign workers.

However, the defenders would not be polite to them, and the boiling water poured down from the city, and the natives were whining and screaming.

The Devil was still suppressing the archers at the head of the city, and the Devil began to flap his wings and leap towards the city.

At this moment, it was obviously unrealistic to continue the long-range strike, and the defenders immediately drew their weapons and prepared for hand-to-hand combat, while the farmers also waited with hoes and pickaxes.

The ten-meter-high walls are impassable for natives and impoverished demons, but they are easy for winged imps.

However, they have the ability to climb over the walls, but they do not have the strength to fight humans, and their sharp swords can easily tear apart the body of the little demon.

Suddenly, blood burst out.

Countless little demons who climbed to the top of the city were easily slain, and the broken corpses fell under the city walls and became part of the corpses on the ground.

However, this situation is only temporary, as more and more little demons climb the top of the city, the human defenses begin to show holes.

Although it didn't have much impact on the outcome of the battle, it was only a matter of time before the castle fell if it continued.

The most deadly thing is that most of the middle and high-level demons have not yet acted, and these cannon fodder in front of them are just consuming their materials and strength.

Count Edward saw the devil's plot, and he said in a deep voice: "Let the farmers join the battle, and the soldiers try to save their strength, we still have a lot of evil battles to fight." ”

When the words fell, the peasants, who had been waiting for a long time, rushed to the front line with climbing plows and hoes, and although they were in two wars, they did not flee from the battle.

The defenders finally had their hands free and once again drew their bows and arrows to shoot at the outside of the city.

In this way, the momentum of the demons' attack was once again suppressed, and occasionally the little demons climbed the wall, and the farmers swarmed up and chopped them to pieces.

The little devil's combat power is only equivalent to that of a ten-year-old child, and he is not an opponent in the face of a single farmer, let alone a group.

Seeing that the demon was so vulnerable, the peasants grew in courage and were barely able to fight with the defenders.

The little devils were chopped down stubble after stubble, but more little devils began to pour towards the castle as if endlessly.

Count Edward stood on the city wall, occasionally swinging his sword to slay the little demons who dared to provoke him, his armor shirt already stained red with blood.

Although there are two cronies by his side to protect him, it is inevitable that there will be fish that slip through the net, so it can be seen that there are many demons.

He looked at the subordinates next to him who were directing the battle and asked, "What is the situation with the rest of the city wall?" ”

The subordinate was entangled with more than a dozen little demons, and replied while swinging his sword and slashing: "We are here in the direction of the demon's main attack, the pressure is the greatest, and the other places are okay, there are not many demons, and they can deal with it." ”

The other party's words made Count Edward feel a little relieved, but only a little relieved.

At this moment, two unlucky little demons suddenly jumped out in front of him, and he couldn't help but show a look of disgust on his face, and directly swung his sword to slash at it.

The little demon who was chosen as the target of the attack immediately let out a frightened scream, and put the steel fork in his hand on the top of his head, trying to resist.

However, neither the slender arm nor the inferior steel fork could stop the terrible sword.

The steel fork in the little devil's hand snapped in response, and the long sword landed on top of its head, splitting it in half.

When the little devil next to him saw this, his face was frightened, and he screamed and wanted to flee, but his head was cut off by Earl Edward as soon as his wings were stirred.

Joke, if he can let this kind of garbage escape from under his hands, he still doesn't want the name of a legendary warrior.

After dealing with the two unlucky guys, Count Edward took out his binoculars to investigate the battle, and because the walls were round, he could see at least eighty percent of the entire battlefield.

Soon, his eyes were drawn to the sight of a section of the city wall to the west.

There were two skillfully coordinated mercenaries who were fighting bravely to kill the enemy, and although they were only at the level of high-level martial artists, they exerted a slaughter speed far beyond that of the fighting spirit martial artists.

The little demons who dared to approach them were all slain without exception, and some even had their skulls blown diagonally in half.

Whether it is in the application of swordsmanship, coordination, or physical strength, their performance is not comparable to that of ordinary high-level martial artists.

Count Edward put down his binoculars, pondered for a moment, and walked straight to the battlefield.

At the same time, on the northern battlefield hidden by the inner fort, more gorgeous slashing is being staged.

Four warriors armed with dual swords were defending back to back, and although they only had the strength of mid-level martial artists, they were fearless in the face of dozens of little demons, and even took the initiative to attack.

The twin knives swung with a buzz that pierced the air.

Before they could let out two screams, the little demons around them had their limbs or heads cut off and collapsed in pools of blood.

On the eastern side of the wall, a scythe demon escaped the fire of the crossbow and climbed the wall, waving his arms in an attempt to kill.

However, before the slaughter he had expected began, he saw three large men with beards rushing towards him with large swords and axes.

The three of them were wearing the same leather armor, and their bulging muscles looked like granite that had been polished for a long time, and they knew at a glance that they were difficult to deal with.

The Scythe Demon looked vigilant and raised his arms in a fighting stance.

However, the expected attack did not come, but the sound of the wind behind him was loud, and he was about to turn around, only to find that his body was already out of control.

The last thing that caught the Scythe Demon's eye was a young face with an extremely indifferent expression.

The young man raised his leg and kicked the demon's corpse off the wall, and then commanded the three big men, "Take care of your own safety, the lord means to wait here for his return, not to die for others." ”

The three big men nodded in unison, and then returned to their defensive positions.

At this time, Count Edward had already arrived at the western wall, and he looked at the two high-ranking warriors with an approving look on his face.

He waved his hand to stop and asked, "Are you mercenaries?"

The two looked at each other when they heard this, then put away their weapons and shook their heads at the same time, "No." ”

Count Edward's face was surprised, he recognized from his attire that the other party was a mercenary, and wanted to take it for his own use, but he guessed wrong.

With a wry smile on his face, he asked again, "Then who are you, and where are you from?"

As soon as the words fell, an indifferent voice suddenly came from behind Earl Edward: "We are Baron Renard's servants. ”

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