Southern Frontier, Jotti County, Fort Russelland.

"Archers, where are the archers? The bastards are coming up and driving them back!"

"Catapult loaded!

"Hurry up and fix the ballista, or those green-skinned monsters will rush up!"

Duke Norman and Duke Lowell stood side by side on the limestone wall, ignoring the orc legions below, while soldiers of all classes around them ran around, shouting, and defending the wall with their weapons.

"Boom!"

A boulder flew in and smashed a ballista next to the two dukes with precision.

With a slight wave of the staff in Duke Lowell's hand, the exploding fire instantly shrank and turned into a fireball the size of a human head, which he casually threw down.

The "filled" fireball exploded next to the ramshell below, instantly leveling the ground within a radius of thirty meters.

Due to the dense presence of the orcs, the fireball killed and injured at least two dozen orcs.

"Will the eldest prince be able to get to the predetermined location?"

"The communication element crystal flickered, he has arrived. ”

"Old Norman, the command here will be handed over to you, and I will take a look at the situation in Dongcheng District. Duke Lowell said casually, then turned and walked towards the end of the wall.

The Norman Duke did not speak, but drew the two scimitars hanging from his waist and hid in the shadows.

The Norman Duke's warrior class was not a mainstream knight, but a rare assassin class.

Compared to the knights of all eight lines, the assassin is the darling of the shadow system, and only by practicing the fighting spirit of the shadow system can he become an assassin, and after becoming an assassin, he is not allowed to cultivate the fighting spirit of other departments.

The extreme difficulty of leveling up the Assassins also led to the rarity of warriors who chose the Assassin class.

Unlike the Norman Archduke, his natural affinity with the Shadow Realm made his upgrade smooth, and it only took him forty years to reach his current position.

"Hurry up, you silver eagle mongrel, do you have to eat whips before you move?" On the high ground on the west side, a fourth-rank orc officer was whipping the slaves in front of him with a whip, supervising the slaves to load the trebuchet.

The heights to the west had been occupied by the forces of the Flame Bear Clan, and nearly two hundred trebuchets had been placed, which had taken advantage of the terrain to bombard the fortified walls of the fortress.

This officer was one of the commanders of the trebuchet position, supervising the loading of stones and the maintenance of the trebuchets by the slaves.

Looking at the slave screaming at the speed of his speed, the officer grinned widely, leaking out his frightening fangs.

"Hmph, you bastards of silver eagles just have to fight, and if you don't fight, you won't work. ”

However, as long as the fortress in front of you can be knocked down, there will be a large number of human slaves, those humans are really good livestock, and they can work and eat well, if they can catch dozens of Hui tribes at that time, they will definitely be able to sell them for a good price, and maybe they can also encircle a large area in the new territory of the clan, the officer thought to himself.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Bang dang!"

A slave accidentally falls and a stone falls on the ground to wake him up.

He angrily picked up the whip and walked towards the slave, but found that his body no longer listened to his brain, and then the world swirled, and he saw his body kneeling on the ground, and bright red blood burst out from his neck, but there was no sign of anyone coming, and he passed out with doubt.

He didn't understand how he died until he died.

The slaves were stunned until the blood splattered on their faces, but before they could scream, they found that they could no longer scream, they didn't even feel the pain, and their heads had been cut off by a mysterious force.

Having eliminated all those who might find him, the figure of the Norman Duke suddenly poked out of the air, put the twin knives that were not stained with the slightest blood into the scabbard, and walked towards the trebuchet.

He grasped the wooden frame on one side of the trebuchet, and with a slight force, flipped the trebuchet in one direction and aimed it at a giant beast the size of a hill that looked like a hybrid of a boar and a tortoise.

Pulling the lever, the boulder flew out in an instant, smashing into the head of the giant beast.

"Roar!"

The giant beast was in pain, raised its front hooves and stepped down heavily, directly trampling several slaves transporting supplies, and several soldiers were hit by the fragments of the boulder, and lay directly on the ground, unconscious.

It was just a few slaves' lives, and no one cared at all, and the two sides threw four or five hundred boulders at each other every day, and no one cared at all which direction the stone flew from.

Karlens and his Ironscaled Knight hid at the foot of the hill on the other side of the West Heights, waiting for the signal to throw stones.

One hundred and one people rushed up the hill with swords and shields, armor, and masked helmets.

Since the combat power above the third level was killed by the Norman Duke, it was impossible for the few remaining orcs on the mountain to withstand the collision of more than a hundred third-level knights, and the knights were solved by dividing five by two.

"Your Royal Highness the Great Prince, I will return to the city first, and this place will be handed over to you first, and I can't let the 'Fist Ghost' find out that I have been here, otherwise he may do something to you when he is angry. When the Norman Duke saw that the eldest prince had completely occupied the West Hill Heights and controlled all the catapults on the heights, he said to him.

"Everything just went according to plan. The eldest prince looked indifferent, and smashed his sword on the iron shield a few times, shaking off the blood that was sticking to the shield.

The Norman Duke nodded, and lost any trace of his presence here as if it had never appeared.

"Two people in a group, one trebuchet in a group, aim at the enemy army below, focus on hitting the Tamar giant beast and the Chinese army camp, release!"

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"Where's our trebuchet, why aren't they moving?, 'Run fast' and let me go up and see what's going on?" the commander of the Flame Bear Clan, Blackheart, shouted anxiously.

The soldiers on the front line had been dodging the bombardment of enemy trebuchets and ballistas, and their own trebuchets showed no sign of fighting back, which made Tulang anxious.

"My lord, something is wrong!" The herald on the mountain ...... "ran fast" and ran over as fast as he could, but before he could finish speaking, a boulder flew over, smashing half of the running herald directly into the air, leaving only his legs still in place.

Broken intestines, broken internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and some of the nerves of some body organs were not dead, wriggling in pools of blood, as if they were breathing.

Tu Lang was startled, then quickly calmed down, calmly analyzed, and judged that the boulder flew down from the West Mountain.

Sure enough, as he expected, the West Mountain Heights was lost.

"Take back the Xishan Heights for me! No matter what the price you pay! It is the key to this war, if you can't take it back, the 'Fist Ghost' will feed us all to the Tamar Behemoth!" In the Chinese army camp, Tu Lang had a hideous face, slammed the table fiercely, and gave the officers below a death order.

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It had been three hours since the trebuchet had been captured, during which time Tulang had organized five attacks, but he did not expect that the famous Ironscale Knight was on the heights of the West Mountain.

A team of 1,000 people rushed forward, but more than 300 people were killed and wounded, and the soldiers were killed directly until they collapsed and retreated.

After holding out for twelve hours, the Knights of the Iron Scales in the West Hill Heights finally welcomed the first reinforcements.

"Hello Your Royal Highness, I am Marko, the commander of the Third Legion of Fury Wind City, and I am ordered to take over the West Mountain Heights. ”

Dressed in plate armor and with a face covered by a helmet, the visitor could not see his expression, and he saluted Karlens with a knight's sword on his chest with one hand.

"Very good, I'm going back to my life, the 'Fist Ghost' can't find out that the Norman Duke has made a move for a while, you are still safe, stay in peace." Karlens turned and led the Ironscaled Knights in the direction of the fortress.

At least the direction of the development of the war is favorable to us. Karlens looked at the human corpse on the stretcher in front of him and thought, it was his Ironscale Knight, who had been fighting bravely three hours ago, and now his right arm and left leg were missing, and only a layer of skin was left between his head and body.

The war is not over, we are only one step closer to victory.