"Yo roar!" Raun let out a cheerful chirp, "Rejoice! Yours is it! ”

"Now, go back to the city!" Brandt was concerned about Elia's safety, and he didn't dare to stay for a moment.

They flew straight past the Laurel Gate, and when they looked down from the sky, the city was on fire, and it seemed that Coman had attacked through the Moonshadow Gate, and through the heavily padded steel helmet, there were screams of pain, the hungry crackling of flames, the trembling battle horns, and the loud brass trumpets. There was fire everywhere...... A loud bang echoed through Poseidon Square, and the statue of the queen was solidly cut in two by a large stone. Is this our army or the enemy? The smoke was so thick that it was impossible to distinguish. The queue has dispersed, and everyone is fighting on their own.

"Let me go, you go to the Shangfeng Gate to inform Swank to return to support here!" Brant patted Lawne on the shoulder. The Dragonwing Angel nodded, and flew close to the ground near the council chamber, his wings sweeping down a large area of enemy troops, and then he quickly climbed in the direction of the upper winding gate.

Brandt landed on his feet and immediately drew his sword to fight the enemy, he could not get close to the council hall, which was now guarded by Koman's soldiers, and if he wanted to break in, he had to have a team of no less than thirty people by his side.

With the doors closed, the houses shrouded in greenery, and the roads deserted, Ilia ordered the streets to be cleared so that the defenders could move quickly between the gates. Even so, the defenders of the Moon Shadow Gate were outnumbered, and the roar of the wood collision could no longer be heard at this time, and there was no doubt that the siege had entered the street fighting. The huge hinges creaked like those of a dying giant. The square in front of the gate was littered with wounded soldiers, but there were several columns of horses, many of them unwounded, and the surviving mercenaries and guards were enough to form a formidable rank. "All the team!" The prince shouted and rushed to the chamber, "Who is in charge here?" Rush over to me!"

Only a few people responded, and before twenty, they sat on horses, their pale eyes no different from those of the dead, these people were useless, they were all charmed by Elia's magic, and they did not participate in the battle out of their own intentions. But having someone take care of your back is better than nothing. "Follow me!"

"Long live Crescent City!" The crowd shouted in response.

The Komans quickly organized their response, spearhead formations flying out, long screeches of steel and silk, rolling horses' hooves and sharp blades fused with fire.

Brant sped at the front of the line, slashing at every enemy he passed. He faintly heard the screams of children and the fluctuation of magical power in the council chamber, and his heart became more and more anxious, and he struck harder, shouted and killed, his arms turned red until his elbows, leaving only a trail of blood in his back, and he led his small team through the enemy's army, giving those who could still stand up a neat death.

That's combat frenzy. Time becomes vague, slows down, comes to a standstill, the past and the future disappear together, and only this scene, this moment, and no fear, no thought, even the body. You don't feel the pain of the wound, you don't feel the weight of the armor, you don't feel the sweat that runs down your eyes. In fact, you no longer feel, no longer think, no longer yourself: only fighting, only opponents, one, the next, and the next. They are tired and afraid, and you are alive. Even though death is on the horizon, why should you be afraid of their slow swords, dancing and singing, and laughing loudly.

Another spearman ran towards him. The prince hurried around the comer, cutting off his spearhead, followed by his hand and arm. An archer without a bow grabbed the arrow and poked it like a dagger, but the prince was kicked in the thigh and fell to the ground, and Brandt laughed. He ran past a flag planted in a crack in the bluestone with Koman's magic shielding crest on it, and slashed the flagpole in two with a single sword.

A sand knight appeared out of nowhere, raised his scimitar and slashed at the prince's shield, but was caught in the armpit with a dagger. He grabbed Brant's leggings with one hand and stabbed at him with a dagger in the other. The prince brushed aside his blade and slashed his sword into the back of his man's neck. Just as he was drawing his sword, he saw a flash of white robes, and he quickly turned his head, thinking that General Coman had finally appeared, but it was only a general in a white robe.

He shouldn't have been wearing white, Brandt thought numbly.

The guy was covered in blood and blackened by smoke, and he pointed his mace at Brant, the hammer was stained with bone marrow, "You, come to fight." ”

Brandt dodged past the opponent's mace, and the long sword in his hand slashed down at the head, and the knight rolled and rolled behind the prince, and Brandt had some difficulty fighting the mace with his long sword, and they fought and walked, gradually forcing into the flower pond in front of the council chamber, falling into knee-deep water, splashing a splash.

Brant didn't have time to care about the others, but he felt that the council chamber was close in front of him, but he couldn't get even half a step closer. The ensuing battle was even more frenzied, as the people around him kept falling, howling in terror, and he smashed the man's throat with one kick, ending his life.

A fountain of blood soaked the arms and chest.

The prince rose to his feet again, staggering toward the chamber. What follows is endless and endless battles. He killed a few, wounded a few, and some fled, but the enemy was endless. He threw away his dagger, but he clutched a broken spear that came from nowhere, and stabbed it anyway, cursing loudly.

Arrows whizzed overhead, bouncing off his armor, one of them digging into the gap between his breastplate and shoulder, unbeknownst to Brandt. Flesh was flying in front of him, and blood blurred the helmet's eyes, but Brant was unmoved, he just wanted to find Ilia now and see that she was safe and sound.

Finally, all the temporary comrades-in-arms around the prince fell.

"Ilia!" Brandt roared, waving his weapon mechanically and bravely, he cared about Elija from the bottom of his heart, not under the influence of her magic, and if something happened to her, how would he explain it to Vanessa? And Morin, that scream just now, could it be Morin? What cruel things would he do to the devil Koman, who had no humanity?

Don't dare to think about it anymore.

There were no more enemy soldiers surrounding him, only the road to the council chamber. He ignored the blood and sore muscles that seeped into his eyes, ignored the deafening roar and the screams of his companions, and didn't even care if his feet were hit by a rocket and caught on fire, he was going to find Illia and protect her.

Author's comments: This article will begin to develop to the iron-blooded military from now on, but it is not blindly depicting war scenes, because it is the need of the plot, please give patience and understanding to readers, thank you.

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