Baron Mavi stopped running, but the wooden tower was not in a hurry, and the fierce barbarian shook the iron rod in his hand like a baseball bat, and the blood on the iron rod broke away from the rod and spilled it on the side of the city wall in an arc.

Ma Wei, the third-generation baron of Green Vine Town, looked at the approaching barbarian chieftain step by step, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his hands tightly grasped the ancestral enchanted sword in his hand.

This enchanted longsword was the trophy of Ma Wei's grandfather, the first Baron of Green Vine Town, on the battlefield, with this long sword, the first Baron of Green Vine Town stood out from thousands of ordinary soldiers, rose step by step in the border army, and finally broke into the title of Baron of Green Vine Town.

Baron Mavi prayed in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, God of War, please give me courage to defeat the enemy in front of me!"

Maybe it was the god of war that really gave him courage, or maybe it was just psychological comfort, Ma Wei was not so scared, his mental power was highly concentrated, and the panicked sound of the soldiers in his ears was automatically filtered by his ears, and all he had in his eyes was the oncoming wooden pagoda.

Mu Muta also noticed the change in Baron Mavi, and his heart was unhappy.

The look in the eyes of this damn two-legged sheep is so annoying.

Losing the interest in playing tricks on his enemies, Mumuta attacked Baron Mavi.

A few meters away in the blink of an eye, the wooden tower raised the iron rod in his hand and smashed it head-on at Baron Mavi.

Baron Mavi, who was in a state of extreme nervousness, his heart was beating faster, his adrenaline was secreting wildly, his reflexes were greatly increased, and he dodged to the side, and at the same time stabbed the heart of the barbarian chief with the sword in his hand.

The solid iron rod of more than two hundred pounds seemed to be like an ordinary wooden stick in the hands of the strong wooden tower, and the falling iron rod stopped abruptly and swept across the long sword.

A huge force came down the blade of the sword, and the long sword almost escaped from his hand.

Baron Mavi quickly made a judgment, the brute strength of the barbarians in front of him was amazing, and the level of warriors was far above his own, but the size was huge, relatively speaking, speed was its shortcoming, Baron Mavi decided to fight, delaying time and waiting for reinforcements.

Baron Mavi rolled backwards to avoid the barbarian chieftain's follow, and Mumuta chased after Baron Mavi, easily cutting off several ordinary soldiers who surrounded him.

Then under the cover of the soldiers, Baron Mavi managed to dodge the attack of the barbarian chieftain with difficulty.

A donkey rolled to pull away, and Baron Mavi stood up, his sword crossed in front of him, and made a defensive gesture.

Although he dodged several attacks from the barbarian chieftain, Baron Mavi looked embarrassed at this time, his handsome face was scratched by flying sawdust, bloodshot appeared on his dusty face, and his originally neat battle uniform was also stained with dust and blood at this time.

But at this time, Baron Mavi no longer had the heart to pay attention to these details, and he only had this strong and fat brute in his eyes.

Mu Muta was annoyed in his heart, the emaciated two-legged sheep in front of him, as nimble as a monkey, pulled away at every opportunity, hiding behind obstacles such as pillars and tables, coupled with the harassment of those damned soldiers, it took him nearly half a minute to kill him.

At this time, more and more soldiers surrounded the battlefield, and the other barbarians led by Mu Muta also used their grappling hooks to quickly climb the city wall and fight with the soldiers.

This guy who seems to be the leader must be dealt with as soon as possible and affect the morale of the defenders.

Mu Muta thought of this, he clenched the iron rod in his hand, and the qi in his body surged.

Baron Ma Wei felt the change in the momentum on Mu Mu Ta's body, and his heart became more and more solemn, and he also mobilized the qi in his body and attached it to the enchanted long sword.

The warrior's qi is different from the magic of a mage, the magic of a mage is a tool for communicating the elements of magic, and it is the elements of magic that really exert their destructive power.

The qi in the warrior's body itself has a strong amplification effect, the qi is blessed on the weapon, which can increase the destructive power of the warrior, and the blessing on the body can improve the warrior's strength, speed and reflexes, the more qi consumed, the greater the power of the blessing.

It is precisely because of the strong qi in the body of high-level warriors that it can often cause a crushing effect on low-level warriors, so although there is a cross-level challenge, it is only a small probability event.

The wooden tower has moved!

His feet slammed on the ground, splashing a cloud of dust and charging towards Baron Mavi like a cannonball.

It's just an ordinary slap in the head, but it gives Baron Mavi a feeling that he can't escape.

Baron Mavi's scalp tingled and activated the enchantment on the ancestral sword.

Qingying Mantra!

The cyan magic energy like silk threads emerged from the enchanted long sword, and the long sword of dozens of catties was instantly much lighter, and the magical energy was transmitted to Baron Ma Wei, who felt as if he was about to float.

With the blessing of magic, Baron Mavi once again avoided the attack of the wooden tower.

Mu Muta was surprised in his heart, but he didn't expect that the long sword in Baron Mawei's hand was actually a magic weapon.

The barbarian civilization is backward, and because of the perennial plundering of other countries, the popularity is not good, even if it is a master-level wooden pagoda, there is no magic weapon to take advantage of.

A nameless fire rose in Mu Muta's heart, and the desire to destroy the guy in front of him became stronger, the qi in his body surged wildly, and Baron Mavi's pressure doubled, and he hurriedly dodged the attack of the barbarian chieftain.

Finally, Mumuta seized an opportunity and forced Baron Mavi into a corner!

The wooden tower excitedly held up the iron rod.

"You're dead, boy!"

There was a burst of applause, and the iron rods began to fall.

Like a barbarian with a wall in front of him, blocking Baron Mavi's way of life, looking at the falling iron rod, Baron Mavi was desperate.

Anger, unwillingness, despair, and despair all came to my heart.

"Let's die together!"

Emotions erupted like a volcano, and a desperate counterattack erupted in Baron Mawei's body, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight ahead, and this decisive sword broke through Baron Mavi's limit, and it was almost to the extreme!

Mu Muta's instinctive hand crossed his body, the long sword pierced through the barbarian's broad palm, and the iron rod also hammered Baron Mavi's head, red and white scattering in all directions.

The sword lost its strength, and the tip of the sword rested on the chest of the wooden tower.

Mu Muta looked at the tip of the Xue Liang sword that was less than a finger away from his chest, and he was terrified.

Almost overturned in the gutter!

But fortunately, even with the help of high-quality magic weapons, the gap between mid-level warriors and master warriors is insurmountable, so Baron Mavi died, while Mumuta survived.

But being able to fight with the wooden tower to this point with the strength of a mid-level warrior is enough for Baron Mavi's clan to be proud of.

A piercing pain came from the palm of his hand, and Mu Muta gasped, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and slowly drew the long sword that ran through the palm of his hand.

The master warrior of the Simir family, Tomaru, climbed the city wall and saw this scene: a fat barbarian was drawing a long sword that pierced through the palm of his hand, and in the corner of the wall in front of him, a corpse was lying on the ground above the neck, and the barbarian was rushing up the tower and fighting with the soldiers.

Tomaru dragged his broadsword and charged towards the barbarian chieftain.

Even though the battle at the west gate was in full swing, the soldiers on the city tower in other directions still stuck to their posts.

Soldiers are not allowed to leave their posts until they have received an order from their commander, which is an iron rule for defending the city.

But the soldiers were inevitably distracted by the sounds of the west, so much so that it was not until their companions screamed that they realized that a sturdy barbarian had come to the tower at some point.

Poma Khan smirked and brandished his scimitar, like a farmer harvesting wheat, harvesting the soldiers at the southern gate of White Bird City.

A clearing was cleared by Perma Khan at the southern gate, and the barbarians below the tower quickly threw out their grappling hooks and climbed up the tower to fight with the influx of soldiers.

And Pema Khan, with several cronies, rushed down the tower and opened the gate.

When Poma Khan ascended the tower, the barbarian army hiding in the woods flapped their horses under their crotch and rushed towards the city gate.

At the same time, the mage in the castle of the Simir family also discovered the abnormality of the South City Gate, and hurriedly notified the acting city lord of White Bird City, Sallock, who was leading people to the West City Gate.

After receiving the magic message, Salok's face changed drastically, and he quickly stopped the support team.

"Panda, you bring 500 men to support the West Gate. ”

"Yes!"

"Others! Turn around! Come with me to support the South Gate!"

As he ran, Sallock spoke to the nearby magic advisor.

"Your Excellency Master Owen, please send a message to the mages left behind in the castle and ask for the help of His Highness Millem!"

"No problem!"

Master Owen drove his horse into the alley on the side of the street and began to cast a spell.

Due to the day's journey, the third prince was exhausted, and the commander-in-chief at this time was still Sallock, and for the men and horses brought by the third prince, Sarlock had no command.

In the castle, the third prince, who had just put on his armor, soon received a request for help from Sallock, and immediately agreed, and then asked about the current situation.

"Your Highness, the barbarians attacked the West City Gate, and the City Lord brought people to support, but the West City Gate was just a cover, and the main force of the barbarians attacked the South City Gate, at this time, the main force of the barbarians had already entered the city, and the City Lord had already confronted the barbarians. ”

"Damn it!"

Like Baron Mavi, everyone thought that even if the barbarians wanted to raid, they would choose the second half of the night when the night was dark and windy, but no one expected that not long after nightfall, the barbarians would attack, and the attack would be so fierce.

The third prince, Millam, was guarded by the guards and walked towards the castle gates.

As soon as they stepped out of the castle gates, they saw a striking red glow and black smoke rising from the southern sky.

"These damn barbarians, how dare they set fire!"

The third prince's face was pale, White Bird City was his strongest supporter in the Northland, and he also planned to use White Bird City as a foundation to plan to attack the barbarians and take that supreme crown, and now, the barbarians actually set fire to White Bird City.

"Hatim! you bring someone to support first!"

The captain of the third prince's personal guard, a master warrior, Hatim, was worried about the safety of the third prince, and hurriedly spoke

"Your Highness, but ....... ”

"No, the son of Viscount Namixia is not allowed to make any mistakes!"

The third prince naturally understood the worries of the captain of the personal guard, but Salok was too important, although Viscount Namixia was only a viscount, he was the third prince's most important ally in the north, and the safety of his only son was naturally extraordinary.

"Don't worry, I'll be by the side of General Mirotai of the White Wolf Army. ”

General Mirotai, the commander of the 10,000 people of the White Wolf Army, the warrior level is as high as level fourteen, and with the protection of him and the White Wolf Army, Hatim is much more relieved.

"You guys, come with me!"

The third prince spoke to the high-ranking mage and staff member on the side, Samisi.

"Samisi, prepare for the rainstorm, put out the fire!"

Samisi received the order, stood still and began to chant the incantation.

Tempest is a large-scale, but indestructive, spell that is commonly used by mages to create a suitable battlefield environment, and in times of drought, it is also used by good mages to water the farmers' fields, which can be used to extinguish fires.

The power of the elements filled the air, and a large black cloud quickly converged in the sky.

Twenty seconds later, heavy rain poured down, enveloping the entire southern district of Shiratori City.

The third prince and Samisi both breathed a sigh of relief, the wider the fire spread, the more difficult it was to extinguish, and the third prince wanted to attack the barbarians based on White Bird City, so naturally he couldn't sit back and watch it turn into ruins.

"Let's go, go to the White Wolf Army garrison!"

The 10,000 White Wolf Army, of course, could not all live in the castle, they lived in the commercial area not far from the castle.

The third prince took the remaining guards and rushed to the White Wolf Army garrison.

The rain of magic poured down, extinguishing the flames that had not been burning for long, and the two sides that were fighting in the streets and alleys were also drenched in soup.

The water droplets hanging from his eyelashes interfered with his vision, and Sallock, the son of Viscount Namixia and the acting lord of Shiratori City, touched the rain on his face and looked out at the alleys and streets where the chaos was fighting.

At this time, the supreme commander of the White Bird City side stood on the roof of a section above the other buildings, observing the battle situation below.

The barbarians' strategy was successful!

By the time Sallock arrived, thousands of barbarians had already stormed the White Bird City, killing people everywhere and setting fires.

There was no doubt that the two sides fought, but the dominant side was not the outnumbered Shiratori Castle, and the flames and smoke made the soldiers of Shiratori Castle hesitate until heavy rain woke them up.

Immediately, brutal street fighting began, with the cries of civilians, the roars of soldiers, and the wild laughter of barbarians.

The street fighting greatly weakened the numerical superiority of Shiratori Castle and the group combat advantage of the soldiers, and the whitebird castle, which was outnumbered, was pressed and beaten instead.

Sallock felt very bad, his vision at night was not as good as during the day, and the chaos of the street fighting made it impossible for him, the commander, to control the overall situation, and now, the defenders of White Bird City were almost in a state of chaos and disorder, but the barbarians were acting in a planned manner.

The barbarians are in groups of dozens of people, fighting against enemies several times their size in the alleys, and taking advantage, and if this continues, the morale of Shiratori City will collapse sooner or later.

In a corner of Salok's sight, the Barbarian elite had locked on him, as Sallok was surrounded by many guards, and the Barbarian Hunters determined that he was a high-value target.

Perma Khan stared at the Sarlock on the rooftop a few hundred meters away, hunting down the high-ranking commanders, causing the defenders of White Bird City to lose their command and fall into chaos, and then their morale collapsed.

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Chapter 285: The Hunter and the Prey