"Bell ——!"

Trying his best to block the slash of the elven warrior in front of him, the panting silver blood casually picked up a shield from the side and smashed it into the elf's face.

With a "bang!", the elven warrior with a hideous expression fell to the ground, and then his head was trampled on by the heavy iron boots, and the plasma mixed with strange substances gushed everywhere.

snatched the opponent's Azorean long knife with his backhand, and the silver blood with frowning brows didn't have time to breathe, looking around the entire city wall battlefield, and hurriedly organizing the veterans behind him to re-array.

If the previous fifteen days were hell, then the current Ebolden harbor is the deepest part of hell, the abyss of the devil!

The coastal blockade collapsed completely, and the enemy's fleet was finally no longer restricted, and it was able to anchor in the harbor without any scruples and launch an all-out offensive against the walls and ring fortresses.

Although Loren Turin blew up the junction between the castle and the city walls on the other side of the river, temporarily limiting the enemy's attack to the coast - it was only a matter of time before the elven army, which had successfully landed, completely encircled Ebolden and even breached the remaining three walls.

And the only remaining defenders of the entire Ebolden before this time will be strangled in the flesh mill of the harbor wall!

Flames and smoke swept through the walls, and the towers and battlements of the walls burned almost one after another, and all the defenders and wizards who did not have time to retreat were charred in the towers.

And the army that withdrew in time immediately had to face the army of elven warriors who climbed the city wall and pounced with swords - the entire ring fortress and the entire outer wall, and the bones left by the battle between the two armies even blocked the exit, and then the elven warriors who rushed up from the back row directly kicked into the fire.

As time passed, the remaining forces of Ebolden were no longer able to defend the outer walls, and all the soldiers who could still fight retreated to the inner flank, including the thousands of armed citizens who had been used to fill the gap, and the port of Ebolden was effectively controlled and occupied by the enemy.

At this time, the elf army no longer had the previous posture of "accepting it when it is good", and instead continued to frantically continue to push inside.

Every important defensive outpost, every staircase and passage was blocked by the weapons of the soldiers on both sides, and the roars and screams were completely mixed together, and it was completely impossible to distinguish between them.

In almost a quarter of an hour, these strongholds and passages were filled with the corpses of soldiers on both sides, and the reservists on both sides stood at both ends of the passages, constantly piercing the bones with their spears and knives to kill and wound the enemy in the back rows.

This is the movement of blood and fire, this is the stage play of courage and death!

But on the face of Silver Blood, there was only indescribable anxiety and some deeper fear.

According to the plan of the previous deployment, at this point in the battle, it is necessary to start retreating one after another, and move to the fortresses and strongholds in the city to continue the battle, and delay the enemy's pace of taking the city.

But up to now, the Duke of Byrne still has not sounded the horn of retreat, and he has constantly ordered the various strongholds to continue to hold on, not to retreat - this is completely a battle for human life, to entangle the enemy's main force, forcing the elves on the opposite side to not be able to advance the army by half a step.

Loren Turin... What is he trying to do here?!

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"We must not withdraw our troops, at least not for now!"

Faced with the confused Count of Castle of Fury, Eckert, who endured his exhaustion and the void reaction brought about by the prolonged use of high-level spells, the black-haired wizard patiently explained while adjusting his breathing:

"Straighten out the whole army, gather the remnants, and make sure that every checkpoint can leave enough troops to contain the enemy—for the current Ebolden defenders, it is no longer possible; they are now supported by a death order, if we order the withdrawal of the army, it will not be a retreat, it will be a rout on the whole front!"

"There are 5,000 armed citizens on the walls, and under the walls there are auxiliaries of nearly 10,000 unarmed women and children; they are not soldiers, and they will surely collapse first when the order to retreat is given, and they will disperse with what few soldiers we have left. ”

"Panic will spread like a contagion, they are not Byrne Knights or Imperial legions, they are just civilians who defend their homeland with their blood and mercenaries who take money to kill!"

"Therefore it is necessary to defend to the death, even if it is better to try to retake the walls with a counter-charge than to make them turn and retreat, and to hold back the enemy's attack until the port walls are completely captured by the elves. ”

"We can't withdraw, we don't dare to withdraw, then we have to let the enemy have no time to take care of him!"

Hearing this explanation, Count Eckert finally nodded with a complicated expression.

It's just that he always felt that Loren would do this, and there should be other reasons - otherwise, dragging the enemy at such a cost, the casualties would not be much smaller than the rout of the whole line.

But this did not prevent him from being loyal and not hesitating to carry out Loren's orders.

The black-on-black gold lion banner was raised directly above the tower, and the few hundred remaining Byrne knights around Loren gathered under the banner without changing their faces, holding the plastic ton in their hands, and waiting for orders with their knights' swords.

"The Byrnes ——, defend all the gates and all the passages, kill all the cowards who dare to retreat without orders, listen to orders anytime and anywhere, and cover the retreat of the army if necessary!"

Count Eckert, who was holding the battle flag high, took a deep breath and roared in a deep voice: "Let the long-eared elves on the other side of the sea use their flesh and blood to witness the bravery and glory of the Byrne!"

"Viva Turin——!!!!"

With the sound of distant explosions and screams, the unchanging Byrne knights beat their shields and stepped into battle, and the sound of neat iron boots played on the city walls amid the falling rubble and smoke.

Count Eckert also did not linger, and turned to leave to command the auxiliaries of the rear line, and at the same time find a way to pull out another group of armed citizens, ready to cover the retreat of the army.

The fighting was so fierce that it was already wishful thinking, let alone impossible, if it did not affect the civilians—retreating in front of the enemy without adequate reserve cover was tantamount to dishonorable suicide even in the eyes of the glorious Bayines.

The knights from Byrne are dying heroically for a city that does not belong to them, the mercenaries who take the money are working for their lives, and even the wizards in the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower are beginning to fall as the walls continue to fall, and there are very heavy casualties.

In that case, what reason do those commoners and nobles of Ebolden have to watch others die, and not take the initiative to stand up and protect their wealth and city?!

"Bell ——!"

The narrow Azorean longsword barely blocked the two-handed greatsword that slashed head-on, and the elven warrior from the Guard Court instinctively took two steps back, dodging the death-infused slash.

Then the elf saw that the human who had almost taken his life just now had rushed past him, and the cold blade had already brought up a bloody light, and there were one after another elf heads full of hideous and unwilling ones.

Wait, that figure... Why does it look so familiar?!

Black hair, black eyes, thin back, the Mithril greatsword wielding in one hand, and the fire gushing out of the palm of his hand......

Duke of Byrne?!

"Stop him, he's the Duke of Byrne!Commander of the Defenders!" The elven warrior from the Guardian Court shouted frantically, waving his long knife and already pounced first: "It's him!

"Revenge for Lord Eugen——!!!!"

"Kill him ——!!!!"

Excited or angry shouts came from all directions, and dozens or hundreds of elven warriors abandoned the enemy in front of them, preferring to expose their backs to pounce in the direction where the black-haired wizard was.

The battle line was in chaos in an instant!

"Wow!"

The moment the long knife slashed head-on, Loren, who had a calm expression, immediately pulled out the "bright silver", and the gray-blue sword light dragged a string of sparks on the blade of the long knife;

With a backhand stab, the sword poked out from the back of the elven warrior's neck.

The elven warriors on both sides attacked him at the same time, and the black-haired wizard who didn't look at it clenched the hilt of his sword with his right hand and slashed directly in front of him.

"Boom ——!"

The moment the big sword fell, the surrounding masonry and walls also trembled, and in the huge smoke and dust, the two elves who hurriedly retreated before they could parry before they were torn open by a sudden gray-blue sword light.

Blood sprayed.

But the enemy continued one after another, angrily and frantically lunging at him, filling the gap left by the dead robe in front of him.

The sword slashed the spear that stabbed at him, and dragged the "Dawn" sword behind him with a sweep, and the three steps in front of the black-haired wizard were empty on the battlefield where pools of blood and scraps of flesh flew everywhere.

Swinging his sword to shoot down the spear flying towards him, the indifferent black-haired wizard had a solemn expression, but his reaction was much faster than just now.

This is a very bad sign.

Loren had experienced this feeling in countless previous battles on the brink of death—as if the body no longer belonged to him, and he could move completely instinctively, performing actions that would have required calm thinking and judgment in an instant.

But after opening the second valve, he finally understood that this was actually a manifestation of the power of the void beginning to erode his reason—after over-depleting his mental power, the spirit hall was no longer able to protect his consciousness.

With Asriel in his presence, Loren doesn't have to worry about ending up like Fanesis or Chakar, but he has always been skeptical about the "credibility" of a certain evil god boy.

"Boom ——!!!!"

Another Turin fire, a crimson fireball that spread outward from the black-haired wizard's feet, instantly blasting all elven warriors within three steps of each other to charcoal.

But this did not reduce their morale in the slightest, and the red-eyed elven warriors almost desperately pounced on the figure wielding a two-handed sword.

Bang——!

The pitch-black figure rushed out of the flames and slammed straight into the first elven warrior in front of him, and the one-man tall "Dawn" sword "pierced" straight through the center of the elf's slightly thin torso!

Stepping on the door of the fallen corpse, Loren, who jumped up with his strength, held the "bright silver" with his backhand, and the gray-blue sword slammed into the opponent's Azorean long knife, and the sword light pierced through the heart.

The black-haired wizard who landed on the ground knelt down on one knee, and without looking, he opened his left hand behind him, and hit him directly with a "Force Impact", knocking the elven warrior who tried to sneak attack into the air.

In the distance, the elven warriors who heard the movement and noticed it were also rushing in this direction, and even if a few elves noticed that something was wrong, they could not stop the movement of the large army, so they could only follow the tide.

Taking a deep breath of the sea breeze mixed with smoke and dust, looking at the battlefield of the city wall that had become a mess, Loren's indifferent face finally had a smile.

That's right, come on, all to the side, you long-eared people, come and kill me, and then die obediently.

As long as you stand here, you will be an excellent target for the entire Ebolden defenders - and in turn, the pressure on the various strongholds and fortresses will be reduced, buying time for the next retreat.

On the narrow city walls, the enemies who can surround them at the same time are extremely limited, as long as they use a few range attacks such as the "Turin Fire", they don't even dare to get too close to themselves, they only keep coming up with a steady stream of energy, and attack them one by one.

In this case......

"Lord Loren!"

Luthen's shouts came from his back, interrupting the black-haired wizard's thoughts.

Turning his head, he saw that the anxious gray-eyed boy was trying to break through the blockade of the elves and approach him.

"Lord Loren, blow the trumpet!" Lusin shouted impatiently as he parried the enemy's attack, "The southern city wall, an army is approaching here!"

On the southern wall, has the enemy completed the encirclement during this time and launched an attack from behind?

It can't be, the main force is all pinned down in the port line, and even a small force can't get close to the tower to the south.

So, it won't be the enemy's army......

So, whose army will it be?

The black-haired wizard subconsciously stood up and looked back in the direction behind him—although it was very vague, it was true that there was a large army that had always been quite large, and it was approaching the south of Ebolden.

Moreover, a banner crossed into the shape of a holy cross, blood-stained sword, was also held high.

Lothair... Banner of the House of Fried!

At the moment when Loren was stunned, the elves who had just surrounded the southern wall of Ebolden looked back in shock, staring in disbelief at the army that suddenly appeared from behind them—dense figures were like a black line, looking down at them from the high ground.

The Lothair knights, armed with armoured horses and spears held high, swooped down from the high ground like steel walls, rolling up billowing smoke and dust;

The fast-running archers rushed to the high ground, pulled dozens of arrows from their backs and stuck them in the dirt in front of their feet, and opened their falcon warbows.

Clad in light chain mail, wielding maces, battle axes, slashing swords, and lumber-cutting knives, the shield-wielding knightly squires followed closely behind the charging knights and pounced directly behind the elven line... The fight is coming.

On the fifteenth day of the Ebolden offensive and defensive battle, reinforcements arrived as scheduled.