Of course, there are not many such regular soldiers among the Norvids, the number will definitely not exceed 20,000, and the number of this Nobarev Fort will definitely not exceed 1,000, and the rest are mostly ordinary Norwids.

No one on the ladder had been able to climb the walls, and the real brutality was on the planks of the shield cart.

The Iron Forest Legion set up a neat formation, and the malaria demon attacked the city wall.

If it was the army of the Kingdom of Astra, they and the Norwids could barely maintain a one-to-one battle loss, but if they were replaced by the Iron Forest Legion, their casualties would be nearly two-to-one.

Not to mention that the siege battle is now underway, and the casualty ratio of both sides is at least about four to one.

The current Tielin Legion soldiers have lost more than 2,000 men, that is, they have just lost about 500 of the Norweed defenders on the city wall.

The Casualty Ratio of the Blackstone Army was greater, their discipline was far inferior to that of the Iron Forest Legion, and their equipment configuration was not as reasonable as that of the Iron Forest Legion, so their casualty ratio was five to one.

Now they had lost a thousand Norvids, and the losses had reached a staggering 2,500.

As for the place where the Kingdom of Astra was responsible for the attack, the situation was much better, relying on excellent armor, excellent weapons, and the physical strength and combat experience gained from long-term training, they actually fought back and forth with the Norwids, and the casualties reached a one-to-one level.

But even then, they only fought out nearly a thousand Norweeds, and their own casualties amounted to more than a thousand.

At this moment, the infantry of the Astra Kingdom on the longboard of the shield cart suddenly decreased, and in their place were the Holy Grail Guardians of the Astra Kingdom, dressed in heavy armor and holding heavy swords and shields in their hands.

As the most elite army of the Astra royal family, they numbered only about 4,000 men, and the armor they used was even as good as the infantry of Denlenburg.

You must know that the armor of the Denglenburg infantry is the only one in the continent, and their training level is completely according to the standards of the most elite soldiers.

Their combat abilities are even stronger than some of the Astra Kingdom Knights on foot, except that they have a different emphasis, one can fight on horseback, while the other can only fight on foot.

Behind their bodies covered in iron armor, a pair of cold, cruelty-looking eyes were exposed.

Armed with long swords, they formed a relatively tight formation, shielded themselves with shields, and slowly marched forward towards the city wall.

The commander below the castle finally couldn't stand the casualties, so he wanted to send the Grail Guardians into battle to quickly open the situation.

Sure enough, the Guardians of the Holy Grail will not be in vain tomorrow, and they will immediately change the situation as soon as they take the field.

Although the Norwids also saw the difference between them and the soldiers before them, they did not expect their combat effectiveness to be so strong.

The giant swords in their hands are like meat grinders, slashing the enemies in front of them one by one with devastating power.

Even the regular Norweed army could not stop them, and they were not afraid to meet the attack with their bodies and shields.

Even if the opponent is using a powerful battle axe, as long as it does not hit their more vital parts, it will not be fatal.

However, these regular armies of the Norwids were not, and their simple chain mail could not defend against the greatsword blows of the Guardian of the Holy Grail in any way, so the casualty ratio of the two sides was unexpectedly increased.

Basically, killing a Grail Keeper would cost two or three Norweed regulars their lives.

The battle was brutal, and none of the Norweids killed by the Grail Guardians were intact, and each one was severed or even split in half.

Not to mention the Norwids who were mixed in with the Norweed regular army, clad in leather and armed with axes, unable to inflict even lethal damage on the well-armed Grail Guardians.

Coupled with the fact that their combat skills are not comparable to those of the Norweed regular army, they are even more unbearable against the Guardians of the Holy Grail.

A Norwid regular slashed his battle axe at the Grail Keeper in front of him, who was fighting the others and had no defense behind him.

To his delight, the Grail Guardian was unexpectedly struck by his battle axe.

But in an instant, his face changed, because the touch from the top of the tomahawk let him know that his attack did not fatally injure the opponent.

Indeed, the Holy Grail Guardian had just plunged the giant sword in his hand into the enemy's chest, and the next second he felt a huge impact from behind, which was the striking force of the enemy's battle axe.

His body staggered, and he almost fell to the ground, and then there was a suffocation in his chest, and a feeling of breathlessness rushed over his brain.

He felt that his nostrils were a little wet, and he inhaled suddenly, and a fishy smell was very obvious, and he knew that it was the smell of blood.

There was also a hint of sweetness in his throat, and the feeling of vomiting coming from his chest and abdomen let him know that he had received a severe blunt blow.

However, as a battle-hardened Grail Guardian, he knew that he could not just relax on the battlefield, because the enemy who attacked him had not yet been killed, and the danger was behind him.

If it weren't for the protection of the fine armor, I'm afraid he would be a mutilated corpse by now.

With all his strength, he turned back sharply, even throwing his shield down, holding his greatsword in both hands, turning it into a circle and slashing at the enemy behind him.

The Norweed regular army did not expect the enemy to react so quickly, and did not resist at all, and was directly buried under this fatal sword.

Blood splattered, and the power of the giant sword was so powerful that the Norweed regular army was cut in half.

Just after he had killed his enemy, an even greater vomiting sensation came from his chest and abdomen, and inevitably, a stream of blood erupted from his mouth, and it continued to gush out.

The blood in the nostrils also flowed out uncontrollably, even through the chain mail around his neck, directly out of his bottled helmet, dripping on the armor.

A feeling of powerlessness spread throughout his body, and he felt that he was struggling to even stand, and the armor that had been close to him in the past had become a burden at this time, and it had become an obstacle for him to stand.

He leaned on the hilt of the sword with both hands, and bowed his head to breathe.

The blood in the helmet flowed out of the crack like this, dripping to the ground, and there was unstoppable blood in his mouth and nose, and what made him even more flustered was that he felt a blood red in front of him.

A wet sensation came, and he knew that his eyes were starting to bleed.

"Could it be that this is the legendary Seven Orifices of Blood?"

This was his last period of consciousness.