Zax fought and retreated towards the gate of the wooden fort. The crumbling wooden walls have completely fallen.

Enemy attacks are coming from all directions. The defeat of the Battle of Niermont was almost foregone.

After defeating the last lizardman spearman who dared to pursue, he threw away two swords that had broken in his hands.

He finally turned and ran. In addition to the Kakhander guards and the Sharps waving at him, he also saw the red-haired oak fist diagonally to the right, and he was already an unfallen corpse. The glazed-eyed red-haired oak fist's body was pierced by dozens of spears, blood dripping down the black iron spear, and around his body was a circle of monster corpses.

The last bloodline of the old tree root family of Sharp Collar has come to an end here. But Zax didn't have time to grieve about it. It's not even time to imagine what Essex Roots had done for Sharpling. Behind him, goblins and lizardmen, recovering from fear, began to gallop towards Zacks in order to complete his hunting mission.

If it weren't for the accurate bow and arrow support of the Kakhand's axe guards, Zax would have had little chance of getting out.

"Quick! Baron! Faster! The Karkhand axeguard dragged Zax into the gate, and the moment he turned to retreat, the projected black iron spear pierced through the Kakand Axeman's vest like a doom, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

"Close the gates of the wooden castle!" Zax yelled, taking advantage of the situation, dragging the Kakand axe guard into the wooden fort. The survivors who had already stood by the gate of the wooden castle pushed the gate of the wooden castle shut together and quickly inserted the latch of the wooden gate.

When Zax looked at the Kakhand's axe guard who had reached out again, he was powerless. The convulsive Arkand Axe Guard kept spitting blood, and after a while he died.

A strange cry from outside the gates of the wooden castle echoed inside the wooden castle of Nilmont. It was the unbridled roar of monsters.

The gate was hit again and again. The latch of the wooden door that sealed the gate of the wooden fort gradually cracked in the impact.

"Block the gate and don't let the monsters rush in!" Zax commanded the Arkand Axe Guards, the Sharp, and the Niermont Lords to defend the gates of the Wooden Fort with their bodies.

"It's almost unstoppable! The Baron's "The defenders of the wooden castle all did their best to withstand the violently trembling wooden door, and again and again they were knocked open by the force of the impact outside the door, and then immediately pounced.

The guards inside the door and the monsters outside the door are constantly competing for power. Although the wooden door had many large and small holes under the stabbing spears of the monsters, the wooden door remained unmoved, like a solid barrier from the bloodthirsty goblins and lizardmen outside the door.

Zax felt the ground tremble under his feet.

The tempo of the impact outside the door slowed down at the same time. In the end, it came to a standstill.

The guards inside the gate were finally able to hold on to the gate of the wooden fort and breathe a sigh of relief.

Some of the guards stood up on their backs, as if they wanted to see through the smashed hole in the wooden door to see what was going on outside the wooden fort.

"That's," they cried out with fear as their eyes knocked on the outside of the wooden fort, and they immediately let go of their hands attached to the wooden door, and stepped back tremblingly.

The slight jolt of the ground sent the weak-legged defenders to their feet.

"There's a head outside the door - a cave troll!" The defender who sat on the ground raised his hand and pointed to the closed wooden door in a trembling manner, struggling to get up, and the air inside the wooden fort condensed in an instant.

"Get out of the wooden door!" Zax yelled at a few of the people who were still gasping for breath with their backs against the wooden door.

"Bang!" The gate of the wooden castle suddenly burst after this loud bang, and the wooden door shattered along with the top of the frame, and several armed leaders standing in front of the wooden gate were also violently knocked away. Outside the open wooden castle, behind the dust kicked up, a tall cave troll roared into the wooden castle.

Beneath the loose hair of the troll carrying the giant drum was a face with distorted features, only two black holes were left in the collapsed nose, the earth-colored rough skin was splashed with all kinds of stains, the green tendons of the two giant arms as strong as the trunks of the big trees were bulging, and the huge hands each twisted a large bone mallet as thick as the beam of the wooden castle, and every step the troll with pitch-black toenails in the wooden castle made the defenders here tremble in the center of the soles of their feet.

Even if Zax is a good sword player, he naturally has no bottom in the face of such a huge monster. He quickly and the surviving Arkand Axe guards beside him went straight to the second floor of the wooden castle.

"Wow!" The cave troll buried his head and leaned down to look at the guards beneath him, perhaps in his eyes, the terrified Trians were nothing more than poor reptiles about to be slaughtered by him.

The guards who sat on the ground were blindfolded.

Suddenly, it raised its arms and swung its palms at the guards of the wooden castle who were looking at him, and those who were hit by the mallets cracked their bones and flew softly.

The goblins and lizardmen gathered outside the gate of the wooden castle took advantage of the troll's collision and poured into the wooden castle through the open wooden castle gate. The troll recklessly threw away a large bone mallet in his hand and stretched out his wicked giant palm towards the Trians guarding the wooden fort. The squabbles of the tongue clearly proved that the trolls had a great appetite at this time.

Everyone who guards the wooden fort knows in their hearts that hand-to-hand combat is a matter of life and death. In addition, you will need to dodge the trolls' wielding large bone mallets and powerful giant palms.

The Kalkander axe guards in the wooden fort, the Sharp, and the Niermont lords all guarded the square inch of land that was still under their feet.

Behind the pillars of the wooden fort, in the corridors, above the stairs, and each of the wooden fort compartments became the final battlefield for each of them.

In hand-to-hand combat, each defender used the last of their strength.

An armed leader clumsily wields a single knife in an attempt to slash at the goblins he faces. But the agile goblin slashed his neck with a jet-black tooth blade the moment he raised his hand and raised his sword, and the blood of the pillar was thrown on the wooden wall beside him, forming mottled bloodstains.

Behind the dead armed leader, a Sharp man wearing a goblin helmet with a goblin shield in his hand deceived the lizardman passing by him in the chaos, and the lizardman who was about to pass by was defenseless, swinging his sword and cutting it down, but he didn't notice the giant palm stretched out towards him, he was grabbed by the troll who looked down on the bow, and the closed troll fingers immediately wrapped the Sharp man firmly, the huge force immediately shattered his muscles and bones, and at the same time, the open mouth was lined with sharp teeth and fangs, I saw the troll turn his head sharply, and the Sharp people were left with only the broken lower half of their bodies.

The surviving Kakand axe guards are worthy of the trained elite Kakhander warriors, they still know how to occupy the position and use the weapons in the battlefield, they decisively gave up the habitual Kakand giant axe, picked up the goblin pitch black tooth blade that can be seen everywhere, and the flexible knife skills took advantage of the condescending geographical advantage to hold in the corridor, and slashed a number of brave monsters who dared to break into the corridor, but after all, the monsters were numerous, and their movements were agile, and they lost their strength The Kakand axe guards finally died one by one.

The shouts of the Trians died down, and now the Castle of Nilda Gangwood was filled with the roars of trolls and the babbling of goblins and lizardmen.

In the lord's room on the second floor of the wooden castle, Zax, who was alone, inserted all kinds of long swords that could be turned out of the cargo box on the ground of the lord's room, like a circle of circular sword formations surrounding Zax.

The sound of pounding on the door outside the door of the lord's room became more and more urgent, and Zax held the large Arcana cross carved from the red crown wood of El Helino hanging on his chest, kissed it lightly and tore it off and put it in his arms, and only said slowly: "I hope that Count Hengerson's reinforcements can arrive." Even if it's too late, at least you can kill these monsters by surprise. Dear brother Bill, please bless me, the last guardian of Nilmont, in the temple of Arcana. ”

"Bang!" The latch of the Lord's Chamber of the Wooden Castle is cracked.

Zax lifted two brand-new swords from front of him, the Limston royal sword, his favorite.

"Click!" The door to the lord's chamber was suddenly slammed open, and the solid latch was reduced to two useless pieces of scrap wood.

An enraged Zax raised his head, his murderous eyes making the goblins and lizardmen who rushed into the lord's room tremble.

After a brief moment of staring at each other, dozens of goblins and lizardmen who poured into the lord's chamber screamed and shouted and unscrupulously surrounded Zax Sharp.

With a flash of sword light, Zax Sharp, known as the six-foot wolf of the jungle, slashed at the monsters besieging him with agility.

Goblins and Lizardmen broke their shields and died under the sword of Zax's Lynston royal family. A circle of monster corpses lay around the sword array.

Monsters poured into the lord's chamber in a tidal wave to slay the last defenders of the wooden castle by stepping on the corpses of their companions.

Zax was hit in the leg by the lizardmen's black iron spear, and he fell to one knee in the center of the sword formation. Zax gritted his teeth, struggled to his feet, and used the royal forge sword to block the goblins who wanted to put him to death in quick succession.

With a crisp sword roar, the blade of Zax's royal forged sword suddenly collapsed.

Dozens of black iron spears stabbed at him from all directions.

"Bill! I'm coming! Zax's roar of all his might rang out from the lord's room, and the roar pierced through the wooden castle and echoed beneath the White Mountains for a long time.

The Moore woods to the west were finally quiet, and the corpse of a highly decomposed war horse lay beside the road.