Estheu watched in silence as the dragon's roaring arrow was pressed against his head, the tail of which was held in the man's hand and placed on the bowstring, and with a short displacement, the reset bowstring would instantly send the cone-shaped arrow deep into his skull. Severe pain everywhere throughout the body. Esher could feel the broken bones, the cracked internal organs slowly beginning to repair, but that caused more pain. It was only then that he realized that he had been defeated, and that he had been defeated in an extremely embarrassing manner. It was the result of his own fault—he shouldn't have been distracted by the circumstances around him, even if Boimbrough fell right behind him. The only thing Essho could do was to end the deathmatch as soon as possible - but he was still distracted. Because of this short second of distraction, Esher completely lost the initiative. Faced with the man's tomahawk, he was forced to respond with the bow fighting skills of the Northern Ranger - an excellent counter-attack that locked the opponent under the turbulent cut while still keeping the distance away. However, the man's response was more decisive, although he was afraid of those razor-sharp turbulences, but he had a glimpse of the opportunity to decide the outcome - Eshua in mid-air had no way to borrow his strength. The man effortlessly pulled Eshy back - he paid the price, he endured most of the turbulence when he pressed Eshu to the ground and beat him, but that didn't matter anymore, Eshy's injuries were far worse than the man's when the turbulence stopped.

The longbow did not open as the man expected, and the bowstring and bow arm were taut, stubbornly resisting the force of the man's pull. The man frowned, the muscles of his right arm bulged, and he exerted his strength vigorously, stretching his elbow smoothly to the back of his head—

The bowstring did not move, but the man's index finger, middle finger, and ring finger were cut off in unison, and he stared at the smooth section of his fingers in amazement, the white stubble was exposed to the air, and a large amount of blood overflowed, soaking his palm in an instant.

"This ...... Not a weapon! Not a weapon! Not a weapon! The man roared in shock and rage, "This is Urvet's proof!" You're not his warrior! You are his messenger! His messenger! ”

The dragon roared and the arrow fell off his hand, and Aexiu caught it with his backhand and stabbed through the man's ankle fiercely! Then he tightened his grip on the shaft of the arrow and pulled him off himself. Before the man could regain his balance, Eshu had pounced, and the dragon roared and slammed into the headless and thoughtless manner. The man let out a howl of terror and struck Esher with Urvet's evidence over his face. Eishu choked on the man's face with a mouthful of blood, raised a dragon roar and stabbed the man's elbow, finally pushing the man down in the snow. He pulled out the dragon roaring arrow, inserted it again, pulled it out again, inserted it again! Estheus kept digging out springs of blood in men, but with each new one, the old ones healed. Rao's man's injuries were further aggravated, and he was not dead for a while, his missing right hand was scratching beside him to fumble for the tomahawk. He finally touched the tomahawk, but the remaining thumb and little finger could no longer hold the handle of the axe. Eshu's eyes were quick, and he snatched it and laid it across the man's chest. The handle of the axe burned violently in his palm, but Eshu was already numb to the pain, and was only bent on inserting the blade into the man's chest. The man grasped Urvet's evidence and stood on the blade of the axe, resisting with difficulty. With a "click", the longbow broke into two pieces of wood, and the tomahawk was also shaken off by the inexplicable force. Eshu didn't pay any attention to it, and the moment the axe handle separated from his palm, his five fingers were retracted into fists and fell, sinking heavily into the man's chest, smashing a stream of bloody arrows high out of the opponent's mouth. At the same time, Estheu's consciousness expanded again, and he became a giant overlooking the North, riding another giant under him and beating him. Each drop of his fist sends a shake through the snowfield. The dark clouds above Boimbulu swelled in horror and uneasiness, and a shrill roar rang from the top of the main peak of the Misty Mountains.

Shut up!

Eshua punched the bridge of the man's nose, and the man's face collapsed, and his facial features turned into a blur of flesh and blood.

Shut up!

Essho punched the man in three ribs. Fight faster and harder! The thick liquid flowed through Eshu's seven orifices, but he was just single-mindedly beating the man. The blood-smelling strength was squeezed out of Eshu's broken body and poured into the fluctuating fists like a torrential rain. Snowfield shuddered before his fists, and the Misty Mountains fell dead silent.

A sense of detachment pushed Eshu away, and he collapsed wearily beside the man, the illusion subdued, and the redundant details flooded into his mind. The grey tide was everywhere in Poimbru, and there was fierce fighting everywhere, and it was clear that Brochette's retreat plan was not well executed. There was somewhere else that needed him. But first—

Essho turned his head sideways to look at the man, who was still breathing after his crazy beating. Eshu reached out and tried to choke the man's throat, but his fingers just rested softly on the man's chin.

You can't kill me like this, you have to get an axe. The man "looked" at Essho, and there were only two festering holes left in the original eye socket, but Eshu could still feel the other person's gaze. He hesitated, then turned his gaze to find the tomahawk that had flown somewhere.

It's not like your longbow, it's not proof, it's just a weapon. It doesn't turn down – as long as you can tame it.

Essiu knew that the man was telling the truth, for the man's words were exactly what Brochette had told him the previous night, and he moved his limbs and crawled with difficulty towards the falling tomahawk. Halfway through the crawl, Eshu heard a muffled howl from behind the man, but it was incoherent, mixed with a strange "grunt" sound—it was a bubble of blood gushing from deep in the man's throat. Estheu didn't look back—he didn't have the strength to do the extra maneuvers. He finally took the tomahawk in his hand, the handle of which had previously been piping hot, but now it was just cold and tamely fitting into Essho's palm. Eschu, with his tomahawk, slowly stood up and limped to the man's side.

"It turns out that there is more than Urvet behind you...... This fateful arbitration is that I lost. But my people have not lost yet. "It's your trophy again, take it and see if you can save the city." He closed his eyes.

Estheu swung his tomahawk and beheaded the man. The North Urn City was empty, and the last Misty Mountain warrior had already entered Poynbru. Eschu struggled up to the city wall with a tomahawk. Holding on to the battlements, he slowly walked towards the West City, where the battle was closest to him. Estheus had to stop and catch his breath every few steps, but then the interval between rests gradually increased, and soon Eshu was walking on the ramparts, even though his body was covered in twisted scars.

Wren was still struggling with Simon. Ranmarok left him with one hundred and twenty warriors, including most of the elite of the Angels of Death, who volunteered to stay behind to snipe the Misty Mountain army. Under Wren's command, they successfully nailed the influx of Misty Mountain troops to the entrances of the city walls on both sides for a full twenty minutes, gaining a very ample time for the retreat of the defending troops and logistics personnel. Twenty minutes later, the strength of the one hundred and twenty people had bottomed out. They were well-armed, but that didn't prevent them from being dragged into the depths of the Grey Tide and torn to pieces by the indiscriminate slashing of their swords. Fortunately, the purpose of the blockade had been accomplished, and under the command of Wren, these people fought and retreated, and almost succeeded in breaking through the encirclement - for a while, the morale of the gray tide was low for a moment, and even the warriors of the Misty Mountains fled in terror, but after a while, they suddenly let out a wolf-like howl, and the attack began to be as fierce and bloodthirsty as a wolf. The pressure on the troops multiplied in an instant, and they were forced to a dead end in the inner urn city. Someone kept falling beside Wren, and he stabbed his sword into the lower abdomen of a Misty Mountain warrior, kicked it away, and reflexively pulled his spear from a dead black spear knight, piercing the head of another Misty Mountain warrior. The formation is getting smaller and smaller, the men are parched, but the gray tide is endless.

A bear-claw berserker lunged up to Wren and raised his mace at him, but before he could smash his head, his head sliced off in half by a spinning tomahawk, which slashed into the hard frozen ground. Those Misty Mountain warriors who were not afraid of death actually cringed for a moment in front of this battle axe. A man jumped down from the wall, landed in front of Wren, pulled his tomahawk from the ground and rushed out, cutting a bloody passage through the gray tide, leaving broken limbs everywhere he went. When the visitor turned back to Wren, his body was covered in the thick blood of others, like a god and a demon. Wren was on his knees with his sword, staring blankly at the visitor.

"Follow me." Someone said.

It's Estheu.