As the first Misty Mountain warrior ascended the ladder to the Outer Urn City, a high-speed spinning hatchet slashed off half of his head, while a small crossbow bolt grazed the remaining half of his head. The hapless man, who had already stepped on the bricks with half a foot, didn't seem to have reacted to what was happening, and remained in a climbing position until his body was crushed against the wall by his companions behind him. Salaman shook his head helplessly, put down his crossbow and rewound it. He had seen Estheu more than once, but he was always shocked by the sudden eruption that seemed to be a landslide. While he was still aiming, Eshu threw the short axe in his hand, and he could hear the powerful sound of the other man's arm breaking through the air from several paces away, making one wonder if it was not an ordinary flesh and blood, but steel blessed by the gods.

Salamane couldn't help but turn his head to look at Essho, who was slowly moving his wrist. The hatchet was Estheu's only weapon, and he was already unarmed after throwing it extravagantly. But even with his bare hands, Ai Xiu exuded a terrifying aura of danger all over his body - perhaps he was a sharp weapon himself, and he was born with the fate of slashing. He swept indifferently among the warriors of the Misty Mountains who had climbed up the walls from between the battlements, like a lion seeking prey, a quick knife picking a head.

"People of the North!" On the northern wall, Chief Giegwu took a deep breath and raised his sword, "In the name of Urvet!" ”

"In the name of Urvet!" The men of Livingston roared, their irises and shields, their weapons held high above their heads, axes and swords lined up.

"Wolfberg! Wolfberg! Wolfberg! The barbarians of the Misty Mountains responded with a roar, thumping their chests hard, their deathly fervor surging in their eyes. They ran along the walls and began to run towards the metal forest! The voices of the two sides tumbled and entangled in the sky above the west gate, and finally condensed into a highly integrated syllable:

Kill!

At this moment, a huge roar overshadowed their roar, like a sudden thunderbolt that exploded at the head of the city, and in that moment, the blood of thousands of people was completely crushed! The roar came from a young mercenary on the southern wall, his single coat glaring between the leathers. He had always maintained a palpitating calm, but now a hideous look completely enveloped his young face, and his facial features were distorted in an extremely vicious manner. He threw his head up, and the roar was deafening, and even several people around him were forced to cover their ears and fall in pain. In the wildest and most primitive way, he announced his presence to both the attackers and the defenders at the same time, and he suddenly shined as a superstar on the battlefield!

As the roar grew louder, the young mercenary stepped out of the array with his bare hands and launched a counter-charge against the surging gray tide on the city wall!

Eshua heard his heart pounding violently in his chest, where it seemed to be an active volcano about to erupt, pumping hot blood like magma to all parts of his body, and every muscle in its path was ignited, and the flames spread outward and gathered inward, until the heat that symbolized destruction rushed all over his body. It was the anger he had suppressed for a long time, and it was enough to burn the city! However, it was not the tangible matter that was scorched, but the extreme restraint of Estheau's reason, only now it had been reduced to complete ashes in the raging heat. There was only one of the most brutal and bloody thoughts left in the boiling sea of consciousness in Estheu:

Death to those who stand in my way!

Aeshu roared and rushed forward, the first to be met by five Misty Mountain warriors who rushed side by side at the front. They only had time to raise their rudimentary weapons at Estheux, and they never made a decent resistance. Eshu raised his hand and grabbed the neck of the man in the middle, and flipped his wrist so hard that the Misty Mountain warrior's cervical vertebrae were immediately torn. Then he lifted the opponent's lifeless body and swept away, smashing the other four off the wall before the four weapons were added from different directions and angles. Amid the screams of the fall, Eshu removed the iron knife from the corpse's hand and stabbed the tip of the knife into the chest of a Misty Mountain warrior who lunged at him. Before pushing them away, he had snatched their weapon, a thick stick, and smashed it into the head of another foe who was trying to rush up and pounce on him, along with the man's skull. Then Eshu added a crudely shaped iron sword in his hand, and he unleashed a few stray arrows, then stabbed the blade into the throat of the person closest to him. He harvests life with suffocating efficiency, every movement like the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe. Any weapon in his hand was just a disposable, he just kept inserting the sharp side of the weapon into the enemy's body, shaking their dying bodies aside with force, and then continued to move forward. Without hesitation, he threw himself into the encirclement of the gray tide, and then shattered the waves that crashed at him with terrifying force!

It's horrible. Kia looked at Esher dumbfounded. Is this the same Eshu who was dying last night and discussed with him the "essence of Pande"? At that time, his eyes were melancholy and misty, and he said the weak and sensual nonsense of "Pande is a cruel world, forcing everyone to hold a sword to hurt others", and he looked like a drunken bard. But now he grasped his sword, and with the swiftness of a bear, he tore apart those who stood in his way. He single-handedly briefly held back the Misty Mountain troops attacking the southern wall, and it wasn't until he rushed all the way to the head of the Outer Urn City that the gray tide began to break through the mercenary lines, but it was already a small and sporadic wave, and it could not pose a significant threat at all. The waves are besieging that stubborn reef! Kia watched as his blood-soaked red coat weaved through patches of gray-white leather armor, and was finally clogged up at the battlement in the center. The barbarians of the Misty Mountains finally realized that they couldn't give the Evil Star a little room to wield their weapons, and they swarmed up, trying to crush him to the ground with the weight of the crowd. But they rushed forward and swooped down on Estheau, but they planted the walls one after another. Instead of snatching the enemy's weapons, Eshu simply uses every inch of his body as a weapon! He breathed heavily, his palms and elbows close to his body, but he was often able to collapse the opponent's chest, and then press the fragments of his ribs into his viscera, and the blood from their mouths was sprayed on Eshu's face along with the fragmented organs. A newly climbed warrior from the Misty Mountains subconsciously wanted to hug Esshy's legs, but Esshu kicked his facial bones and crushed his features into a blur of flesh with another kick.

There was no clean spot on Eshu's face, and even his pupils were drowning in a thick color of blood. His face was no longer as hideous as it had been, and he had returned to a calm state. But it only made him look more sober - expressions didn't change his killing style. Estheu was still meticulously slaughtering. But anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was gradually struggling to cope with the almost endless crowds. He is a person after all, but the army of Misty Mountain under the city is ten thousand people. With all his might, he only made a hundred or so more corpses under the city walls, and his record as a medium-sized encounter was already impressive. But in the face of a super-large-scale battle in tens of thousands, it is not enough!

Not enough! Ai Xiu was also shouting in his heart, he just looked calm, but the fire in his heart became more and more vigorous. His anger seemed to be as never-ending as the enemies on the walls, ready to burst out of some unknown corner at any moment, but his physical strength was not enough to sustain him to continue killing with intensity and efficiency. He can still fight, he just needs a respite, it doesn't take long, two or three seconds is enough. But the enemy's offensive stretched like a real tidal wave!

And when the bear-claw berserkers climbed the walls, the pressure on Esher increased again. He had to consciously dodge the maces that slammed at him with their heads and faces—a weapon that was enough to intimidate the youngsters by its appearance, and the maces used by the lion knights of the Central Plains were toys compared to their counterparts.

"Enough!" Kia stood up, he had sensed Estheu's predicament, "What about the Rangers?" Why is fire support not yet provided? ”

"Because there are so many places to look after." Someone said coldly beside him.