A sturdy man appeared on top of the city walls.

He was half a head shorter than the barbarian next to him, but taller than a normal human, about two meters, his body developed horizontally, his thick neck and shoulders formed a triangle, and the muscles of his whole body were distinct, and the leather armor he wore on his body was almost bursting, and his bronzed skin reflected a strange metallic luster.

This somewhat exaggeratedly strong savage has a young face.

He looked about thirty years old, with a high nose, a broad forehead, two thin and long eyes, and no eyebrows, which made the overall facial features look a little weird, but not very ugly, which can be described as a strange appearance.

Many savages are like this, with a mix of human and savage traits, and the result is nondescript, mostly with some deformities.

The appearance of the wild man in front of him is within the normal range, which is relatively good.

Wren noticed that the wildling's pupils were black, but at the edge of the pupils there were two extremely subtle circles of light, one red and the other golden, almost overlapping.

If it weren't for his super vision, it would have been difficult to spot this vision.

The eyes are the windows to the soul and the manifestation of the soul.

Wren's gaze penetrated in, and he immediately saw that there were three souls in the wild man's brain! And these three souls were very powerful, surpassing ordinary legends!

Each soul has a peculiar form, neither human, nor savage, nor savage.

He couldn't be more familiar with this kind of soul.

It's the soul of the dragon!

Wren couldn't help but be taken aback, the dragon changed into humanoid creatures, mostly elves and humans, and occasionally became dwarves, because both races have a place in Ehrenus, and they also conform to the aesthetics of dragons, and it is really rare to transform into lowly savages.

What surprised Wren the most was that the wildlings had three souls at once.

"Could it be a three-headed dragon combined?"

He carefully observed the wild man, the body did not seem to be merged, and then looked at the three souls, entangled and surrounded by each other, with a deep connection.

Each soul is not independent, but more like three forms of one soul.

"Split personality?"

Wren wasn't so sure.

The Wildling's demeanor was steady, he stood on top of the city wall and looked down at Tyrion, his eyes full of mockery, not like a mentally troubled dragon.

He hugged left and right, holding the two female savages in both hands.

The appearance of female savages is just the opposite of that of male savages, generally with a good face, and they are tall and hot, and have good strength.

When the barbarians and trolls saw him, they all hurriedly saluted and respectfully shouted, "Commander." ”

Wren was keenly aware of the fear in the eyes of the barbarians and trolls, and it was clear that the dragon that had transformed into a savage was extremely strict with his mercenaries.

"Borch, hum ......"

Tyrion was originally quite calm, but when he saw Borch, the enemy was very red when he saw him, and he scolded angrily: "When I finish talking to Baron Barkley, I will settle accounts with you." ”

"Hahaha...... It's up to you?"

Borch laughed maniacally, the arrogance on his face almost overflowing.

His gaze swept over the Ultramarines, and finally landed on Wren, stared at it for a few seconds, shook his head, and said, "It turns out that he has taken refuge in the new master." Tyrion, you're getting more and more out of luck. Do you really think that you can do right with me by just finding someone extraordinary?"

Then, Borch tapped Wren with his finger and said disdainfully: "Young man, I don't care where you come from, if you want to meddle in my affairs, then you are not far from death." ”

As he spoke, his eyes drifted to the armor of the Ultramarines, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Interesting. ”

Far from being intimidated by the threat, Wren found it amused.

Borch is very arrogant on the surface, and he doesn't take himself seriously at all, but the color of his soul reveals his true emotions, he is very calm and cautious, and his other hand is behind his back.

Heard through the sound of all things, he gave instructions to the mercenaries who were lying in ambush under the city walls.

A chaotic sound of footsteps rushed behind the castle gates.

It seems to be reckless, but it is actually stable.

However, no matter how stable it is, it will not play much role in the face of the huge difference in strength.

Wren nodded at Sicarius and the other eight Ultramarines with Rambo's guns, motioned for them to prepare to fire, and said lightly: "I'll give you ten seconds to ask Baron Buckley to hand over the eight hundred gold shields that the Blood Oath Mercenary Regiment deserves, if not, then I'll take it myself." ”

At the same time, Sicarius and others had already removed the black cloth.

Nine dark machine guns came out with a few clicks, and the Ultramarines pulled the bolts to load them and aimed their muzzles at the walls.

Borch's face froze, and when he saw Rambo's gun clearly, his eyes were a little puzzled.

Although he had never seen a machine gun and could not guess its power, the dragon's keen senses made him sense that danger was approaching, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"The Blood Oath Mercenary Group can't even catch a thief, and they still have the face to ask for commissions?"

Borch quietly retreated, and said loudly: "Since I took over the castle, there have been no thefts, and no one has been killed......

Wren could see that the dragon was just stalling for time.

He guessed that the thieves who did not know the origin were actually Bolch's traps, in order to enter the castle in an open and honest manner, and plot the fortune of Baron Barkley.

Baron Barkley never showed up, perhaps he had been killed.

Ten seconds just arrived.

Wren immediately ordered: "Open fire." ”

Almost at the same time, Borch shouted, "Kill them!"

The three troll shamans on the city walls cast spells with their staffs, one unleashing attack spells, and two blessed the barbarians next to them with bloodthirsty spells, sending them into a berserk state.

However, before the spell could be completed, a dense burst of gunfire rang out.

Dada......

The high-speed bullets that were invisible to the naked eye shot at the top of the city walls, a distance of a hundred meters was equivalent to a close touch for a machine gun, and in an instant, the three shamans were torn to shreds, and the protective spells on their bodies did not even have time to take effect.

After the Great Battle of the Floating City of Wezeland, the Ultramarines have become very proficient in the use of machine gun firepower.

Each machine gun is responsible for an area that covers the entire length of the wall.

The muzzle of the gun swept left and right, tongues of fire gushed out, and the barbarians from the Dorak tribe burst into blood one by one, and no matter how strong their muscles were, they could not withstand the power of the bullets;

In just a few seconds, the walls of the city were swept away by barbarians and trolls.

Borch's position was heavily cared for by the machine guns.

The two female savages beside him were beaten into a sieve on the spot, blood splattered all over their bodies, and they were shot several times, and the bullets were bounced off, leaving white marks on their skin.

The dragon froze.

It wasn't until more bolts were aimed at him, and the constant bullets made him retreat again and again, that he woke up, roared in shock and rage, and rolled over and hid under the city wall.

Lost target, gunfire stopped.

The castle was quiet.

Tyrion and the other seventeen new Ultramarines were dumbfounded. They had heard of the prestige of the Ultramarine, and they knew that Rambo's spear was very powerful, but they never imagined that it would be so terrifying.

The Manfarab mercenary group, which once suppressed itself, was wiped out in the blink of an eye.

"Gilleman is on top!"

Several extreme warriors couldn't believe their eyes, and couldn't help but call out the name of the god, trembling with excitement at the thought that they could also have Rambo's gun in the future.

Only a few human knights were still alive on the city wall, but all of them were so frightened that their legs went limp, and they fell to the ground, not even daring to pop their heads out.

"Blasting open the gates and killing in. Wren said calmly.

He himself began to cast a spell, took out the Song of the Blue Sky and held it in his hand, and the electric explosion orb of the five rings formed three seconds later and threw it towards the gate of the castle.

Da Da Da ...... Bang......

The wooden gate was first shot through countless holes by machine guns, and the barbarians and trolls who were lying in ambush behind the door wanted to kill them, but they were immediately hit head-on and let out a scream.

The electric explosion ball smashed on the door, the electric snake danced wildly, and the broken gate was suddenly blown to pieces.

Tyrion led the Ultramarines to rush in.

Wren summoned an arbitrary door, stepped through it, and appeared on top of the city wall, and saw corpses lying all over the ground behind the castle door, either shot by bullets or scorched by lightning.

More than twenty barbarians and trolls from a distance away are alive.

They were all frightened and ready to flee in all directions, but when they saw Wren coming out of any door, they immediately roared with red eyes.

"Kill him!"

Barbarians and trolls rushed up wildly with wolf teeth and sharp axes.

Wren instantly replaced the Song of the Blue Sky with an arcane torrent staff, and his soul power surged, and a thick rainbow ray burst out.

Hiss!

A shrill whistling sounded, and the rays pierced through the barbarians who rushed at the front, and half of their bodies disappeared.

The rainbow-like ray lasted for three seconds, like an incomparably sharp, thirty-meter-long sword, and swept through with Wren's hand, slashing several enemies in front of him.

The remaining barbarians and trolls were immediately frightened and turned back.

At this time, the Ultramarines also rushed through the gate, and the two sides scuffled in the open space in the castle.

Wren didn't intervene, with the strength of an Ultramarine, plus enchanted armor, killing these barbarians and trolls was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables.

He's going to have to deal with Borch.

When the dragon tumbled down the wall, it vanished.

Wren looked around, the dual role of the will of truth and the key to the door, no one could be invisible in front of him, and immediately found the target.

Borch was under the corner, quickly moving away from the arena.

This giant dragon is extremely strong, no less than a legendary mid-tier transcendent, but he is very cautious, and when he sees that the situation is not good, he will take the opportunity to retreat.

"Want to escape?"

The corners of Wren's mouth moved, and he raised his hand to throw a thunderous spell.