Gig stiffened in place, the black keys across his neck, the cold blade pressed against his skin. No one could tell exactly how the Hellnun had come to Gig's side, and the only thing in the snow was her ghostly figure. Gig was able to take aim at Essho, and the black key came to him with a swift gust of wind. Although Gig was sure that Teresa would not have actually slit his throat, he did not impulsively continue the throwing motion, not to mention that after only a few seconds of delay, Esher was already out of his range - good fellow, this boy is like a wild horse with its bridle removed! Gig simply lowered his spear with a push. The surrounding Black Spear Knights reacted and surrounded the two of them, but Gig raised a hand and forcefully stopped them from making any further moves. "I want you to know what you're doing." He squinted at the metal mask that could not show an expression, and said coldly, "Are you going to follow him, or are you going to go back to your combat post?" ”

"I don't care about you." The black keys left his throat, and the blade flipped over Teresa's palm, fitting against his wrist. She turned back to the front line to continue the fight, but Gig still had a sharp chill on his neck, pressing heavily on the artery, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch it, and stubbornly suppressed the thought of doing so.

"The dean has an order!" The herald ran up the wall panting, "The defenders of the West City retreated in thirteen minutes according to the contingency plan. The Guardians and the Rangers retreat to the Inner Fort to defend themselves, and the Black Spear Knights and other mercenary units retreat to the Academy Auditorium. ”

"Retreat?" Gig was in a bad mood, and this inexplicable order directly ignited his anger, he rushed over and grabbed the herald by the collar, "Now that the situation is good, why did you order a retreat?" ”

"This ...... This was an order from the dean himself...... I don't know any better than you do......" said the herald tremblingly, "and he has gone to the North Gate himself. ”

"North Gate?" Gig was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously looked in the direction where Eshu had left, realizing that his purpose was most likely the North City Gate as well. Although Gig had never failed a class in military theory at Brochette, he had heard the dean emphasize the dangers of misfortune more than once. He didn't believe the Dean would give the order to retreat for no reason, unless the matter was really urgent to a certain extent - and it would certainly be far beyond Giger's imagination. He calmed down, let go of the herald, and looked around. "Where's that kid Wren?"

"He's in Baranduk's position." A black spearman told him.

"Go and call him down." Gig said impatiently.

Wren soon returned, and he wiped the blood from his face: "What's the situation?" ”

"We're going to retreat according to the contingency plan later."

"And the contingency plan?" Wren was surprised and asked, "Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" ”

"I didn't think I needed it, so I didn't plan to tell you." Gig coughed awkwardly, "We only have twelve minutes left, help me plan a formation." ”

"The formation is easy to plan," Wren frowned, "but we're still engaged with the Misty Mountain army. Once withdrawn, the army of Misty Mountain will definitely press up. We must leave behind the army hall and continue to guard the entrances on both sides of the outer urn city to the main city wall, this advantageous terrain must not be abandoned, otherwise we will not be able to get rid of the gray tide of the embankment! - And why are there two places to retreat? Can't we concentrate our forces in one place? ”

"Adjutant! There is no time to solve new problems now! Gig accentuated, "Formation! ”

"Just use the most basic phalanx, the Guardian and the Black Spear Knight will protect the rangers in the center, give priority to covering them to retreat to the inner fort, and then the others will move to the Royal Academy."

"Just do as you say!" Gig said, "I'll tell you the route of the retreat, and I'll be tasked with the Majesty!" ”

"You're the commander, and you're more responsible for leading the way!" Wren categorically vetoed, "Let me come to the queen of the palace!" ”

"I'm not talking to you, adjutant!" Gig was full of emotion.

"Same!" Wren roared unflinching, "I'm not familiar with the terrain of Poimbro, only you can bring the troops to the retreat location at the first time!" Are you going to expect someone who just knows the emergency plan to carry it out smoothly? ”

The two looked at each other angrily, like bulls banging their heads together, and a blazing white mist gushed out from between their mouths and noses. The last to back down was Giger, who avoided Wren's fierce gaze: "Okay, how many people do you want?" ”

"I want one hundred and twenty warriors like me, ready to die for Livingston." Wren said.

……

Ai Xiu was running wildly along the city wall, and suddenly a person rushed out of the watchtower next to him, and the two collided violently, Ai Xiu's body was crooked, and the man staggered back a few steps. The reaction of both sides was surprisingly unanimous, and as soon as they regained their balance, they drew their weapons and pointed at each other. But the man was the first to lay down his weapon: "Baranduk? Where are you going? ”

"Who are you?" Eschu asked rhetorically, and as soon as the words fell, he realized that he had already recognized the identity of the other party from the voice, it was actually Brochette, and his facial features became unfamiliar after not being covered by the iconic long beard.

"I'm Brochette, don't you recognize me when I cut my beard?" The man said impatiently, "Did you hear that voice too?" Then don't waste your time. After saying this, he stopped looking at Eshu, turned around and continued to run. Essiu immediately followed, he was surprised by the strength of Brochette's body, the collision between the two just now was real, Eshu could clearly feel the vibration of the old man's thick and hard skeleton at the impact, he was like Eschu to bear the huge impact head-on, but there was no major problem. "That guy didn't stop you when you came over?" He can even speak with ease while running.

"He didn't have time." Eshyu shook his head.

As they approached the north gate, a thunderous roar was heard again, and a moment later again. The two of them accelerated their pace and finally arrived at the North City Gate. The east and west entrances connecting the main city wall and the outer urn city are still struggling to resist the impact of the gray tide, but the garrison has not known when it is dumbfounded, and there are three hundred statues of bows standing on the main city wall, but if you look closely, you can see that the fingers of the "statue" are trembling slightly. The commander of the garrison, Ranmaroke, was the only one who could still move, but his condition was even worse than the others: he had been mechanically pulling the empty bowstring repeatedly, and he was muttering words in his mouth. The gates of the Outer Urn City were open, and a large number of Misty Mountain warriors poured in as they stepped on the gate that had been split in half. Essho knew what was going on just by looking at it, and immediately took off the longbow and held it in his hand.

Where will it be?

A third loud bang rang from under his feet, and Eshu seemed to feel the walls shaking, the creepy sound of wood and steel twisting and cracking, and heavy objects falling on the hard, frozen earth.

Essho knew where the other party was. He rushed to the battlement and poked his head out to look down, where the man with the great axe stood silently in front of the hollow gate, his head held high, waiting to meet him.