The light crossbow was put back, and Luciana breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door for Broshetra. The air was turbid, filled with the smell of blood and sweat. Aeshu choked and sat down on the ground. The auditorium was littered with wounded. Brochette motioned for Luciana to close the door, and he carefully kicked the tomahawk aside, leaning down to examine Estheu's injuries.

"Those people were all left behind during the retreat, I really didn't expect you to be able to save them." Brochette bandaged the piercing wound on Estheu's arm as he quietly shoved a piece of the rhizome of the hemp into his mouth. Of the three directions of defense, the defenders of the West Gate retreated most smoothly, on the one hand, because of Wren's ability to block the attack, and on the other hand, because of the presence of top warriors like Kenrico and Teresa. Gig was the first to arrive at the Royal Academy, but he knew nothing about arranging defensive lines and setting up fortifications; Fortunately, the defenders of the East City Gate, commanded by Captain Dahal, also quickly arrived at the retreat site, and under the arrangement of the knight chief, the open space in front of the auditorium was quickly filled with deer and rejection horses; The defenders of the North Gate were the most disadvantaged and suffered the most losses during the retreat. Although Brochette did not think that the Misty Mountain army would wait for Essho to settle the battle between the Omenwolves from the beginning, he deliberately set up several blocking forces in the way of retreat, but even then they were entangled in the raging gray tide on the way - as overweight archers, the speed of the Poimbru garrison can be imagined, they are the shortest plank in the barrel, determining the speed of the entire army's retreat. And unlike the east and west gates, the north gate of Poynbru did not have a three-tiered ship-shaped inner urn city to reserve a buffer depth, and the blocking troops could not even find a favorable terrain to rely on, so they could only maneuver around the gray tide on the streets, but then they were scattered by several successive waves. The defenders of the North Gate were almost driven all the way to the vicinity of the Royal Academy by the Gray Tide, and in order to maintain the integrity of the formation, Brochette did not even dare to let Ranmarok, who was supposed to go to the Inner Castle, divide his troops. If Captain Dahar hadn't realized something was wrong and sent Gig out to the rescue, it would only be a matter of time before the gray tide engulfed them. However, they still paid a heavy price on the way to cover Ranmaroke's retreat back to the inner fort, more than half of the guardian troops of the North Gate were killed, and the mercenary troops were not left in ten, and Kenriko who participated in the battle was seriously injured - with his skills and equipment, this would not have been the case, but the guy was so desperate that he rushed out to fight with several honorary guards, and the other party was polite to him, and after trying to find out that Kenriko was a hard stubble, he called out many bear claw berserkers. Kenriko was almost smashed into a pulp by several maces that fell together, but fortunately, his chivalrous knights fought desperately forward and brought him back at the cost of the total annihilation. Even so, when he was carried back to the auditorium, Kenriko was already dying, and his armor was shattered. Dams smeared nearly half a pound of ointment on Kenrico's body to save his life. The black-spear knights who resisted outside the Great Hall were the only living force left here. And as time goes on, sooner or later, healers and scholars will also pick up weapons. But Estheu and the new forces that had followed him all the way to this point had postponed that moment. Their injuries are not serious, but their physical exertion is very high, and they can go into battle after a period of rest.

Estheu chewed the hemp grass and swallowed it, his gaze scanning the Great Hall over the old man's shoulder as Brochette examined the rest of his body. He first found Teresa in the shadows of the corner, and the two eyes briefly met and then looked away; Eshyus then found Salamane among the wounded, a Dasha man who had been slashed in the shoulder; Anson then acted as a medical servant, and after treating Salaman's wounds, he followed Damus. Wren borrowed a sword from a wounded man who didn't have a serious gap, and prepared to join the battle outside. Luciana tried to open the door for him but was politely prevented. "Thank you." Wren opened the door and walked out of the auditorium, whispering as he passed Estheau.

Luciana tried to close the door, but Eshy held her wrist at this point. "Have a moment." He said, leaning his head out, inhaling a few large mouthfuls of cold air, then choking violently, spitting black-red clotted blood from his mouth. Eishu took a few more greedy sips, and his spirit improved significantly.

"Okay, okay? The wounded could not afford the cold wind. Luciana said impatiently, trying to shake off Eshy's hand at first, but soon found that her strength was far from his.

Eshu nodded: "Alright—hiss!" He gasped, but it was Brochette who helped him put a few misplaced ribs back into place and applied ointment to some of the wounds that were healing more slowly. After doing all this, the old man nodded with satisfaction and stood up: "How long do you need to rest?" ”

"No, you don't." Esher said, "Is there any dry food?" ”

"Don't think about it, there's not much left." Brochette shook his head, "We retreated too hastily and left behind a lot of baggage. He opened the gate and made a few quick gestures toward the inner fort, while Ranmarok replied with a few gestures on the wall. Brochette retreated back to the auditorium and lowered his voice: "There are not many arrows in reserve on the inner fort, and the attack of the barbarians of the Misty Mountains is too fierce, forcing Ranmarok to also increase the density of the arrow rain, otherwise it will not be able to suppress it at all." We don't have a handful of weapons on hand. Even though the doctors and scholars of the Royal Academy had received formal military training, when it was their turn to play, all that was left was the curly blade of the sword. He glanced at the tomahawk lying not far from the ground, the cold light shining through the blood-soaked blade, sliding sharply. This is not the way to go, and it is impossible for our fighters to scuffle with the enemy with their bare hands. You've brought a lot of people, but you know they're just a drop in the bucket. Not everyone can have a wolf axe, and not everyone can tame this wolf-like weapon. ”

"Alright, I got it." Eshu closed his eyes and opened them after a moment, "Do you still have a hemp grass?" ”

"There are a few pieces left."

"Give it all to me."

"The Dean has already fed you a piece!" Luciana said dissatisfiedly, "The other seriously wounded need hemp grass more than you!" ”

"Give it all to me." Estheu didn't look at Lucianna and repeated, "I also need a set of heavy armor." ”

Brochette glanced him up and down: "Dahar's suit is more suitable for you, but the shin armor and helmet will be looser." He handed over all the rhizomes of the hemp grass in his arms to Eshu, along with a packet of smoked blood-burning licorice, "There is a live buckle on the left and right sides of the breastplate, and the mechanism of the shin and foot is near the crook of the knee. It's up to you to do it yourself. Luna, open the door. He took off his cotton and leather armor and handed it to Essho.

Eshu nodded silently, stood up, grabbed the battle axe, and put the cotton and leather armor on one by one. Brochette stood behind Edhu, helped him tighten his strap, and patted him on the shoulder heavily, "Thank you." ”

"It should be done." Esthew whispered, "We all want to avoid unnecessary sacrifices. ”

He took a piece of hemp grass in his mouth and walked out of the auditorium.