It was the first time Gig had seen such a strong mercenary, and unlike the ragtag army that had been hanging out in the tavern for many years, many of Eshy's actions revealed that he had undergone extremely rigorous military training, and at the same time, he also had a lot of actual combat experience - only a veteran soldier would have the awareness to avoid the rain of arrows in advance when he returned fire. And his posture when he threw the spear was majestic and fierce, like the titan giant who held the thunder in his hand in ancient mythology, and an ordinary standard black iron spear showed amazing power in his hand, and still retained the residual power of killing after penetrating the large shield, and forcibly tore a gap in the impermeable tortoiseshell array that could not be ignored. If that throw is repeated many times, this tricky siege crossbow force will be wiped out, and this may be their only chance of victory!

Jige suddenly came to his senses and stared at Eshu: "Are you sure you will destroy them all?" ”

"Yes, but I need something to eat to replenish my strength." Esthew replied.

"How can you have so much time to digest?" Jige frowned, skeptical, but he finally untied a small leather bag from his waist and threw it into Essho's arms: "This is my ration today, is it enough?" ”

"The more the merrier."

"Damn, I'm still a pot-bellied man." Gig took a sip, "You eat first, I'll get you the spear and dry food, don't die before then." He bowed and walked away against the wall.

Eshu sat still, his head hanging silently. He briefly fell into a state of idleness, and any fight that took place at the West Gate had nothing to do with him from this moment on, and an unprecedented hunger rushed in, grabbing Estheau's attention from his shriveled stomach. He realized that he hadn't eaten properly since yesterday. The bag of dry food was in Eshy's hand, the skin was not large, just enough to fill the edge of the palm, but it was very generous. Esthew tore open the seal and found that it was a tightly pressed rye cake. He poured it all into his mouth and chewed it hard. The coarse grains of wheat "creaked" in Eshy's mouth and were ground into fine grains by his teeth, the dull earthy smell spread along with the faint smell of wheat, and Eshu occasionally bit into the hard sand, which seemed to be a loss of identity for a knight captain. It took some effort for Eshu to swallow the mouth full of wheat cakes, as if he had forced a piece of iron into his throat, causing it to open his esophagus and slowly fall into his stomach, the discomfort of stagnation lasted for a long time, during which Eshu's breathing became difficult. But when the food ball reached the stomach, the discomfort quickly disappeared, and every inch of Eixiu's stomach began to squirm greedily and feverishly, and in an instant, the full amount of food ball was digested, and then there was an even stronger hunger, as if Eshu hadn't eaten anything just now, but he still felt the strength of his nearly exhausted body surging again, and even the pale body lines on his body had a tendency to fade.

Giger returned to Eshu's side with a few large bags of throwing spears, and threw down a few more small bags of wheat cakes, with blood stains on the skins, I don't know if they were pulled from the dead soldiers. "It's your turn." He said briefly. Estheus wordlessly grasped a throwing spear and stood up. The heretics had been on high alert for Estheus's position, and when they saw someone reappearing, the shield-bearer immediately commanded a wave of fire. But this time Eshua did not evade it at all, he held the spear in his forehand, and with astonishing speed and precision, the crossbow bolts were unveiled one after another, and the dense rain of arrows diverted in front of him, and the "tuk tuk" nailed the bricks on both sides of him. When the rain of arrows stopped, Esher held the spear in his back, raised it high above his head, and made a throwing gesture under the desperate eyes of the shieldbearer. So Jig saw the titan-like majesty again, heard the majestic breathing of the rising and falling tides, and before he could carefully observe Eshy's movements, the thunderous spear had already crossed a distance of hundreds of paces and descended on the head of the army!

Another piece of tortoise shell dented inward, and two pierced pagans. But this was only the beginning of the killing, the crossbowmen were still reloading behind their shields, the second throwing spear had arrived, then the third, then the fourth! Pitch-black thunder submerged into their formation one after another, and the silver-white skeletons cracked one by one, blood flowing from the shattered tortoise shells.

Eshua chewed a wheat cake and shot a throwing spear, and he threw it so smoothly that a shield must have been pierced. The spear that passed through his hand was like a mythical weapon wrapped around the thorn of death, and the fate of killing was predestined long before it was thrown. In desperation, the shield-bearer dropped his shield and picked up his siege crossbow in a futile counterattack. However, a rain of arrows engulfed them on a larger scale, a retaliatory shot from the Ranger Regiment, and they had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Despite the salvo, Ravenston's rangers remained as precise and cunning as ever, with their striking firepower almost entirely focused on the shieldmen, and it was only the first wave of arrows that completely crippled them! Without the protection of their shields, the crossbowmen would not be able to launch a decent counterattack, no matter how strong their firepower was.

"It's over." Estheus watched as the last crossbowman was shot down the wall by an arrow, and lowered the black iron spear in his hand. From beginning to end, his expression was calm, even cold, making people wonder if there was really a so-called bloody nature in his body.

"It's over?" Captain Giegwu did not feel relieved, the balance was flipped in an instant, the siege crossbow force should have been a great threat, but the process of destruction was understated, so that he could not feel the pleasure of eliminating a strong enemy, but was as boring as kicking away a stone on the side of the road. He looked up and suddenly noticed that thick dark clouds had gathered over the city gate at some point, and heavy snow would fall at any moment.

"It's over." On the snowy field outside the city, Meldret looked at the figure falling from the city wall from a distance, and sighed softly, "The siege force that was built with a huge amount of money was completely wiped out at the beginning of the war, although I have been mentally prepared, but after all, I still have expectations for them, thinking that they alone can easily knock on the gates of Boinbru. ”

"I have led tens of thousands of people of my clan to work hard for centuries without success, do you think you can do it with two or three hundred people?" The man rolled over and got off the giant wolf and replied coldly, "I only like to start hunting, and I don't like to join in the middle of a hunt, I'm going to take back control." ”

"Boinbru's attack is naturally under the command of the Divine Envoy, and it is me and Sekabo who have trespassed." A smile appeared on Meldere's withered face.

"I don't feel your apologies."

"Since the oracle has not lost anything, the war has just begun, and the oracle has plenty of time to enjoy the hunt - at least I believe Sekabo will buy enough time for the oracle." Meldrey said this, and slowly stepped back, covering his ears at the same time.

The man raised his arms, raised his head, and let out a high-pitched and terrible wolf howl!

The howl of the wolf swept through Boinbru, as if an edict could not be disobeyed, and the army of the Misty Mountains immediately began to retreat, leaving the battlefield with a resolute attitude. Halfway up the climb, the Misty Mountain warriors immediately jumped down the ladder, and even the Bearclaw Berserkers, who were fighting the defenders at the front, did not hesitate to turn away, allowing the sharp sword to slash at their backs. They were menacing, and they were menacing, and soon the gray tide receded, and the corpses piled up under the walls of the city, like stranded fish and shrimp.

"What's the situation? What's the situation? Giger stood up, "Evil sect, they actually know about retreating?" He turned his head and noticed that there was something strange about Esso, the expression of the young man who had been able to remain calm during the killing was a little terrifying, and he gritted his teeth tightly, and there was an unsettling wildfire burning in his eyes. He suddenly ran wildly and rushed all the way to the Outer Urn City.

Esher heard his heart pounding in his chest, and even the sword that had sunk into his body vibrating, and he leaned against the wall and looked out, finding the source of the wolf howl without difficulty.

And at the same time, the man also found him.

The two looked at each other across the vast snowfield, their eyes colliding, and invisible sparks burst out. The man was calm, and Esher was angry.

"It turns out that the fate of wolves and dragons ends here." As if talking to himself, the man reached out and gently soothed the furry wolf, "It's not bad to take you as a prey—no, it's better to say that this hunting ground shines because of your presence." The blood of any one of you and me will put an end to this endless hunt forever. It's just—" His blazing gaze fell on the outer urn city, "what are you hesitating in the face of fate?" ”

The gray tide gathers in front of the man and separates in front of the man. Under the fanatical and adoring gaze of tens of thousands of Misty Mountain warriors, the man walked to the front of the gray tide and let out a high-pitched wolf howl at Poimpur again!

"Wolfberg......" cold notes burst out from between Estheau's teeth, "I am not a believer in fate. ”

"Fate doesn't matter, believers, you and I both know that. Heal your wounds. Out of respect for you, I'll attack the next day. ”

The howls of the wolves ceased, the gray tide spread across the snowy fields, and the defenders became highly nervous, only to find that they had no tendency to attack again. The man pulled out his axe and plunged into the snow in front of him, closing his eyes and recuperating.

A snowflake shattered in front of Essho's eyes, and as the wind and snow grew, he seemed to be back in that incredible dream. Anger was still burning in his heart, but Esso's body was sinking into the ice cave little by little, and finally his eyes went black and he fainted.