The situation was more severe than ever, and Eshu seized the time to breathe in the cold air, his pulse gradually rising, and the blood vessels in his wrists "suddenly" beating - the battlefield always made Eshu's whole body excited. He stared closely at the Death Knight as he began to charge towards his own phalanx again. There were only ten men and ten horses, but when they galloped side by side, it was like an iron curtain that was brazenly advancing forward, and the word "torrent" was vividly interpreted. The mercenary formation had already suffered casualties after the previous round of onslaught, and only eighteen people remained, and no one carried anti-horse spears.

"Pull close! Close! Kenrico yelled. The superiority of cavalry over infantry was almost devastating, and anyone would have to endure tremendous psychological stress when faced with the thundering hooves of a horse, and the kinetic energy of the galloping horse was enough to penetrate the armor and shatter the internal organs and bones, followed by a condescending sweeping sword. A fine cavalryman himself, Kenriko had smashed through enemy lines countless times, watching the supposedly elite sergeants flee wailing under the hooves of his horses. The psychological comfort of being close may be more effective than practical, but Kenrico has no choice, and a loose formation will only cause more losses for his side. The others also understood this, and had already spontaneously gathered towards him, forming a tiny phalanx. Kenrico tried to push Teresa into the center of the phalanx, but the other party didn't accept him and pushed the other mercenary behind him.

A feathered arrow fell from the sky, piercing the eye socket of a war horse, and then a second, a third! Each feathered arrow seems to have been blessed by the god of archery himself, precise and deadly. With a miserable neigh, the three horses lost control one after another, and the knight on horseback suddenly fell. The remaining seven shrewdly raised their shields to cover their mounts, but the sniper's target was no longer a warhorse, he was simply a shrewd and seasoned hunter, and with great experience he anticipated all the reactions of his prey. The Death Knight's shield had barely protected the horse's head when two plummeting feathered arrows plunged into the throats of two of them. Both the Iron Curtain and the torrent fell apart under the blows of these five feathered arrows, and the remaining Death Knights turned their horses' heads and distanced themselves from the mercenaries again, looking at the North Urn City with fear. There was no more rain of arrows from behind the walls, only a man in heavy armor, standing between the pheasants, keeping his bow outstretched. The new five feathered arrows fanned out between the man's fingers, and he didn't let go, just stared at the five Death Knights in silence, his eyes cold and staring.

"Yours, Ranmaroke!" Kenriko shouted excitedly, swinging his mace and rushing forward. He pinpointedly intercepted a Death Knight who was rolling in the snow, and before he could get up, Kenriko smashed his head. He had wanted to finish off the other two, but the Death Knights threw their spears to cover them, and Kenrico dodged sideways for fear of the irregular barbs on the spears. At this point, Eshua scurried up to him, and with each hand intercepted a spear in mid-air, he accurately held the middle of the spear in his hand, and then took aim, throwing, and the two death knights fell heavily to the snow.

On the North Urn City, Ranmarok lowered his bow and slowly moved his right hand. He stopped looking at the mercenary's line and looked instead at Giger's side. He could see that the Death Knights who were flanking were just holding back, stalling for time. The Angels of Death squad had an absolute numerical advantage, and each of them was equipped with a large bag of throwing spears, which was not effective against the Death Knights, but it was enough to force them not to attack the formation too unrestrainedly. Until that group of armed fanatics pressed down, Jig and them were not in danger of dying for the time being. But Ranmarok also knew very well that the reason why the opposing infantry was advancing slowly was because they were still worried about their own arrows - in fact, Ranmarok wanted to order a rainstorm of fire to completely destroy that group of armed fanatics, but he couldn't.

"The Ranger Regiment suppressed the infantry phalanx in batches, and the garrison continued to cover the Death Angel Squad." Ranmaroke's previous five arrows still had a considerable deterrent effect, not only did the death knights on Kenrico's side dare not continue to step forward, but the death knights who had been harassing the Angel of Death squad also restrained a lot, allowing the black spear knights to maintain a defensive formation while continuing to approach the North Urn City, but the speed was still worrying, and the distance between them and the armed fanatics was shrinking at a distance visible to the naked eye.

"It won't go on like this! Sooner or later, they will catch up! Captain Dahar slammed his fist on the wall, "Let them stop shooting!" Do you want to waste most of your remaining arrows on this group of debris? I personally led a team of Black Spear Knights out of the city to pick up Jiger! He was about to walk down the wall, but Ranmaroch grabbed him by the shoulder.

"If the Misty Mountain army suddenly presses down on all fronts, and those death knights start to play with their lives again, can you take them back to the city in time?" Captain Dahar felt the fingers on his shoulders tighten, and behind him was Ranmarok asked in a low voice, "When the time comes, will I open this gate or not?" He couldn't help but stop, and at that moment he lost all courage to answer this fateful hypothesis, because the premise was too frightening and there was a great risk of it coming true. So what to do? Captain Dahar asked through gritted teeth.

Ranmarok took a vicious breath and roared, "Kenrico, if you don't fucking die, do something for Lao Tzu!" Don't take Lao Tzu's Dinar, you're still here to keep warm! ”

"You fucking Ranmarok, you have more bows and less mouths!" From under the city walls, Kenriko replied with a heartfelt salute. He was leading his mercenaries to try to get closer to the Death Angels, but the Death Knight was constantly harassing him with spears in the rear. They had clearly come prepared, and although they had exhausted their standard spear throwing, they had already hung bulging spear throwing bags around the saddle of each warhorse, and although they were loaded with ordinary throwing spears, they still had a power in the hands of these elite warriors that was hard to ignore. Thankfully, there was Estheus, the young man who had previously shined in the defense of the city, once again showing his incredible skills, weaving between the phalanxes of mercenaries, intercepting the potentially lethal throwing spears with his bare hands, and then returning the color to the death knights. He almost single-handedly suppressed the five Death Knights. Estheu's throwing is much more than just precision and lethality, and the spear that Eshy throws back is not difficult for the Death Knight, but the difficulty is how to digest the powerful force of the battering ram above. It didn't take long for their shields to be scrapped, and some were even knocked off their horses in embarrassment. It's just that as Esher and the others gradually get closer to Jige, the spears around him become more and more dense, and no matter how fast he is, he can't appear in all directions at the same time. But they managed to share a considerable part of the pressure for the Angel of Death squad, and the Black Spear Knights were dozens of steps closer to Poimbul.

Huge black shadows swept across the ground, and the shrill chirping of cavens resounded through the snowfield. The Death Knights suddenly stepped up their attack, they no longer attacked in batches, but regrouped together, the Iron Curtain reappeared, the torrent rose again, and twenty-five Death Knights charged at the recovery team in a decisive manner!

The mercenary's defense line bore the brunt of the attack, and the small phalanx of eighteen people was overwhelmed in an instant, and Kia, who was at the center of the phalanx, suddenly found himself exposed to the galloping horse's hooves at some point, and both Esher and Teresa were very far away from him. "Be careful!" It was funny to see Eshy yelling at him, it was the first time he had seen this guy look so panicked. Kia thought so, a war horse swept past him, and then his left shoulder lightened, something was away from him in an instant, and there was a roar of anger and the collision of weapons around him, probably the death knight had rushed into the line, but those noisy voices were gradually moving away from him. Kia slowly fell backwards, and Teresa lunged over and took him in her arms. Kia heard Teresa muttering, "Don't do this, don't do it again, don't ......"

"Sister...... It's all right......" Kia pursed his lips as he tried to squeeze out an ugly smile, "it's just a broken left arm...... Hiss! He was interrupted by the sharp pain that came up at him. Teresa's murmuring continued, but no longer inaudible content, only staccato and eerie syllables, and her eyes had lost focus, and a chilling void emerged from the deepest part of her pupils. Kia knew that Teresa could no longer listen to a word he said, and that the dark fury of the nuns of hell was about to set the entire snowfield on fire. But Kia still wants to make one last effort, "Sister...... Watch out for ...... above your head," he reminded softly before losing consciousness.

A raging black snake was the last reflection in Kia's eyes.