Recycling is nearing completion. The Grey Tide was just around the corner, and this psychological pressure only increased the efficiency of the Black Spear Knights, who moved quickly, and in a short time lifted most of the dragon's roaring arrows from the depths of the snow. After piercing the barrier of steel, hardwood, leather armor, and flesh, the arrows retained their astonishing integrity, glowing as clear light as they flowed from cluster to end. Giger had been keeping an eye on the progress of the recovery, silently counting in his mind, he had counted to the two hundred and eighty-four, a number that made his face that had been tense a little: soon, in a few minutes, the recovery would be completed smoothly, and maybe they would be able to get back to Poimpur before it got dark.

There was a sharp whistle in the direction of the North Urn City, and then it fell silent again. The first arrow of the Ranmarok warning signal was that he had sensed the enemy's movements, but not so severe that they needed to retreat immediately. He immediately looked at the front line of the Misty Mountain army, only to see that the barbarians were not rushing towards them. Gig was only amazed for a few seconds, and then the pitch-black reef suddenly broke through the calm sea, and the black-armored infantry stepped out of the crowd and approached Gig in a regular phalanx, uniformly armed with maces and shields, and silver skulls tattooed on their breastplates—an overly luxuriously armed army of heretics. Gig raised his left fist and slowly opened it, signaling the "Angels of Death" squad to prepare for battle. The palm of his right hand began to itch slightly, and there was still plenty of time, and Gig was confident enough to wipe out this force on his way back - maybe he could launch a counter-charge, after all, there were still a lot of strong foreign reinforcements here, including the Titan-like young man he didn't know the name of, and Kenriko, and the mercenaries under their command must not be general. The odds of winning are quite big! Jig unconsciously rubbed the hilt of his sword, the itching of his palm gradually turned into an unbearable burning pain, and the long sword slid halfway out of its scabbard. As soon as he raised his left hand and slashed forward, a large number of spears would rise into the air, sending a "friendly" greeting to the fanatics.

A feathered arrow whistled down into the snow at Gig's feet, the shaft of the arrow clinging to his shins. Giger's left hand froze in mid-air, and his right hand reluctantly let go of the hilt of his sword and raised it high above his head to make it clear to Ranmarok on the North Urn City. He understood that the arrow at his feet was a stern and silent warning from the garrison commander not to make any extraneous branches. At this time, the last dragon roaring arrow was also successfully recovered, and Gig reluctantly clenched his left hand into a fist, lowered it to his chest and signaled retreat, and the Death Angel team immediately began to cover the recovery personnel. Gig deliberately slowed down, walked with the mercenaries, and stuffed a bag of throwing spears into Estheau's hand.

Eishu glanced at him, stopped, turned around and made a throwing gesture, Jige didn't expect Eshu to be so happy, and quickly grabbed the other party's arm, for a moment he thought he was dragging a galloping bull, but fortunately, Aexiu reined in time to restrain his strength. At this time, another feathered arrow flew in, and this time Ranmarok was even more polite, perhaps to save some face, he sharpened the tip of the spear with the arrow with precision.

"Not now! The third sound of the arrow is the signal to be able to move, and it is the first sound just now. Gig let go of his hand, "before Ranmarok fires his third arrow, avoiding any conflict. ”

"Understood." Eshyu shrugged his shoulders and dropped the shaft of his spear, keeping up with the recovery troops. The group was lightly armed and fast, and the group of armed fanatics who had already approached them within a hundred paces was gradually pulled away. However, when he was still two hundred and fifty paces from the gate, Gig heard a second arrow, followed almost by a third, and two high-pitched and mournful whistling whistles disappeared into the gloomy clouds in no particular order. Gig turned his head suddenly, and the armed fanatic was still unhurriedly advancing towards them, but the gray tide had been parted again, and the knights of the black armor and black horses galloped out, like ghostly shadows, slithering towards them at a shuddering speed.

Is that...... The strongest fighting force of heretics, the Death Knight!

"Angel of Death, get ready to fight!" Gig roared, but on the North Urn City, Ranmarok was roaring in a louder voice than him: "No engagement, continue to retreat according to the original plan!" The garrison and the Ranger Regiment are ready to stop the incoming enemy! ”

A dense rain of arrows immediately erupted from the city walls, and a salvo between the Boimbru garrison and the two ranger regiments was amazing, but the Death Knights formed a perfect attack with the previous infantry, and it was obvious that the time difference was carefully calculated: when the rain of arrows fell, the Death Knights squad happened to step into the phalanx of the fanatics, and the infantry did not hesitate to erect a solid shield wall to block the arrows aimed at the horses, and the rear phalanx dispersed, and the knights increased again, and they skillfully bypassed the hidden snow pits, and the soldiers were divided into three ways, Managed to get close to the recovery squad before the second salvo!

"Whew", "Whew"! At this time, Eshua struck, and he opened his bow left and right, and the two throwing spears left his hand, but they were blocked by the two knights who bore the brunt of the attack. The spear pierced through the shield with great force, but the two Death Knights reacted quickly and raised their arms slightly, tilting their heads slightly, and the spears were reversed, grazing their helmets and flying past. Eshua didn't have time to take the spear anymore, because the horse's hooves had already swept in front of him with a large piece of snow and dust, a long sword fell on the head, Eshu avoided sideways, took out a spear and stabbed it, but was caught by the opponent's splitter, the stalemate between the two was only for a moment, Eshu tried to pull the other party off the saddle, but there was a fierce wind behind his head, Eshu immediately let go to avoid it, but he never wanted to be kicked in the chest by the previous knight. Eshu was on the verge of losing his balance, but he finally held his body up and slammed the spear bag at his hand at the opponent, and then he drew his sword, and in an instant parried two long swords that swept from the side, and a dark purple spear that flew from nowhere. He struck a face with several Death Knights who were attacking the front, but the clash of lightning and flint made Eshy's hair stand on end, it was too strong, this group must be a real Death Knight, each of them was not inferior to the honorary guard he encountered on the Vaal Snow Field, and at the same time, the pressure of fighting them was even comparable to that of being surrounded by the gray tide this morning—no, even more dangerous! Fortunately, these Death Knights did not entangle, and when they saw that the robbery of Esher did not work, they immediately pulled away from the horse. Estheu was also given a brief respite, and he took the opportunity to look around the battlefield. Only some of the Death Knights attacked the mercenary first line of defense from the front, and their attack was like a dragonfly skimming across the water, but the aftermath of the ripple alone was enough to cause damage, but fortunately, Kea and the others were not targeted, but several of Kenrico's men were killed on the spot. The rest of the Death Knights chose to bypass the mercenary lines and attack from the flanks. Their strategy was the same, and they fought for a short time, just repeatedly charging the line and then throwing dark purple spears that forced the recovery team to struggle. Giger had to form a squad of Angels of Death to protect the black-speared knights with shovels in the center. Although they tried to fight back, the throwing spear was always easily picked up by the Death Knight. At this time, it is no longer possible to hope for the cover of the rain of arrows on the North Urn City, and the Death Knight may be entangled at any time, unless Ranmarok is ruthless and shoots them into hedgehogs along with this Death Knight team, and the armed fanatics who have been distanced are still approaching them step by step!

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