Esso's back was against the door of the Great Hall, as rocky as a rock, and in front of him was a frenzied tide of swords and swords. He let the crudely crafted weapons fall on his armor, and then swung his backhand to slash the Misty Mountain warriors in front of him in half. The weapon, which Brochette called the "wolf axe", was incredibly sharp, and Eshu slashed six people with an axe, but his palm felt no resistance from the hilt, and the leather armor, flesh, and harder bones parted smoothly in front of the sweeping blade. A wave broke before him, and then a new wave came. Estheus's attention was focused on the bearclaw berserkers, but anyone who burst up to him with a mace would first come into close contact with the axe. The Black Spear Knights' standard armor may be more than enough to resist the slashes of rudimentary weapons, but it is extremely difficult to withstand the swing of heavy blunt weapons. Mace weapons are excellent can openers, and the heavier they are, the more effective they are. It doesn't take much skill to drive this weapon, it only takes a strong brute force to make it invincible against any type of armor. No amount of dense armor can alleviate the impact of the mace, as long as it takes a blow to the front, it will inevitably end up with a massive rupture and bleeding of internal organs—Kenriko lying in the auditorium is a lesson from the past; At the same time, Eshua had to pay attention to the honorary guards, he knew that those strong men in white wolf skins were lying dormant somewhere in the gray tide watching him, like a pack of hunting wolves watching their prey, just waiting for the moment when Eshua was exhausted. The herb was able to replenish Eshu's blood qi and quickly recover from his injuries, but its medicinal power was of limited effect on long-term physical exhaustion. Estheu switched to one hand, and with the other he reached out the blood-burning licorice that Brochet had given him. He didn't need to know much about herbalism, and he could vaguely guess the overbearing effect of this herb just by its name - in fact, Eshu had already seen the effect of the potion made from blood-burning licorice in the defense of the city, and the warriors who had rotated from the defensive line poured a bowl of "goo dong goo dong" and then rushed to the front line with a roar. It's just that the side effects are also quite significant, after the hyperactivity is a long time of atrophy, of course, this atrophy can be eliminated by taking more blood-burning glycoherbal medicine, but it is just drinking to quench thirst. Side effects accumulate until the effects of the drug wear off completely, and then they erupt in the body. Esher didn't know how long the packet of blood-burning licorice that Brochette had given him would last. He tore open the package with his teeth, grabbed a few blackened leaves, chewed them in his mouth and swallowed them. Different from the spicy and bitter taste of the hemp grass, the juice of the blood-burning licorice is smooth and greasy, with a faint sweetness. However, after digesting it in his stomach, a fierce flame erupted and flowed along his veins, and Eshy's body shook, almost screaming, and the blood in his body seemed to be really burning, and the manic feeling of evaporating forced Eshu's tomahawk to swing more violently. The gray tide that followed one after another appeared in a brief vacuum under his outburst. Essho almost rushed out, but fortunately he hadn't forgotten his duty as a guard. Before the new crowd arrived, he locked on the position of an honorary guard who had not had time to transfer, and picked up a broken spearhead with his foot and threw it into the opponent's head. It wasn't long before Eshua felt the heat in his body quickly fade away, replaced by a parched emptiness. Essho could only take a few more blood-burning licorice in his mouth, and let the veins ignite again, perhaps the battle would end with him being burned to charcoal. Esher gently squeezed the weight of the package, and the slightly oppressive touch of his palm made his heart feel a little more stable - it could still hold on for a long time. Corpses in gray-white leather armor piled up around Essho, broken limbs buried over his knees. In the back, the Misty Mountain warriors had to move away from the corpse piles before they could attack Aexiu. The Honorary Guardian stepped out of the gray tide and began to attack Essho. They either wanted to bypass Estheu and rush into the Great Hall, or desperately drag him away from the Great Hall door, but any attempt would be bloodily shattered by the falling axe blades. Eshu kept moving from the door, repeating the monotonous and mechanical chopping that was no different to him than cutting food with a knife: the flesh was soft butter, the bones were slightly harder black bread, and of course there were some of the more tricky hobs that needed to be chopped twice. Eshua didn't know how long he had been slashing, but the light above his head had dimmed and brightened, and the packet of blood-burning licorice in his arms was slowly drying up, and his body and internal organs were being burned to ashes little by little by the power of the medicine. Eshu's mouth was dry and his eyes were bloodshot. There were no more honorary guards, and the Grey Tide finally didn't dare to step forward, fear slowly filling the faces of the Misty Mountain warriors distorted by madness, and they let out a panicked cry and turned to flee.

The warm sun shone on Estheau's blood-stained face, and the dark clouds that hung over Poimbru finally lifted, and the sun finally reached the most remote corner of the north after many days.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps ahead, and there seemed to be people in the gray tide who were unwilling to fail and went and returned. Aeshu subconsciously swung his axe and slashed in the direction of the footsteps. He heard two short, combined exclamations, like a man and a woman at the same time, and then the axe blade returned a strange feel, not soft butter, nor coarse black bread, but sonorous gold and iron, and the dragon crest soaring on the chest armor of the person came into view in time, and Eishu forcibly stopped the momentum of the axe blade.

"Reinforcements?" He coughed up the residue of burning licorice in his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice. These two words drained the last of Essho's strength, and his eyes went black, and he fell forward in the crook of the comer's arm.

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Duke Alexis's plans for the march did not go well. The army of the Misty Mountains, which had fled in a hurry on the Vaal Snow Plain, actually regrouped and launched an attack on them. Despite their disorganized formation, Duke Alexis' forces were delayed for a while on the Vaal Snowfield; A similar situation then befell the army under Gregory IV. Estelle was walking fast enough to catch up with the regrouping tide of Grey, so she didn't encounter any obstacles along the way, and was the first to reach the city of Poimru. The gates of the western city were closed, and no defenders could be seen from the top of the urn city. Estelle led her group along the city walls, but as she approached the North Urn City, she was hit by a tide of ash surging out of the city. However, the other party had no desire to engage in battle at all, and just fled in the direction of the Misty Mountain Range. And Estelle didn't rush to stop it - the difference in numbers between the two sides was far from being a "disparity", not to mention that she could already see that the gray tide was now in the stage of collapse, just like in previous years. Estelle had little interest in beating the Reservoir Dogs, and after the last of the Misty Mountain warriors staggered out of the North Urn, she and Setanda rushed into the city first. There are no obvious signs of looting in Boynbru. Only a large number of corpses were lined up along the main thoroughfare, most of them wearing off-white leather armor, and only some of them were dressed in the garb of Ravenston's regular army. Estelle and Setanda followed the corpses all the way to the Great Hall of the Royal Academy, where they saw a hellish sight: mutilated corpses everywhere, the snow soaked in a dull red with splattered blood. In front of the auditorium was the place where the corpses were most dense, and a person stood in front of the gate with his head down, and the armor he was wearing was covered with a thick layer of blood, which could be vaguely recognized as the standard armor of the Black Spear Knights. He was on the axe, motionless, statue-like dead and silent.

Curiously, Estelle walked up, but the statue suddenly moved, and the axe slashed straight at Estelle. The man showed a thunderous explosive power for a moment, and Eastelle had no time to react, only to watch as the axe blade came closer and closer to her face with the sound of the wind. She heard Sertanda's anxious growl, but he was too far away—maybe not far, but compared to the speed of the tomahawk, even a step away was a moat. Death struck with a heavy smell of blood, but the moving axe blade came to an abrupt halt. "Reinforcements?" The man held the battle axe, staring directly at the dragon crest on Estelle's breastplate, and his voice was hoarse, and his vocal cords seemed to be burned by charcoals. When he had finished asking, he fell headlong.

Estelle subconsciously caught the other party, and she was shocked into a cold sweat at this time. The emblem of the Dragon Knights had saved her life, the axe blade had already cut through her helmet, and it was only a line away from breaking the iron sheet, but if the person's gaze shifted slightly, Estelle would inevitably be in a different place, and not only that, but the strength of the opponent's hand was simply incredible. Estelle lifted him up and looked closely, and through the heavy blood stains, she saw a young, unfamiliar face.

Who is this man? Estelle froze.

"Estelle! Are you okay! Sertanda stepped forward in anger and raised her spear and stabbed the man in the chest, but Estelle stopped him in time, "Wait a minute, Setanda is not an enemy!" ”

The door to the auditorium creaked open, and Brochette leaned out, scanned cautiously and then looked at the two of them: "Why are you two alone?" Where's Frost? ”

"Dean?" Estelle exclaimed in surprise, "Where did your beard go?" ”

"I've been blocked in the auditorium by the army of the Misty Mountains, do you think I still have the heart to keep it?" Brochette said angrily, and he asked again, "Just the two of you?" ”

"Your Majesty and Your Majesty are still on their way, we ...... Well, it's the advance force. Sertanda said embarrassedly, but his ability to lie was limited, and Brochette couldn't understand Estelle's temperament anymore, and he pierced it at a glance: "You broke away from the army on your own initiative, right?" ”

"Yes," Estelle graciously admitted, "what about the Werewolf of Omen?" ”

"Who knows, the corpse is probably cold, and the person who killed him is being held by you." Brochette shrugged, "You're late, it's over." Sunshine after a long absence. He squinted and looked up, letting out a contented sigh, every wrinkle soothing in the sunlight.

"Dean......" Estelle looked down at the man in her arms, "and who is this man?" ”

"When he wakes up, you can ask for yourself." "Don't stand there," said Brochette, "don't be stupid, Setanda, go to the Inner Fort, tell Ranmaroke to open the gates, and tell him by the way that from now on he is again the garrison chief of Poimbru - he will understand what I mean; Estelle, you bring people in. He bent down, picked up a shriveled paper bag soaked in blood, and took a soft breath: "There is not a single one left...... Don't touch that thing! He looked up and saw that Estelle was about to remove the battle axe from Estheau's hand, and stopped in time. Estelle withdrew her hand sheepishly, but still couldn't hold back her curiosity. She lifted Estheau's arm and carefully examined the weapon that nearly cut off half of her head, "This weapon is so sharp that it can't be said to be......" She seemed to remember something, looking around at the tragic scene, "Dean...... He's not going to be here alone, is he? ”

"Or else?" Brochette sighed, "Lay him flat on the ground, Damus, come and take care of him, and I'll prepare the herbs." ”