"Kenrico?" Ranmaroke was all too familiar with that extremely provocative tone, and he turned his head towards the source of the voice with some annoyance, "Why are you here?" ”

"I came before you. Someone patronizes like a child, stomping his feet and getting angry and not noticing anyone else, and you have a pair of marksman's eyes. Kenriko stood up. He had been crouching on the city wall before, his blood stains perfectly assimilating him to the corpses strewn across the battlefield, and if he didn't make a sound or move, he would just be a strange-looking corpse, but as soon as he got up, he was sharply isolated from his surroundings. Ranmarok noticed Kenriko standing in the center of the black-robed and black-armored corpse, surrounded by cracked siege crossbows and huge black shields. "This is the siege crossbow squad attacking Simon?" He asked.

"As you can see." Kenrico shrugged, "You heretics in the north are so rich that they can afford siege crossbows and heavy shields. ”

Ranmarok took a sip, didn't answer Kenrico's words, but stepped forward to examine the dead body on the wall. Most of these heretics had died at the hands of the rangers' arrows, and at first glance they had suffered a devastating rain of arrows on the city walls, but the corpses were arranged in a clear array, and the positions of the shield and crossbowmen were clearly visible. They seemed to have formed up after landing on the Outer Urn City, but for some reason the huge shields didn't protect them from the rain of arrows from the rangers.

"Look at this." Dahar picked up a shield from the ground and showed its front to Ranmaro. The bridge of the nose of the grinning white skull in the center of the shield has disappeared, replaced by a round notch, apparently pierced by a spear, exposing the section where the wood and iron sheets are distinct. The iron sheet was about half a finger thick, the thickness that would make any of Pande's outstanding archers feel tingling in his scalp, but even so, the shield was pierced. Ranmaroke's gaze fell to Dahar's feet, where lay a pair of infidels, strung together by spears, the hilts of their spears vanishing inside them, only half of the bloody spear tips peeking out of their backs. Ranmaroke recognized it after just one glance at the style of the spear tip, which was the "Black Iron III" standard spear throwing for the Black Spear Knights. Pierce the shield first, then the shield player and the crossbowman behind him...... Its lethality is no less than that of the "Dragon Roar" arrow fired from an iron bow. Ranmarok glanced at the giant shield in Captain Dahal's hand again, and subconsciously reached out to test the thickness of the iron sheet.

A slight burst of electricity rushed through his skull, and Ranmaroke withdrew his hand and looked around, and saw that there were many of them dead, seven or eight pairs, and one pair was nailed to the wall along with his shield. Ranmaro stepped forward, and it took him some effort to pull the bodies of the two men out along the hilt of the spear, and he didn't feel the slightest loosening of the spear, the tip of which seemed to be deep in the stone bricks. Ranmarok reached out and grasped the hilt of the spear, and little by little he exerted force on his arm, trying to pull it out of the brick, and the tip of the spear seemed to wrestle with him through the hilt, and every point of Ranmarok's strength increased, and the resistance reflected back through the hilt also increased. The first thing that could not hold up in this wrestling was the spear itself, and with a soft "click", Ranmarok only pulled out the handle of the spear, and the spearhead was still embedded in the city bricks.

"What an amazing power!" Dahar stepped forward to look at the holes left in the bricks, "Your Excellency Kenriko, is that the man you said was responsible?" ”

"That's right." Kenriko nodded, "Originally, this group of people was already lined up on the city wall, and the defense lines on the north and south sides were within their strike range - in fact, they did deal a serious blow to the defense line, but then they were pinned down by him. Their shield formation was no different from brown paper in front of the short spear he threw, and then the men were so disorganized that they even scattered in order to suppress him—" He paused, and said no more.

"Where's that guy now?" Ranmarok said impatiently, "Listening to your tone, it seems that you would like him to be the commander?" ”

"You can also continue to let that guy named Jige be, don't you even have the qualifications to erect a tombstone when the time comes." Kenriko was-for-tat, he had just listened to the conversation between Ranmarok and Dahal word for word, "I don't know what his tactical skills are, at least the guy named Jig seems to be quite convinced of him, the dignified commander actually did the errand work, collected spears and handed dry food, and even personally carried people on stretchers to the rear medical camp after he was seriously injured and unconscious." ”

"Seriously injured and unconscious?" Dahal was stunned, "What's going on?" ”

"How do I know this? I guess I was hit by a stray arrow. But before that, he was already seriously injured. Kenrico remembered Eshy's pale lips and shriveled body, and his titan-like holding of a spear, and incredible power erupted from the shattered body again and again. Is his limit never-ending, or is he simply overdrawing his life?

"If he's seriously injured, then I'm afraid he won't be on the shortlist." Dahal said, "Then—"

"There's no need to deprive Gig of his temporary commanding status, it's the same sentence: no one is more qualified than a knight captain of the Black Spear Knights." Ranmarok interrupted Dahal abruptly, "But you can add a few more adjutants to him, who will also serve as staff officers, and spread Simon's command over them." Two or three people were sufficient, one on each side of the north and south walls - in fact, Gig himself could be in charge of the north wall, and the rangers would assign one more. And now that the most threatening siege crossbow force has been wiped out, we can re-establish the defensive advantage on the outer urn city. ”

Ranmaroke glanced at him, and rarely did not return the color,

"It's a really better solution." After pondering for a while, Dahar came to a conclusion, "Then it's settled, I'll look for a candidate, but Lord Kenriko," Dahar faced Kenriko and performed a common etiquette among the knights of Pande, "I think you will be in command of the defenders of the southern wall at that time, and please don't shirk, the defense of Poimbru needs the strength of you and your chivalrous knights." ”

"I'd love to." Kenriko politely returned the salute, and at the same time he wanted to sarcastically say a few words to Ranmaro, but found that the other party had already walked away at some point. After setting the tone for Simon's command, Ranmarok silently stepped over one corpse after another, to the very edge of the Outer Urn City, and looked out. At this time, he was no longer an irascible and irritable garrison commander, but an elite ranger with a clear and calm eye, his falcon-like gaze cruising the snowfields outside the city, and soon locked on the man at the front of the gray tide. The man was naked, revealing his burly and muscular body, and he sat cross-legged with his head bowed, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate. In front of the man was a huge battle axe in the snow, and a huge white wolf sat quietly behind him. The giant wolf was the only one in Ranmaroke's life, and even the strongest ice bear ever recorded in the North was nothing more than that. As if sensing the gaze of others, the man raised his head. Even from a distance of hundreds of paces, Ranmarok could clearly feel that the other party's gaze had landed on him accurately, and with it, an invisible but grand storm of ice and snow descended. Ranmarok's throat tightened, and he took a few steps backwards, forcibly breaking himself free from the man's gaze.

"Is that him?" Dahar stood beside Ranmarok.

"That's him. Now I begin to understand what the scholars' account of is called "religiously oppressive." Ranmaroke gasped, the white mist forming a fine layer of ice crystals on his eyebrows. In just a few seconds, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and it was extremely difficult for him to speak. "Wolf...... It's really coming! ”

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