Back at Fetenburg, at the main gate, not far from the rear battlefield, there was also a fierce battle going on, both in scale and in a more tragic way.

The battlefield is a 40-foot-high bluestone wall, which stands firmly between two mountain peaks, holding the Rabid Dog Pass.

Although it was clearly broken in some places, the height of the wall alone was enough to keep the enemy in the dust, and it was because of its presence, combined with the treacherous terrain, that the defenders of Fetenburg were able to keep the beastmen at bay.

Compared to it, the wall of the back door is like paper paste, purely for example, no wonder Matthew is relieved to leave here and run to the back door to supervise the battle, of course, there is a more important reason, that is, there is a commander here who reassures him.

At this time, the city wall was full of moving heads, including soldiers of the city guard wearing all-white robes and holding unified weapons, and mercenaries of different appearances and dressed in various colors.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the reality is quite the opposite, and the defenders, although they are dressed in very different clothes, are all in good order, and are attacking the enemy below the walls in order under the command of a general.

The general was of short stature, and turned out to be a little girl who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with a typical Arabi wheat complexion, a young face and a resolute look, which exuded a different kind of beauty.

At this life-and-death time, Matthew actually handed over the responsibility of front-door defense to such a young girl, and it can only be said that if he is not a long-term suspect, then the latter must have something special.

In fact, it was under the command of the commander of the city guard named Fitandila that the attacks of the beastmen were repulsed again and again for more than ten days, and they lost a lot of troops without even climbing the city walls.

You know, the chaotic creatures here are more than ten times the size of the back door, at a glance, in addition to the huge number of inferior horned beasts, burly and sturdy big horned beasts, and non-stop running centaur beasts, there are also razormons that look like mutated wild boars are pulling chariots around, and there are harpy banshees hovering in the air with their wings behind their backs, all of which are not easy characters to deal with.

In addition, in these dense beastmen troops, you can even see a few disgusting creatures covered with tentacles, twisted muscles, and completely unable to distinguish their original appearance, they are Chaos Eggs, a monster that has been eroded by chaotic energy to the point of completely losing their minds, friend and foe, but the power is huge, and they are attacking the steel gate again and again.

Thankfully, while there are so many of them, they lack the most critical siege equipment and don't have a particularly strong range force, so most of them can only be beaten under the city, or wait far and wide for their turn to charge.

The leader who led this terrible army naturally knew this.

At the rear of the army, a dozen of the strongest and heaviest armor minotaurs were surrounding a beastman of ordinary stature, with expressions of adoration and awe on their faces.

The beastman was dressed in a red robe, and his face was covered with a blood-stained mask, and he could not see his appearance clearly, except for four thick black horns, symbolizing his supremacy in the tribe.

In his hand was a strange staff with the bones of a humanoid creature tied to it, no doubt a powerful howling shaman with terrifying chaotic powers all over his body.

However, whether it is the mask, the black horn, the staff, or the rich chaotic energy, it is not as eye-catching as another place on his body, that is, his back.

On his back was a pair of huge black wings, each feather glowing with an evil black light, like a dagger made of steel, cold and cruel.

He is the leader of these beastmen, the leader of the "Raven Fathers", the "Dark Omen" Marago.

As a Chaos believer who had gone through countless battles to become the leader of the beast herd, he also saw the disadvantages of his subordinates, knowing that with the current situation, it would be impossible to capture this strong fortress in a short period of time, and the commander of the other party was also a little difficult, so he deliberately slowed down the pace of the attack in the past few days! Because counting the days, Craigie is coming soon.

As long as the "Hoof Splitter" breaks through the back gate according to the plan, the defenders here will naturally be defeated without a fight, and then they can easily take the city gate and enjoy a killing feast.

As for driving his men to attack the city and die now, it just because he is too bored to see some delicious blood, and it makes no difference to him whether this blood comes from his own people or from his enemies.

Just as Malago was considering whether to kill a few human captives to boost the morale of his troops, his face suddenly changed, as if he heard a dying voice roaring, this voice, it seemed to be ...... Craigie!

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Return to the bloody backdoor battlefield again.

The great horned axe and the orc warrior's machete collided violently countless times, and the cacophony of metal from the clashing of two crude weapons, combined with the ubiquitous roars and screams around them, made for the most beautiful symphony.

At this time, a large group of green orc warriors suddenly slaughtered from the rear of the battlefield, and their appearance meant that this concert of death and carnage finally reached its climax.

Stepping on the corpses of the inferior horned archers and picking up all kinds of messy weapons, these fierce men who had just been released from their cages were in desperate need of vent, and they roared and rushed into the battlefield, surrounded the remaining bighorns, and then together with their strange orc companions, they rushed forward one after another, cutting down these tall sheep-headed monsters one by one like logging.

When the stone saw this bloody picture with his peripheral vision, a big stone in his heart finally fell, and today's battle was stable.

The deathbed screams of the bighorns also stimulated the nerves of Craigie the Hoofbreaker, but no matter how hard he slammed his sledgehammer, no matter how hard he struck it, he couldn't knock down the emaciated greenskin in front of him.

On the other hand, the most worried bighorn troops have been solved, and the tragic casualties of the boys have finally been controlled, and his nerves, which have been tense, have finally relaxed, and he has begun to dodge the opponent's attacks with ease.

After testing the strength of this huge opponent through the first charge, he no longer had to fight the minotaur, but like a cunning "despicable lurker", he kept wandering around his opponent, throwing an axe when he found an opportunity, and using dexterous movements to dodge left and right when he didn't have a chance, and continued to wait for an opportunity.

Craigie's strength is indeed very strong, but compared to the strength of the mountain, his attack method is very simple, coming and going is so many times, and he has smashed a lot of holes on the ground, but he can't even touch the corners of the stone's clothes.

As time passed, the minotaur became more and more impatient, and its two pitch-black nostrils erupted more and more violently, and the breath that ejaculated was mixed with a hint of blood, but the movements of his hands became slower and slower.

There was no doubt that he was tired.

Stone immediately noticed the changes in his opponent, unlike his opponent, his physical strength has been well controlled, and he even has the energy to observe the situation around him.

He saw that there was not a single Chaos creature standing on the battlefield.

He saw that the warriors of his own tribe and other newly released orcs were gradually surrounding.

He saw Hawkeye and Skarsnick checking the corpses on the ground for any stray fish.

He saw the big flag fluttering in the wind in the bear's hand.

He saw the old rotten teeth, the old fellow grinning, revealing his trademark black teeth.

The stone knew it was time to deal with the big stupid guy on the other side and put a happy end to this feast of flesh and blood.

PS: Thanks to the 500 starting coins of "Beiyang Li Zhongtang" for the reward! Thanks to "35 fritters" for the 100 starting coins! Thanks to the 100 starting coins from the "Magical Voice"!