At the gate of the city lord's mansion, Lyman, nicknamed "Hound Dog", just as Levarian thought, killed himself completely.

Unlike other heavy cavalry, he did not wear a helmet, his gray brown hair was draped over his shoulders, his gray temples were stained red with enemy blood, and his eyes were fierce like a vicious dog that chooses to devour people.

Although he was already in his fifties, Lyman's moves and styles did not seem to be sluggish at all, this was because he already had the strength of a high-ranking bronze swordsman, and although he had been stagnant for a long time, no one was his enemy to deal with these tired ordinary soldiers.

Barely a single corpse died under his hands, either disemboweled, or their heads cut off, even the Chaos Dwarves in heavy armor, several of whom were split in half.

This bloody scene also further undermined the morale of the defenders, who had already fallen to the bottom.

Soon, however, he was met with an opponent who could compete with him, a much shorter but equally strong Chaos Dwarven warrior who took the initiative to find the ferocious dog.

Parthia, the leader of this small group of Chaos Dwarves and the most powerful warrior in the ranks, rushed up and stopped his horse after seeing Lyman cut down several of his men.

There is no nonsense, a series of sparks are scattered, like fireworks blooming.

The broad-bladed spears and two-handed swords in the hands of the two collided several times in succession, and Parthia's strength was even greater than that of Lyman who was sitting on a horse, and he was condescending and did not have the upper hand at all.

This made the latter feel very shameless, so he simply found a gap, jumped off the war horse with a giant sword, and prepared to compare with this low battlement.

However, at this time, a black iron falcon heavy cavalry beside him spotted the knight and chariot rushing from behind, and raised his voice to remind his deputy commander loudly.

At the same time, a herald sent by Levarian also approached Lyman and told him of the city lord's orders.

Twenty minutes?

Hearing this, Zares' hound frowned, first glanced at Parthia defiantly, and then put the two-meter-long sword on his shoulder, not afraid of the opponent's sneak attack, and directly turned back to observe the situation behind.

Sure enough, as they said, a knight and a chariot were rushing, and behind them, the archers of Zares were being flooded by a green tide, and the main force that should have rushed up to settle the battle once and for all was turning around.

Seeing this picture made Lyman, who hated accidents, a little annoyed.

"This group of green mushrooms will emerge no matter how many times you kill them! I finally found an opponent who can move my muscles, how can I let these filthy guys make trouble! ”

Looking around, he saw that the Black Iron Falcon had basically controlled the situation, the slightly threatening Chaos Dwarves had been killed, and there were still a small number of Fetanburgers and mercenaries still resisting, only a few hundred people, and a single charge could solve it.

"Go and tell the city lord, I know, twenty minutes is enough!"

Lyman decided to take it upon himself first, take a few minutes to kill this Chaos Dwarf, and organize another charge, and these Fetamburgers could go to meet their Allah!

As for the few people behind him who rushed over to send them to death, like Levarian, he didn't pay much attention to it, but just asked the heavy cavalry who spoke out just now to bring a small team of people, that is, twenty black iron falcons, to go over and kill the other party.

Obviously, neither Levarian nor Leman, nor the twenty heavy cavalry that had been temporarily assembled, did not take the people rushing over from the opposite side in their eyes, especially these proud Black Iron Falcons, who had always fought more with less, and now that they had the advantage in numbers, they would definitely be able to capture them.

So in order to get rid of them quickly and come back and continue to enjoy the joy of slaughter, these heavy cavalry chose the simplest and most direct method.

Counter-charge.

They quickly lined up in two columns, regardless of the fact that the cavalry spear they were holding was not a cavalry spear specially designed for charging, but a long sword suitable for chopping, and regardless of the distance between the two sides was not far, maybe the war horse under their crotch was about to meet the enemy before they could fully run, these objective conditions were not within the scope of consideration of the powerful Black Iron Falcon.

Rush over and crush your opponent as you have done countless times before!

"Soaring Black Iron Falcon! Charge! ”

Twenty heavy cavalry shouted familiar slogans and skillfully drove their horses towards the enemy on the opposite side.

Beneath the pitch-black visors were faces with relaxed expressions and even faint smiles, curious to see what would happen to each other when they found out about their actions.

Is it to avoid it in a panic? Or was it too scared to move on the spot? Or is it self-defeating and continues to rush head-on?

Either way, the end result is the same!

When the horses under their crotches began to accelerate, and the distance between the two sides was closing at a rapid speed, the Black Iron Fastrel finally realized that their opponents had no intention of slowing down or avoiding at all, and the smiles on their faces gradually solidified and turned into a sneer.

It seems that the last one was chosen, which just saved trouble.

The distance was less than two hundred meters, and even though they had always been full of confidence, all the heavy cavalry's breathing involuntarily became short, and when they really felt how huge the spider pulling the cart on the opposite side was, many of them gasped.

Mirmidia is on top! How did this beast grow!

From a distance, they didn't think it was just an ordinary giant spider, and then they realized how wrong they were.

I don't blame them, this chariot was still a little far away from them, and it didn't attract much attention, but as the distance between the two sides narrowed, the speed of this spider became faster and faster, and finally even overtook the knight who was originally in front of him and rushed up first.

They didn't have time to think too much, and the next moment they let out their exclamation, the first row of heavy cavalry had already collided with the behemoth side by side.

A few loud bangs!

Three neatly draped metal horses crashed into the gray-white shell of the giant spider, and the heads of two of them exploded on the spot like ripe tomatoes, and the last one had only time to let out a painful roar before crashing to the ground.

Immediately, the three knights were knocked upside down by the tremendous force of the impact, and at the same time, three pillars of blood spurted out of their mouths in unison, slashing through the air and sprinkling on their dead horses.

There were many fragments of their internal organs mixed in with the blood and water, and there was no doubt that the three heavy cavalrymen would not survive.

Although they witnessed the tragic death of their comrades, the heavy cavalry in the second row had no time to stop, and they collided with it again.

Fortunately, this time there were more of them, and a full five heavy cavalry collided with the gray giant spider, which had slowed down a lot.

The pain from two successive violent impacts was unbearable for the beast, especially this time, when it finally stopped, instinctively opened its bloody mouth, and let out a sky-piercing scream from its mouthparts, while its two front paws danced irregularly, just as the two cavalrymen who passed sideways on the left and right sides flew out.

Where it had been hit, spiderweb-like cracks were evident in its gray shell, which was not insignificant.

But these heavy cavalry also paid the price in blood.

Some people felt like they had hit a huge wall of steel, dizzy, numb, and couldn't even control the sword that looked like life in their hands, and they slipped from their fingertips and fell to the ground.

They were okay, and two of them lost consciousness on the spot, bleeding from under the heavy helmets, and it was not the long sword that fell to the ground, but their corpses.

In the first round, 20 "Black Iron Falcon Heavy Armored Cavalry" were killed and wounded, and more than half of them were killed or wounded.