As time passed, Zheng Ming finally saw the figure clearly in the morning mist.

From the crooked banner that fell and appeared, it could be seen that it was a cavalry of the Tulip family.

Behind this group of Xiao Gu cavalry fleeing in embarrassment was a large number of Lizard Cavalry of the Dorn.

They let out strange screams, like hunting hunters, driving away their prey in front of them.

With a long, indecipherable scream, the Dorn's lizard cavalry picked up speed abruptly.

Soon, with the cooperation of arrows, they caught up with the Tulip cavalry in front. A light slaughter followed.

Along the way, the Tulip cavalry, who was exhausted and did not even have the weapons and armor on their bodies, was no match for the lizard cavalry.

After seeing them quickly approach, the scimitar in his hand flashed with silver light, and he easily cut off the other party's head.

There were also some powerful tulip cavalry who dodged the attack of the lizard cavalry and drew their long swords at their waists to complete the counterattack. However, he was still outmatched by two fists and four hands, and after his mount was knocked down, he was eventually killed.

With a disproportionate numerical advantage, coupled with the combat power advantage of a single soldier, the people on the city wall have not yet considered the question of whether to rescue or not. The Tulip cavalry outside the city had been overwhelmed by the waves of the Dorn.

In a matter of moments, the chaotic battle situation had stabilized. The roar of victory echoed in the battlefield where the shouts of killing had just been shattered.

The small troop of the Tulip family did not even escape to the city gates.

The Dornish soldiers, who roared to the sky and showed their bravery, gradually stopped their roars, and from the distance of the city walls, they could see that the crowd of people scattered out and flowed out of a wide passage.

A tall Dorn, covered in tattoos all over his head, dragged a bloody corpse out of the crowd. His position as a leader can be seen from his attire and the attitude of the people around him in Dorn.

With a strange cry, an extraordinarily large lizard kicked up countless dust and crawled in front of him at great speed.

The leader of the Dornes patted the lizard on the back of the lizard as it lowered its head towards him, and leaped to his feet. The corpse he was dragging was bitten off by the lizard beneath him, leaving only a head and a small half of his neck.

The leader of the Dornish let out another strange scream. The flesh-and-blood lizard below responded. After a hissing in the sky, he continued to move forward, galloping in the direction of the city gate.

on the city walls.

"Do you want to release arrows?"

Hearing the call from beside him, Lancelot stopped him with a gesture.

"Let's see what he's going to do."

Zheng Ming on the side gave an explanation that Lancelot did not say.

They didn't have to wait long before they saw the leader of the Dorn, quickly approached the front of the city, calmed the lizard, and looked at themselves and others standing on the wall.

"I know some of you know Dorne. You are surrounded by us. Live or die! We have the final say. Surrender or die! The choice is yours. This is what disobeys us. ”

Under Zheng Ming's simultaneous translation, the faces of the people on the city wall were different. Some are angry, some are frightened, some are solemn.

The leader of the Dornes under the city walls didn't care about this, only to see that the orange light on his body suddenly appeared, and the muscles on his right arm grew faintly. With a thunderous roar, the human head he had been carrying in his hand was thrown to the high wall by him.

When the Guards cavalryman, who was drenched in blood from the corpse in order to take the head, presented the head, everyone finally saw the appearance of the head.

Blonde hair, blue eyes. Typical features of a tulip family. Also with yellow hair, the Tulip Family is known for its deep blonde hair color like a flame. However, by this time, the original brilliant hair color had become mottled under the stains and bloodstains.

"Barron?"

"This is the Tulip family's Barron?"

"Isn't he one of the heirs of the Tulip family? Why is he here? No, he's dead! Or in front of us? ”

While Zheng Ming was still observing the appearance of the head, the exclamations of the noble lords came from behind him. He hurriedly looked at Lancelot, but found that both Lancelot and the two Tulip family members who had arrived earlier were frowning and their faces were gloomy.

seems to have noticed Zheng Ming's doubts, or maybe he just didn't want everyone to speculate, but made things bigger. Lancelot explained in a low tone.

"He is indeed the fourth in line to the throne of our Tulip family. Barton Celtic Tullips. It was supposed to accumulate military merit on the border battlefield. It should have been deceived by fake news and encountered an ambush. ”

Speaking of this, he looked around at the people with uneasy eyes, took a deep breath, and said loudly, "Okay." There is no fourth heir in line, and there are third, second, and first. There are also many heirs who are ranked behind him. Don't worry too much. We're thinking now about how to defeat the Dorn. ”

"Your Excellency. The leader of the Dornites is leaving. ”

Under the reminder of the city guard, everyone hurriedly looked under the city wall. Sure enough, the Dorn, after some harsh words, mounted the lizard and rode away.

"He looks like he's at least the leader of a large tribe. Although I don't think archery will necessarily be useful, it can't let him go so easily. ”

Zheng Ming's words hit Lancelot's heart.

"Shoot the arrows!"

With Lancelot's order, the soldiers, who had been preparing for a long time, drew their longbows.

The loose bowstring tauted, then relaxed again. With the humming of the bowstrings, countless arrows rained out from the city walls, heading straight for the leader of the Dorn. I saw that the tattoos on his body lit up red, and the rain of arrows seemed to hit the impregnable wall.

"Hahahaha~~~~. A bunch of cowards. ”

Zheng Ming didn't translate the words shouted by the leader of the Dorn, but everyone could still hear his contempt in the other party's ridicule.

"Bring it."

Seeing the lizard speeding away with him, Lancelot snatched a bow and arrow from one of the soldiers.

Sideways, with arrows, with bows, with a full charge, with aim, and at all, all in one go.

A silent arrow, with a tail of energy that floated like petals, was in front of the leader of the Dornites in an instant.

The leader of the Dorn, who was still laughing arrogantly, his pupils contracted violently, and he didn't care if the mount under him could bear it, so he hurriedly slapped it with all his might. Soaring into the air with a huge reaction force, he spun sideways several times in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the attack that could threaten his life.

The lizard was even more solid under his full force, and its limbs sank deep into the ground. It flipped several meters forward under the huge running inertia.

When his feet hit the ground, he found his beloved lizard mount, lying in the distance with his belly facing the sky. Wailing in pain, it is already more out of breath and less in and in.