Exactly 25 minutes passed.

Caesar had gone from being a commander at the front to a warrior through and through, because command had lost its meaning. The only thing everyone has to do is to hack or stab the enemy in front of them, only then can they win and survive. Therefore, Caesar also picked up his sword and slashed at the front line, and under his feet, there were already three more bladed swords, and his battle robe was completely soaked with blood.

The fighting continues.

On the 20-meter-wide street in front of the Second Viscount's Palace, countless severed limbs and stumps were piled up, and a large number of corpses were lying down, and the vital parts of their bodies were covered with fatal wounds, from which the blood overflowed on the road, gradually accumulating into a long river of blood.

Here, it has become a complete meat grinder.

Matthew rode his war horse, staring coldly at this cruel and bloody battlefield, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, revealing a subtle smile. The Praetorian Guard and the Earlguard, worthy of their name as elite, were attacked by ten times their number of infantry cavalry, and they were able to wipe out an equal number of warriors. However, it seems that this does not change anything, and Matthew's established strategy is to kill the enemy in numbers until Caesar's body is piled inside.

The damage of the Earl's Guard and the Praetorian Guard is close to half, and of course, the enemy has also lost 400 warriors on this battlefield, but as long as they can kill Caesar... Kill your own brother... It's all worth it.

Watching the warriors around him fall one after another, Caesar's expression became more and more grim. The number of enemies is really beyond his imagination, even those evil necromancers can only summon hundreds of skeleton warriors a day, not to mention that Matthew is only a viscount, and the standing army under his control is only 3,000 people, and half of these troops have to guard their own territory Kadelzan...

And just by sight, he could see more than a thousand soldiers, and if he wanted to control the whole of Turin, he needed at least three thousand men.

How could he mobilize so many troops?

It seems that he really colluded with the Medis family.

Thinking of this, he slashed down a light infantryman. The corpse of the enemy lay limply in front of him, his chest spurting endless blood. Caesar glanced at the broken half-sword in his hand, then discarded it, snatched the sword from the enemy's hand with his backhand, and continued to fight.

The fighting continues, but the situation has been moving in Caesar's favor. The number of enemies seems to be endless, and if a dead group is replenished, a new batch will be replenished, and Caesar's warriors cannot be replenished.

Matthew looked at another row of chopped down soldiers and asked the statistician, "How many of us lost in battle?" ”

"The latest figures, estimated at 500 people."

Matthew nodded, feeling acceptable. Because he saw with his own eyes that a soldier who did not want to die, desperately in danger of being stabbed to death, stabbed Caesar in the face.

He hesitated for a moment and shouted: "Whoever takes Caesar's head will be given 20,000 gold coins and crowned hereditary viscount!" ”

Hereditary Viscount!

As long as the head of Caesar can be cut off, then the head of the tyrant will become the nobles of Savoy for generations!

Matthew's shout seemed to be blessing the soldiers under his command with a high-level blood-devouring technique, and everyone's eyes became red, full of unprecedented enthusiasm and excitement. The opportunity to change your life and be promoted to Viscount is just around the corner, so how can anyone not be excited?

Under the ferocious attack, Caesar's pressure suddenly increased, and Caesar watched his soldiers being killed one by one, becoming a member of the corpse pile, and there was a faint trace of worry in his heart, and even... Despair.

Is it really going to die here today?

Caesar sighed softly and stabbed another warrior to death, making a final desperate resistance. Looking at Caesar's expression, Matthew also felt that the victory and defeat had been decided.

This vast number of soldiers did not appear out of thin air, but Matthew bought it for 13 years of business, and for this day, he almost murdered his own sister, he even killed his own father, and he also married Maria, a woman who is a good woman.

How much did he give?

A lot, but, worth it!

It's all worth it! As long as you can kill Caesar!

But at this moment, with the sound of violent and rapid horses' hooves, a black shadow descended in the light of the bright moonlight, and the clattering hooves of the horses trampled on the severed limbs and blood-paved streets, like the sound of war drums, and the boulder fell to the ground, splashing with dark red ripples and waves. A black shadow descended on this world like a killing god, harvesting life.

It was a knight in heavy armor riding a nightmare, he held his giant sword high, stepped on the river of blood, and rushed all the way to kill directly into Matthew's military formation!

Denisha was pleasantly surprised, "It's him!" He didn't abandon me, he came! ”

"Who is he?"

"Don Quixote!"

The nightmare under Don Quixote's crotch stared at the blood-red eyes, and directly crashed into a path in the dense crowd, and all the guys who dared to stand in the way were trampled in their chests, or directly knocked into the sky, and even worse, they were directly bitten and swallowed into the nightmare's stomach. And the knight on the horse directly wielded the giant sword, and in the dense crowd, cut a crack of death! And what fills this crack is blood and corpses!

In an instant, the blood, severed limbs, and pieces of flesh bloomed with Don Quixote's sword, and innocent lives returned to heaven under the guidance of the Count's sword. The blood stained Don Quixote's sword and armor was strangely absorbed.

Blood Drink effect, activated.

In the dark, Matthew and Caesar looked at Don Quixote, but the figure of another person flashed in their minds...

Old Earl!

The old earl of the year was so brave, so fierce, and incomparable!

Don Quixote was like an unparalleled blade, directly splitting Matthew's military formation in half!

If Matthew's promise was a high-level blood-devouring technique that ignited the soldiers' desire to fight and kill, then Don Quixote's highlight was like a courage technique, igniting the soldiers' desire to survive, reinvigorating their morale, and strengthening Caesar's determination to break through.

Don Quixote cut through Matthew's army and rushed to Caesar, he nodded to Caesar, and then said to Denessa, "I'm sorry I'm late." ”

There was also a hint of tenderness in his words that did not match his bloody temperament.

Denisha smiled, but her eyes glistened with tears, and she asked, "Can we rush out?" ”

Don Quixote casually killed a soldier and said firmly in an unquestioning tone: "Of course, I assure you. ”

Denisha nodded.

Caesar yelled, "See! The gods descend to earth! Good lads of Savoy, this is the only hope! You all have brothers, sisters, wives and children, come on, rush out together! ”

No one wanted to die, the Praetorian Guard and the Earlguard shouted and launched a counterattack!

…

On the other side, in the cloudy sky, about two hundred birds suddenly appeared, and they flew over the tall city walls and hovered over the city of Turin.

Warriors of the Eternal Dark Moon are here.