Don Quixote was like a sharp knife, stabbing fiercely into Matthew's military formation, and every time the Earl's greatsword in his hand began to swing, it was as if death had swung the scythe, and every harvest was bound to take away at least one life.

Under the opening of this sharp knife, the Earlguard and the Praetorian Guard were also inspired, like bloodthirsty hungry wolves, wielding the sword in their hands with all their might, strangling the enemy.

The whole procession used Don Quixote as a sword, and slowly advanced towards the east gate of the city of Turin.

Although Matthew's forces are strong enough to control Turin, his tentacles can't spread out of the city, and as long as he rushes out of the city gates, he can survive!

Matthew's face was so gloomy that it seemed to be dripping, and Don Quixote appeared in his calculations, but the strength of this old man was completely beyond his expectations! Judging from this guy's performance, his combat power completely overwhelmed his chief fighter Robert, and even faintly approached his most capable brother McQueen!

But no matter how strong he is, he is just one person, and a strong man who is not the top is not enough to change the situation. With this thought in mind, Matthew frantically swung his sword and shouted hoarsely, "Quick! Fast! Fast! That knight is just a bad old man, kill him! Kill him! ”

Under Matthew's command, another wave of people poured towards Don Quixote, and for a moment, the old man saw that he was densely packed with people around him, and he seemed to be stuck in a swamp. Echoing in their ears were the frenzied shouts of killing, the clashing of swords and the terrible wails of death, no matter how much they swung their swords, no matter how many corpses fell, they would only gather like a group of desperate reptiles.

No matter how strong Don Quixote is, he is only one person, his strength is limited, and the nightmare is just a monster, although the enemy is just an ordinary soldier, but the number is enough, and it is desperate enough! They seem to have only one belief, even if they use corpses to pile them up, they will die here!

The corpses had gradually become piles of corpses, and the breakthrough speed of Caesar's team had become sluggish.

The crowd tactics still worked after all.

And at this time, for some reason, Rostanford suddenly raised his head, he pointed to the sky, and excitedly shouted: "My people are here!" My people are coming! ”

Flocks of birds soared through the air, looking down on the whole of Turin with cold eyes, and then swooped down and perched on the roofs of the buildings on either side of the street.

If you look down from the sky, you can see that on both sides of the bloody street, a flock of birds of all shapes and colors are decorated into a beautiful streetscape.

The birds looked at each other and nodded, only to see that one after another clouds of black mist had enveloped their bodies, and in the mist, the birds standing on the roofs of the buildings had turned into one Drow warrior after another.

There is no doubt that the Drow are not only able to fly, they are also natural marksmen, and most importantly, they all occupy the high ground, looking down on the battlefield from a high vantage point.

The shooter occupies the high ground, so what are the consequences?

They calmly draw their bows and arrows, wind their crossbows, and then let go, or pull the crossbow machine...

At this distance, there is no need to deliberately aim at all, as long as you can shoot the arrow, it will be a feast of killing!

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Two hundred arrows slanted down like a rain with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air!

As if brushed by the hand of death, dozens of Matthew's soldiers fell like mowing grass, turned into hedgehogs, and were nailed to the ground.

Because the face was not injured, the expression of the deceased was perfectly preserved, it was a face of surprise, fear, and surprise, no one would have thought that at this fateful juncture, there would be such a strange army descending from the sky!

Looking at this scene, the warriors to whom Caesar belonged undoubtedly lifted their hearts. In the current terrain, the lethality of 200 drow crossbowmen is even greater than that of 1,000 elite soldiers of Savoy.

Don Quixote cut the soldiers in front of him in half with a sword, pointed his sword at the east gate, and shouted: "Lord Caesar's reinforcements have arrived, boys, follow me and kill them!" ”

The arrival of the Warriors of the Eternal Dark Moon was the last straw that overwhelmed the scales, and Matthew watched with a hideous face as the iron stream stepped on the corpses of his own soldiers under the cover of the Drow warriors, struggling to break through, and couldn't help but swing his sword and slash at the corpse at his feet.

Chief Staff Adams couldn't help but sigh as he watched this scene. He walked up to Matthew and admonished, "It seems that this crossbowmen force is a secret move that Caesar has been ambushing for a long time, so today, I think we should slow down the offensive in order to reduce our losses." After all, Caesar is not the only enemy of ours. ”

Matthew's face changed, he hesitated, but nodded. The so-called slowing down the offensive and reducing losses is actually to give up the encirclement and suppression of Caesar. There is no doubt that Matthew will lose the best chance of his life to kill Caesar, but it is true that, as Adams said, Matthew's enemies are not only Caesar.

Like McQueen, like the Medis family.

Although McQueen has no interest in the earldom, although the Medis family has reached an alliance with him, if his troops are lost too much and their strength is seriously weakened, who can guarantee that the allies will not turn against each other and the sheep will not turn into wolves?

No one.

What's more, according to the traditional law of primogeniture, as soon as the old count dies, he automatically becomes the count of Savoy, legal, orthodox, if Caesar dares to be hostile to him, it is legally unpopular, and it will not be recognized.

Thinking of this, Matthew swung his sword again, and under his command, the offensive of the troops slowed down, and the pressure on Caesar plummeted.

In this way, Caesar and Don Quixote successfully broke through to the eastern gate of Turin.

Matthew shifted his gaze to Adams and asked, "Next, what are we going to do?" ”

Adams pondered for a moment, and replied, "Until now, we have not seen Belea, not even Caesar. ”

Matthew's eyes lit up: "What do you mean..."

Adams looked into Matthew's eyes, and his eyes revealed a hint of cruelty and evil: "Didn't Caesar say that he loved Belia more than power?" Then we'll catch her, and then... Caesar is a fish on a board! ”

Matthew nodded in agreement.

At this time, Robert emerged from the shadows, stood in front of Matthew, knelt on one knee, and said, "I have completed the task you assigned to me." ”

After he finished speaking, he dropped a bag, and the mouth of the bag opened, and seven human heads rolled out of it.

These 7 heads are the heads of the team of seven mages, all of whom were assassinated by Robert one by one, and their heads were cut off.

"Good." Matthew clapped his hands and commanded, "Robert, I need you to do one more thing?" ”

"Your Excellency, Earl, please command."

Matthew said lightly: "I want you to find Belia and capture her alive." ”

"As you wish, Lord Count."