Although the soldiers swarmed forward to stop the mad orcs, as more and more orcs reached the walls, the balance of war had quickly tilted in the direction of the orcs.

Will stood on a high place, shouting and commanding the soldiers with all his might, but the front line was constantly collapsing, and one by one the soldiers fell on the city wall, spraying blood from their foreheads, staining the comrades around him red, and the same staining the mottled city wall.

At the same time, the wolf blade also grabbed the rope and climbed the city wall. Although the rope is only the thickness of a finger, it is woven from vines that have grown in the mountains for decades, and then dried, soaked in oil, then dried, and then soaked in oil, back and forth more than a dozen times. It looks inconspicuous, but the rope that has been treated in this way has long been unexpectedly tough. Esvarig's strength could not cut it off, and until now he insisted on letting all the werewolves climb the walls.

The green skins that came up rushed into the human array, already glued to the human soldiers, and the wolf blade jumped off the wall one by one with the other werewolves. The ground inside the walls was littered with the corpses of humans or orcs falling from the city, which was nothing with the agility of a werewolf.

"Stop them, stop them." The centurion, who had been ordered by Swarig to block the gates, saw the werewolves jumping from the towers at a glance and immediately shouted to gather the soldiers.

The soldiers, who were carrying stones behind the city gate, quickly put down the stones in their hands, drew their weapons, picked up the shields on one side, and ran over.

But it was still too late, and the Wolf Blade moved far faster than they thought. Before the soldiers could form an array, they pounced on the other werewolves.

And the soldiers who did not form an array were only in vain to face these elite werewolves alone.

One by one, the soldiers were slaughtered by werewolves, and the centurion was also cut off by the wolf's own hand with a sharp claw.

"I still like it more than these weapons." Seeing the centurion fall down with his neck covered, the wolf blade shook his hand, shook off the blood on his claws, and said jokingly.

A hundred-strong Roman army was quickly slaughtered by wolf blades, and the ground was covered with the corpses of the soldiers, and the blood soaked the ground and merged into snow water flowing in the canal by the curb.

"Hurry up, remove all these stones for me, the leader is still waiting for us outside the city." After killing all the human soldiers, Wolf Blade summoned all the werewolves and commanded.

At this time, most of the city gate had been blocked, and most of it was filled with stones of various shapes, burying half of the huge city gate. The werewolves moved quickly, carrying the stones.

Although Will at the head of the city saw the situation under the city, he was anxious and angry, but he couldn't help it. All the soldiers were dragged on the city wall by the greenskins, and without the support of long-range firepower, it was not easy for the soldiers to block the greenskins. He had no troops to draw at all, so he could only watch as the werewolves in the city moved stones out one by one.

"Roar ....." Suddenly, a loud roar sounded in the snow, it was a barbarian, and the second leader rushed over from the city wall with the barbarian warriors. With tomahawks in hand, gaping mouths and red eyes, these orcs are more than just enemies of humanity. They and the White Bear Tribe have a deep enmity in the sea of blood, and when the enemy met at this time, his eyes were immediately red.

Outside the city, Theron stood beneath a curtain of snow, and the falling snow fell on his shoulders, forming a thick layer of snow. He watched coldly at what was happening in the city.

The werewolves standing beside Theron couldn't help but take a step back slightly, the bloodthirsty murderous aura that even their werewolves felt terrified.

"Inform Wolf Blade, don't worry about those barbarians, he just needs to open the city gate for me now." Theron turned to the werewolf behind him.

"It's... Chieftain. The werewolf walked away quickly.

Theron watched all of this coldly, his purpose in attacking Bulltown was for the White Bear Tribe. If it weren't for that, even if it was the Shadow Wolf's orders, he would still not care too much. These barbarian warriors are not his target, all the barbarians of the White Bear Tribe in the city are his target, and he wants to exterminate the White Bear Tribe.

"Svarig, Svarig." At the head of the city, Will Gaosheng shouted: "Come down to the city, get down to the city, the werewolves are destroying the city gates, and they must not be allowed to succeed." He didn't know that it was the second leader who was leading the barbarian warriors at this time, but none of that mattered, he shouted eagerly.

The second leader turned around and looked, and sure enough, he found many werewolves carrying stones behind the city gate, he was in a hurry, called out to his people, and quickly rushed towards the direction of the steps with a group of barbarian warriors.

But the greenskins and werewolves firmly blocked them, and although the barbarian warriors were strong, whether it was the greenskins or these elite werewolves, they were worthy of becoming enemies with them. The battle situation is stalemate, and they have no choice but to advance.

The blood-soaked castle was slippery, and the second leader severed a greenskin's arm with an axe, and then watched as the greenskin slid to the city screaming and falling to the bottom of the city, and then screamed and got up, roaring at him angrily.

"Jump, jump." Seeing this, the second leader immediately roared with red eyes, and then he jumped from the top of the city without hesitating to hold his weapon, and slashed the green skin that was still breathing.

There was a thick layer of corpses under the city, which had a good cushioning effect, and the second leader quickly came back to his senses after the initial confusion, pulled out the battle axe from the greenskinned corpse, and yelled at his companions on the city cast, while holding the double-sided axe in both hands, and rushed towards the werewolf.

"Roar Roar Roar ......" had the second leader take the lead, and the other barbarian warriors jumped down from the city one by one, and then roared and followed the footsteps of the second leader, roaring and pounced on the werewolves.

The second leader suddenly jumped off the city wall with the barbarians, to the surprise of the wolf blade, but only for a moment. He quickly came back to his senses and led the werewolves to meet them in the same way, who were not afraid of any war.

"Even... Ah.....h Screams rang out one after another, and some werewolves had their necks cut off by barbarian warriors' battle axes, or their entire bodies cut in two. There are also barbarian warriors who have been bitten by werewolves in the neck, or have their chests cut out by a single grab.

And there is only one second leader in the eyes of the wolf blade, and that one is the strongest barbarian. He had seen him, in the White Bear Tribe, but in the end let him escape.

He knew how much the leader hated the barbarian, so he prepared the barbarian's head as his own trophy and offered it to the leader.

The second leader also noticed the strong werewolf in armor, holding a weapon in one hand and claws in the other. He's not smart, he doesn't know him, but in his eyes, whether it's a greenskin or a werewolf, he deserves to die.