A group of tin cans burst out of the fire and roared loudly towards the eight big men.

And behind them, there were five or six people who did not rush out, and two people who were lucky enough to rush out, but unfortunately they were already entangled in flames.

It's not that they're not weak, but a large part of them are contaminated with devil's oil at the beginning, and a small part is because they fell to the end, but in the end they didn't retreat, but continued to rush forward, but because they stayed in the fire for too long, they couldn't rush out.

The pain of being continuously burned by the flames was simply irresistible, and such an inhumane way of death could not be endured even by an iron-beaten man, exposing his weak side.

"Ahh

The terrible screams echoed in the city of Akeam, and when the people heard the screams, they couldn't help but shudder and huddle on the grass.

Blood dripped from under the cow's helmet, steel teeth seemed to be in a steamer, and his armor curled with green smoke and beads of sweat dripping and creaking on it.

"Ah......h

He heard the miserable roars of his brothers behind him, and he couldn't help but roar angrily.

His roar elicited a response from his brothers around him, and the roar suddenly rang out.

More than a dozen people emerged from the corner and stood behind the eight big men.

Each of them was armed with a spear of four or five meters, which was far thicker and longer than the two-meter spear that people in the desert were usually used for.

The oversized spear glowed coldly in the light of the fire, and they lowered it and rested it on the shoulders of the eight big men.

The eight big men took off the shields behind them and blocked them, grabbed their spears and rested on the shields, and led a dozen people behind them to rush forward with shouts.

Others are afraid of the Iron Army, but they are not.

They had been trained by the inhuman nature of skeletons, had plenty of meat and potions from a mysterious man, and had sophisticated weapons and shields.

They will use their own strength, and they will use iron and blood to tell each other that they, the Agiles caravan warband, are the strongest of all the warbands of Akeam.

Syllable!

There was a dull thud, followed by a continuous clash of iron, and a group of tin cans and a large hedgehog slammed into each other.

For a moment, the spear broke, the shield twisted, and the armor was pierced.

Steeltooth felt the heart-rending pain all over his body, and he roared angrily, holding his mace high and slamming it into the shield in front of him.

One time! Twice! Three clicks!

In just a moment of contact, he felt the extraordinaryness of the group of warriors in front of him, they were all so well-trained like his brothers, and they were completely different from those "rabble".

He smashed on his shield, and the opponent's shield relied on the shield, layer upon layer to resist his attack, each of them taking a part of it, turning his fierce strength into invisible.

But it doesn't matter, he believes that as long as he is given a little time, he can forcibly break the turtle shell, but unfortunately, this is not a one-on-one battle, and no one will give him this time.

Cold spears shook in front of him, stabbing at his armor, sparks sparkling, slipping away, or piercing through the armor into his body.

There was a constant cracking sound from the spear, and then the shaft of the spear snapped, and sawdust flew everywhere.

But then a new spear came up and continued to stab desperately.

Beside him, the sound of falling to the ground was constantly heard, which made Gangya angry, made Gangya helpless, and made Gangya unwilling.

It was an unfair battle, the first fight and chase drained their stamina, the final flames caused them to start with a lot of casualties, and the armor became slightly weaker due to the flames.

Immediately afterwards, the two sides collided, and even at this time, it was not fair, the cold arrows constantly flying above their heads were so accurate that they could always find the weakest point of their armor, and then bring casualties.

And the other party, waiting for work, is at the peak at the moment.

"Ahh

Steel Fang roared, bleeding in one eye and tears in the other, and the mace he held aloft could no longer be smashed.

He was held against five or six spears, constantly retreating, constantly moving away from the shield.

He pulled out an iron egg and threw it with all his might.

Unfortunately, his awkward posture prevented him from exerting his full strength, and was easily blocked by the shield on the opposite side.

He drew the short sword at his waist and slashed it with great force, the result of the master blacksmith, a gift from his father Anglev.

Click!

The spear was cut off, and the cut was smooth.

He rushed forward, followed by a spear stabbed in the chest.

The spear without the spearhead could no longer hurt him, but it still managed to stop him from getting closer.

Puff puff puff......

A few more spears pierced into his chest, and the intense pain made Steel Fang scream, and his strength began to weaken, and he was pushed back by the spears.

It's a desperate situation.

Now there are only seven people left alive in the ironclad army.

They were pushed backwards, and the flames began to lick their legs.

The power that erupted before dying was huge, and the moment they first came into contact with the fire, they actually instantly pushed the Agreus Wargroup back a few steps, but after all, there were many people and great strength, so they quickly stabilized, and gradually exerted their strength, pushing the ironclad army back again.

And this time, they never managed to break out again.

A series of screams rang out, and one by one, the ironclads were pushed into the fire and burned alive by the fire.

Steel Fang had become a hedgehog, but he was still holding on, but soon, his hand was hit by a spear, and the fingers of the iron glove shattered, and two fingers were broken, but he could not grasp his heavy mace, and the mace fell to the ground.

One man suddenly rushed up, the steel teeth roared angrily, and struggled hard, but he was held in place by seven or eight spears, unable to move, and could only watch as the man approached quickly, raised the war hammer, and fell with a hammer.

Clang!

The sound cracked through the eardrums, and the twisted helmet fell to the ground.

Steel Fang fell to his knees, his blood-soaked face buried in the shadows in the light of the fire, and his head, which had always been high, drooped.

At this moment, the horizon has begun to redden.

Steel Fang raised his head, spitting blood, and stretched out his hand to touch the light.

Then, a sharp arrow fell from the sky and pierced his skull with a "poof".

Bang!

Steelfang's heavy body fell backwards, and most of his body fell into flames.

Cracking sound!

The flames are still burning.

The members of the Achilles Caravan stood proudly, proudly squatting at the people on the other side of the flames.

They were Agrev's men who had followed the Ironclad here, but they weren't as strong as the Ironclad, and they were slow for fear of being ambushed.

When the flames burned, they arrived.

They didn't have the courage of the Iron Army, so they didn't dare to cross the flames.

They tried to make a detour, but were sniped by bows and arrows.

In the end, he could only watch as the ironclad army on the other side of the flames was wiped out.

Shock, timidity, and fear haunted their hearts, and without the ironclads, they would not have the courage to fight.

They slowly retreated, they decided to return to the Angrev mansion and wait quietly for the result, whether good or bad, better than dying here.

There are also some stupid guys who have the little idea to go back to the Angrev mansion while the chaos is in the middle of the chaos, but they are all fools after all.

This is a desert, and there is no place for them to run with their treasures, so once they do do it, the outcome is almost certain.