A huge phalanx of Lordaeron's Second Legion soldiers lined up beneath the walls, their red eyes radiating fiery rage, and the cold iron weapons in their hands reflected in the nightlight.

Just a few minutes earlier, Gallisus, who had arrived belatedly with his infantry, had spotted the scene of a second explosion on the street nearest to the walled city. In the burning houses and billowing smoke, he saw scattered flesh and wounded soldiers wailing all over the ground.

Apparently, the thousand soldiers sent to monitor the docklands encountered an explosion that was even more violent than Garissus had ever seen. Except for dozens of soldiers busy rescuing the wounded, there was no one to stand on. At that moment, all the fighters of the entire Second Legion, including Garissus, knew that they had fallen into the enemy's tricks.

What is even more terrifying is that the other side chose the explosion point not under the city wall, where the crowd is more likely to gather, but on the way where the people are more dispersed. In order to inflict such heavy casualties in this situation, it is undoubtedly necessary to increase the number of bombs.

If the other party acts at any cost just to reduce the number of fighters on his side, then this experienced captain can already be sure that the enemy must have a backhand, and that group of pirates is definitely on the way to attack!

Although Garithers was not concerned about the safety of the inhabitants of Stratholme, a city outside the core of the kingdom, the current situation was at stake for his future.

Even if there is a lack of intelligence, if the pirates are allowed to invade the city, then in the eyes of His Majesty, he will only be a loser with elite warriors who is defeated by a group of pirates. At that time, even if His Majesty still trusts him, I am afraid that he will have to hide himself.

Therefore, in order to avenge the soldiers and for his own bright future, Garissus, who had arranged a defense under the city wall, angrily issued a kill order: do not let go of any living creature that attacks the city wall from the dock area!

Maybe it's because of the strict discipline of the Second Legion, maybe it's because of the prestige that Garithars usually cultivates, or maybe it's because these warriors who have just seen hell want to avenge their comrades. Although many people had some resistance to this order in their hearts, no one stood up to resist.

The surviving soldiers simply lined up in silence under the doorway, armoured and spears in hand, facing the fire-shrouded dock area below the ramp, waiting for the approaching pirates or civilians fleeing for their lives.

Looking at the elite soldiers lined up in a phalanx not far away, the fleeing local residents all showed relieved expressions. It's a pity that they don't know that the commander of the other side has been carried away by anger, and he is a guy who never treats low-level people like them as human beings.

"Flatten the spear!"

Garissus looked at the refugees who had fled to the front with a blank expression, shouted and gave the order.

"Disperse the formation, forward, stab!"

With a command, the elite soldiers from Lordaeron laid out their spears in unison, their sharp tips reflecting a cold silver glow in the moonlight.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down. The soldiers standing in the first column could clearly feel the touch of spears piercing each other's chests, and they could also clearly see the shock and bewilderment projected into the eyes of the impaled refugees in front of them.

Without the slightest suspense, relying on his strength to squeeze through the rest of the fleeers, none of the guys who rushed to the front escaped this sudden killing. There were even a few guys who were running fast who didn't see the situation clearly, and were skewered into sugar gourds along with the people in front of them.

The fallen crowd still had the ecstasy of the aftermath on their faces, but in just a second, they fell from heaven to hell. At the last moment of their lives, they could only feel the pain of the iron piercing into their bodies, the powerlessness of the passage of their vitality, and the hatred of being betrayed.

All the refugees who saw the slaughter were stunned by the events in front of them, but the unsuspecting crowd and the pirates mixed in behind them were still pushing them forward. The group at the front could only watch as their bodies were forced to meet the steel line of blood-stained spears.

Once, twice, three times. The fighters in the first two rows mechanically stabbed and pulled out, and the cries of refugees and the blood of innocent residents began to make them fall into confusion. Soon, an apparently new recruit began to take such torture, and he slowed down the pace of his shots.

However, he did not receive a thank you from the other party, and the crowd rushed up from his interrupted gap, knocking him to the ground, and then mercilessly stampede. The warrior paid with his life for his mercy.

Gradually, there were refugees on the entire front who made breakthroughs with the help of piled up flesh and blood, and all the fighters were mixed with the fleeing civilians.

Faced with the threat to their lives, the group of warriors no longer had compassion, and they began to follow the pre-battle instructions, dropping their spears, which were almost soaked in blood, and drawing their long swords from their waists. At this moment, they have only one thought in their hearts, to kill all the "enemies".

In this chaotic time, the pirates who had been hiding in the ranks of the refugees finally showed their fangs. The ferocious and cunning pirates pulled out their short weapons that they had been hiding in their bags or clothes, and aimed at the only weakness in the heavily armed soldiers, their necks.

It is impossible for a pirate's crude weapon to penetrate the sturdy armor of a soldier, so Jonah? It would be Sterling who came up with this plan to coerce civilians. Although his original intention was to deal with Stratholme's city guards, the effect was still surprisingly good against the ruthless Lordaeron army. After all, it's always easier to kill than to guard.

Hiding among the civilians and mastering the "Wild Flails" swordsmanship, the pirate leader wielded a stabbing sword and silently pierced the throats of several soldiers exposed from their armor. However, he didn't get complacent for long, and he was entangled by Gallisus, who had been watching the battle.

Faced with a bayonet-wielding pirate leader, the battle-hardened commander cleverly exploited his equipment to his advantage, carefully avoiding enemy attacks on his vital points while using his plate armor to ram the opponent's weapon while leaving a wound on the enemy's body.

Every moment, a life is lost under this ancient wall, which has been eroded by the sea breeze for many years. Whether it's Jonah? Stirling's pirates and Garethus's soldiers were all killed, and the civilians caught in the middle fell victim to the fighting.

At this moment, Jonah is in the middle of a fight with Gariss? Stirling had already noticed that something was wrong, the enemy was stronger than he had imagined, and the armor on the opponent's body was not Stantholm's insignia, but Lordaeron's royal insignia.

As an aspiring pirate, he certainly wouldn't mistake Lordaeron's royal insignia, but at a glance, he understood the identity of the other party, and he also realized that he had fallen into the thief's deception. However, it was already too late, and on a stalemate battlefield, it was impossible for him to leave safely with his pirates.

The harsh situation and the hard plate armor of the leader in front of him made the pirate leader, who had always been known for his sword skills and bravery, retreat quietly, trying to distance himself from the crazy Garissus in front of him.

However, it was obvious that the annoyed commander could not let go of the pirate in front of him, who was skilled in swordsmanship and slaughtered several of his own soldiers in succession. Garissus swung his broadsword and pressed closer, leaving no room for the other party to escape.

The cunning pirate, of course, understood that escaping was not so simple, so he turned his mind on the group of civilians who were cowering by the wall. Without the slightest hesitation, he casually pulled a thin-looking guy and threw it at the other party.

This unlucky guy is Lance, who keeps his sister behind him.

Faced with the battlefield of pirates and soldiers, the young man, like any other civilian, carefully hid by the wall. But fate apparently had no intention of sparing him, and it was only because of his thin size that he became an "obstacle" in the hands of the pirate leader to thwart Gallissus' pursuit.

First there was a volley, then a pain into the bones. Garissus's steel greatsword pierced through the chest of the oncoming young man without mercy.

Like a dead dog, the enraged commander didn't even feel good enough to give the untouchable a second look. The young man who fell to the ground endured the severe pain, and forced himself to turn his head to look in the direction where he had been, where the man was the only treasure in his life.

However, the place where the girl was supposed to lie was empty! Then, he saw Illya, who was about to suffer the same tragic fate as himself.

Apparently, the pirate leader felt that one package was not enough, and by the way, he threw the immobile girl over as well. In the eyes of this brother, it is the familiar white hair and the big sword that was cut off on the head!

At this moment, with a ding, a silver long sword slanted in front of Garissus and the girl who was about to die under the sword, and steadily parried the heavy sword.

At the same time, the girl in the blue and white skirt holding the silver blade firmly hugged the girl in mid-air, standing quietly in the middle of the battlefield, staring angrily at the crazy commander.

It wasn't until he saw this scene that this brother, who had lived for his sister all his life, finally closed his eyes peacefully.