The outer walls, long in ruins, are now even more shattered, and the Oathbreakers have used up the last remaining explosives. However, with little success, the tide of the Thornheart Ghouls did not stand still, and they continued to advance steadily over the broken bricks and rubbles that lay in the path ahead, getting closer and closer to the last line of defense of the Oathbreakers.

The oathbreakers on the walls held their breath and drew their swords and bows to wait for the powerful enemy to crush them. While no one can match the combat power of these Thornheart Ghouls, they don't seem to have the ability to attack a city head-on. With this seemingly impregnable stone wall, will they be able to keep out this fearsome group of thorn-hearted ghouls?

The Thornheart Ghouls finally came within range of the archers, and the flying arrows immediately rained down on the enemy, but the damage to the Thornheart Ghouls was extremely limited.

To ordinary people, high-kinetic arrows are extremely threatening, and ordinary people will die instantly as long as they are penetrated through vital parts. Even if it is only a flesh injury, the injured person will gradually weaken due to blood loss and muscle damage, which can reduce combat effectiveness at least and lead to hemorrhagic shock at worst.

Ghouls are completely different from the living in that they do not rely on the normal circulation of bodily fluids, and the real dominant role is the flow of energy on the magical level. If you can't completely cut off the path of energy circulation or shatter their bones so that they can't convert energy into effective combat power, any form of attack will be futile.

Small arrows don't do both. Except for a few ghouls who were unfortunately shot in the heart of thorns in their chests, the enemy army, which had seen the rain of arrows as nothing, eventually gathered under the walls.

How are they going to break through this impregnable wall?

The apostandles on the walls prayed in a hurry, and the Thornheart Ghouls gathered outside the city halted their attack and spread out to make way for a passageway. The Red Eagle, their leader, stood outside the city gates under the watchful eye of the Thornheart Ghouls.

Does it have any idea of the fortified walls in front of it?

Recall that Mednach had recounted that more than twenty years ago, the Oathbreakers had taken advantage of the World War to reclaim the under-fortified city of Makas from the Nords, and that Ulfrik had recaptured the fortified fortress from them two years later. The specific method used was the dragon's roar: he used the dragon's roar to shatter the defenses of the city gates, and the oathbreaker defenders who had gathered on the city walls and behind the city gates were also in a trance under the fierce impact of the roar, and the Nord army easily took the pass into the city.

Could it be that the same experience will happen again? The Red Eagle stood proudly in front of the city gate, looking like it was about to make a move.

I lay on the edge of the cliff nervously watching Red Eagle's every word and deed. Will he erupt in rage like Uffric? It didn't seem to be clear that he was on the upswing, after all, there was no reason for a Brighton Aboriginal born and raised in Richie to learn the ancient skills of the Nords. In fact, he moved his right hand to his waist: there, a quaint longsword was quietly tucked away in its sheath, waiting for its owner to unearth its true power.

The longsword was drawn a few inches. The apostles on the walls of the city were in a massive uproar, as if they had been frightened by the swords of their swords. I couldn't see the true face of this long sword, but I couldn't help but have a sense of foreboding in my heart.

The sword was drawn in half. In the distance, I felt the burning of the sword burning, and the closer aposters on the walls could not bear the oppression of this power from the front. One after another, they threw away their armor and fled, leaving only one gate empty in front of the Red Eagle, waiting to be destroyed like a candle in the wind.

The unsheathed sword was held high above the head by the Red Eagle. The blood-colored flames reflected half of the sky, but everyone had no intention of watching this magnificent scene. The apostanders on the city walls were long gone, and any look back would make them tremble; The soldiers behind Red Eagle were a group of thorn-hearted ghouls who had no emotions to vent, and they were unlikely to show any exclamatory words and expressions.

The Red Eagle's sword slashed down with a thunderbolt, cracking the gates of the city, and even the sturdy stone arches above them collapsed completely, and even Aiola, who was hanging from me by ropes, suddenly fell silent under the awkward power. Worthy of being the most powerful oath aposter in history, he can burst out with such amazing power even after death!

However, this earth-shattering blow is not the end of everything, and the nightmare of the oathbreaker has only just begun; It was not only the last gate to the base that was shattered, but also the last ray of life in the hearts of the oathbreakers. Red Eagle retracted his sword into its sheath and stood alone in front of the collapsed city gates, while the Thornheart ghouls behind him began to advance again, pouring in through the massive gap in the middle of the wall.

At this point, Mednach gathered the remnants of his forces and put himself in a position of last standing. On one side, a few hundred discouraged and demoralized, and on the other side were ruthless and invincible battlefield slaughterers, and in desperation against an enemy force far superior to his own, Mednaki gave the order to attack.

Mednach rushed to the front of the group, a massive fireball thrown from his hand and struck precisely into the torso of a Thornheart ghoul. However, the fireball technique did not cause considerable damage, and the Raven Ghost Woman must have considered fire prevention when she turned the Red Eagle and others into ghouls, and the Thornheart Ghoul quickly got up from the ground as if nothing had happened, and continued to move forward. In desperation, Mednach could only swing the short sword in his hand and slash at it, but the blades did not cause the slightest turmoil to the enemy, but Mednaqi's arm was overwhelmed, and he had to throw down his weapon without being able to continue holding the sword. Mednach tried to resist again, but the ghouls' weapons were already swinging at him, and I couldn't bear to keep my eyes on the old man who was at the end of his life.

What happened to Mednaki happened to the other Oathbreakers as well.

One of the oathbreakers tried his best to parry the heart of thorns' ghoul slash, but the disparity between the strength of the two sides made his arm unable to withstand the massive impact, and the entire arm snapped from his elbow, and the same result fell on his neck a few seconds later.

After a tentative few tricks with the Thornheart Ghouls, one of the Oathbreakers dropped his weapon and fled, finding that he was powerless to resist; But before he could take a few steps, the enemy caught up with him and swooped his weapon through his back. The Thornheart Ghoul pulled its blade out with its foot on his back, and looked for its next target.

One of the oathbreakers was lucky enough to cut a large wound in the arm of the Thornheart Ghoul with a desperate attack, but he was immediately surprised to find that the other party had not moved after the damage, and even raised his blade to cut off his head without healing.

……

The Thornheart ghouls ran over the corpse of the Oathbreaker with a blank face, casting a cold gaze into the distance. By the time they tumble down the hillside, the vast Great Plains of their stronghold will be scorched under their feet, and the defeated Oathbreakers will no longer be able to put up any decent resistance. All hope will be completely destroyed, and the kingdom that Mednach has worked so hard to run is about to die in the flames of war.

I sighed in frustration that I had spent so much effort in vain, and that I would still end up in defeat. I finally understood what the rotten lady was up to. She didn't expect us to defeat our opponents head-on, so she set up a game at the end of the war to bring me to a place far away from the battlefield. I suppressed the rampaging Aiola on this uncared for cliff, and it was only natural that I would not be affected by the flames of war below. But I'm also forced to accept a cruel end: only the two of us will survive on this scorched earth.

It was a good and reasonable arrangement, but it was only for the Rotten Lady, and I could not have been at the mercy of her will to accept this dismal outcome. Flotra is still in the base of the Oathbreakers! If the enemy is allowed to enter the base area to burn, kill and loot itself, but do nothing, the consequences will be unimaginable.

I have to get back as soon as possible. Although the tide of the Oathbreakers is gone, I can't rewrite it, but I must at least save Flotra from the hands of these ruthless and inhuman Thornheart ghouls! The tragic fate of the apostlers should not have involved her, who had nothing to do with it.

However, as if mercilessly mocking my thoughts, just when I was in a hurry, a new change happened.

The aftermath of Red Hawk's smashing sword faded, and Aiola withdrew her gaze from the battlefield below and turned back to me lying on the cliff. I was in a momentary trance, and the overjoyed Aiola seized the rare opportunity and threw the blade in her hand at me above the cliff without warning.

Damn it...... By the time I sensed the danger, it was already too late; The danger was approaching quickly, and I didn't have time to make a perfect evasive move. Now I only have time to roll to my side in a frenzy to dodge, but if I do......

A dull slap sounded, and all the power was concentrated on my left arm. My left hand hung alone on the edge of the cliff, while my right hand tugged at the strip of cloth that bound Aiola to prevent her from falling to the bottom of the cliff.

I was dragged into a dilemma. If I want to go back and save Flotra, I must let go of my right hand and throw Aiola off the cliff; Otherwise, with the strength of one hand and the drag of one person, I would not have been able to do anything at all. But if I let go and throw Aiola off the cliff, it would be tantamount to killing the killer, and I can't accept it with peace of mind.

Faced with a dilemma, I forced myself to calm down and think carefully.

If she lets go, Aiola will inevitably fall to the bottom of the cliff and fall to pieces, and the "hard work" of the rotten lady will be ruined; And I rush back now, but I may not have time to rescue Flotra from the chaos of the war, and even put my own life on the line—the Thornheart ghouls that roam the base are simply not something I can deal with, not to mention the presence of a god-like Red Eagle there.

If I just stay here and do nothing...... Aiola will not fall off a cliff and die, but will remain in the base for Flotra...... With such a large base area, and a lot of complicated terrain in it, maybe she could hide in some remote corner and get away with it?

Damn, is it better to stay here and do nothing? My train of thought must have gone wrong! If you don't do anything, things will go in the worst direction!

What to do...... What to do...... Sweating all over my body, I gritted my teeth in a fit of rage and finally made a difficult choice.

"I'm sorry, Iola......"

The strength of the clenched right hand gradually deteriorated, and under the sweat and gravity, the strip of cloth grasped in the palm of the hand slowly began to slide.

……

“Fus！ Ro！！ Dahhhhhhhhhhhhh！！！ ”

Just as I was about to let go, an earth-shattering roar suddenly came from afar, startling me to regain my grip. (To be continued.) )