"Mark! Submit! Lily used her wand to shoot a red light into the eyes of a Sivana walker who was about to sneak up on her husband. Lily's magic destroyed the enemy's eyes, and he let out a cry of pain, unable to hold the dagger in his hand, and hunched over in pain.

"Drink!" Mark let out a loud roar, picked up his axe, and twisted his waist violently, cutting off his head in one fell swoop. "Well done, Lily! But we have to work harder! Support me, I'm going to kill that digging monster! Lads! Keep up with me. "Having killed the sneak attackers, Mark is ready to slay the tunnel worms and stop the steady stream of Tangnis soldiers who are invading the castle.

"Everybody avoids! I'm going to clean up the hallways! Lily shouted. Several soldiers immediately approached and surrounded Lily, protecting her in the middle.

She raised her wand above her head with both hands, quickly drawing circles in the air, and then stabbed her wand in the direction of the corridor like a dagger with both hands.

At that moment, a Shivana walker flipped off the main beam of the hallway, hooked his feet into the hallway, and shot an arrow at Lily.

The arrow came straight at Lily's forehead, but Lily's magic had already been unleashed. With the circle that had previously streaked through the air, a spiral of flame spread down the corridor from the wand.

The arrow that was fired at Lily burned visibly from the feathers at the end of the arrow, and before it reached Lily, it became a piece of char and disappeared in a storm of flames.

I saw that the expression on the face of the Shivana Eaves Walker, who had been hiding on the beam of the house and shooting a hidden arrow, changed from smug to sure to victory, to surprise, and finally to disbelief and horror, and with a series of screams one after another, it was burned into a mass of unrecognizable wreckage.

"Don't stand stupid! The hallway has been cleared, go kill the monster! Lily shouted as she looked at her stunned soldiers.

"Soldiers! Follow me! Mark raised his tomahawk above his head and roared as he sprinted through the hallway. He could already see the strange worm and the burrow it had dug out. The cavern was as wide as several men, and a group of Tangnis soldiers and mercenaries had formed a formation in front of the cavern. The cave could clearly see the enemy army entering the castle in a steady stream, and the strange insects were rolling on the ground and crushing, doing whatever they wanted.

"Oh! The antechamber of the Wolf's Tooth Castle! What have you bastards done to our castle? Mark let out a provocative roar, and with a burst of grandeur in the roar of the soldiers behind him, he slashed into the enemy formation like a sharp axe.

He took the lead, and the moment the two sides clashed, he was already wielding his tomahawk. After such a slash, the inverted battle axe was ready to strike, and the blow that was ready to be launched not only directly almost cut a mercenary in leather armor into two pieces, but even brought his entire body and smashed into the interior of the lineup.

Several regular Targanis soldiers wearing chain mail and holding swords tried to stop Mark's sharpness, so they flattened their swords and gradually moved towards Mark in a fan, eventually surrounding him.

Mark Xin said that it was not good, in this case, he, as the captain who cut into the enemy formation, could not retreat. Once the momentum cannot be maintained, the two sides will enter a stalemate. At this point, the enemy's brief build-up will give you an advantage, and when the battle damage reaches a certain level or the main general retreats, the entire charging group will collapse. If there is a rout, it may even affect the entire battle situation.

So Mark can't go back, he has to keep moving forward, forward, and moving forward. He must go straight to the heart of the enemy - take out the mighty monster, break through the enemy's defenses, and plug up the cavern of the reinforcement.

Mark stopped, clenching the handle of the axe hard. With a loud roar, he exerted force at the waist, stepped back to the right, and slammed the tomahawk in the opposite direction, sending all the enemies in front of him on the left flying. The back of the axe of the tomahawk hit the helmet of the first soldier. There was an unpleasant echo between the axes and helmets, and the soldier's head was smashed eighty percent of his head. After that, he flew up with several people on the trajectory of the tomahawk and fell to the ground. Those unlucky people hit their heads on the ground, broke their necks, and saw that they couldn't survive, and the lucky ones also fell into a lot of meat and eight vegetables, unable to grasp their balance, and swayed on the ground, like a drunken centipede.

This move is surprisingly powerful, but it is so strong that Mark shows obvious flaws. A soldier in the rear seized the moment and stabbed Mark in the back with a sword. The angle of this sword was tricky, and it saw the seam between Mark's waist and skirt armor, and the blood that pierced straight flowed.

Mark was in pain, and he angrily elbowed the soldier to the head, then dropped his axe and pulled out the sword from his waist to deliver a fatal blow to the soldier. The sword pierced through the soldier's chest and through his back.

There were only two soldiers left besieging Mark, and when they saw Mark's appearance, these two people were directly frightened, and they stood in place and did not dare to act rashly. Mark drew his sword from the dead soldier's body, gasping for breath and staring at the two of them like a beast that chooses to devour.

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds, and Mark suddenly let out a loud roar, only to see the two men clutching their chests, spitting out yellow-green, filthy bitter-tasting vomit from their mouths, falling to the ground and convulsing, and after a while they stopped moving. These two people were directly scared to death.

The enemy's formation had been broken, and the soldiers led by Mark had torn a hole in the enemy's defensive circle, and now only the giant burrower was left.

"Honey, you're hurt!" Lily saw her injured husband gasping for breath and immediately rushed to him.

"It's okay, don't worry, lively little bird. I was just stabbed in the waist, I didn't feel it just now, but now it hurts a little, I guess I have to stay in bed for a while. Mark said. Charge, lads! Yellow-haired kid, watch your left! Mark spoke to his wife, but he did not forget that he was still a commander.

"Honey, are you hurting badly?" Lily asked distressedly, stroking her husband's armor.

"It's okay, but I obviously need to stop the bleeding. Oh, don't bother, honey, you go deal with that monster. Mark thought of his wife's terrible healing spell, and said to himself that it would be better to find a strip of cloth and wrap it around first.

Lily knew what Mark meant, she was also very helpless and aggrieved, she was not proficient in healing spells themselves, and some of her fellow witches once ridiculed her for not being a gentle and good wife. So, although she was not angry with her husband, not to mention that he was also injured, she still decided to punish him. So she drew her wand and tapped her husband's wounded armor, which lifted itself to reveal where Mark had been stabbed.

"Bear with me." After saying these three words, Lily held a flame in her hand and pressed against her husband's wound. The flames condensed precisely into Lily's fingertips, and Lily skimmed quickly over her husband's wounds. Mark hissed in pain. The pain soon wore off, though.

"I've stopped the bleeding for you, my dear, but sit here and command now, don't charge any more, we've held the enemy down steadily, and now only the worm is left, I'll deal with him."

Mark struggled to get up, but was pressed against a pillar by Lily: "Honey, if you move again, the wound will scab over!" ”

"Alright, alright, I'll just stay by this damn pillar and lean against it, little bird, stay safe." Mark said softly.

"Don't worry! Honey, you don't know, I learned a hand with Mr. Michael... ”

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Letter sent by Lena Donawan:

Dear Dom, there will be war in Zamir. Lord Slava begs me to write this letter to you, the teachings of the Spider Sect do not allow us to interfere in wars between lords in the name of the Sect. Therefore, in my personal name, in the name of a friend, I ask you to contribute to the territory of the Slava people, to our homeland.

Your friend, Lena, the Hugger.