The slave warrior began the death charge with reluctance and helplessness, but the foreseen trap and the magic that followed did not appear, and the slave warrior slowly rushed to the city, and the pressure on the siege crossbow and magic tower did not diminish at all, they were brewing.

Seeing hope, the slave warriors shouted as they looked at the massive walls.

"Let us in, please let us in. ”

There is no echo from the tall walls.

Hanyan looked at me, I didn't speak, just stared at the powerful army of the barbarians in front of me.

Cold Smoke's resolute command came from the magical communication device.

"Don't open the door!"

As the minutes passed, the hopeful eyes of the slave warriors turned to disappointment, disappointment turned to despair, and many of the warriors began to weep.

My figure appeared on the city walls.

"I'm sorry, warriors. I can't let you in, and if I let you in, I won't be able to resist the barbarians in front of me! “

A surprise suddenly appeared in the eyes of a tall warrior among the slave warriors.

He walked in front of all the slave warriors, and the warriors slowly stopped crying when they saw him come out.

He let out a deep voice.

"General, the land behind you is fertile. “

"Fertile. “

And he asked,

"General, the people behind you are well. ”

I'm definitely back.

"Well-being. ”

A smile appeared on the plain face of the tall warrior.

"I see, General, please let us die as a warrior. ”

I didn't answer, just waved my hand at Cold Smoke, who understood that a batch of training weapons had been thrown off the wall.

The tall warrior picked up the weapon beside him, and he shouted at the warrior beside him.

"Warriors, our souls have died once when we became slaves, the fertile earth behind this city, the well-being of the people after this city, now let us take up our honor as warriors, and give our people one last time! If you want to die, then you should die as you deserve. “

The already desperate slave warriors slowly picked up the weapons around them, and the godless eyes re-condensed the fortitude that belonged to the warriors. They are no longer weeping, and they are no longer grieving.

The tall warrior made a knightly salute to the wall, which contained gratitude and determination.

They took their weapons in their hands and turned to the barbarian army.

"Charge!"

"Kill!"

The shouts were not loud, and the pace of the charge was not uniform, but their spirit roared into the sky like a tiger.

The soldiers on the city wall couldn't help but leave tears, I looked at everything expressionlessly, only the cold smoke around me saw a slight crack in the city wall I was holding.

Andrew the Barbarian King looked at everything in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

"Is this the power of humanity?"

With that, he waved his hand, and a piece of spear was thrown, and the slave warriors fell in an instant, and they did not hesitate or fear, and the charge continued.

Another spear was thrown, and the slave warriors were a tenth less.

I and the barbarians can see that these warriors know that they can't compete with the barbarians, and their purpose is to die.

The barbarian king waved his hand, rows of gaps were exposed in the middle of the powerful barbarian warriors, and the powerful wolf knight began to charge, and the already exhausted slave warriors could not form any resistance, so they could only wave the knives in their hands weakly, and the wolf knights frantically slaughtered the warriors in front of them. After a while, only a few soldiers were left in the battlefield who were still fighting.

The barbarian king stood up and picked up a spear handed out by the shaman beside him.

"Warriors, I respect you, so let's give you one last ride. ”

The spear flew out with a golden glow, piercing the tall warrior's chest and pinning him to the ground.

The tall warrior's hopeful eyes slowly dimmed, and he struggled to twist his head, glanced deeply at the tall Kawajo behind him, and then closed his eyes forever.

The last warrior was also killed.