Whether Leon's hunch will come true or not is not yet known. What is certain, however, is that with the witches forced to retreat, a large number of nezumi alone will not be able to capture the Molten Iron City. Even if there are a staggering number of giant individuals mixed in with them, the trebuchets behind the walls are enough to knock these stupid big ones down from a great distance, and those who are lucky enough to dodge and get close to the city walls will be surprised to find that there are several warriors on the city walls who can compete with them for a long time with their individual strength alone, not to mention that there are cursed crows on the battlefield in the distance, and the curse of the spell is really unguardable in such a chaotic battle.

It's a wonderful feeling to be in such a battle, death is clearly around you, and it can pull you into the dark quagmire at any time, but too much blood and roar has caused a subtle numbness on the battlefield. They may even have the illusion that they are not on the battlefield, that everything that is happening in front of them is just an illusion that is too real, perhaps just listening to some distant story told by the bard after drinking too much in the tavern. All killing and defense became an emotionless instinct, and the soldiers subconsciously brandished their weapons by relying on the thousands of consistent movements on the training ground on weekdays, and there was no anger or despair in their eyes, only the warm blood splattered on their faces could make these people wake up from this state. And many people watched in this numbness as the rat-man's claws tore open their stomachs, watched their internal organs flow out, and died indifferently.

"The soldiers are so tired. "There was no need for the Blood Lion to bring this up, Andre had already noticed it. Although the Grand Duke of Hammer has been in charge of the government for many years, as he himself said, the training of dwarves as warriors has never slackened. But in this way, he can also feel that his physical strength is constantly consumed in the long battle, you must know that Andrei has carefully controlled the force used for each attack, if he feels tired, let alone ordinary soldiers?

"What about the reserves, let the reserves come up and replace them!" said the Duke, grabbing one of the lieutenants behind him, and yelled at the poor man who was also tired and choking. The officer shook his head for a few seconds before he understood what his commander was talking about, and then replied resignedly, "My lord, the last reserve was put into battle an hour ago!

Andrei cursed and let go of his grip on the adjutant's collar. In fact, he had already guessed this situation, and when he left the battle platform, he handed over the rotation of personnel on the battlefield to his staff officers, and the reason why he still asked was just to hold on to the last bit of luck. The dwarf's anger led directly to the rat people around him to suffer, and the Archduke of the Hammerhammer's war hammer, though short, was more deadly than a spear, and Leon found an opportunity to talk to him again when the dwarf knocked down the fifth nezumi.

"It's not a way to go on like this, the number of casualties among the soldiers is increasing, and it's still some way from dawn. Don't you have any other defensive weapons you can use?" "The knight's physical strength is not unlimited, in order to save his physical strength, Leon no longer directly confronts the nezumi head-on, more often he chooses to respond in areas where the war is tight, saving those soldiers who are powerless to fight back. Therefore, the Blood Lion deeply felt the exhaustion of this army, although the warriors of the Molten Iron City were strong, they had never experienced such a long battle, and the opponent was still a special creature like the nezumi, their combat pressure can be imagined.

"Damn, if I had a hand hidden at this point, I'd be a bearded dwarf! Grand Duke Hammer said through gritted teeth. Of course, he knows the way of war well, and in a battle, as long as there are no mistakes in the strategic confrontation, it will not cause huge casualties, and as a commander, what he hates the most is the current situation, and the battlefield with no tactics at all is a meat grinder for soldiers to fill with flesh and blood.

However, the battle finally did not last until dawn, and when the Blood Lion and the Duke no longer communicated and focused on conserving more of their physical strength, a herald who had been following André suddenly shouted excitedly. "Look! the rats seem to be trapped by something!" the dwarf, trapped in height and unable to see under the walls, slammed into his anxiety and pushed the rats in front of him off the walls, so that he could see what the herald was shouting.

I saw that in the distance of the wall of the molten iron city, a strange fault appeared in the carpet-like procession of the rat people, and the black tide was blocked by the waist, revealing the color of the land. The dwarves could clearly see with their eyes that the nezumi who were rushing in the front row suddenly turned around and attacked their companions behind them without warning, and their sharp claws were used mercilessly on their kind, and the nezumi who were charging behind were completely dumbfounded by this unprepared attack, and they could not understand why the people in front of them would act like this when the food was close at hand. Not only the nezumi, but also the humans who observed this on the city walls looked at each other, and the reaction of these nezumi was so abnormal that they could not find a reasonable explanation.

The same goes for the Grand Duke of the Hammer, but the dwarves who were once adventurers know very well who to turn to when something other than common sense happens in front of them. "What about the wizard? Did any of you see that gray-robed guy?"

By the time André found the crow, the sorcerer was limp and unable to move in an inconspicuous corner, the price of his spell. Grand Duke Hammer pushed away several of the soldiers he had assigned to the Cursed Raven and walked over to the Greyrobe. "Did you do that?" Andre didn't see gratitude on his face, his aversion to magic made him not like the surprise, who knows if such a situation would happen to him one day.

"Don't be nervous, I don't have what it takes to make such a big impact on those rats. I just made a deal with a being. Raven shrugged, trying to squeeze out a smile. While this is true, communicating with a high-ranking being is an extremely dangerous thing in itself, and it is not surprising that the sorcerer has exhausted his physical strength in order to complete the transaction.

"If you want to make a deal with the devil, do it, don't get us involved!"

"Rest assured, the price of this deal has already been paid off. We don't need to pay for anything. The wizard raised an eyebrow and responded casually, the relaxed expression on his face that made the Duke's anger extinguish a lot. The dwarf looked at the wizard with a frown, and continued to ask uneasily, "Who would be so kind to help us?"

The Raven didn't answer the question directly, just smiled meaningfully. "Well, who doesn't have a few rivals? Dawn is coming, so you better think about what to do with the future. ”