The smell of blood was the main tone on the city walls, and the soldiers who defended it were surprised to find that there were such terrifying monsters in this world. It wasn't just the form of the rat people that scared them, but the madness. A hundred nezumi rushed to the golem under the city wall, able to dodge the rain of arrows pouring down from above, evaded the attack of the iron man, and there were less than ten survivors who climbed onto the golem, and among these ten nezumi could successfully climb to the top of the golem's head, the closest to the height of the city wall, less than a palm. Less than five nezumi could make the leap, and even fewer actually landed on the walls of the Molten Iron City, sometimes colliding with each other for a better starting point, resulting in none of them being able to climb the walls, and sometimes they were running low enough to jump, and crashed headlong into the scorching wall and burned into ashes.

However, even a percentage of one out of a hundred, or even a rarer one, is a rather terrifying number for the army of rat people scattered all over the mountains. The Hammerlord's soldiers had to shoot arrows at the beneath the walls while keeping an eye out for the beasts to land, which meant that there wouldn't be too many nezumi on the walls at the same time, and the warriors with melee weapons had enough time to react to repel the enemies.

If the battle continues like this, the nezumi army will not be able to achieve any substantial results by daybreak, and the battle may end in a serious shortage of food for the nezumi as it did in the royal capital, but when the giant nezumi finally approach the city, the wind on the battlefield changes again.

"Hey, humans! these guys keep climbing up, what are you going to do?" Buckham's voice was a bit hurried as he kicked the enemy who had climbed up from the back of the giant nezumi. As the giant rat people began to approach the Molten Iron City, a large number of ordinary rat people climbed up like climbing plants clinging to large trees. It seems that they are hoping to pounce directly on the walls through their tall kind. It wasn't too much of a hassle, but it was a bit too difficult for the elves to control the giant's direction so that it wouldn't fall, and to be careful not to be killed by the ratmen who climbed up.

"Yes? I think it's okay. "Unlike the embarrassed subordinates, Leon's mood is very high right now. On the not-so-broad shoulders of the Rat Giant, the Blood Lion stood up despite the risk of being thrown off! An old hunting knife with holes everywhere seemed to have become a legendary sword that could slay dragons in his hands, and even in such a narrow and bumpy situation, Leon's footsteps and breath could be kept in a very stable state. Even after cleaning up the nezumi on his side, the knight still had the strength to reach for his weapon on the elven side and take out some of the enemies that Buckham had too late to deal with.

"Woo..."If the elves' combat skills and the knight chief on the flat ground still have the strength to fight, then the superiority of the two is very clear in the extremely harsh environment in front of him, in the same situation, Bakham must rely on the long knife inserted in the giant's body, half-squatting to ensure that he is not thrown down, which is destined to his left short knife can make a very limited counterattack.

It won't be long before this continues, and as more nezumi climb up, the elves will not be able to hold on. Fortunately, the Giant Nezumi were fast enough to even run a carriage for a while, and the distance was rapidly shortened by their stride, and the giant they controlled was not far from the walls of the Molten Iron City before they knew it. And the heat emanating from the walls reminded the Knight Chiefs and Elves that if their crazy plans failed, the fate that awaited them would not be much better than dying from the nezumi attack.

"Hehe, are you ready, boy?" The blood-spattered knight stood still, looking at the rapidly approaching steel golem in front of him without fear, he knew that the Grand Duke of Hammer would not stop the operation of the golem for the two of them, so if he wanted to return to the city wall alive, he and Bakham not only had to complete two extremely difficult leaps, but also dodge the attack from the puppet.

The elf didn't respond to the knight's question, but judging by his slightly upright figure, Buckham was trying to keep himself up with Leon's plan of action. This is not an easy task, perhaps the elves have been trained to use their weapons proficiently, but the warrior's training does not include how to jump from the shoulders of a five-meter-tall giant to the head of another puppet dummy about the same height and finally wait for the city wall, it has nothing to do with combat skills, it is all a test of physical fitness and timing. Bakham gritted his teeth and knocked down a nezumi behind him with the hilt of his backhand, if he had not doubted his skills in the jungle, this jump would never be more difficult than flying between fragile branches. But now......

The blind eye still made the young warrior uncomfortable, and Bakham was worried about whether his body's sense of balance and direction would be as good as it had been with only one eye. But now is not the time to worry about that. The distance between the giants and the iron men was so close that the elves could even see how the steel golems were using their blades to wring the nezumi who tried to climb their bodies into a clump.

"Rest assured, that won't be the end for us. Leon, who had come to Bakham's side at some point, noticed what his servant was worried about, and he just glanced at the blade on the puppet and looked away, as the knight said, the blood lion never worries unnecessarily. It's just that Leon was skeptical that the elves could keep their composure before danger like he did, so in order to relieve Buckham from the excessive tension, he added, "Besides, if you were to be ground up, there wouldn't be so much blood, you know, I've always felt that you elves have tree sap in their bodies." ”

The bad joke with a bit of racial discrimination worked, and under the stimulation of the knight chief, the elf's body was obviously relaxed a little, and at the same time, Buckham was not to be outdone and countered Leon's ridicule, "I don't know if it's tree sap flowing from my body, but if you accidentally fall into it, I'm afraid you'll get stuck in this war machine, right? ”

"Hahahaha" Leon laughed instead of being angry, he now felt that the elf next to him looked like a soldier under him. "Then let's compare and see who sets foot on the wall first?"

"I'm happy to accompany you!"

Collision, coming.

The giant nezumi have no armor on their bodies, and if those ordinary nezumi can still find some armor left by humans to arm themselves, then these big guys have no way at all, and their only protection comes from the heavy fur on their bodies. However, the sheer size of the giants gave them thick skin that was unmatched by ordinary people, and Buckham noticed that their skin was no less hard than ordinary leather armor when he stabbed his weapon into the shoulder of the giant nezumi.

So, would such a skin be effective when it encounters a golem from the Molten Iron City? The answer is no, the wisdom that has not grown compared to their size has caused the giant rats to stretch out their arms and try to control the terrifying metal golems with their strength, their fur and skin no stronger than butter in front of the swirling steel blades, and pain is not even detected later than the blood that spurts from the wounds.

"Howl!" the senses, paralyzed by the blow to his ears, were awakened by intense pain, and fear, anger, and other primal emotions took control of the giant. Feeling the weakness in its arms, it twisted violently, intending to smash the golem's blade with its left shoulder, thereby killing the knights and elves on its shoulders.

The heat from the walls combined with the air currents from the metal golem's spinning blades in front of them mixed into a suffocating hot wind, and Leon and Buckham knew they had only one chance. The golem's blade was less than ten paces away from the two of them, and the cacophony of the machine spinning the blade stirred the warriors' eardrums. There was no order, no need to give an order, and almost at the same time, the Blood Lion and his servant leaped from the giant's shoulder!

Exhale, inhale...

Bakham had never felt that a breath had taken so long, but as he leapt to the head of the golem and felt the killing machine writh to the soles of his feet less than a fist away, the noise and tension of the battlefield seemed to have been a long time ago. In a moment, ten thousand years. The elf thought a lot, he remembered the forest of his homeland, his childhood yearning for the human world and the contempt of his kindred.

But what does it matter? I have lost an eye, but now I am here on an adventure that countless people could never have dreamed of! Time resumed its flow as the elf's courage rose, gravity pulling the two bodies downward, and at their feet, the heads of the puppets, either coincidentally or deliberately. "Roar!" Bakham subconsciously roared, at this moment, all the so-called elf reserve, the arrogance of the sons of the forest, those ancient traditions and creeds were far behind him, left on the shoulders of the giant nezumi to be torn to pieces by the cold steel blade!

"Bang!" beneath his feet, solid metal, Leon glanced at his servant, and smiled with satisfaction when he saw something burning in Bakham's eyes, the growth of a warrior can only be completed between life and death. Now, his little henchman is one step closer to a qualified fighter. However, this was not the time to celebrate, the top of the golem's head was not safe, and not to mention the nezumi who were preparing to fight the two of them for this limited space, it was impossible for the steel golem to remain in one position, and they did not have enough time.

But so what? The foot that lands is the left foot, and then the force of the forward rush, the right foot stomps heavily from behind to the front of the body, and the power bursts from the heel, and the toe leaves the metal to the extreme. The so-called urgency, the so-called one-time strike, is meaningless in front of a seasoned warrior, even if the blade is added, the mind tempered in life and death has only one reaction, calm.