Lawrence's support was much earlier than Jack had predicted, and a large number of numbered people in good condition poured into the battle, greatly reducing the pressure on those numbered who were pressed and beaten, and although the effect of the frenzy potion had only passed half of the time, the crazy orcs who had not been replenished were wiped out in the battle with each other and the numbered ones, and were covered by several rounds of attacks from Gondor's side, and now there were not many left, just barely blocking the way of the dark camp numberers.

"Get out of here!" Bieber rushed into the half-orc crowd first, and immediately activated the tearing skill on his weapon, and the crazy energy turbulence forcibly opened a bloody road in the half-orc crowd, and the creatures that stood in the way were all torn to pieces without exception, although the many numbered people who saw this scene were used to seeing life and death, but they still couldn't help but feel sick.

Following the path that Bieber had opened, several extremely fast Wind Swordsmen rushed out, aiming for the Gondor Numberers not far ahead, while the others who were a little slower were working with the surviving ones to widen the gap and gradually clear the crazed Orcs.

Lawrence frowned when he arrived, although he expected the situation to be terrible, but he did not guess that Jack's men would be beaten so badly, not only losing all the trolls who opened the way, but also many casualties.

"What about Jack and the others?" Lawrence pulled over an exhausted numbered person and asked, he needed the help of these people to attack the enemy on the opposite side, but he was not a direct member of these numberers, so he desperately needed Jack's help.

"No, I don't know!" The numbered man said with a look of frustration on his face, the wounded who had withdrawn from the battle nearby to save their lives all had similar expressions, each of them had the blood of the orcs on their hands, and the reputation of the camp that killed the most was almost at the bottom.

Lawrence frowned, as a commander. The subordinates didn't even know where their position was, and Jack was indeed very derelict in his duties.

"I don't think you need to look for it, Jack is already dead, and in order to delay us time, he rushed to the opposite crowd alone." A grim-faced numbered person casually said, a bloody wound on his shoulder, and the forearm of his left hand gone. Lawrence recognized the numbered man, he was the number three of Jack's faction, and he was very strong, but at this time it was such a miserable picture. Lawrence believed he had underestimated the magnitude of the war.

The surprise attack of the allies and the timing of the return of the enemy on the opposite side were very clever, and the numberers of the original dark camp stretched their formations very loosely in order to maximize their strong individual strength, and most of the numberers were surrounded by several or even a dozen orcs at that time. Lawrence thought of this and admired the person who made this plan, there is no doubt that this person is estimated to be the lord number Hebrew on the other side, David has collected information about this guy before, but Lawrence has not confronted this guy head-on, and now Jack has gone to thunder for himself. As a result, he gave up his life.

"Do you just admit defeat? Whoever can move comes with me, and we'll kill them back. Lawrence didn't let go of such an opportunity to win people's hearts, anyway, Jack was dead, and he didn't need to worry about anything anymore. Mobilize those who number it directly.

The guys who can survive such an ambush, except for a few lucky people, the other numbered people are all strong enough, and they are all shocked when they hear the order to counterattack. With such a big loss in the advantageous situation, they were already very angry, and many people stood up and followed Lawrence's team with their injuries. But more people chose to withdraw from the battle, and the previous rounds of attacks on Gondor's side were really a bit of a drain on them, and many of them were no longer in a state suitable for fighting.

The dark side was bolstered and sounded the horn of a counterattack, while the Gondor side was caught in a dilemma.

The wolf has ordered to retreat several times, but there are still many scattered numbered people who are unwilling to let go of those who are already weak, the gains ahead have made them red-eyed, and the temporary victory has made them begin to see the situation clearly.

Several times he wanted to abandon these people directly, but the wild wolf couldn't make this decision, he wanted to bring back as many numbered people as possible, because they were the main force in the battle later. For this reason, the wolf had used all his forces to the front line of defense, but this move only strengthened the reluctance of those who numbered them to leave.

"What else is the wolf doing there?" The Hebrews were about to retreat to the third floor with their elite troops, but they found that the wolves were still fighting.

The enemy's counterattack came faster than the wolf had imagined, and the Wind Swordsman in high speed movement was the most difficult opponent, although slightly weak in attack power, but more than enough to deal with the Gondor's shield guards who were deployed at the front.

"They're coming in!" One of the numbered members of the Gondor camp turned around and ran when he saw that the situation was not good, and this run led to other numberers nearby, some of whom wanted to continue the attack, some who wanted to retreat, and some who were stunned and at a loss, and the originally neat formation immediately became a mess. Seeing this, the wolf knew what was going to happen, and immediately began to retreat with the part of the numbered people who were still under his command, but the huddled crowd made it difficult to fully carry out the operation.

The wild wolf finally thought that there were a large number of scattered people mixed with these numberers he carried, and it was no longer the original team that cooperated tacitly, maybe it was okay to have a good fight, but once he felt dangerous, he would definitely take care of each other with the habits of the numberers.

It's hard to imagine that the numberers of the Gondor camp who had just had the advantage and fought well were actually messed up by a few enemies, Jack's previous suicide stab really left too much shadow on them, although they finally surrounded the enemy, but they were also made insecure by that raid, otherwise no matter how bad it was, the numberers would also test the strength of the other party before considering other things.

"All retreat! Go as much as you can, and leave the troops behind. Seeing that a total rout was about to take place, the wolf no longer insisted, and immediately made the decision to lose the car and report to the commander, I have to say that this decision was quite correct in the current situation, and most of the numbered men of the Gondor camp did flee while leaving their troops to delay the pursuit of the enemy, and the enemy who was still harassing them was also blocked by the miscellaneous soldiers who surrounded them.

The wolf glanced at the situation behind him and sighed, if everyone on his side still had the mind to fight. At this time, it is completely possible to cover those enemies who are restricted from moving with attacks, even if they can't kill them, they can force them back, and then calmly retreat, but unfortunately it is too late, all he can do now is to run more simply.

The Gondor's soldiers' resistance didn't last long, after all, a lot of troops had been consumed in order to get the opposite numbered person to take the bait, and the number of remaining soldiers was not very large at this time.

The Dark Faction Numberer Vanguard who broke through the barrier quickly caught up with the slowest group of Gondor Numberers, and then slowed them down with harassing attacks once the opponent had the intention of confronting them. Immediately change targets and chase down the next person, while the Gondor-numbered who has slowed down is engulfed by the large force of enemies who follow suit.

The screams behind them made the retreat of the Gondor numberers even faster, and the defenders on the three walls also noticed their distress and supported them with arrows, but the dark side bit their tails and tore off pieces of flesh from time to time.

"Damn, at such a distance, the soldiers on the third floor will not leave us a door!" Seeing that the enemy was chasing quite closely, the wolf's heart gradually sank. If you can't successfully enter the third floor, your group will end up being besieged and killed in front of the city gate by the opposite side.

Someone must stand up and break the queen, otherwise everyone will definitely have no way to live, and the wild wolf knows this very well. But how many people will stand up for his call, after the previous rout, he really has no faith in others.

Seeing that it was about to reach the third level of the checkpoint, the wild wolf could even see the Hebrew and others stuck at the city gate to prevent the soldiers from closing it. But as the wild wolves got closer and closer to the city gate, the faces of the generals defending the city were getting worse and worse, and the nearby soldiers began to aim their arrows at Hebrew and the others intentionally or unintentionally. If they dare to obstruct the closure, they will be dealt with on the spot as treason.

With a look of helplessness, Hebrew led the men to give up their place at the gate, he had received numerous warnings, the prestige of the camp had dropped again and again, and the ultimatum of the defending general had made him give up his insistence, and the gate was slammed shut under the desperate eyes of the fleeing numberers.

The numbered person who ran at the front subconsciously slowed down, and the blank expression on his face made the soldiers on the city wall look away and couldn't bear to look at it anymore. At this time, the effect period of the potion of madness had passed, and the angry roar of the orc army sounded not far away again, and the tragic situation of their companions at the city gate made them even more ferocious, and to add insult to injury, a terrible roar was heard in the sky in the distance, and several dark shadows appeared in the sky, and Sauron's number one minion, the Witch King Lagmar, finally arrived at the battlefield with the other Ringwraith Knights.

"We are abandoned!" The wolf looked at the closed gate and muttered, although he had a premonition that something like this would happen, but when it really happened to him, the sense of loss was really indescribable.

Finding the situation ahead, the numbered people of the dark camp slowed down the pace of pursuit, and the opponent's dying counterattack and the archers on the city wall will threaten them, rather than fighting against the arrows on the wall and the group of numbered people, waiting for the support of the orc allies to do the action is undoubtedly a better choice.

The ensuing Gondors who were turned away endured a very difficult three-minute standoff, spontaneously forming a tight formation, holding their shields aloof, standing side by side against the gates, but with no hope of survival. The enemy on the opposite side stared at them as if they were looking at the slaughtered livestock, and the half-orcs were getting closer and closer, and the final moment had finally arrived.

"Kill!" The orc troops finally arrived, and the soldiers at the head rushed forward with a roar, and an arrow from the wall stuck his roar in his throat halfway through. The rain of arrows poured down from the walls, but it did not hinder the surging orc army, and they quickly passed through the firepower of the walls, colliding with the numbered ones who were holding on, and the fierce annihilation battle finally began.

The numbered men of Gondor pressed the rushing orcs behind their shields, their weapons constantly interspersed through the gaps, and the slippery blood began to accumulate on the ground in front of the city gates, and from time to time the orcs slipped and fell to the ground, and then trampled to death by their own men.

The gap reserved by the Gondor numberers was compressed smaller and smaller by the orcs, and the last row of warriors had to lean against the city gate, and from time to time some of the numberers in the front row fell, and they never got back to their feet.

The companions in the back row of the Wolf Group unleashed an attack. The dense formation of the orcs caused them heavy losses under this attack, but more orcs quickly filled the gap, giving the numbered ones no respite.

"They're no longer good, let's go!" Lawrence saw that the strength of the opponent's attack was very weak, and decisively let the numbered ones on the dark side take the opportunity to take advantage of it, as for the archers on the city wall, they had long been suppressed by their orc crossbowmen and could not raise their heads.

At this moment, a frightened scream was heard from the upper defense area of the White City, and a Gondor hoplite fell from a higher place, landing right at the gate of the city, startling both sides. The wolf took advantage of the opportunity to look up. Later, it was found that several Ringwraiths were wreaking havoc in the sky above the White City with unknown wurm, and human soldiers were constantly caught by the wurm under them with their claws and fell into the air, which greatly damaged the morale of the defenders.

A wurmmon skimmed over the four-story wall, its sharp claws snatching out several soldiers with a heavy lift, and then tossed them at the trebuchet in their wails, whose bodies were smashed into flesh by the force of the impact, and the trebuchet shattered the ground under the subsequent impact of the wurmon himself, and fell to the wall with a terrible sound. Seeing this, the orcs began to cheer, and then responded to the Ringwraithroth Knight in the sky with an even more rapid attack.

On the three-story wall of the White City. Several soldiers looked at the bloody and blurred traces on the ground at a loss, the Terran general stationed on the third floor had just been hit by the trebuchet fragments that fell from above, although there were still low-level commanders at all levels in each part directing the battle, but the soldiers were still inevitably in a panic.

When the Hebrews saw this, they lost all hope of rescuing the group of people outside the door. Whoever takes over the command here will not risk opening the gates, and it may not be long before even this gate will be able to stop the orcs. Trolls with battering rams in the distance are already coming here.

The wolf stabbed his weapon outwards with all his might, fiddling with it a few times before retracting it, not knowing if he had stabbed his enemy. can only rely on his obsession to continue thrusting, the shield in his hand has long been tattered, and the left shoulder has lost consciousness because the top shield has been swollen.

Vaguely, the wolf seemed to hear someone shouting to open the city gate, he thought he was hallucinating, and after shaking his head vigorously, the wolf found that his head was even more confused, but he heard the shout of opening the city gate again.

"Sir, do you really want us to open the gates?" The soldier standing behind the deadbolt reconfirmed.

"I've already said it twice, don't make me say it a third time, carry out the order, soldier." A resolute voice spoke, and Hebrew was already eager to move the deadbolt.

A orc who was besieging the Gondor number suddenly felt a darkness above his head, and he subconsciously raised his head to look at the sky, and found that a dark shadow was constantly enlarging in his eyes.

"Poof!" The stones that fell from the sky smashed into the densest place of the orcs with a muffled sound, and then the stones shook off the shredded flesh attached to the surface, slowly revealing their true appearance.

"It's called Heavenly Ente!" A large stone palm slapped a circle of orcs away from the vicinity, and then a muffled sound rang out, and Golem Ent announced that he had descended here, and the tall, heavy body held the surviving Gondor numberers tightly behind him.

"Damn, it's Reed!" Bieber couldn't help but cry out when he saw Ente's fierce appearance, as if the figure had caused him great panic.

Lawrence silently restrained the shock in his eyes, and then used the spatial identification technique to probe the attributes of the stone giant, and a series of question marks in the spatial description in addition to the upper limit of blood volume made his heart sink, which showed that the strength of the summon in front of him exceeded his own by a lot.

"Attack, this guy only has 3,000 HP, we can destroy it in one round!" Lawrence quickly shouted out the countermeasures against Golem, and the numberers of the dark camp also reflected it, and sent their best moves to the Golem who was in front of him, and three thousand HP points was not a problem for the numbered people in the formation.

There was a flurry of rubble, and Ente was severely traumatized in this round of enemy attacks, and there were varying degrees of fragmentation and missing throughout his body, but if those who were numbered by the dark faction could see Ente's health bar, they could find that Ente hadn't even consumed half of his health.

"He's recovering from his injuries, don't stop attacking, keep attacking, quick!" One of the numbered men of the dark camp shouted in surprise.

The falling rubble on the ground was constantly being absorbed back to Ente, and even the rifts that had been blasted out by the energy combat skills were constantly shrinking and closing, and Ente was pinned to the same place, and the chest where the core was located was guarded by him with one arm, while the other constantly drove away the orcs and numbered ones who surrounded him.

If this situation continues, Ente will eventually be wiped out by many enemies, but the deadbolt of the three-story gate is finally lifted, and with a dull sound, the door slowly opens to the numbered people outside the door. (To be continued......)