It was also the first time that the old servant of the royal family had seen Zhang Yuan have such an expression. Taking advantage of the opportunity that the surrounding heavy cavalry was a little sluggish after being pushed out by the powerful force for dozens of meters, he forcibly rushed to Zhang Yuan's side.

"Kill-" A large figure rose from the distance. This burst of shouting also came from his mouth, and the barbarian soldiers who were temporarily pushed out dozens of meters away because of the evil aura emitted from Zhang Yuan's body suddenly killed in the direction of Zhang Yuandi again.

The more time passed, the more the barbarians could feel the horror of this Erathian. What they want to do now is to completely destroy the opponent in front of them.

Zhang Yuan didn't seem to see the heavy cavalry and the powerful enemy in the sky rushing towards him, and at this moment, he actually closed his eyes.

"Old-timer, enter my life storage ring." The old servant of the royal family naturally would not resist Zhang Yuan's order, the crimson light flashed, and the figure of the old servant of the royal family had disappeared.

Feeling the barbarian army rushing up around him, Zhang Yuan's face was solemn. Suddenly, countless Flame Fighting Qi Blades, Wind Fighting Qi Blades, Thunder Fighting Qi Blades, Ice Fighting Qi Blades, Stone Fighting Qi Blades, Water Fighting Qi Blades, Earth Sand Fighting Qi Blades and other magic fighting qi spurted out, and countless Dou Qi Blades flew out in all directions with rapid speed.

That monstrous attack left an extremely deep impression on the barbarians, and at that moment, blood flowed from the corners of Zhang Yuan's mouth, and a layer of misty colored brilliance covered the countless Demon Fighting Qi blades.

No amount of physical or magical defense in the vicinity could stop the trajectory of the countless demonic qi attacks, which floated out of the enemy's body without entering the enemy's body. It was just that in an instant, all the barbarian soldiers within a radius of several hundred meters around Zhang Yuan's body came to a standstill, because they had all been shrouded by that Wang Daqiang's special demonic fighting qi blade.

How many barbarians were there who besieged Zhang Yuan? Within a radius of several hundred meters, there were at least more than five thousand barbarians, mainly heavy cavalry, who had become sluggish at this time.

At this moment, the bodies of all the surrounding barbarian heavy cavalry were torn apart or incinerated and frozen by the powerful magical fighting energy.

Zhang Yuan quickly used a scroll to return to the city and returned to the city. And a huge cyan figure had already arrived at the location of Zhang Yuan before in the blink of an eye. But what the visitor saw was the moment when the enemy disappeared completely. Barbarian Marshal Harpy didn't even know what was happening, and the more than five thousand barbarian warriors and their mounts just stood there motionless.

I don't know who was the first to fall, but when the first person fell, these more than five thousand fighters were like dominoes that had been pushed down, extending from the center to the periphery, and in the blink of an eye they had turned into a pile of corpses.

When Zhang Yuan appeared in Kalpal City, his face had turned pale, and after discovering him, it immediately caused Kalpal City to cheer again. It's a pity that Zhang Yuan didn't feel excited at all at this time.

Maureen died, and the brilliant Assassin who followed him died trying to save himself. Looking at Mo Lin's corpse, Zhang Yuan's face changed miserably, and he said: "I hurt Mo Lin, he died to save me, and I hurt him." "Tears. Uncontrollably, he slid down his face and looked at Mo Lin. His mind suddenly went blank, and the memories in his brain seemed to be circulating. Vaguely, he seemed to see the thin figure who was busy in the dormitory, tidying up the room, and willing to follow him.

Hold Morin's cold hand tightly, Morin will die to save him. A cold light flashed from under Zhang Yuan's eyes, and his momentum suddenly became a little stronger.

Three full days passed, and the city of Karpal was like a small boat, constantly bearing wave after wave of onslaught from the barbarian army.

Since the first few fierce encounters on the first day and night resulted in the loss of the Barbarians' most important shamanic forces, and the Ogre Guards and the Praetorian Guards were almost wiped out, the battle between the two sides has been at a stalemate.

Led by the remaining nine Knights of the One-Eyed King and a hundred great shamans, the barbarian army attacked the city almost twenty-four hours a day. However, no matter how fierce their attacks were, they were never able to break through the city.

At the head of the city, whether it was General Hodfe or his generals, their eyes had turned red at this time. The subordinate soldiers could take turns and barely rest, but as commanders, they couldn't, and after three days and three nights, the generals were now exhausted.

The war continued, and although they were tired, they still stood proudly at the head of the city. At this time, less than half of the generals of the Northwest Garrison Force of Hodfe remained, and almost everyone who was alive was colored. However, they know. This is still lucky, after all, the city has not been broken.

In these three days of heaven and earth battles, the troops to which Sword City belonged can be said to have played a huge role. Five hundred battle dwarves dotted the walls, their formidable prowess inflicting great damage on the barbarians.

Of course, the orcs also contributed to it, and they killed countless barbarians with their powerful long-range combat power of the throwing axe.

The remaining number of magicians in Kalpal City was only more than eighty at this time, and the rest of the magicians had already died in battle.

However, these precious mages who suffered heavy losses undoubtedly inflicted great damage on the enemy. In the absence of a large amount of magical support from the opponent, the magicians in the city of Karpal destroyed the enemy's countless forces and a large number of great shamans, and helped the defenders to suppress the enemies who attacked the city several times.

Three days passed. These three days were undoubtedly the most painful torment for the barbarian marshal Harpy. Although the terrifying youth did not reappear, the fighting spirit of the Erathians made it impossible for him to believe that this was an army that had barely been on the battlefield. The tenacious will of the Erathians filled the gaps with their lives, and again and again they held back the fiercest charges they had led.

At this time, the barbarian army had no cavalry except for the remnants of the Ogre Guard, the Praetorian Guard, and the last two heavy cavalry regiments. All the mounts were turned into food, and the siege was consumed in large quantities, so that the soldiers ate at least twice as much as usual, and the daily consumption of an army of 100,000 was astronomical.

"Are the statistics out?" Barbarian Marshal Harpy said in a deep voice. He was not in the same mental state as his enemy, General Hodfeld, on the city walls. At this time, his hair was messy, the delicate armor on his body was damaged in many places, and the largest scar was cut by a half-beast leader with a flying axe, if it weren't for his strong armor and strong fighting spirit, that flying axe could cut him in two.

"The tally is out, Marshal." The Big-Eared Monster clerk's voice trembled a little. "Say, I'll hold it." The barbarian marshal Harpy's voice was completely hoarse. After many days of fighting, constant fatigue and stress, the barbarian marshal's vitality was weakening.

"During the three days of the battle, our army launched an almost non-stop attack on the city of Karpal, and although it also brought considerable losses to the enemy, we suffered even more heavy losses. A total of thirty-four regiments were completely lost, and the shamanic legions were completely destroyed. The Ogre Guards and Praetorian Guards combined were less than a thousand remaining. Of the ten one-eyed knights riding the Thunderbird King, four were killed and three were seriously wounded, and only three remained combat-ready. ”

The losses are huge! With every word the clerk uttered, the hands of the barbarian marshal Harpy trembled.

"Give me detailed casualty figures." "Yes! Including the shaman, our army participated in the war with a total of 115,000 main forces, and the logistics supplemented the army with 30,000. In total, our troops lost more than 48,000 deaths, 14,000 were seriously wounded, and 16,000 were lightly wounded. The loss of mounts for food was more than forty thousand. The mage legion was completely wiped out, and the Great Shaman was less than half of what was left, and the combat strength was less than half of the original. The loss of siege equipment was innumerable. ”