Seeing the Synthesizer Legion devour the corpses of their comrades, the Thracian soldiers couldn't hold back any longer.

The soldiers of the Mountain Legion were better, but the soldiers who originally belonged to the left and right flanks were already emotionally unstable due to the defeat, and they could no longer control their emotions, roaring and roaring, and rushed out desperately.

Having lost the battle, they endured.

Backed by the mountain legions, they endured.

Almost out of breath by the horde of weird big dogs, they endured it.

But they couldn't stand the sight in front of them, they couldn't watch their friends and relatives die and be eaten by monsters!

Seeing the synths begin to tear apart and devour the corpses of the Thracian army, the strings in the brains of these soldiers finally snapped, and the pressure that had been accumulating until now finally broke the embankment constructed by reason, and plunged them into madness.

Of course, there are also many soldiers who do not go berserk, but do the opposite. Watching those monsters tear apart and devour the corpses of their comrades, they were terrified and panicked, even in the camp of the Mountain Legion, their hearts were full of fear, and even many people were slowly retreating.

On the walls of the Iron Lock Fortress, Duke Sellers watched this scene and said with a sneer: "Whether it is rushing up or retreating, it is over." After this battle, they were just a burden to the mountain army. ”

"The premise is that they can survive. Aaron said coldly, "If they dared to fight hard before, I really wasn't sure." But now...... I'm absolutely sure that as many people will die if they come up!"

Duke Cyrus nodded: "Synthetic beasts are already good at melee, and they can quickly recover and even become stronger by devouring corpses. They had already suffered heavy losses, and even the positional battle had to rely on the assistance of the mountain army to be able to hold it. Now that he has taken the initiative to rush out, what is the difference between this and sending him to death?"

He thought for a moment, and then said, "I'm a little hesitant now, I don't know whether I should hope that they are alive or that they should be dead?"

"Of course it's better to be dead. Aaron said, "The Thracians who died are good Saracians, aren't they?"

Duke Sellers smiled: "You're right, the dead Thracians are good Saracians!"

The officers on the ramparts also laughed.

"The master is right!"

"The Thracians who died are good Saracians, this is so reasonable!"

"I'm going to pass that on as a motto!"

They were in a good mood, but the Thracians were in a bad mood.

Seeing the remnants of the left and right armies either charging frantically or cowering and retreating, although the Duke of Pitutz was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but feel discouraged.

(I knew I wouldn't be with them!Or just split my troops with them, even if I came to fight the iron lock fortress myself, it wouldn't be like this!)

He sighed secretly and ordered his troops not to attack, to be on guard, and to maintain the battle line.

The specialty of the Mountain Legion is defense, and as long as the central army is firmly held, this battle will not be defeated. As for those who rushed out...... He just couldn't take care of it.

Moments later, the thracian army was in battle with the synths.

As Aaron and Duke Sellers said, when they were in a scuffle, the Thracians were completely vulnerable to the synths.

The vitality of the synths is so strong that most of the Thracian army can't inflict real fatal wounds on them. No matter how angry they were, how desperately they wielded, and how desperately they wielded their weapons, at best, they only left a few deep wounds on these monsters that were about to grow to the height of their chests, these wounds looked hideous and terrifying, and they were definitely fatal enough to be put on a human body, but for them, they were just small wounds that could be recovered by retreating and eating a few bites of meat and resting a little.

On the contrary, the damage caused by the synthesizer to the Thracian army is real, and there is no discount at all.

So, just a few minutes later, the Thracian army, which had rushed forward desperately, had already fallen a lot.

Seeing this scene, the nobles of all walks of life were anxious, and came to the Duke of Piduz one after another, asking him to send troops to rescue - those who dared to rush out were the elite of their respective armies. If even this group of people is lost, let alone fighting with people again, if there is a bandit or something in the territory, they may not have enough strength to exterminate it.

But they couldn't see the Duke of Piduz at all, and the Duke had already issued a strict order that no one except the heralds should come near the command platform without being summoned, and there would be no mercy for violators!

The strictness of the army in the "mountains" was well known to the Thracian nobles. In the face of the murderous Pitutz family guards who drew their swords, not a single nobleman dared to take the risk of testing whether they would really attack.

As a result, they could only watch as these hot-blooded men who rushed forward and fought desperately fell one by one in front of those monsters that seemed to be immortal, turning into food for monsters.

After a while, all that was left on the battlefield was the sound of synths biting and eating, and roaring.

Watching them tear and devour their comrades-in-arms one after another, the remnants of the left and right armies turned pale and could no longer raise their fighting spirit at all, and many of them even fell to the ground and vomited. Even the soldiers of the Piduts Army frowned one by one, and their hearts were heavy and full of uneasiness.

They are not blind, so they can naturally see that the strength of these monsters has been improved again after devouring another batch of corpses.

In the face of the previous monsters, they were already under pressure, and now although the number of monsters is much less, their strength has increased a lot...... In general, I'm afraid that the battle will be tougher.

As they had guessed, when the synths had finally eaten all the corpses of the left and right armies, their bodies had grown to the point where they were close to the average adult man. Their strength has become much greater than that of ordinary people, and their physical defense has also been greatly improved, and when they charge the position of the Pidoutz army again, even though the Pidoutz army has been prepared, they have been knocked back again and again by their strong bodies, and they can hardly hold the battle line.

What's even more terrifying is that after they knocked back the Pitutz army, they also dragged away the corpses of the monsters that had been killed before, and then swaggered to eat them to become stronger.

"My lord, this is not the way to go on!" said the staff member on the command platform in a low voice, "Although it can withstand it now, if those guys continue to grow bigger and stronger, it will be difficult to stabilize the battle line." When the time comes, if they rush in, of course our people are not afraid of the scuffle, but those who retreated in before ...... I'm afraid it's going to be bad!"

Duke Pituz's face sank: "Then let them get out of here!"

"For now...... They don't dare leave our camp. ”

"If you don't want to leave, let their guards also go to the front line and stabilize the front line with our people!"

The staff's eyes lit up, and they immediately conveyed the order.

Faced with the situation that was already at a critical moment, the nobles had no choice but to send out the guards who had been guarding their side.

On the walls of the Iron Lock Fortress, seeing that those brightly armored and well-equipped guards also joined the battle line and stabilized the battle line again, the officers of Mo Lai were not worried at all, but laughed loudly.

"The Thracians are out of luck!"

"Even the guards are on board, they are desperate!"

"It's funny to fight with a bunch of dogs!"

Amidst the laughter, only Duke Sellers still had a serious face. He watched the battle once again be inextricably linked, and coldly drew his sword.

"Breve Cyrus!"

"Yes!" replied Brev exclaimed.

"The Thracians have reached the limit of their combat strength, I order you to lead the First Regiment of the Federal Cavalry, attack the Thracian positions head-on, and give them the final blow!" said the Duke of Cyrus murderously, "Either come back with the honor of 'stepping through the mountains', or don't come back!"

Brev smiled, his smile full of confidence: "Obey!"