Poof!

Jorah viciously cut off the barbarian's head, still unrelieved, swinging his sword again and again, making several shocking scars on the corpse.

"Your Excellency!"

"He's dead!"

The soldiers on the side couldn't help but remind themselves that the seriously injured companions and the tense situation around them could no longer afford to waste their precious time.

Whether to abandon the wounded and wailing comrades and continue the charge, or to help them hold on to their positions, this is the responsibility that comes with this decision is not something that these surviving little people can bear.

"Your Excellency?!"

The soldiers' eyes were full of urgency.

Jorah glanced back at the man lying in a pool of blood, and involuntarily remembered himself when he was a child.

At that time, he was still a little kid who didn't know anything, and he didn't have a good impression of this guy who always had a serious expression on his face, and he was always deliberately lazy when practicing, planning to get angry with him so that he could change to a beautiful young lady to be his teacher.

But now...

He's dead...

"Uncle Achill..."Jorah's lips trembled and he spat out a few notes, and he couldn't bear to avoid the hopeful eyes of the wounded, and coldly and resolutely issued his first order as a commander: "Those barbarians are attacking in the direction of the inner city, we have only a dead end here, hurry up, move the wounded brothers to the house to hide, and those who can still pick up their swords will charge with me in the direction of the city wall!"

"Yes, sir!"

The soldiers responded as if relieved, and one by one they quickly and orderly carried their nearest comrades and arranged them into the surrounding civilian houses.

Since most of the minor injuries were unwilling to stay and wait for death, and not many of the seriously injured survived, the whole process did not waste much time, and the team regrouped.

"Keep going!"

With a wave of his arm, Jorah and the group avoided the screaming streets as much as possible, playing a game of hide and seek with the terrain and the barbarians of the Misty Mountains raging everywhere.

Perhaps thanks to the evil magic that greatly improved their physical fitness, it also invaded most of their sanity, and this breakthrough also allowed them to successfully avoid several waves of pursued people and kill several barbarians who were lone and violent people.

When I reached the area near the city wall, I could clearly feel that the surrounding area was much more empty and silent, and all that was left in the air was the pungent smell of rust and the occasional cry or two.

Jorah found a house and stopped.

Due to the lack of light and flames, the room was very dark, and after arranging for one person to monitor the movement around the window position, everyone temporarily put down their weapons and sat down cross-legged to repair.

Although everyone was tired from the nearly night of fighting, no one could sleep, and everyone waited quietly for the dawn after the darkness in this long silence.

"Your Excellency...?"

One soldier finally couldn't help but ask, "Do you think those seriously injured brothers will survive?"

"Maybe..."

Jorah pinched her Adam's apple to ease her somewhat hoarse throat, "May the gods bless them..."

"What about Ryan?"

"Can the inner city be held?"

"What do those bastards who guard the outer city do?"

“...”

The soldiers seemed to be pulled away from the conversation, and they discussed in a whisper.

"The inner city should be defensible!" Jorah responded to their previous question, "It's impossible for the Duke not to notice such a chaotic situation in the outer city, the people in charge of guarding the inner city are all elite soldiers, although those damn Misty Mountain barbarians have gone berserk, but with full preparation, there is no problem at all as long as they need to hold it for one night, and when the sun rises, it will be time for us to launch a counterattack!"

"Fight back?"

"Why wait for the sun to rise?"

The curiosity of the soldiers was immediately aroused by these words, and they eagerly waited for the answer.

"Madness is a magic technique controlled by a barbarian shaman, which can make people stronger and fearless, but at the cost of a loss of sanity, and a long period of weakness after a moment of physical overload..."Jorah explained in as much detail as possible: "The time of the night should be about the same, and then the strong barbarians will all turn into weak-limbed shrimp..."

"We can kill them all!!"

One of the soldiers cheered excitedly, and was slapped on the back of the head by his companion.

"Listen carefully to what the adults say!" he looked out the window and rebuked dissatisfiedly, "Is it trying to kill everyone by making such a loud noise?"

"It's okay, those barbarians will all go to the inner city, there should be no enemies here. Jorah waved his hand and continued: "But we have to be careful of the enemy's back, since we dare to use the berserker warrior to launch a surprise attack, then next..."

"Could it be that the barbarians who are ravaging the Dugan and Fesdena realms are also here?" said one soldier in disbelief.

"It's possible!" Jorah groaned, frowning, and decided, "No! we'll have to go up the walls to explore..."

"Oh no! sir!" the soldier in charge of the guard upstairs rushed down, "Yes..."

Boom!!!

A loud bang interrupted his next words.

The wooden door of the house, which was not very strong, was kicked in, knocking down two soldiers who were nearby.

"Hahaha! Look what I found!" a tall, burly, axe-carrying brute walked in laughing wildly, "A bunch of damn little bugs!"

Boom!!!

With the roar of the giant axe, a soldier who hastily raised his shield was smashed and flew out, falling to the ground and spewing a mouthful of blood.

"Array!"

Jorah didn't have time to think about it, and the few remaining soldiers hurriedly held up their shields and gathered together, and surrounded the barbarian with their long swords in hand, "The battle must be ended as soon as possible, otherwise..."

I saw the barbarian roar and crash out of the formation, the giant axe in his hand swung horizontally, and the two soldiers who were trying to stab with their swords were slashed in the waist and abdomen, and flew out with the great force.

Blood splattered, and at that moment when people couldn't help blinking, another soldier's head flew up, and he died on the spot.

"Is that what you're capable of?"

The brute sneered disdainfully, and the three remaining soldiers mustered up their courageous thrusts were blocked by him with the broad axe blade, making a crisp thud.

"Poof!"

The battle was over in a few breaths.

Jorah looked at the oppressive shadow and felt her sword tremble.

"Are you going to die?"

With a thud, he was kicked and slammed against the wall with a heavy muffled thud.

A taste of despair hung over her, and Jorah felt like her heart was almost in arrest.

Laugh at!

The tip of the blade that came out of his body stopped in front of his eyes.

"Father... Father...!?"