"Knock knock!

From the very beginning, the battle was as fierce as the rhythm of the war drums.

Livingston's Ranger bent his bow and arrows, and from the hole in the tower above the wall, he shot a deadly arrow at the incoming target.

"Whoosh !!"

Arrows rained down.

From time to time, rows of misty mountain people fell unwillingly.

But more, even with a few arrows stuck in their chests, they still roared and charged to the bottom of the city wall.

"Bang!"

Improvised ladders were set up on the wall, and the barbarians holding the ladders wrestled with the soldiers tasked with overthrowing them, and they overturned them with long pushers.

This caused the people of the Misty Mountains who climbed on it to let out a cry of despair, and they fell to the cold and hard frozen soil with their hands and feet, smashing their heads and splashing white brains.

"For the Omenwolf Wolves!"

The tragic situation did not deter these warriors, they still rushed forward one after another, and finally with perseverance and sacrifice, a few lucky people managed to climb the walls of Ryan.

"Bell Bell !!"

Sharp blades clashed with each other, sending sparks flying in all directions, and the sound of tearing leather and armor was echoed.

Thanks to the orders of the commander-in-chief, Duke Alexis, most of the remaining militia members are just newly drafted, except for the skilled Livingston rangers, who are regular soldiers.

Although in order to ensure that they were not deterred by the vicious barbarians, there were also some veterans who were seduced by blood and glory, and they were generally promised the position of squad leader.

But this obviously does not prevent the situation from developing in a bad way.

As the most elite warriors in their respective tribes, the Misty Mountain people, who grew up in an environment of natural selection, are obviously much more brave and good at fighting than the militia who have just abandoned their farm tools and picked up their long swords.

So much so that after successfully gaining a foothold on the city wall, in a short period of time, more barbarians climbed the city wall and fought with these militiamen who had to resist under the strict military orders announced by their captain.

"Ahh

Screams were accompanied by war cries.

The cowardly had their heads cut off, and the brave and fearless had their chests cut open and fell to their knees on the battlefields they fought for and defended, allowing blood to soak the stone walls.

"Bell!"

It was the muffled sound of a hook hitting a wall.

This one-meter-long device made of steel is the unique siege tactics of the Misty Mountain people, who have always relied on it to climb the towering walls.

The scene became more and more critical for a while.

Even though it only had to poke its head out and cut the rope behind it with a sharp blade was enough to cut off the Misty Mountaineers' hope of climbing—their archers were clearly not ornaments.

Often, the soldiers defending Ryan City were shot down by arrows without hesitation at the moment when they stretched out their necks.

"Bang bang!!"

One corpse after another fell down in different postures, smashing on the ground with a dull sound.

Both sides of the war are depleting their respective forces.

The Misty Mountain archers firmly carried out their leader's orders, and while the occasional attack of arrows and feathers from the tower, they continued to hold back the brave soldiers.

And His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief of Livingston, who has always been known for his wisdom, is not a fool, "You want to use archers as bait?" Duke Alexis naturally did not find it difficult to see the enemy's intentions, "Long-range shooting not only affects the chance of hitting, but also allows the charging Misty Mountain people to approach the city wall effortlessly..."

Under his orders, the Rangers' goals did not change, and they also did their best to reduce their numbers by holding back the barbarians who tried to climb the wall with their hooks.

"Whoosh !!"

The rain of arrows intertwined.

The Raventerians had battlements to dodge, and beyond the area covered by arrows, the barbarians who came to the bottom of the walls could take advantage of the dead spots to take shelter and use long ladders and hooks to climb the walls with peace of mind.

Although occasionally a few rolling stones fall.

But thanks to the attrition of the previous few days, the strenuous blow had almost stopped as more warriors climbed the walls, which naturally allowed more warriors to climb the walls, as if it were a vicious circle, making Livingston's defenses precarious.

However, the people of the Misty Mountains are obviously destined to be proud for short.

As they approached the towers in an attempt to eliminate the Livingston Ranger above, the herald flag fluttering in the wind on the high platform in the distance was once again waved in the desperate eagerness of the militiamen!

"Whoa...!"

No shouting, no noise.

The Livingston hoplites, who had been recuperating for a long time, walked in a hurried but unhurried pace, accompanied by the sound of the friction of the armor leaves, and drove down the misty mountain people who had managed to occupy a small section of the city wall.

After all, how can inferior equipment and physical strength exhausted by long-term fighting be able to withstand these wolf-like reinforcements?

"Retreat!"

The horn sounded.

The Wolf of Omens in the distance calmly turned back and walked towards his tent.

He did not want to hear the mournful cries of the warriors once again before they died, and to see that they could only run back to their lair in panic like the rabbits of the hunters, as they did in the huntsman's sight.

"Chief?"

The guard in charge of guarding was pushed away.

The Omenwolf sat in the middle of the camp piled high with booty, as usual, quietly waiting for the only gain, unconsciously picking up a string of ornate jewels to play with.

Although this was just another ordinary failure, the promise the commander had made before the battle had to be fulfilled by something—and that price was usually his head.

After all, it's a fair test.

The Omenwolf had promised in front of all the clan leaders under his command, "Whoever can lead the army to capture Ryan City will be the owner of all the treasures in this tent!"

That's pretty much all the harvest except food after this plunder.

Money often unmakes the men who make it...

This phrase is almost unhindered in the mortal world, and there are no longer a few chieftains who are consumed by the desire for profit, but most of them, after tasting failure, are pickled and placed on a wooden shelf beside him to warn those who come after him, and are also necessary for some kind of sacrifice.

"It's coming... It's almost there..."

The Omenwolf looked at the pale faces one by one, clenched his fists in a muttered voice, and the dim candlelight in the tent flickered, shining on its naked upper body, and the strange dark red runes were shining with an undetectable gray glow...