354 years in the Pande calendar

The Divine Hunt Decree was officially issued by Bishop Angel, the Temple of Order, in Ilketrin, and in the same year, the 'Ryan Bloodbath' also left a deep mark in the annals of history...

Jorah Mormont

Carolus Mormont, son of Carolus Mormont and a descendant of the Bear family, recalled that night in his later years: "The whole city was in despair... Those damn Misty Mountain barbarians have become extremely brutal and powerful under the blessing of some kind of evil magic!

"They're all crazy!!"

Knocked out, Jorah leaned against the corner of the street, struggling to pick up her sword and try to get herself back to her feet.

The brute who had suddenly appeared had already besieged Achill and his well-trained squad, but the crowd of panicked runners had drawn more of the Misty Mountain people over.

"My lord, we must hurry back to the inner city!"

Achill pushed away the crowd, his sword in both hands, his brow furrowed at the sound of screams and roars at close range, and motioned for his soldiers to quickly stand in a semicircle and protect their own adults.

Boom!

A mangled corpse flew out of the corner and smashed through the wooden door in front of it, causing the women and children hiding in the house to scream loudly, but no one rushed out to run for their lives.

Maybe I'm too scared, right?

Before Achill had time to think about it, several tall and burly barbarians had already rushed over with their battle axes, chasing slower civilians and soldiers along the way, and stumps were all over the ground!

"Raise your shield!"

His right hand was clenched into a fist, and the shield was erected with a clatter, and when it fell to the ground with a bang, the shooters set up their crossbows, and the fist-clenched hand opened and swung down.

"Shooting !!"

Whoosh!!

The sharp arrow burst through the air, piercing through the barbarians' rudimentary leather armor with precision, nailing them to their chests, blood splattering.

But these people did not fall!

Bang bang bang!

Several throwing axes were thrown against the shield wall, followed by a charge with the battle axes held high, and the second volley came when the close Achill could even see their scarlet eyes and the white gas snorting between their mouths and noses.

Whoosh!!

The barbarians slammed into the shield wall!

The whole formation was concave inward—the soldiers were unable to withstand the powerful impact and were slid backwards by the impact of the men and shields.

"Wai! stabbing !!"

Achill grabbed the hilt of his sword and stabbed into the crevices that had been breached, and the well-trained soldiers were not far behind, and when the shield wall surrounding the barbarians was scattered, only a few broken corpses were left in the middle, twitching and trembling unconsciously, and the blood that spread was another scarlet for the city.

"These guys are so powerful!"

A shield-wielding soldier rubbed his sour wrist and complained, while the archers who loosened the string frowned in disbelief as they watched the bolts on their chests sink into their tails.

"They must have been maddened!"

Jorah examined the corpse in a serious tone, and the scarlet eyes had not completely subsided, which was very similar to the illustrations recorded in the family classics, and it should be true.

"That's the power of magic, a shaman of high status among the barbarians!" he said, glancing worriedly at the wall, "Achill, we're in trouble. ”

"Crossbowmen are wound, infantry raise their shields and retreat!"

Achill nodded, squeezed the blood-stained sword between his wrist to wipe away the blood stains, and personally guarded Jorah's side, and the entire team slowly trotted towards the inner city in battle formation.

It was only after seeing the formidable combat effectiveness of these people that the deserters who had been disrupted and the gasping civilians in the hiding house also followed, following in the footsteps of the team.

And this undoubtedly attracted more barbarians to flock in this direction.

Along the way, people were caught up and killed from time to time, and sporadic counterattacks failed to kill or injure many enemies, but even the formation of the squad was violently dispersed by the terrified civilians.

When the slaughter approached, the remaining resisting crowds became bait to attract the barbarians to pursue, and they had to fight back desperately.

"We can't go on like this!"

Jorah muffled her sword at a brute who had been stabbed by the soldiers, and shouted at Achill out of breath.

The situation is obviously worse than everyone expected,

Some soldiers could not withstand the blades of the barbarians' axes, and their breastplates were cut and their heads were cut off, and the archers had no choice but to abandon their crossbows and draw their swords for a battle to the death.

"Don't retreat!"

Achill looked at another group of barbarians chasing not far away, the axe blade grazed the armarmor and lit up a spark, and in the process of dodging, he stabbed a sword through the enemy in front of him, drew his sword and retreated, "Everyone move closer to me, assault formation! Kill !!"

He picked up a shield left behind by a fallen soldier, and instead of retreating, he rushed towards the barbarians who were chasing him!

"Kill !!"

The soldiers were courageous, and after cooperating with each other to deal with their opponents, they followed closely behind their commanders and collided with the new barbarians in a sharp formation!

Boom!

There was a bang!

Several soldiers were even knocked out, lying on the ground with broken tendons and wailing.

But the barbarian was not too happy, and before he could swing his raised battle axe, one long sword after another pierced through their bodies and was immediately withdrawn, bringing a rain of blood.

"Poof!"

Jorah, who was caught in the crowd, also stabbed a sword, and he was lucky, the blade of the sword slanted up from his throat and pierced through the back of the brute's head.

After years of training, the cooperation between himself and the soldiers was ensured, and the whole team sprinted from the wave, each of them quickly stabbed, drew their swords, and retreated, and then the comrades behind them connected the next wave of impact.

The spectacle was continuous and pleasing to the eye—if not counting the casualties of the warriors who rushed forward.

"Jorah..."

Achill's weak voice interrupted his brief burst of pride.

Jorah looked back, and the gallant commander was lying on the ground, chest armor nearly split in half, hanging diagonally on either side, revealing a deep valley-like crack in front of his chamber.

"Uncle Achill!"

Jorah felt something burst out of her eyes, and she rushed to pick up Archier's neck, scrambling to try to hold back the blood from the wound.

"It's useless... Jorah!" Achill grabbed his wrist weakly, "Listen to me... Lead... The rest of the soldiers, towards the city walls... Direction: Rush! Remember: Direction... The city walls..."

"No !!"

The voice grew to a whisper, and Jorah looked at the wide eyes, feeling as if her heart was being clenched by something, about to burst with the pent-up pain.

"If not..."

Jorah lifted her sword, and rushed towards the few barbarians who had not yet fallen in the siege like a madman!

"Kill !!!!!"