The long night is long, but no matter how long the night is, there will be a time when it will pass, and after the cold winter, it is destined to be the spring of life when all things recover. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After a night of fierce fighting, the gold-level Basra also felt a little tired.

When the last trace of darkness before dawn faded, both sides in the fierce battle greeted the first rays of light, and they were all rejoicing in the favor of fate, so that they survived this night of life and death. However, the dawn brought not only moving, but also dazed, looking up at the corpses and bones everywhere, and the heavy snow could not hide the smell of blood.

"Alas......"

An inexplicable sigh came from the mouth of Basra, a murderous troll general, and at this moment, the leader of the trolls, who had fought for half his life, was like an ordinary person, full of compassion and emotion for life.

After a night of fierce fighting, under the shroud of frost, the trolls drove straight into the Maple Leaf Fortress.

In the midst of a grueling snowstorm, the trolls and human armies engaged in a night of street fighting. The trolls finally broke through the second line of defense built by Viscount Maple Leaf, and successfully advanced the battle line to the third line of defense, which was the inner city defense line of Maple Leaf Fortress and the last line of defense of Maple Leaf Fortress, and breaking through it meant a complete victory for the trolls in this battle.

On this night, the human army's combat capability was nearly eighty percent weakened due to heavy snow obscuring the view, the complete ineffectiveness of the bow and crossbow troops, coupled with the severe cold and heavy snow hindering the mobility of the heavy troops, and the furious magic limiting the mage's abilities.

The trolls, on the other hand, have lived in the extreme cold for many years, and they are almost like a fish in water, and they have severely damaged these well-equipped human armies in the chaotic street battles, and they are unable to fight back.

Seeing that victory was in sight, Basra had a heavy heart.

He saw something in this battle, and it was these things that made the "Frost Three" feel heavy in his heart.

"My lord, the Snow Mountain Tribe has lost contact, and I am afraid that all the members have returned to the resting place of the ancestral spirit...... More than half of the Soba tribe has been lost, and it is dawn, but Lord Soba has not returned...... Lord Luohe is also missing, and Lord Hamaka has already died in battle while attacking the second line of defense......"

Listening to the soldier's report on the situation of last night's battle, Basra grew even older. The corners of his eyes twitched, although he had been prepared for a long time, he still didn't expect the battle to be so tragic.

"Lord Sade asks for more troops! The two tribes under his command have all been killed in battle, and he asks our sacrificial group to suppress it again, and he is ready to charge again!"

"Lord Fez and Lord Barbada have successfully handed over the battle, and they have occupied the intended war zone, but Lord Fez refuses to withdraw his troops, he asked me to bring you a message, the Glacier Tribe will fight to the last man!"

"The Soul Breaker Rage has lost nearly 30% of its troops, but it has already conquered the mage towers in the predetermined area......"

......

"Enough! Tell Sade, I'll give him another fire suppression of the sacrificial group, he still has one more chance, and if he doesn't conquer it, let the snow leopard tribe take over!"

Basra took a deep breath and gave a heavy order.

As the supreme commander of the Troll Legion, Basra's heart is dripping blood, you know, every Troll Warrior here is a tribal warrior who has struggled to survive in the extreme cold.

Although it is a coalition army, the troll army still maintains a tribal unit to fight, and with the bad news one after another, it means that the tribe that has finally multiplied so far has disappeared.

But he had to be ruthless to let the living forces of these tribes rise to the top, because this is war.

In a life-and-death war, what you fight for is human life, and what you fight for is courage.

As the higher-ups, Basra and they have done their best, they have weakened the humans, given the trolls the best place to fight, and even the strongest defense system of the Maple Leaf Fortress has been paralyzed.

He, did his best.

No one can blame Basra, as a general, this night, he charged forward against countless enemies, and he killed two of them with gold-level combat power.

Many of the charging tribal leaders did not return, and it was not Basra's fault.

But despite this, the night was a shock to Basra.

Human, too tenacious.

Losing the crossbow arrows, the group picked up their spears and fought hand-to-hand, and lost the mage, but they still carried it hard, and the commander died, and the soldier was on top...... Basra admired the determination of the enemy on the other side, but he also hated this will and faith.

Because it is this belief that has cost his people so much, and it is this belief that has kept them from moving here.

But none of this can stop the troll's will!

Basra thought viciously that his brother had died to carry out the troll's will, sacrificed to the Great Being, and that one of his brothers, who had also fought bloodily in the Doron Pass, must not fail.

......

In fact, there is no way back for either side in this war.

Needless to say, the trolls are deep alone, and the rear is full of enemies, and they can't and can't retreat.

And the human aristocracy, they have also been cornered because of the political situation, and they cannot retreat.

In that case, let's fight!

And on a deeper level, the trolls didn't even think about retreating.

Basra knew that they had no intention of returning to the Northlands during this battle, and that they had done it on purpose this time.

The army of trolls here, including him, is only a sacrificial existence for the sake of some interracial contract.

Since you can't talk about life, let's fight for your life, Basra is almost a berserk, regardless of losses, attacking humanity like a storm.

And on the aristocratic side, they also killed red-eyed.

"The old man and the children have been sent away, we can't retreat, retreating means that the wife and children will face the trolls! We can't retreat, retreating means that future generations will be humiliated for a hundred years! We can only fight! Fight to the death like a warrior!"

The army of nobles, oppressed by the storm, also broke out. With a tenacious will to fight and an unyielding faith, this group of humans began to fight with the trolls with the courage to die together.

The power of magic on the human side is no longer reliable, don't you see that the entire Maple Leaf Fortress has not even been lit up in the face of this blizzard! These mages have become decorations, so they can only rely on hand-to-hand combat.

On the troll side, the sacrificial power of nature turned into a war emplacement, and countless area magic poured out, this magic killed and injured in a way that did not distinguish between friend and foe, and a single fire coverage almost destroyed a neighborhood.

The war has reached a critical point.

All Basra can do now is break down the inner city defense as quickly as possible, and maybe they have a turnaround.

The trolls still have hole cards useless, as long as they successfully destroy the resistance of the human race, perhaps, Basra can still get out with the rest of the tribal power.

On the aristocratic side, reinforcements from Doron's side are also urgently supporting.

Both sides are racing against time!