"Hurry up, hurry up, rush up, don't stop!", Byron's soldiers also began to climb along the rope, and the distance on the city wall was already about ten meters or so occupied and held by the black barbarians, which meant that there was a hole in the tenacious wall defense system. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The endless black barbarians will open this hole as much as possible until they drive the other party off the city wall, open the city gates, and welcome the army in.

This soldier was extremely excited at the moment, and this peerless feat was enough for him to be canonized as a nobleman, and from then on he enjoyed the privileged life. The nobility of the Byronic Empire may not have been as privileged as the nobility of the Orlando Empire, and was more destructive to the law. But in terms of pure enjoyment, it is definitely more than that. The most important point is that in the Byronic Empire, only the nobility enjoyed the right to have relations with other races without punishment.

Although it is a national policy for the Byron Empire to be inclusive of all races, the country is still based on human beings. In order to avoid the union of non-human races and humans, polluting the human bloodline led to the birth of a bunch of half-orcs, and the civilian class of the Byron Empire, which is also the class with the largest population base, is not allowed to combine with other races.

Of course, the nobility is not among them.

The soldier's mind kept appearing those cat girls and fox girls who were full of temptation on weekdays, and they couldn't help themselves with excitement. The feats in front of him were all within reach, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could hold it, and a powerful power burst out in his body, and the speed of climbing the rope was even faster than that of the black barbarian. As he shouted, he climbed up, and when he got close to the battlement, he actually stepped on the knot in the rope and jumped hard, and grabbed the opening of the battlement with both hands and pulled himself up.

After going up to the city wall, he found that the city wall at this time was crowded with black barbarians, and a section of the city wall of almost twenty meters was occupied by black barbarians. Some of these black barbarians are still expanding their achievements, and some of them have begun to climb down the inner wall. A stream of blood rushed to the top of his head in an instant, and he squeezed through the crowd and rushed to the front line.

This sudden success caused the chiefs to dance excitedly, but Charlie the Lionheart felt that something was wrong. With the fighting power of the Desi, they should not have been defeated so cleanly in the defense of the city. He had heard of Wren's defense of the walls and the war between the most famous shield guards in the province of Bell, and the unthinkable fighting power of the Ortlenburg people, who had made the more powerful shield guards unable to take care of themselves, and had also caused the Bol family to become an insignificant speck of dust in the dustbin of history.

Although there was a trace of doubt in his heart, the fighters were often fleeting, nearly half of the main force was pressed up, and the expanding occupation area also gave Charlie a little peace of mind.

Just when everyone thought that the war would inevitably end in a brutal victory, the gates of Ortlenburg suddenly opened. Unlike other cities, with its narrow gates, Ortronburg was originally built as a war fortress against the invasion of the Byronic Empire. So the gates of this city are much wider than those of other cities. Charlie thought that it was the black man who entered the city who opened the city gate, and the smile that appeared on his face was completely frozen before he had time to bloom.

A group of cavalry quickly rushed out of the city gate, and they didn't even care about the black barbarians who had already climbed the wall and were preparing to enter the city under the wall, and rushed straight to the rear where Charlie was. Charlie's heart tightened, and he immediately turned around and left. As a prince of the Leon Clan of the Byron Empire, he knew all too well the terrifying lethality of a knightly charge on the plains. If it was before this battle, he would not have the slightest timidity, and the 120,000 black barbarians would definitely not be able to be dispersed by a small group of knights.

But at this moment, there are less than 50,000 people here, and the black barbarians who have not experienced the impact of the knight cluster will definitely not be able to find the slightest advantage in the face of the impact of this knight cluster with more than 10,000 people.

Changes on the battlefield often happen in an instant, and the barbarians still want to open the city gate at the city gate and let the army outside the city in, but they didn't expect that the defenders of Ortrenburg took the initiative to open the city gate. In less than thirty seconds of trance, the sound of horses' hooves galloping like thunder resounded throughout the sky over Ortlenburg, like an unstoppable torrent rushing into the distance.

At the same time, an extremely bright power grid suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, quickly passing through the black barbarians, without the slightest sound, leaving only a mountain of corpses less than a foot long. The scorching stench permeated the battlefield, and even the black barbarians who drank blood were accustomed to seeing bloody scenes, and their legs trembled in fright at this time.

Two minutes later, the group of knights rushed head-on into the camp of the black barbarians, and the black barbarians did not seem to come to their senses, and the entire camp was trampled by the war horses. One by one, the black barbarians who tried to use their bodies to block the cavalry swarm charge were knocked out by the strong war horses in armor, and they were almost dying before they landed. The blackbarians who got out of the way were also killed by the knights behind the "arrows". The whole team was like a piece of red-hot iron falling into butter, and the green smoke went straight through it!

The hoplites and light infantry who followed followed also fought their way out of the gates, targeting the black barbarians who were ready to ascend the city under the walls. Having lost distance and the rain of arrows, these soldiers quickly cut into the battlefield from the side, thousands of two-handed heavy weapons like a winch in a meat grinder, frantically strangling all the enemies in front of them into powder.

The ballistas continued to spray steel drills, and every few minutes a round of power grids was sprayed out, coupled with the continuous siege of the defenders of Ortlenburg, the black barbarians who had lost their rear began to collapse. They were not Ortlenburg people with great will, nor were they Holy Cult armed people who could fight to the last drop of blood, they were just ordinary people in the barbarian tribe in the mountains and forests before this war broke out. Without any training, their morale and fighting spirit were immediately shattered when they faced an even more terrifying battlefield.

Wren, who sat on the tower of the City Lord's Mansion, watched such a war from the highest point in the entire city. His face was extraordinarily calm, but if you looked closely, you could see that the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and his fists were clenched tightly. At this point, he exhaled, picked up the teacup, and blew away the few tea leaves floating on the tea soup in the teacup. Taking a sip of green tea, the bitter tea soup hurts the taste buds of human beings who like sweets, but the ensuing sweetness is sweet.

With the breath of green tea, Wren was invigorated. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat beads on his palm, and rarely folded the handkerchief and put it on the corner of the table. He stared intently at the black barbarians who began to riot on the city wall in the distance, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

These people, until they die, never know to be afraid.

For these black barbarians, Wren already has a plan to deal with them. If they were to be spared this time, they would not necessarily appreciate Wren's generosity and kindness, but would instead take it as a laissez-faire and encouragement. Such hatred will make the Black Barbarians more dangerous and make the safety of Ortlenburg a problem, so Wren will continue to push for the Kill Barbarian Order and continue to have people hunt down the Black Barbarians in the Salme Mountains. He had promised Aphro that he would not let the black barbarians go extinct, but he would never let them have as many as they have now. As the empire treats other races, he will treat the black barbarians.

A small, controlled, supervised demarcation of a protected area, protecting the black barbarians as if they were cherished animals, is the only way to resolve the multi-ethnic contradictions.

Oh no, the black barbarians can't be considered a nation, they are at most a branch of wild animals, they just look like people.

Outside the room where a little song was humming, the sound of killing shook the sky. The black barbarians who were lucky enough to enter Ortrenburg had not had time to get excited, and they were about to face a group of wolf-like Ortrenburgers. The people of Ortrenburg are not afraid of bloodshed, nor of sacrifice, and a death with honor is nothing but the beginning of eternal immortality. They wielded everything that could be considered a weapon, and they knocked the black barbarians into human figures. Whether it is adults or teenagers, there is a morbid frenzy on their faces, frantically snatching the corpses of those black barbars.

They cut off the black man's head under the envious gaze of the others, revealing smug expressions.

Outside the city, the scattered and fleeing black barbarians were also being hunted down by the knights, and the chiefs were running like crazy. Their orgasm had just arrived, and it was cut off alive. There are no great ideals in my head, and there is no flame of revenge, only fear.

Desi are devils!

They looked back and saw that the people had their heads cut off one by one and were tied to be carried. They completely lost their fighting spirit and ran in the direction of home like frightened chicks.

It's over!

Charlie the Lionheart quickly took off his armor, which could protect him from damage in battle and increase his personal charm, but it would have no effect on escaping, and would instead become a burden. Having taken off almost everything on his body, leaving only a pair of bottoms, he fell on all fours, like a real lion, and ran wildly.

The sky began to darken, and the killing in and around Ortlenburg gradually subsided, and those who returned from outside the city had at least three or five black barbarian heads on their bodies. The smell of blood rushed to the sky, staining the sunset with a layer of blood. There was almost a river of blood at the city gate, and a gust of wind blew, setting off rounds of red waves outside the city.

Once again, the black owls gathered here, hovering in the air, making excited and unpleasant sounds.

Presumably, I will be able to have a full meal tonight.

Jackals and coyotes hovered around, whining and setting their limits. It's just that they don't know that wanting to eat all this food is far from something that their insignificant race can do.