Fighting for the Byron Empire was a decision made after careful consideration by Wren. This war would inevitably give Empress Pars absolute dominion in the war, and she probably knew very well that only if the war was maintained, to a relatively safe and dangerous level, would the nobles obediently obey. As long as they are obedient, then everything will be settled.

She will take power to herself and become the emperor she wants to be, the most successful, the most powerful, and the most outstanding female emperor in history.

In this case, Wren couldn't do anything, he could only watch quietly, quietly watching Empress Pars step by step towards her peak, but he couldn't do anything. If he does, then he is a traitor to the Orlando Empire, an object of spit, a negative teaching material for the aristocratic class, and will always be stared at at the pillar of shame.

So, he had to fight Byron.

Fight to Byron, ignite the war in Byron's territory, lose the pressure on Byron's side, and the entire empire can breathe a sigh of relief. As long as the Grace and Greon brothers are on the Western Front at the same time, plus reinforcements from within the empire, it is enough to beat the Full Moon people out in a short time!

As long as this war involving the three countries can be brought to an end as soon as possible, then Empress Pars will not be able to establish an undefeated feat, which means that she can still be toppled and overthrown to the ground!

Pursing his lips, the spring wind swept the fishy smell of the soil on the grassland, this fishy smell was not unpleasant, but gave Wren a feeling of relaxation. Everyone lives in nature, but everyone ignores nature all the time until they lose it. While nature is still so fresh and refined, take a few more breaths!

The train slowly stopped at the end of the Eastern Line, and in the Tiebi Pass, the person in charge of the Tiebi Pass immediately greeted him, and the smile on his face did not act, it was completely from the heart. In addition to being grateful for the aid and support brought by Wren, he is also happy that he doesn't need a little person like him to go to the top tank. Yes, once there is any mistake in the Iron Wall Pass, the first unlucky person is a petty officer like him who does not have much background, and the execution may be the best outcome, and it is more likely that the whole family will be reduced to slavery and sold.

He stretched out two hands and wiped them vigorously on his body, before he held Wren's hand fiercely, shaking it vigorously, and the corners of his mouth fell under his ears, as if he only needed a little force to hang on his ears. A mouth of yellowed yellow teeth seemed to exude some kind of strange smell, and Wren frowned, leaned back with his upper body.

"It's really great that you arrived in time!", the little officer was about to cry with joy, his eyes were already full of tears, "My name is Furman, the person in charge of the Iron Wall Pass, thank you again to the God of Light for letting you come here!"

Wren noticed a lot of dust on Furman's clothes, obvious damage to the cuffs, and most importantly, two blood marks on his cheeks and forehead. The wound was not large, and it was not deep, the blood had coagulated and blackened, and it did not look like a direct wound sustained in battle. Plus some gravel in his hair, which should have been cut out of broken stones.

"We talked as we walked. Wren shook his hand, and Foman realized that his behavior was a bit rude, he immediately let go of his hands, smiled a little awkwardly, and followed closely behind Wren. As he walked, Wren asked, "How is the situation outside the gate?"

Furman replied without the slightest hesitation: "The situation is not very good, their strength is a little too great, the most terrible thing is those giants!", Furman paused in his steps at the thought of the picture of the giant fighting, and his face showed deep fear.

"They're amazing!"

There is no exaggeration at all, those eight or nine meter-tall giants hold longbows like bed crossbows, and shoot arrows as thick as the thighs of adults, which is like a disaster! The battlements of the city wall have almost collapsed, and there are also some places on the city wall that have collapsed, if it were not for the iron wall pass, which is too thick, if it were replaced by the walls of other cities, I am afraid that they have been broken open by this group of giants.

What's more, those giants often work together to throw a minotaur onto the city wall. When they first came into contact with this tactic, they caused sudden losses to the soldiers defending the city, and people couldn't react at all, and several minotaurs got up from the ground with their heads shaken, and began to harvest life with huge axes and guns. If it weren't for the crossbowmen turning the car around in time, I'm afraid there would have been a big problem.

Of course, with experience, there was less tension in the face of such tactics, and before the minotaurs could wake up from the dizziness caused by the concussion, the soldiers inserted their weapons into their bodies along the opponent's armor.

But even then, they lost more than four hundred men!

Fortunately, the iron wall is high enough, thick enough, and strong enough, otherwise there is a real possibility of failure. The thought of the Giant Legion breaking the Iron Wall and introducing the Orc Elite Cavalry would be a great disaster for the entire empire.

Furman finally raised his head at this point, "It's good that we held on to the wall, and just repelled an attack from them about twenty minutes before you arrived!"

Wren nodded noncommittally, the ability to hold the Iron Wall Pass did have something to do with the courage and will of these soldiers, but the most important thing was that the terrain in the Weimar corridor was narrow enough. It's like the Cape of Good Hope, with huge and steep mountains that have been broken by the movement of the continent. It may be a thin line for this planet, but for those who live on this planet, it is a corridor, a passage.

The narrow passage of only forty or fifty people side by side is enough to make anyone who attacks the Iron Wall Pass sigh, and they can only use the tactics of refueling little by little to consume the vital forces of both sides.

In fact, this battle is really a bit naïve in Wren's opinion.

Ren, who has read the Three Kingdoms a few times and read a few history books, first thought of fire attack, once it burns in such a narrow place, it really can't run away. Coupled with the special terrain, the entire section of the Weimar Corridor near the Iron Wall Pass will become a hell of flames.

But he didn't blame Furman for being stupid, after all, he was just the captain of a thousand-man team, not a great general, or a master tactician, it was already rare to be able to hold the iron wall for a few days, and he couldn't do better.

"Arrange for my men to change their guards, put down the veterans on the city walls, and give them a good rest for the day. In addition, prepare all the containers in the gate and put them on the platform, and someone will bring a large amount of fire oil in the near future, which will be our chance to turn defeat into victory!", Wren stopped when he walked to the gate, took off his gloves and threw them into Furman's arms, "Do a good job, your bravery and fearlessness should be rewarded just and fairly, and when we win this battle, maybe you will be a nobleman." ”

Furman was so surprised that he couldn't even close his mouth, and he opened it so wide that he could stuff it into a fist.

Aristocrat!

He shuddered, the word was so far away from him, but I don't know why, so close. All the blood in his body burned, and even the bones were a little lighter. This is a nobleman, a nobleman!" he shuddered and folded Wren's gloves in his hands, and gave a military salute with his head held high, Wren nodded without saying whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, and walked directly towards the city wall.

He wants to see how powerful this giant army is!

The closer you got to the walls, the more houses were damaged, and the arrows that could only be used with iron fibers and bed crossbows destroyed all sorts of facilities, and almost all of the buildings in a row slightly closer to the walls collapsed. There was no strong smell of gunpowder here, nor the smell of iron filings left after the collision of the tip of the knife, but the aura of destruction did not diminish in the slightest, but became stronger.

Stepping on the stairs covered with small stones and walking up to the city wall, the veterans who came down from the city wall all looked at Wren curiously, they were curious, but no one said anything, they all took the initiative to make way for Wren.

When Wren walked to the wall, he crossed the ground that seemed to have been ploughed, and stood behind the battlements that were about to be smoothed out with stones, iron fibers, broken arrows, and blood, and looked at the army of giants resting in the distance, and exhaled lightly.

"Put up my flag!"

The leader of the Giant Legion, the Minotaur Hoffman, who was repairing in the distance, stood up from the ground suddenly, he had two wounds on his body, both caused by the ballista, and not everyone could dodge it in the non-stop fire, not to mention the sinister and despicable Desi who also used special arrows. The reason why he was so shocked was because he saw a huge black and gold-edged flag, which suddenly fluttered on the wall of Eggshell Pass!

No matter how ignorant he was, he also knew that the eight most powerful golden families in the Orlando Empire who could use such a color as the background color and border of the banner were the eight most powerful golden families in the Orlando Empire.

The tangled golden brambles reflected the blinding sunlight, and Hoffman twisted his head to squint at the wall and the people standing on it.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed a few syllables out of his mouth - Arcania!

Yes.

Only the banner of the House of Arcania had a pattern of thorns outlined with gold thread, and it was a golden nobleman, perhaps even Wren himself.

Hoffman immediately beckoned, a giant with a head the size of half his body lowered his head, Hoffman pointed at Wren, "Shoot him! Shoot him and you will be the Lord of the Empire!"

The giant's eyes lit up, and he immediately untied the huge longbow from his back, and casually pulled out a six-meter-long arrow from the quiver inserted in the cliff, aimed at Wren, and quickly let go.

The taut bowstring thumped and pushed the arrow out!