Moore woke up from his sleep, and woke him up with a cold arrow, the arrow that bounced off his thick armor, and Moore easily held Bella beside him in his arms, and countless arrows shot through the narrow stone window to his back, perhaps in a second of the night, his beloved woman would be shot into a sieve and turned into a bloody hedgehog. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was no candle flame in the cold cabin, and Bella was held tightly in her arms by Moore, and she couldn't see his face clearly, and she could only judge by her snort that her man was still alive.

The first wave of dark arrow attacks lasted for a full five seconds, and there were faint shouts of killing outside the house, and those voices were getting closer and closer, and it was roughly estimated that there were at least five thousand or more invaders.

"Stay here, don't move!" Moore said, helping Bella to the edge of the bed.

"What the hell is going on?" Bella's voice trembled, horror taking over her delicate cheeks and body.

"There is only one possibility....." Moore looked at his lover's face by the moonlight, and did not say the most obvious answer.

Bella bit her lower lip tightly and chose to be silent. Moore picked up the axe from the wall, pushed open the stone door and rushed out of the house.

The moonlight was shining on the white snow, and not far away, countless sparks were gradually approaching him, and Moore was not surprised, even with his eyes closed, he could clearly remember the faces of the invaders, and the damned horn crest on their shields.

The cold wind howled in his ears, and Moore slashed at his enemies like a bolt of blue-white lightning, and by the time he reached the outskirts of the tribe, the people had already fought with the invaders.

A child only three or four months old was pierced through the chest by a spear, and the evil human lifted the child above his head, and the hot blood flowed down the shaft of the spear, staining the beast's hand armor red.

A second later, the two sturdy hooves fell into the snow, and the huge gelding lost its forelimb support and fell straight to the ground. Moore caught the human cavalry with a spear in one hand, the huge stone axe turned into a cold light in the night, the blade of the axe cut through the shoulder blade, and the heavy iron armor was like a thin shirt, but in an instant, the cavalryman was cut into two strips of flesh and lay down in the cold snow, the internal organs flowing out of the separated corpse and scattered to the ground.

Moore had just shaken off the blood from his hand when he was hit by something in the back, and he turned sharply, and it was a spear more than ten feet long, which had broken in the hands of the cavalrymen, and the tip of the spear fell to his feet.

At the same time, the cavalryman let out a cry of terror, and Moore once again wheeled his axe and headed straight for the horseman's head, the soft flesh wrapped in the iron helmet, but it was not enough to stop the stone axe, and the huge horse's head and the human head wrapped in the iron helmet fell into the snow at the same time.

The surrounding fighting has just begun, more and more human cavalry rushed into the stone forest like a tide, arrows continued to attack in all directions, Moore saw countless clansmen fall down in the fight, including women and children, the murderous human cavalry put on a formation he had never seen before, and besieged the lone blue bone soldier with several squads, those elders who usually showed their teeth and claws have long since disappeared, and Moore can only do self-protection at this time. It was the first time he regretted being with Bella.

On the other side of the battlefield, Alan and Sersi were on horseback, the former was as good as ever, and Sersi had an expression of facing a great enemy, and the infantry regiment followed behind them, slowly walking towards the archery corps on the periphery of the stone forest.

"Where's Kenny?" Alan said to himself, looking around, "The commander-in-chief is gone, why don't we go back the way we came?"

"It's a good idea, but not right now. Sersi looked at the archers who were constantly pulling their bows and asked, "When will you do it?"

Alan waved his hand with a nonchalant expression. "Wait, wait until they have shot all the arrows. ”

The archers, who had lost their command, had to follow the original order and keep holding their bows and shooting arrows until the last arrow in the quiver was consumed. When they looked at each other, not knowing what to do next, a sudden killing sound sounded in their backs.

The Oxhorn Infantry Regiment also divided into three phalanxes and rushed towards the archers who surrounded the stone forest. The archers had no idea what was happening, and countless infantry in the same iron armor as them rushed into the phalanx, and their brothers drew their swords at each other, and the archers on the periphery of the phalanx were beheaded one after another, and they even wondered if the group had fallen for witchcraft.

Selsi's command was not inferior, most of the soldiers of the infantry regiment came from the slums, and the dark-skinned men were strong and strong, and they did not give the archers a chance to abandon their bows and draw their swords, and by the time the unknown men reported it, death and rout were a foregone conclusion.

In the back of the battlefield, the fire was shining brightly in the wide cowhide tent, and the initiators of the battle were talking to Philo about Barton's strange lung disease, and they had just talked about a particularly well-known infirmary in the city of Assyria, which contained almost all the precious herbs of the Sumerian continent.

"Maybe that beautiful doctor can save Barton," Taylor took a small sip as he gracefully took his glass, "It's a good thing that the infirmary isn't in Nipur, I'm fed up with that filthy old fellow!"

"Indeed, that guy actually thinks that steak is the best thing in the world, and the most troublesome thing is to attend a banquet with him present, and that feels terrible!" Ferry echoed.

"It's over!" Taylor stood up, looking at the curtain and smiling treacherously like he had never seen before, "Nippur will be ours from now on, starting tonight." ”

A figure stood on a horse, gradually becoming clear in Taylor's line of sight. Kenny dismounts from his horse and walks into the tent with his left hand resting on the hilt of his ebony steel sword.

"Oh, our Arch-Priest is back!" Taylor said with a gleeful face, "You're not going to bring Moore's head back so soon, are you?" he covered his eyes, "Don't show me such bloody things! Just tell me and the war will be won!"

Kenny stood in front of Taylor with blank eyes and said in a calm tone, "Lord Taylor, as you expected, our battle has been won. ”

"Already won?" Fello stood up and looked at Kenny, "Nikon, you're such an amazing fellow! In the last battle, Taylor and Sersi suffered a lot, and although Patton temporarily withdrew my archers, even if we were to add them, we wouldn't be able to win so quickly!"

"Uhhh

Outside the tent there were a series of miserable howls, and the sound ended in a hoarse downward curve, and it was almost certain from the tail notes that the owner of the voice had choked.

"Sentinel!" Taylor yelled as he threw away the wine glass in his hand.

"What's going on out there?!"