The hot kerosene fell one by one, and the soldiers threw their lit torches into the greenskinned crowd, and in an instant, outside the watchtower, the flames were soaring, the smoke was everywhere, and the screams of the greenskinned orcs and goblins were heard endlessly......

The largest castle in the North, the Watchfort is the military stronghold north of Kislev and the northern gate of Kislev. Once it falls, the entire northern frontier will be exposed to the threat of the enemy. It is home to some of the best soldiers in the entire North.

On the tower, sappers operated ballistas and fired at the siege towers. Nine of the fourteen large siege towers have already reached the walls of the inner city of the watchtower. A steady stream of greenskins were climbing the walls from the towers, roaring and roaring, fighting with the defenders of the Watch Fortress.

In the midst of the chaos, Count Cyril was forced to go into battle himself, and he opened the potion handed by the apothecary. After the cork was opened, an entire bottle of potion was swallowed in one gulp. Potion of Courage ...... This can at least allow him to lead his troops to kill the enemy like a real man in a short period of time.

Smoke nearly enveloped the inner city of the Watchtower, and the air was filled with the smell of burning, the stench of collapsed buildings and burnt corpses.

"The people of the Watch Fortress, outside the city now, there is an army of orcs. We are besieged and have no way out. You have seen the brutality and savagery of the orcs, your loved ones have died under their swords and axes, we have given so much for this war, and besides, there is nothing left to lose. ”

Cyril led his army to fight on the front lines, and in the city, Lord Giger took the place of the conscription general and gave his final mobilization speech in the inner city. With Cyril's permission, the armory has been opened, and all of the Watchtower's weapons are about to be distributed to every civilian.

"However, we are not hopeless. As long as we are united and take up arms to fight those beasts to the end, we have hope of survival. Or for the power to survive, or for revenge. We should all stick to it. ”

Giger said, his massive body resembling a giant bear standing in the flaming sun. Behind him was a two-handed greatsword a man tall. At this moment, compared to the real owner of this castle, Giger seems to be more lordship.

But it doesn't matter who the lord is, at this moment, the humans in the city are no longer fighting not only for the kingdom, nor for the lord. It's about fighting for the power to survive.

"Men of the Watch Fortress, take up these weapons, whatever you were before, whether you were a farmer, a fisherman, a hunter, or a blacksmith. From now on, you are no longer farmers, fishermen, hunters, and blacksmiths, from now on, you are all soldiers of the Watch Fort. Fight like a real man, for the power to live!"

Giger shouted.

Weapons were distributed one by one, and the most combat-ready middle-aged people were given chain mail and leather armor, while the young ones were given only an axe or a short sword, some of them were given helmets, and some even had only a spear. It's almost an army of outcasts wearing tattered copper and iron.

"Block the gate!"

On the city wall, bloody battles broke out, and at the city gate, hundreds of watchfort soldiers and civilians formed the last line of defense, resisting the city gate to the death. The sturdy gates of the North cracked under the impact of the orcs, and sawdust and dust continued to fall overhead, sprinkling the warriors' faces and armor gray and white. Outside the city gates, the beastly roar continued. The giant was armed with a giant hammer like a tree trunk and smashed the city gates.

The gates of the Watch Castle were twisted and crumbling under the giant's repeated blows. Equally shaky is the future of the North.

"Hold your ground! Whatever comes out of the gates next, don't be afraid. "Beans Book City

"Remember, only together can we have any hope of survival!"

On this side of the gate, Baron Giger raised his arms and shouted, and the Lord of Castle Twilight stuck his great sword in the ground and prayed sincerely.

[At the last moment of this life, I dedicate my life to the bear god Ersun]

[For the north, for my homeland, I will give my all]

Giger prayed in a low voice, and in front of him, the huge main gate of the Watchcastle finally could not withstand the slamming of the giants. Collapsed with a bang.

In an instant, dust swept in the sky.

"For Kislev's!

Giger roared with his sword. Behind him, all the soldiers of the watchfort pounced on the collapsed gate. However, it was the behemoth that made them even more desperate...... An Araknari giant spider in size comparable to a giant!

The giant spider roared and rushed in, and Giger only felt that there was an extra shadow above his head, which was the belly of the giant spider, and in an instant, countless screams sounded from behind him, and the araknari giant spider began to kill. It stabbed the human infantry with its steely spikes, skewering them like meat skewers, and at the same time, opening its jaws like giant pincers, grabbing a human soldier who was about to escape......

The crowd is desperate, and it is one thing to be high-spirited, and it is another thing to have a disparity in strength. High morale cannot make up for the disparity in strength. People are desperate...... Some people don't even want to endure this fear anymore, and rush directly to hit the tip of the spear of the greenskin. Death may be another relief......

Count Cyril on the city wall, the potion of courage has failed, and at this moment, he is crouching in the corner and shivering. Beside him, the castle guards fell one by one, and Grimg Ironhide was not far away, the black-green beast face, the broken fangs, the shocking scars on his face. Cyril couldn't be mistaken, it was the leader of the Orc Legion, Grimg Ironskin. That is, the killer in Rod's mouth.

There were no more guards around Cyril, and Ironhide looked this way, walking towards him on the blood-soaked and wall-to-wall walkway. Cyril hurriedly got up, but tripped over the corpse under his feet and ran forward. He could feel the deep murderous aura that emanated from the orc behind him. As if to say - run, run, coward. However, he didn't care anymore, he just had to live......

At this moment, under the blood-colored sky, a loud horn sounded. The Lord of the Black Hammer and the King of the White Bear arrived with reinforcements.

The contrast between the roaring castle and the reinforcements neatly appearing on the horizon is stark.

"For the North!

Riding a huge white bear, Rhodes roared loudly.