"The mystery of war lies in the hearts of the people, whether it is a fight or a trick. ”

- Rolf Haida

The defense of the city was hard, a hundred or so soldiers held out for a whole day, many of the houses and stone walls were dismantled by these soldiers to defend the city, the shields were shot into hedgehogs by arrows, fortunately, Archie left enough shields, the Kakamanes' bows were not lethal, and many of the arrows that came up did not even have iron arrows, just sharpened wood.

Grevor's sword hilt wandered around the city wall for three days before he saw the tall man's figure reappear under the city. The ladder was completely abandoned, and breaking through the gates with huge siege logs seemed to be the only option for the Kakamans. However, Grebe was pleased with this scene.

The door should have collapsed, as both the Wolfsburg soldiers and the Kakamans knew, but there was just a mess of things piled up behind the door, from a dilapidated wheelbarrow to a small piece of wood that didn't help when the beams were removed. These things are almost crammed into the arches behind the doors.

When the round-headed siege log finally smashed the gate into pieces, and then smashed the gate into pieces a few times, the debris was deliberately left out of the hole, and one after another crossbow arrows flew out, and twelve people shot alternately, six people shot and six people loaded, so that the Kakamans in front of the city gate had to retreat with tower shields.

However, the effect of this is limited, when the debris is ignited by the fire, Grave can only order the soldiers to keep pouring water on the debris, but it has no effect, when the debris is burned to a certain extent, the opponent's siege wood only needs a single impact to collapse the debris.

Dozens of soldiers from Jin stood behind the gate holding shields and long swords, and some simply held a logging axe that I don't know where it came from, in short, the moment the city gate was broken, everyone knew that they were going to follow the one-armed adult in front of them who was holding a heavy sword and fought to the death.

Kill one without losing, kill two to earn. The veterans clenched their swords tightly and shook them gently, and their sophisticated steps were able to rush over as soon as they got down the tower and take out the Kakamans with logs first.

However, this was not the case, and the Kakamans were buried by the debris that fell from the height after they crashed into the debris, and they did not hit a path sufficient to charge.

When the first figure stepped up from under the pile of debris, the Wolfsburg soldiers howled and tried to rush up, but they took two steps and stopped. Without him, this man's body is too tall.

The height of the Northridge people is the tallest in the whole of Naranst, and if this man is in the Silvermoon Country, will those arrogant Tyrans feel that they are dwarfs by then?

The man and the soldier swapped out from behind the debris pile into the city, and the Wolfsburg soldiers backed back a bit, led by Grevor. As the man slammed his Northridge execution sword on the ground with his beheading greatsword in his hand, Grave genuinely felt the ground tremble beneath his feet.

"Who are you?" Greif asked as he looked at the man, who didn't mean to do it immediately, and had to say that up close, this man could be called the more handsome of the Kakamans, although he also had a big nose, but he rarely had a special temperament, whether it was his deep sunken eyes or the beard that couldn't hide his real age. The man was only in his thirties, and this was what Greif could see from the man's eyes.

The man smiled, his face full of domineering and rebelliousness. Lips under his beard squirmed in ancient Kakaman language that Grave didn't understand.

"In front of you is the god of war's Houyikres Capone, the great king of the Kakaman clan. The squire, who had always been with Kress, spoke in Narainster.

"Hmph. Grave sneered, said, "Kill him!" and rushed forward first.

However, he had just lost an arm, and he couldn't grasp the center of gravity at all, and under Kress's contemptuous expression, his one-handed heavy sword was easily blocked by Kress's still sheathed greatsword, and Grave only felt that the sheathed greatsword was immediately reversed on his cheek like a black stick.

After a centerless Grever fell to the ground, Cress's powerful foot stomped on Grevor's back. None of the soldiers behind him moved, and the Wolfsburg soldiers who came with shields and swords swarmed up to greet them with the unsheathed and gigantic decapitation greatsword.

The two soldiers who came first looked at the waving giant sword and subconsciously raised their shields, there was no way, the sword in their hands couldn't reach each other at all. However, the end of the giant sword, where there should have been little strength, gave the two soldiers a heavy blow, and when the broken shield and bloody arm appeared in their eyes, the soldiers of Wolfsburg did not even react to what had happened.

Kress didn't move again after swinging his sword, and looked at the two soldiers amusedly. The soldier with the felling axe took the opportunity to rush forward, looking at the unresponsive Kress, the soldier naively thought that he could hack the monster to death with an axe.

However, things were not as rosy as he had imagined, and Kress didn't even see him as real, but when his axe was about to slash at Kress's neck, Kress just reached out and grabbed the handle of the axe. A soldier with an axe in both hands could not press the axe down even a little harder.

Kress glanced at the soldier, who swore in his heart that he knew he was going to die, and that look said it all. But he didn't expect that he would die so gorgeously.

Cress, who had raised his axe high, lifted it with a sharp force, along with the soldier holding the axe. The soldier stared blankly at the smiling face that was close at hand.

The next moment the severe pain in the abdomen made the soldier have to let go of his hand, but the moment he let go, the soldier regretted it, both hands hurriedly grabbed the giant sword that stabbed into his stomach, the whole person was suspended in the air, the moment he let go, his own weight pressed on the sharp blade, he couldn't exert his strength but still subconsciously grabbed the hilt of the sword, the heart-rending pain made him want to scream, but the blood had poured up his throat so that he couldn't make a sound.

Kress reached out and shook it as if he had shaken off a lump of rotten flesh. The soldier's body flew out of the greatsword, forming a parabola in the distance and smashing into the wall.

The remaining Wolfsburg soldiers no longer stepped forward, perhaps they had the courage to die, but that didn't mean they had the courage to fight a monster like Kress. Grave was lying on the ground, the strength of the foot on his back making him unable to move, he couldn't even see what was happening, and could only watch a soldier fly out from his face that was pressed to the ground.

Looking at the Wolf Castle soldiers who didn't dare to come forward, Kress didn't speak, and the squire led the soldiers to meet them, it was a battle without suspense.