On the towers jutting out of the walls, only Lothar and some remnants of the Texas wolf clan remained, blood and stumps everywhere, and the howls of wolves and humans were filled with angry cries that mingled into a symphony of death.

Although Prajna has eliminated the opponent, the battle is far from over. Battles were taking place almost everywhere on the walls of Wolfburg, and the enemy's superiority in quantity and quality forced Giuliano, who was in command, to send all the reserves except his own personal guards into battle.

Then. Dozens of werewolves of different colors jumped up the city walls, they were obviously the new force reserved for the expeditionary force, and at this critical moment, appeared on a crumbling defensive line.

The commander of the expeditionary force, who was watching the situation on the battlefield from afar, frowned, these

"The lowly people" and

The resilience of "Rebellion" is surprisingly strong. It looks like it's about to collapse, but it always stays in a crumbling state.

He was forced to increase his troops several times, but Giuliano was clearly in charge, and whenever the line was about to be breached, he would always send a new force to plug the gap and pull the situation back in

"Crumbling" state.

"That's the end of it, Giuliano, I don't believe you have any new force left." The commander of the expeditionary force ordered the heralds to blow the horn, and before the war began, the contrast between the forces of the enemy and us was incomparable.

On the first night of the raid, the Expeditionary Force suffered similar losses to the Texas Wolves. The difference is that the number of centurions killed in the expeditionary force was several people.

In the course of the battle, more than ten centurions were lost, and as a result, half of the top combat strength of the entire expeditionary force had been consumed, which could be called a great loss of vitality.

Now, these dozens of elite pure-blooded wolf clans are really the strength of the expeditionary force at the bottom of the box. The oppressive feeling brought by dozens of pure-blooded wolf clans charging at the same time is extremely terrifying, and these burly wolf clans with an average height of more than three meters are definitely not something that these tired divisions in Texas can stop.

"Let's go, old folks, it's time for us to play." Giuliano sighed and looked at the dozen or so wolf warriors of the personal guard.

"Patriarch, you want to go too?"

"It's time to fight hard." Giuliano said in a deep voice: "In Wolfburg, all the soldiers who have the strength to fight have been sent to the city wall, and the crippled, cooks, wounded, and those who can get up have been sent to the front by me... We are already the last new force. "Hey-the captain of the guard didn't say anything more, the last of the enemy's new force was led by a powerful centurion, dozens of pure-blooded wolf clans who were top even at the horn head level, compared to their old bones, the difference in strength was really a bit huge.

"Are you scared?" Giuliano straightened his chest and pressed the saber at his waist, the patriarch of Basilicata, who had not made a move for a long time, showed an aura at this moment, far beyond that of an ordinary centurion.

The captain of the guard laughed: "I'm afraid of a fart, even if you old guy didn't have time to apologize to Nina before he died, I'm afraid that if you die, you won't be at peace." Giuliano had a complicated expression: "Yes, it's always a pity not to apologize." The captain of the guard raised his tone: "Hey, old fellow, don't think about asking me to help you pass the word, after this battle, your probability of surviving is much higher than mine." Giuliano shook his head with a wry smile, he drew the saber at his waist, and the emotion on his face changed to firmness again: "Guards, charge with me and kill all these shameful invaders." ”

"Prepare for the onslaught."

"Crossbowmen ready!"

"The patriarch is coming!" The Texas wolf clan, who was shocked by the charge of the dozens of pure-blooded wolf clans, saw Giuliano personally go down, and their morale rebounded slightly, but as the burly werewolf crashed into their own formation, this reluctant morale still couldn't erase the huge strength gap between the enemy and us after all.

One wolf warrior after another was killed. Giuliano could only watch as a personal guard who had followed him for many years was torn to pieces under the siege of the three-headed werewolf, but he couldn't even endure a scream, but he couldn't do anything.

He confronted the leader of the pure-blooded wolf clan. After a few rounds of fighting, he realized that this man was so strong that he had to concentrate on it.

"Patriarch Giuliano, long time no see." A hideous smile appeared on the werewolf's face: "I didn't expect such a day, right?" "This is a famous centurion of the Salino family, with whom Giuliano had a conflict when he was young, and the trigger was Cellinina's mother.

"Giuliano, you really damn it, I already knew that it was a complete mistake to hand over Luna to you, she only married you for a few years and then died? Luna has always been in good health, how did you abuse her to let her end up like this? Giuliano had no idea of nonsense, the sharp long sword extended the sword light of Mi Xu, this two-handed big sword was extremely powerful in his hand, and the corpse was separated with a blow from the ordinary elite werewolf, but the opponent dealt with it with ease.

"Hey, you're in a hurry, but what's the way to do it, the more impatient you are, the less likely you are to defeat me, I want you to watch your people all die, this is the end you deserve." The werewolf sneered and mocked.

He knows very well that if the two sides are serious and one-on-one, he will not be Giuliano's opponent, but the problem is that it is not a one-on-one state at the moment, he just needs to drag Giuliano.

"I want you to repent in hell!" But at this moment. Sharp white claws, pulled out from his back.

The red heart was still beating hard. He tried to turn around and see who had attacked him, and eventually, met a pair of eyes that were as calm as water.

The long green hair and the single horn have a cold ghost aura that is so rich that it seems to condense into substance. Prajna looked at Giuliano and whispered, "Your Excellency ordered me to come to your aid, it seems that I came at the right time." Giuliano felt his nose wet, and in this desperate moment, he was suddenly moved by the arrival of reinforcements, and he was also a little moved for a while.

"Thank you, Ms. Prajna." ...

"The famous Yao Knight only has this strength?" The sneer of Francesco the Ripper came from the audience on all sides.

The Holy Lance is unquestionable about the lethality of dark creatures, even if Francesco's hard power is above Jeanne, and if he really wants to be hit by Jeanne in the state of the divine body, it will not be good at all.

But the problem is that the Holy Spear, which has the Must-Hit trait, can't hit Francesco's body at all.

One after another, Francesco in a strange clown mask emerged from the darkness and rushed towards Jeanne, each doppelganger being a physical being, and on the surface, indistinguishable from his main body.

Coupled with the world built by the Duel Banner, the rules are naturally biased in favor of the other party. Even Jeanne's holy spear could not trace the source and kill Francesco who was hiding under so many heavy obstacles.

"If that's all there is to it, then I'm afraid I'll have to think about how to count the famous Shine Knight in the Dark World on my record." He sneered, but in fact he didn't let up in the slightest.

He could feel the power of the holy spear, and his clone was also the level of an ordinary centurion, and when he was touched by the holy spear, he would turn into ashes.

Trash talk is just a tactic, and whoever takes it seriously is really stupid.