The wind that rags in the sky will whizz between the mountain peaks, the dust will turn into loess, and the blood-stained swallowtail flag will continue to sway in the wind.

Gracchus stared in amazement at the sea of fire in the camp of the settlement in the distance, his wide eyes even filled with unparalleled fear and despair, as if the sharp screams and cries were constantly echoing in his ears, and the flames in the billowing smoke were like murderous demons, devouring the earth in large swaths, and the smoke that rushed to the sky almost covered the entire settlement!

Trembling all over, his eyes were becoming more and more hideous, his eyes were bloody, his lips full of blood had already been bitten by him, and his bloodshot heart was filled with endless rage, turning into the most angry roar.

"Edward - !!!"

The cry of grief is like the cry of a lone wolf driven to a cliff, screaming in grief and indignation in the face of despair with no way out.

It wasn't until this moment, when he saw the flames, that Gracchus really understood what Edward was up to—just when he noticed the cavalry, he thought they were trying to attack him.

Any judgment in any moment may be the difference between life and death, but this time he guessed wrong! Looking at the raging sea of fire, Gracchus no longer expected how much grain would survive—and when that precious grain was reduced to ashes, how many tribes would be as loyal to him as they had been in the past?

I'm afraid that these war tribes with heavy casualties will immediately start killing each other, and even regard the Red Horse Clan as their first target for plunder and revenge?!

The bloody battle on the walls continued, but it was far from as smooth as it had been - although Gracchus had committed more than a thousand elite barbarian warriors, these forces were still far from enough in front of the Twin Towers. The rain of arrows caused the totem warriors who had climbed the walls to fall screaming, and those who rushed to the walls were soon surrounded by layers of shield walls. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't calmly tear apart the tight front.

Blood and battle axes made these best hunters of the Vast Land really feel invincible, and the blades in their hands split shield after shield, and the spears pierced the heads of one Turin soldier after another.

The formation, which seemed to be tight and neat, became vulnerable to their sudden attack. Soon they took most of the city walls, and death and pain could only bring them endless fanaticism!

But soon they began to perceive that the enemy seemed to be growing more and more, and no matter how much they wielded their battle axes and stabbed their spears again and again, they could not kill those who looked weak and could only hide behind their shields and wear armor;

The roar of excitement and excitement gradually subsided. All that remained was the sound of the neat footsteps of the Banner Legionnaires, and the imposing slogans, incomparably slow, but with unstoppable force.

The totemic warriors who fought hard could only retreat step by step, and even the place they had taken began to be unable to keep, stepping on the bones that covered the entire city wall, and the muddy blood made them even a little unsteady.

Each of these barbarian warriors was an elite, but there were twice as many of them when faced with them. When there are three or even four times as many enemies, their power has been exhausted by the enemy in front of them. With sore arms and heavy tomahawks, they have to constantly retreat in front of these weak and "cowardly" enemies!

Each of them could see that the enemy in front of them had actually exhausted his physical strength, and the tiredness on his face could not be concealed at all. But there were far more of them than these barbarian warriors, and the orderly queue allowed them to constantly replace the people in front of them, relying on each other to conserve their strength. It was approaching like a tumbling wheel. And these fierce samurai, there are no more reinforcements behind them!

"Stand back, stand back—!" Gracchus shouted suddenly, and the barbarian warriors who had just been fighting with the soldiers of Turin immediately gathered around their clan leader - it had come so suddenly that the already tired soldiers of the Banner Legion did not even react for a moment. Stunned in place.

"What is he going to do?" Radius, panting, released the shield in his hand and supported his body with his long sword.

"The Radiant Cross will know. Herti on the side couldn't help but spout, he couldn't even breathe: "But it's definitely nothing good!"

"Tonight's bloody battle is not the last battle between us - you don't need to say it, you understand!" Gracchus, who came out of the warriors behind him, carried the Dominic scimitar, which was still as bright as new: "You may be able to win this night, but I still have tens of thousands of troops, and I can still organize ten or a hundred attacks - you are far from winning this war!"

"Then come on, you just want a thousand times, and we will still accompany you!" Lepinus raised his hand to stop Robin, the little man behind him who had secretly raised his bow and arrow to aim, and also walked out of the shield wall: "What do you want to do?"

"Opportunity - I give you this opportunity to end this bloody war in just one night. Gragu smiled: "The two of us duel one-on-one. ”

"If you lose, let us go tonight. Gracchus smiled and said, "If I lose - my life is yours, the Red Horse Clan will lose their leader, you just need to release a captive and let him bring back my last order, I promise that the Red Horse Clan will always evacuate here, and will never take revenge on you." ”

"What?!" Repcinus's eyes widened - not only him, but even Herthy had been frightened and opened his mouth wide, is this barbarian crazy?!

If they lost, they only lost one chance to kill Gracchus, and it was only a possible opportunity, but if they did, it would be a brilliant victory, and a legion alone against an army of 50,000 men, even compared to the Duke of Hantu City, who had held the fortress of the Twin Towers for generations, it was a great victory!

What to do, whether to agree or to refuse? Liberus was in a dilemma - he was not afraid of death, but if he put the whole fortress in danger because of his own impulses, it would be a dereliction of duty as the chief centurion, not to mention that he could not guess what the purpose of this guy was.

A bitter smile appeared at the corners of Gragus's mouth...... The people of Turin did not yet know that their "Lord Edward" had burned down the granaries of the Red Horse settlement, and even if they refused, the entire clan would collapse without a fight by tomorrow morning.

And now the only thing Gragu can do is to try to escape--with these hundreds of elite hunters who are still alive around him, plus the remnants of the Red Horse Clan, even in the east, he can still take a small piece of territory, rebuild his strength, and multiply.

Of course, if you get to that point, you will never have the chance to see the moment of the rise of the clan in your life - the next time the totem of the Red Horse Clan appears outside the Twin Towers, I am afraid it will not be possible until a hundred years, or even two hundred years later - but in any case, survival is the first priority.

"And...... This can be regarded as an answer for you. Gragu raised the blade lightly and pointed it at Rebinus's cheek: "Haven't you always wanted to avenge your father, I will give you this opportunity, it depends on whether you want it or not!"

"I accept - in the name of Repinius!" "Repinus finally did not hesitate - or rather, the blood flowing in his body no longer allowed him to give up this opportunity when he heard the word revenge, and he was loyal to Edward Wittwood, who was loyal for revenge!

The fighters on both sides were silent and withdrew to the sides, making room for them. Dominic's scimitar and Turin broadsword pointed at each other, and neither of them acted as the so-called referees, and the two sides who had a very tacit understanding lightly touched the sharp edge of the blade, and shouted and pounced on each other.

The fight began. (To be continued.) )