Roaring, roaring, wailing, shouting...... The eagle falling mountain under the cold moonlight has completely turned into a killing field of flames and blood, the sound of fighting and roaring echoes everywhere on the hillside, and the sonorous roar and the sound of swords and guns colliding are like passionate music, playing for the whole world on this grand stage!

"Rush up, kill them all, kill them all——!" Waving the battle axe and shield in his hand, the blue wolf warrior riding a blood wolf waited for the already blood-red eyes, and the dull roar seemed to be an ancient and desolate war drum: "Insert the totem of the blue wolf into the top of the Eagle Fall Mountain!"

"For Grand Chief Asrael——!!!!"

The fierce and fierce barbarian warriors roared and roared like beasts in the jungle, waving their cold weapons and pounced on them, and their bloodthirsty cries were terrifying!

A blue wolf warrior riding a blood wolf, a naked berserker wielding a long-handled battle axe, and a jungle hunter with a javelin and a sharp blade covered in totemic blue...... In order to take down the Eagle's Fall Mountain, which is vital to the survival of the clan, Asriel has blocked almost all of his elite!

On the dark moonlit night, the cold-eyed Asriel rode the black blood wolf and stared at the burning battle flag legion barracks, the blood cross battle flag in the flames made him feel extremely dazzling, and the Dominic scimitar on his shoulder fell gently, and the blade reached the heraldic battle flag fluttering on the gate of the barracks, and a cruel sneer rose at the corner of his mouth.

"What are you waiting for, warriors of the Blue Wolf Clan, enjoy tonight's slaughter as if you were enjoying the last night of your life!" Asriel shouted with a smile on his lips, "Tear that cross flag to shreds for me!"

"Kill it——!!!!" shouted the fierce blue wolf warriors excitedly. The entire hillside was filled with shouting and fighting figures—the surging crowd seemed to be a river flowing backwards. Raise the great waves that swallow everything. Rushing towards the barracks of the Battle Banner Legion!

"Battle Banner Legion, forward ——, ready to engage the enemy!"

Compared to the fierce barbarian warriors, the warriors behind the earthen wall were a little calm at this moment, and the centurion standing in the front row stared at the enemy who rushed out from between the flames and the trench, raised his shield sharply, and struck it hard with the hilt of his sword: "Shield wall - for Lord Edward Witwood!"

"God bless Turin ——!!!!"

The roaring Turin soldiers drew their broadswords from their waists and pressed them against the edge of their shields—even though their hearts were about to jump out at this moment, they remained unmoved. It's clear to all. What will happen to them once the barracks are destroyed, even if it is to survive, they must fight.

There would be no other Second Banner Regiment to die for them this time - once the line in the darkness of the night collapsed, they would become cattle to be slaughtered by the enemy, slaughtered on this Eagle Fall Mountain, just like the Feather Legion once was.

Rows of spears stretched out between the layers of shields, held flat facing the front. The soldiers waited nervously, their eyes trembling as they saw the bright swallowtail flag fall forward suddenly!

"Rush, ——!!!!"

Entire rows of Turin soldiers, spears in hand, charged at the oncoming barbarian warriors. The whole row of spears seemed to be a heavy wall, blocking the blood wolf cavalry who rushed to the front. The sound of the gun breaking rang out one after another.

In exchange for the desolate wails of monsters, the barbarian warriors who had been impaled alive by their spears screamed and fell into the trenches, and even a few of them struggled to climb up, and were immediately crushed by the soldiers above with the edges of their shields.

"Hold the line and fight!" Throwing away the broken guns in their hands, the centurions roared fiercely one by one, and the battle flag corps formed a shield wall was like a semi-arc composed of small squares, closely protecting the innermost barracks.

But such a "strong" shield wall did not last even a quarter of an hour, and the wolf warriors who were shouting and fighting fiercely had already strangled the entire front together, and they could only rely on the clothes on their bodies to identify the target, and tried their best to stab the sharp blade in their hands into the miscellaneous mouths on the opposite side!

Charge after charge, repulsion of the enemy who was about to storm the barracks, but soon another enemy rushed up from behind, roaring and screaming and tearing the soldiers and knights who had just breathed a sigh of relief to pieces.

"Watch out for the front, you idiots with shit in your heads!" Seeing his hundred-man squad retreat under the enemy's attack, the centurion couldn't help but curse, and caught a glimpse of a dark shadow lunging towards him—a sharp spear piercing out of his mouth, and a torn tongue hanging from the tip of the spear!

"Kill all the Turin Miscellaneous!" the wolf hunter with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips drew another javelin, and before he could raise it, the flaming arrow whistled in, hitting his right eye - the flames with the oil burned on his face, and the barbarian warrior who was screaming and screaming fell to the ground, twitching violently as if enchanted, until he was hurt to death, and then swallowed his breath.

"Damn it, damn it!" Robin's bow hadn't been brought since it was raised, and he grabbed an arrow from his mouth and shot it into the crowd, "Why do we have to work for this ungodly Lord Edward Witwood?!"

"Because he gave enough money, because this deal is good enough for Silver Blood!" "Shirell snorted coldly, "No one has to force you to come here, you can leave when you are in Hantu City!"

"That's not a good reputation for my four-leaf clover Robin, I'm not the kind of person who will give up halfway!" the little Robin couldn't help muttering: "Since I agreed, I will definitely do it to the end, that's my style of doing things - if I agree, I will never give up!" As he spoke, the bow in his hand was still tilting the whistling flames, sending one enemy after another to hell.

"But I promise you—with the Radiant Cross, the ancestral spirit of the land, the god of truth...... And in the name of all the bastards in the sky, I'll never do this kind of life-saving work again in my life!" As he rolled around to dodge the tomahawk thrown at him, Robin stared at Shrell with wide eyes: "When I get back to the West Coast, I'll officially marry you home!"

For a moment, the mercenary who was a little stunned looked at the sturdy little man Robin rushing towards the gate of the enemy's most dense barracks with a war bow, his silver teeth were locked, and the fierce sword in his hand once again swung wildly, and with blood, he split a blue wolf warrior who rushed to the front in half: "Silver blood, hold the wall!"

"For Captain Shirrell Lytlane, and for Lord Edward Wetwood——!!!!" Even these mercenaries couldn't help but laugh and shout, their sturdy shields like walls tightly blocking the barracks behind them, preventing the surging enemies from advancing even half a step.

Trenches, horse-repellent piles, wooden fences...... In order to weaken the enemy's offensive, the entire Battle Banner Legion has exhausted all means, but in front of the entire Blue Wolf Clan, this little bit of strength is simply overwhelmed, although the soldiers who gritted their teeth and roared with all their strength, they were still attacked by the enemy at the foot of the earthen wall, and the crossbowmen almost looked into the eyes of the enemy and beat out the few remaining stone cannons and fire oil cans.

And in the narrow distance of dozens of steps in front of the barracks gate, it has completely become a grinding disc that constantly crushes the flesh and blood of both sides - the soldiers on both sides are constantly rushing in this direction, using their own flesh and blood as nourishment, fighting for the little insignificant advantage for the brothers behind them, and even the light infantry standing in the back row has been gathered by Edward, forming a simple phalanx to do everything possible to block the enemy's terrifying offensive.

"This is the beginning, Edward Witwood, don't be done so soon!" )