The dust and flames in the sky, the smell of dead corpses and gunpowder smoke filled almost the entire wilderness, pierced by arrows, burned alive by the flames, and even trampled corpses could be seen almost everywhere, this terrifying barbarian army was like a wounded, mad beast, no matter how much blood had been shed on its body, how far it was bruised, and it was going to pounce on the Twin Towers fortress that stood between two cliffs!

"Kill the Turin dogs, take the Twin Towers-!" Several war chiefs rushed to the front, waving their battle axes and shields, and roared excitedly: "Kill all the Turin dogs, rob them of their gold, snatch their women, take back our land, the ancestral spirits bless!"

"Ancestral Spirit Blessing - !!!"

In the midst of this roar, the momentum of the entire barbarian army became unprecedentedly high, and the sound of wild shouts and fierce battles rolled under the sky like a tidal wave, and there were constantly barbarian warriors who were pierced through their bodies by fire arrows falling from the sky, or smashed by ballistas, and turned into a pile of minced flesh in the splattered blood - even so, this group of fierce barbarian warriors did not flinch in the slightest, and the smell of blood only made them more fanatical!

Like torrents and waves, there is no power to stop their fearless roars and attacks - just like the barbarian warriors who attacked the Twin Towers three hundred years ago, they are still no different from their ancient ancestors three hundred years later!

And right behind these barbarian warriors, four trolls with chains on their bodies were carrying extremely rough polished boulders from the ground, and struggling to throw them at the towering city wall in the distance, and the earth was trembling, not only the city wall, as if the entire fortress was shaking in the midst of such a terrible attack.

The sound of war drums in the sky shook this desolate and bloody land. The bloody wind swept through the air, but it could not change the barbarism of the Vast Land Wasteland, and the charging army fell into the wasteland like cutting wheat under the attack of the ballistas and arrows of the Twin Towers Fortress, and every step forward, it cost dozens or even hundreds of casualties!

The topography of the Twin Towers Fortress is decided. Attacking the castle from the east would have to cost a heavy casualty, the narrow passages made the army crowded, the mountain walls on both sides made it desperate for those who wanted to climb, and the only way to attack was the narrow line that even a hundred-man team could not pave up, and more places were constantly under the threat of bows and ballistas!

The only option to rush under the walls is to pave the way out of corpses and flesh, and there is no other way.

One tribe after another. One by one, the clans were pushed onto the battlefield, and continued to attack along the bloody path that had been paved by those in front, and under the city walls, it was already dyed dark red.

But not a single tribe or clan war chief was timid, but this incomparably bloody battlefield made them extremely fanatical, screaming and waiting for their turn and their clan warriors to rush forward and attack the Twin Towers!

Three hundred years have passed, and the Hantus have been held back behind this fortress for too long. Even if they knew that it was a path to death, they were not stingy at all. Use your own flesh and blood as a sacrifice to completely destroy this castle that has held them back for three hundred years!

Standing at the back of the military formation, Gracchus did not have the slightest excitement on his face about to break through this majestic city, and there was incomparable indifference in his empty eyes, but he kept ordering to go down, letting one tribe after another rush forward to die.

This Twin Towers Fortress cannot be attacked. Gracchus knew this well - and he knew better that the "leader" who ordered him to reach the Twin Towers first had never expected himself to be able to breach the impregnable fortress in the first place.

He had given himself an army of fifty thousand, a four-headed troll—even under the command of that lord, a force to be despised for. But in front of this fortress, it is still impossible to be breached!

Such a strong castle needed not only an army, but also other forces, forces that could turn the tide - if there were ten trolls, Gracchus would have some confidence to break it, but he also knew that no leader could trust a subordinate so much, not even the one who was great.

What he really wanted to see was that he was at a loss before the fortress, that all the tribal chieftains and chieftains were as desperate as their ancestors had been, that they had lost all their faith and were ready to leave the sad land forever, and that he wanted to see the tribes crippled one by one, so weak that they had to cling to him to survive.

Then, this lord will arrive with his elite main force, and destroy this fortress that has made the Hantu people bleed for three hundred years in one fell swoop with unrivaled strength, and at that moment, the entire Hantu general will surrender to his feet, and he will become the true king of the Hantu!

And he is just a pawn that can be used.

It's not that Gracchus is smart, it's that he's seen too much - on the west coast, in the kingdom of Lund in the Misty Sea, the rise of such powerful people is almost always a routine, but in the end it will prevail and build a kingdom that will be strong for at least a hundred years, or it will become a wrecked person who is not even a mouse in the gutter overnight.

Roars, roars, shouts...... The barbarian warriors, who had paid countless costs, finally attacked under the city wall, set up a wooden ladder, and launched an attack towards the city wall mountain, and the flames of war finally spread to the city wall!

The crazy and excited barbarian warriors seemed to really see hope, saw the hope of capturing the fortress of the Twin Towers, and the battle axes and spears in their hands seemed to have turned into indestructible blades at this moment, and the infantry on the city wall were frantically strangled together, roaring loudly and rushing forward one after another.

But soon, they found that there were more and more enemies around them, and that the brothers and robes were ...... Less and less!

The legionnaires on the walls of the city formed a wall of shields with great ease, and the water that surrounded the enemy who rushed to the walls was impossible - they soon discovered that climbing up was only the first step, and behind that, there were layers of "walls" waiting for their arrival.

And the wails before dying became the most heard on the city walls—the war chieftain, who was at the forefront, who had not even climbed the walls, was pierced in the head by a javelin, and fell like rag bags on the pile of bones at the foot of the walls.

Before nightfall, the bloody battle of the evening was over...... Beneath the impregnable walls, all that awaited the barbarian warriors was yet another miserable rout, with hundreds of warriors scattering and fleeing, and not even a single army rushed out to cover them in the settlements behind them.

The weak and the vanquished were not entitled to honor, and in this savage land they were so bloody and ruthless, and their crushing defeat was in exchange for the decline of the power of the tribe and the decline of their status - when the bloodied war chiefs fled to the gates of the barracks, even a slave's child dared to spit in their face!

Gracchus, on the other hand, had only a cold-blooded expression on his face, and waved his hand at the guards beside him, dragging the defeated chieftains down, and the warriors of the war tribes also looked at their leaders expressionlessly, and were taken away like dogs.

When they were defeated, they naturally lost the power to rule and lead - they did not die on the battlefield, nor did they bring back victories, and they were not worthy of the followers of a brave warrior of the Hantu!

"Let the women and slaves make a fire and cook, prepare feed and food for the four-headed trolls, and have a good night's rest today. Gragu said in a deep voice: "Then, sacrifice all the war chiefs who are leading the army today - let them serve the ancestral spirits to atone for this fiasco!"

"Yes!" The guard behind him lowered his head and was about to leave, but was dragged by Gracchus again.

"Send someone to go to the Twin Towers City quietly. Gracchus looked at him with a strange look: "I'm going to negotiate with them!" (To be continued.) )