Tiredness, **, dizziness, labor pains...... Edward, who was completely blackened in front of him, grabbed the scimitar cut by the enemy in front of him, and stabbed the Dominic soldier through the abdomen with his right hand, along with the broken vertebrae, and the blade full of blood came out from behind, along with a few pieces of minced flesh of internal organs.

The stunned Zifan mercenary kept pouring bright red blood from his mouth, his body twitched and screamed and he was choked by the throat, and the trance-like Edward directly twisted his neck, throwing the corpse with a scimitar at his feet like garbage, gasping for breath.

As if he had been hit his back, his barely upright body fell to his knees in a pool of blood. It was as if all the strength of his body had been drained, and the mixture of sweat and blood seemed to stick to his eyelids, and even opening his eyes seemed to have become an extremely difficult task.

"Lord Edward?!" Little Goodwin, who was lying on the ground, stared at Edward's fallen back with wide eyes - the first time he saw Sir Edward Witwood, who was forever smiling, as if he was forever invincible, how weak could he be like this?

The jackal-like enemies were still rushing up in groups, and Edward, who had no weapons in his hands, heard the panicked cries and cries for help from little Goodwin behind him, but he couldn't help laughing, the whole world seemed to have been completely separated from himself, and his consciousness seemed to be quietly waiting for the last moment to come, rationally and ruthlessly examining his current self.

"Bell-!" The piercing sound of sword strikes pierced through the mind, and Edward, who had just lowered his head, suddenly opened his eyes, and Shrell Lightroot, who was holding his two-handed greatsword high, blocked in front of him and held the severed battle axe, and the scimitar from the other side slashed directly into her shoulder armor, and the mercenary who was in pain couldn't help frowning, and blood flowed from her tight teeth and fell on her lips.

"Hey!" the terrible greatsword swung suddenly, and the screaming Shirrell directly cut off the heads of the two guys in front of him, gasping for breath, grabbed Edward's collar and lifted him off the ground, his clear eyes digging directly into those obsidian eyes.

"You can't die here, all of us can die but only you can!" staring at the once seemingly invincible man in front of him, Shirrell called out loudly: "Don't forget that you promised to give me a large sum of money, if you die here, who will pay the bill?!"

"I lied to you, I don't have that much money at all. The tired Edward barely showed a slight self-deprecating smile on his face: "You shouldn't have come at all." ”

"I know, but I'm here anyway. Shairel pursed the corners of her mouth, but she still couldn't stop the blood from gushing out of the corner of her mouth, and a broken arrow was still left on her side: "Fight me to the end, you said this won't be our last battle, then prove it to me!"

"I will. Breaking the barrel of the gun on his calf, the smiling Edward picked up an iron sword casually, and the figure stood up straight: "Either we end here, or we start here - and we will never end here!"

Landezel, do you want to kill us all, and take all of our lives? Then pay a price, our hundreds of lives are very expensive - and you don't deserve the one who can kill me!

"God bless Turin-!" little Goodwin struggled to get up from the ground, picked up the fallen battle flag and shook it with a little cry, the broken flaming goshawk flag was covered with dust, and in his hands hunted and guided the brothers who were still struggling to fight: "God bless Turin-!"

"God bless Turin-!!!" The Turin soldiers who shouted raised their shields and struggled to push away the enemy in front of them, the blades in their hands shone with the cold light of the forest, and regrouped beside Edward, forming a shield wall one by one, and the bloodied guards standing in the back row picked up their spears from the ground and threw them out as throwing spears, putting the Dominic soldiers who had just pounced on the ruins in the pile of corpses and pools of blood.

But the Zifan mercenaries behind were still rushing up, even if the broken ruins were almost full of corpses and rubble, these soldiers who had completely fallen into a frenzy had no intention of stopping, and the battle flags that were also stained with smoke and blood were still rushing forward and hitting the Turin soldiers who were getting weaker and weaker.

"Knights of the Sacred Tree—!" Blake Hubble suddenly roared and slammed his shield with the steel sword in his hand, turning to blow his horn at all the veterans who were still alive: "Knights of the Sacred Tree, follow me!"

The resolute-eyed veterans stood up with resolute eyes and walked from the back row to the front line. The middle-aged knight, who was also already injured, looked firmly at the purple-haired woman who was also looking at him, and his voice was very slight: "Protect Edward Wetwood, whatever you are staying here for." ”

"......" Shirrell didn't speak, just nodded wordlessly, and glanced at the young knight who was still struggling to fight: "You're going to die?"

"Someone is going to die!" Blake Hubble smiled for the first time, raising his sword and shield before blowing the horn of the attack. The soldiers of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, who had held up their shields, silently leaned on each other, shoulder to shoulder, and launched a final round of charge against the enemy who had just pounced on the ruins, and the surging black tide was immediately stopped!

With a desperate cry, the roaring veterans of the Order swung away the enemy's spears with their shields, and the sharp tips of their spears tore a bloody mark on their cheeks, still unconscious, and roared and pounced on the Dominic soldiers who were shocked by their sudden momentum, and a sharp steel sword pierced the enemy's chest from under the shield!

The sergeants of the Knights of the Holy Tree who suddenly launched a counterattack even directly pushed out the Zifan mercenaries who rushed into the castle, and even opened a gap in front of the ruins.

But this was only temporary, these exhausted veterans only relied on the last bit of strength to regain their glory, and soon died tragically one after another in the siege of the enemy, and even the Holy Tree Knight Blake, who led the team, was completely surrounded by the enemy, desperately wielding the steel sword in his hand to fight.

"Blake Hubble?!" Edward's eyes tightened, looking at the scenes of the veterans who were struggling to meet the battle outside one after another, and his heart was crossed: "Everyone, retreat to the inner fort!"

I can't save these veterans who were "sent to death", but at least I can make their deaths worthwhile-relying on the strong gates, battlements and parapets of the inner fort, and they can continue to fight for a while.

The exhausted soldiers of Turin also silently watched the sergeants of the Knights of the Sacred Tree who had won their chances, and carried out the order unwillingly and humiliatingly. In the distance, the red sunset on the sea level, the brilliant sunset was as cruel as blood—it was as if he were putting an end to his own people.

Unwilling, really unwilling!

Soon, the last of the old soldiers still standing in the field of vision also fell, and the wild dog-like enemy once again rushed into the castle, and the Turin soldiers, no matter how reluctant they were, retreated into the inner fortress, and the heavy gates closed with a roar.

"From early morning until sunset, the outer walls of Fort Clarion finally fell, and we had to retreat to the inner fort to prepare for a final decisive counterattack. ”

Little Goodwin, crouched in the corner, muttered to himself as he wrote this on parchment, his desperate gaze looking at the ventilation window of the wall.

Just outside the inner fort, there was a tidal wave of shouts.

The enemy is about to prepare for the final attack.