Huge clouds of smoke swept through the mist-like snowflakes, and the warriors and cavalry of the Night Stalker clan roared like a hurricane from the ground, and launched a fierce attack on the Battle Banner Legion down the hillside.

The earth was shaking, the sound of shouting and killing was arrogantly shouted under the sky of the Eagle's Nest Valley, the rumbling iron hooves and the roars of the barbarian warriors were like trembling thunder, making the rising sun on the distant hillside a little inferior at this moment!

All the elite warriors and cavalry of the entire Night Stalker Clan followed behind the Night Stalker leader and launched an assault - no sacrifices, no war songs, only desperate roars and heart-rending cries, their war drums!

And at the end of the vast array, the women who were disheveled, even dressed in leather armor, and armed with shields and battle axes, like their husbands, were also screaming and roaring, and between the entire formation, they launched the most ferocious assault on the banner army below the hillside.

In the face of this unparalleled momentum, even Iskar on the hillside felt a chilling fear - it was simply unstoppable to gather the power of the entire tribe in this way, and the Night Stalker Clan had already put their entire future into this battle.

If they survive, they will still be the overlords of the Eagle's Nest Valley, and if they are defeated, there will be no more Night Stalkers in this world under the Levantine Sacred Mountain—those old and young women and children who are struggling to survive are destined to be divided and swallowed up by the surrounding tribes!

"Legion ——, forward!" Edward's cold eyes stared at the oncoming "torrent", and he waved his arm behind him: "Ballista fire!"

The soldiers lined up in ten phalanxes followed the flag-bearers of the centurions in an orderly manner, like a slowly unfolding chessboard. Soon the entire front under the hillside was paved. His eyes were staring directly at the oncoming barbarian cavalry. The heavy infantry in the first row leaned on their shields, holding the back ends of their spears tightly in their palms, and the sharp spear tips stretched out from the gaps between the shields like hedgehogs, and formed a dense semi-arc phalanx around the hillside, slowly advancing.

"Fire, launch, fire——!" The auxiliary infantry officers on the hillside who had received the order waved their sticks in their hands and ordered fiercely: "Burn those damned barbarians." Let them know it's awesome!"

More than a dozen ballistas roared angrily with the screeching sound of machine friction, and the neatly lined stone cannons rose into the air, swooping and diving with black shadows, and smashed into the army of the Night Owl clan in the charge, and the roar and miserable shouts, along with those flying flesh and blood, were drowned out by the army rushing up behind.

And when those burning clay pots flew overhead, even the Night Stalker Leader's face showed a little horror - he had seen the Duke of Barion use these jars filled with demonic blood to turn the entire Black Eagle Clan's settlement into a sea of fire!

"Boom ——!!!!"

A series of explosions resounded through the formation, and fire erupted everywhere—bursting forth of "flaming flowers" engulfing one brave clan warrior after another. In that bloom of death turned into a pile of coke.

"Charge, don't stop. Don't stop——!" Riding on his horse, the night owl leader's angry expression was slightly distorted, and he roared loudly in the roar and panic: "Rush over, rush over!"

A pair of scarlet eyes stared down the hillside, where there was still a dead silence, and no one stopped—the Night Stalkers clan who had already fought for the future did not flinch a step from the firelight and casualties.

When they rushed eighty paces away, the light infantry at the foot of the hill raised their warbows and crossbows, and the sound of the bowstrings humming and chirping like locusts crossing the border was not at all neat, and the rain of death shot out showed no mercy.

One flesh and blood fell to the ground one after another, even if they raised the shield in their hands, but the rough wooden shield could not completely block the three-edged arrows that came from the shot, and the screaming barbarian warriors were either shot through the arms or pierced in the eyes by the arrows that pierced the shields, and fell to the ground with a miserable wail, never to get up again.

And the barbarian cavalry at the forefront is the target of the archers - the kingdom of Turin is the land of knights, and they know more about cavalry than the barbarians of Hantu, so almost all the arrows are fired at their mounts!

Under the deliberate targeting, the barbarian cavalry at the forefront of the charge almost fell to the ground one after another, but these brave clan warriors jumped directly off their horses, raised their shields and spears in their hands and continued to charge, without stopping half a step at all.

Sixty steps, forty steps, thirty steps...... When the first javelin pierced through the first shield, the two armies finally collided, and the assaulting barbarian warriors let out a trembling roar and slammed into the Turine's shield wall.

At the moment of collision, the seemingly solid shield wall was trembling - under the thunderous torrent, even if the shield wall of the Battle Banner Legion was as solid as a rock, it could not be intact.

The legion, which was still advancing, was suppressed at the moment of collision, and was even forced to retreat backwards. The soldiers held their shields and pushed back the retreating brethren with all their might, but in the face of the unrivaled charge, it was as if it were all useless.

Roaring, strangling, roaring...... In the raging wind, mixed with the angry cries of the Night Stalker Clan!

In a frenzy, they shouted loudly, excitedly watching the seemingly powerful Turines in front of them retreat in front of their attack, as if they were already invincible.

"Forward, forward, kill them——!" At this moment, even the leader of the night owls seemed to have overcome his fear and awe of the Turine, and shouted frantically, stepping on the muddy ground under his feet, and attacked: "Let them all go to hell!"

The roaring rain of arrows has not stopped, and the brothers around them are becoming fewer and fewer, but the momentum of the night owl clan is still frantically and tenaciously striding forward in the blood of the corpses, as if it is a rushing flood, and their strength and courage have not been reduced in the slightest because of the casualties.

"Die——! frantically waving the battle axe in his hand, the leader of the night owl split the head of a centurion in front of him in two, and then pounced on another enemy with a bloody face, roaring as if he had really turned into an ancient night owl, a close relative of the Howling Eagle, the cunning and fierce monster.

With a sinister smile he turned around, but the expression on his face was already dull - the much younger barbarian warrior who looked like him, had two arrows in the chest, knelt in the mud, and was beheaded alive with a broadsword by the Turin soldier who was also smiling, and his bloody head rolled all the way to his feet.

That's his only son!

"Ahh——!!!!h

Covered in grief and indignation, the bloodied leader of the night owl rushed madly into the shield wall, stabbing his throat with short swords stabbing from all sides, tearing his belly, smashing his ribs, and cutting off his arm...... Then, disappeared into the military formation!

The Battle Banner Legion, which had retreated from the wasteland to the foot of the mountain, finally stood firm, and began to crush the wailing Night Stalker Clan like a huge wheel, each step was drenched in blood and separated flesh and bones, and the dense corpses were no longer under their feet, entangled and torn together, and it was impossible to tell who was whom.

But even so, none of the warriors of the Night Stalker clan chose to retreat, frantically pounced on the slowly advancing shield wall, and then collapsed to the ground amid the spears and blades of the stabbing spears, their bodies trampled by hundreds of feet.

Allen, who was standing beside Edward, looked at the enemies who were still stubbornly resisting, especially when he noticed that there were still many women and children among them, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Let them surrender, there is no need to continue this battle!"

"They won't surrender. ”

"Why?"

"Because that's their choice—to be strong, or to be destroyed. Edward slowly turned his head and looked at his little wife with a look of solidarity: "And I respect the choice." (To be continued.) )