"Kill!"

The shouts of killing rang out again.

Faced with the last line of defense on Hawksbill Island, the Dornites attacked again.

But this time, the difficulty is not comparable to the previous three times.

The smooth façade has nowhere to settle and must be climbed with the help of siege equipment such as hooks and bamboo ladders.

Moreover, the resistance of the Riverbend people was noticeably more stubborn than before, and countless sharp spears were thrown down, raining down on the besieging ranks, splashing bright red blood flowers.

At the top of the city, the warriors wielded swords and slashed bamboo ladders and ropes, while also smashing stones and logs down to prevent the Dornites from climbing.

But until this time, the Riverbones had not forgotten to smash the barrels full of wine into the ranks of the Dorn.

As if this is also an essential link.

The amber liquor soon soaked the surface of the walls and the ground, mixed with crimson blood, creating a terrifying and piercing color.

Urek watched all this indifferently, and his heart was unfazed.

This intensity of the battle was really what he expected, and the behavior of the Riverbend people was so abnormal that he was inevitably suspicious, but now, seeing the casualties of his Dorne soldiers began to surge, he was relieved.

This level of casualties is nothing, and what is needed most in siege warfare is patience and a ruthless heart that is not afraid of casualties.

The only thing that kept him suspicious now was the barrels that kept coming down from the city.

He really couldn't understand why the enemy was doing this.

However, since the beginning of the war, the enemy has been more than one strange maneuver, and Urric even thinks that Sir Caesar has deliberately come up with some new tricks to make himself suspicious and dare not go all out.

If this is the case, then it can only be said that the other party has miscalculated.

Ulek's determination in this battle is extremely resolute, not only to win, but also to win!

In this way, he can win the favor of Prince Dolang and convince everyone that he is qualified to inherit Starfall City.

Seeing that the first wave of the offensive was slowing down, Ulek sent another fresh force to give the defenders no respite.

The shouts of slaughter intensified again, and the Dornes made it to the top of the city several times, but were stubbornly driven down by the defenders.

The corpses piled up beneath the walls, and the dirt beneath the city became soft and muddy, releasing the smell of blood and the rich smell of wine.

The sun is gradually sinking in the west, and the brilliant glow renders the Eagle's Beak Island at this moment like an oil painting.

Ulek listened to his men's reports of casualties with a blank face, and already knew that the castle would not be able to be captured today.

The soldier under Sir Caesar still had two hits.

But that's about it.

Several times before, the Dornzes were already rushing into the city.

He believed that a few more rounds of assault tomorrow would inevitably break the defenders of the castle.

Ulek looked at the sunset that was about to sink into the sea and gave the order to withdraw his troops.

But at the moment when the trumpet sounded, a tall figure suddenly appeared at the head of the city.

He was carrying a huge torch—

No, not a torch.

It was a two-handed warhammer with flames burning on its head.

Urric immediately recognized that the man was the Lord of Hawksbill Island, Samwell Caesar!

The next moment, there was a picture that made him, and all the Dorns present unforgettable for life.

The Knight of the Bend picked up the hammer in his hand, cut a brilliant line of fire through the air, and smashed it on a warrior of Dorne who rushed to the city.

Boom!

With the sound of bombardment that resounded through the battlefield, the Dorne warrior exploded like a broken watermelon.

Blood, broken bones, stump limbs...... It was also ignited instantly, blooming like fireworks, giving this terrifying scene a brilliant color.

The whole battlefield felt like it had been paused.

Everyone stared in amazement at the tall figure standing proudly at the head of the city with a flaming hammer in his hand.

Until the splash of sparks fell to the ground, on the outer walls, on the wine-soaked leather armor of the Dorné—

Rumble!

Flames rose in an instant, like flowers blooming.

Before the Dornites could react, countless flaming torches fell from the city, adding countless blooming flowers of fire to the battlefield in an instant.

"What's going on?"

Before Urric could even recover from the shock of the terrible knight smashing the man to pieces with a single blow, he was even more dazed at the sight of the rapidly spreading fire.

However, the knights around him were also confused, and they didn't know how to answer their commander's question.

"Quick! Get them back! Withdrawal! Order the withdrawal of troops! Ulek grabbed the herald beside him and yelled in his ear.

"Yes, yes, sir!"

However, by this time it was too late to withdraw troops.

The fire spread faster than anyone expected.

In the blink of an eye, the outer walls of the castle were completely covered by fire, and the Dorne warriors who climbed on it became small fire men, screaming and tumbling down.

The city has become a sea of flames, and the slightest spark on the wine-soaked ground will ignite a raging fire and mercilessly devour the Dorne warriors who stand on it.

The terrible roar resounded across the battlefield, but no matter how much the Dornes rolled and pounced, they could not extinguish the flames on their bodies, and even if they took off their burning leather armor, they could not escape the sea of fire.

Moreover, this sea of fire is still spreading outward at a rapid speed.

The Dorn warriors in the rear were so frightened that they fled like crazy without waiting for the commander's order.

But how can people overrun.

In the previous battle, almost all of the land within the three lines of defense was soaked with this special liquor, and soon a raging fire broke out one after another.

Desperate screams were heard incessantly, and the original rich aroma of wine was replaced by the smell of roasted meat.

"My lord, run!"

Urric was dumbfounded when he looked at the purgatory-like sight in front of him, and even the squire's roar in his ear failed to wake him up.

In the end, it was two guards who picked him up and ran wildly.

On the castle, Samwell held a flaming sledgehammer and looked at everything in front of him with a blank face.

Behind him were countless soldiers in a frenzy, roaring and celebrating excitedly, roaring and celebrating...... All the voices finally converge into one name-

"Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

"Caesar!"

……

Natalie couldn't help but wave her petite fists and cheer with the crowd:

"Mother, Mother! We won! We won! Master Caesar is amazing! ”

Nala looked at Samwell's back steadily, as if he had become a sculpture.

The sea of fire outside the city and the hammer of fire in the knight's hand mingled, the smoke rising in front of him, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected in the lapping of the waves, solidifying it all into a timeless picture.

"The stars cry blood, the long night is coming......"

Nala spoke slowly, reciting an ancient prophecy from Asha,

"Azor Ahai will be reborn in the land of smoke and salt......

He will awaken the dragon in the stone, wielding a flaming sword......

Lead the world to defeat the demons in the darkness and usher in the eternal ...... of the long summer."