The cold moonlight still shone on the lonely eagle falling mountain, the bloody battle still had no end in sight, and the long-hoarse centurion was still shouting slogans and beating his shield vigorously to make the soldiers puff up and use it.

But no matter how much he shouted, the scarred and pale-faced soldiers were already reaching the limit of their physical strength—the bloody battle through the night was so rapid that their physical strength and energy were so rapid that many of them could not even stand on their feet.

The fight has not stopped, whether it is for the Battle Banner Legion or the Blue Wolf Clan, this battle is too long, and the whole night of bloody fighting has allowed both sides to reach the limit, but the more times like this, the more the two sides are gritting their teeth and persevering, because the side that collapses first is the side that is cut and killed.

And for either of them, this is a battle that can only be won and not lost - both sides know that when the day comes, only one of the wolf totems and the flaming goshawk banner will still be flying on the top of the eagle fall mountain!

"For Lord Edward Witwood, for His Highness Anson, long live the Banner Legion!" the exhausted centurion shouted with all his might, "Hold them off!"

"God bless Turin-!!!" The infantry standing on the wall were also holding on, erecting their shields and stabbing the enemies outside the barracks again and again with their spears in their hands, and fighting with all their strength with broadswords and shields with the barbarian warriors who climbed up.

Although almost all of the watchtowers were clustered in front of the barracks in order to keep the enemy at bay as much as possible, the side walls were still quite strong. These are simple walls made of earth and wooden columns. But it became a block in front of the blue wolf warriors. A fortress that is simply impassable, and they lack siege weapons, so they have no possibility of breaking through at all.

While the soldiers of the Battle Banner Legion were still trying to resist, the gathered blue wolf warriors suddenly dispersed, as if deliberately leaving a gap—and soon, a blood wolf cavalry appeared in front of the wall with a spear.

"What is he doing here?"

A young soldier asked, and the next moment the Blood Wolf Cavalry immediately gave an answer - the hideous Blood Wolf hissed, and the Blue Wolf Warrior, with his spear in hand, charged.

"Raise your spear. "The centurion, who reacted immediately, immediately dragged the soldier to his side and pressed him down: "This beast wants to climb over the wall, and is going to stab it to death with a spear!"

The Blood Wolf Cavalry was charging, and the entire Centurion Squad held their breath, waiting for the moment when the enemy leaped up - but, in those trembling eyes, the Blood Wolf Cavalry did not jump up, but rushed towards the wall without hesitation!

"Long live the King of the Vast Land!"

"Boom-!!!"

The loud roar was accompanied by the cracking of earth and rock, the breaking of rotten wood, and the collapse of what seemed like a solid wall. Like shattered sand, an incomparably conspicuous opening opened in the huge smoke and dust!

Dozens of Turin soldiers and blood wolf cavalry didn't even make a sound. It was completely buried alive by the collapsed rubble, and only the corpse of the blood wolf was left on the ruins, half of his body had turned into a puddle of meat sauce, and the skull had already been shattered.

When the smoke cleared, the cracked gap appeared in front of all the Blue Wolf warriors, as if a door to victory had been opened for them!

"For the sake of Grand Chief Asrael, for the sake of the Blue Wolf Clan. The blue wolf warriors roared wildly, excitedly waving their weapons and rushing to the only gap: "Long live the king of the earth—!!!"

Roars, roars, wolves, barbarian warriors finally broke through the barracks' defenses, pouring in like a flood that had been dug through the dikes, and the thin lines of the legionnaires who had rushed over were torn to shreds like a piece of parchment—only instead of confetti, blood and miserable screams.

"Lord Edward, the west side of the barracks has been breached!" Before the herald could finish his sentence, the sound of a hurried horn sounded from the direction he had come.

It's still come this far...... Edward stood in place with some difficulty on his sword, looking at the pair of anxious eyes, his dark pupils staring at the Blood Cross battle flag that had not yet fallen in the distance, and under that banner, how many soldiers were still falling in the pile of blood and bones one after another in order to protect the flag?

"Iska!" Slowly standing up and gasping for breath, Edward glanced at the already scarred leader of the Black Eagle Clan behind him, and also gasped with a knife: "Can you still stand up?"

"Don't look down on the Black Eagle of the Levantine Sacred Mountain!" Iska's eyes widened angrily, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Anytime!"

"Then come with me!"

"Yes!" Hundreds of Dominic scimitars responded to them - whether in the Twin Towers or on the way to the East, Iskar and his tribal cavalry were always on the mission of the reserve, except because they only obeyed the orders of Iskar alone, these fierce warriors of the Eagle's Nest were not good at attacking and taking on the defense, and the raids like a storm were the most powerful of their strength.

These tribal warriors of the Eagle's Nest Valley were natural raiders and light cavalry, wearing heavy armor like the Turinees, and the tactics of forming a line to attack were a waste of their innate strength, which was why the Edward would always attach so much importance to them.

The Black Hawk cavalry, who suddenly launched a charge, temporarily repelled the blue wolf warriors who rushed into the barracks, but the collapsed gap had no chance to be closed, and a steady stream of enemies kept rushing in, fighting with the warriors wielding Dominic's scimitar, although the sharp blades could occupy a considerable advantage, but in the face of these enemies who had long forgotten their deaths, blood could only make them more fanatical, more fierce and ferocious.

The battle has reached this point, the two sides are no longer separated from each other, the entire top of the Eagle Fall Mountain is completely mired in melee, there are battlefields everywhere, and the soldiers who have lost their command are fighting separately by relying on the surrounding hundred-man team, fighting their own willpower, and doing ********** with the only remaining breath!

Between the broken gaps, more blue wolf warriors are still pouring in, the gap that is only not even a meter long has been completely covered with blood plasma and bones, the two sides are constantly fighting back and forth for the possession of this place, and the sparks of the battle axes are blooming again and again in this dark night.

On the other side of the battlefield, Asriel's eyes were also noticeable to the wall where there was a change - the sudden stagnation of the enemy's attack was enough to prove that they were already weak in their follow-up, or that there was a hole somewhere!

This is where the battle will be decided...... After a whole night of fighting, Asriel's energy was similarly draining, but it was far stronger than Edward, as he had not yet wielded the shiny Dominic scimitar.

"Because this blade is for you, Edward Witwood - let's end this battle!" said the young Blue Wolf Grand Chieftain with a sinister smile on his face, looking at the Blood Cross Battle Banner that was close at hand but was blocked by death, and the blade in his hand was raised almost arrogantly.

"Warriors of the Blue Wolf Clan, let's go and deliver the final blow to the enemy!" With a wave of his blade, Asriel, who was riding the blood wolf, took the lead in rushing out in front of him, and the barbarian warriors who were still fighting with Liberinus and the others just now immediately let go of the enemy in front of them and rushed out behind the young Great Chief.

"Damn!" "Le Binus, who was scolding under the Blood Cross flag, stumbled on his feet, and the whole person almost fell, and was supported by the soldiers behind him: "Lord Lebinus, what should we do?"

"Let me go, leave me alone!" Repinus glared with an expression of anxiety on his face that had never been more anxious than ever: "Stop them!" (To be continued.) )