The Dominic soldiers, who were facing the flames and the rain of arrows, were still fighting desperately against the enemy in front of them just now, but they lost their composure in the sneak attack. Edward, who led dozens of black crow mercenaries out of the woods, pounced directly on the longbowmen of the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment, and the Dominic soldiers who were caught off guard were cut off by an axe before they could even react!

Kicking the dying man in the neck, Edward drew his sword. The crow mercenaries who were shouting and fighting around him didn't even wait for him to give the order, they had already rushed into the rear and flanks of the Dominica line, slashing and slashing with impunity - the originally intact front was immediately thrown into chaos!

"What are you waiting for?" Edward shook off the blood from his sword and shouted at them with the corners of his mouth raised, "Okay then, let's kill together!"

"Kill the !!!" The group of northern pirates, who had already been fanatical, immediately raised their battle axes and pounced on the oncoming enemy. Edward, who was panting slightly, threw away the shield in his hand, and a purple sail mercenary who found him dressed differently rushed towards him greedily, stabbing out the spear in his hand, but was grabbed by Edward with one hand!

This guy only had time to scream instinctively, and he saw that the spear in his hand was cut in two by the steel sword, and then he was snatched away, and the spear was stabbed through him with one up and down. The mangled corpse was kicked out by Edward, directly hitting a Purple Sail mercenary who was just about to sneak up on him.

"Standard-bearer!" Edward shouted to the herald behind him, only to find that the guy had been pierced in the head with a javelin, and half of the barrel of the gun was protruding from the bloody hole in his right eye, and he was still clutching the horn tightly in his right hand.

Edward, who had a low spit, had no choice but to walk over, dodge the arrows that were fired at him with a roll, and cut off the herald's wrist with his sword, before breaking the horn, and the melodious sound immediately echoed around him.

The flames burned in front of the gate of the Horn Fort, and several Zifan mercenaries who had just climbed the tower screamed and their right hands were cut off by the steel sword and battle axe, and the corpses that were still spurting blood were thrown from the city wall, and even the people behind them were smashed and fell down with screams.

"Damn Turin dogs, damn mercenaries—!" The herald of the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment shouted and cursed, and a sword pierced the abdomen of the black crow mercenary who pounced on him, the northern pirate screamed, and even laughed with blood in his mouth, raised his tomahawk to cut off his head, and the terrified herald quickly hid, the heavy tomahawk still tore a bloody mark on his shoulder, and the flesh of half of his arm was torn off with his armor.

The herald, who had escaped like a dog gnawing mud, pulled his sword out of the crow mercenary's body, and slashed off his head with a roar of annoyance, still stabbing a few more swords at the corpse, which had turned into a pile of rotten meat, as if he was afraid that he would come back to life.

A clear sound of a horn suddenly came from the back of his head, and the herald, who turned back suddenly, immediately saw Edward's figure—the figure with a sword in his hand, covered in blood, staring at him coldly!

"Kill him, kill the black-haired Sacred Tree Knight, and I'll give him two thousand silver coins for the one who cut off his head!" The extremely angry herald was a little flustered - he was so far away, but he felt like he was being held by the sword of the skinny Sacred Tree Knight, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Although they had been torn apart, the Zifan mercenaries who heard the order still gathered under the lure of greed, and gathered against the crazy attack of the black crow mercenaries and the rain of arrows on the city wall.

"Shoot him, shoot this disgusting Turin dog!" the herald, unable to contain his anger, shouted at the few remaining crossbowmen beside him, and the remaining Purple Sail mercenaries also raised their javelins and pikes, and the crazy arrows and heavy javelins roared like a rain of rain towards where Edward stood!!

"Brothers, protect Lord Edward Witwood!" The gates of Fort Clarion were opened with a bang, and the mercenaries of Shirrell Lightroot, with both swords held high, rushed out with silver blood and launched an offensive towards the Purple Sails mercenaries who were still in chaos: "Don't let a single Dominic go back alive!"

The silver blood mercenaries who lined up in a shield wall and raised their spears shouted neat slogans, and followed Shirrell like waves to the shapeless crowd that had been torn apart by the crow mercenaries, and could only follow closely behind the centurion banner to fight separately, unable to even maintain the front line in the front and rear attacks, completely losing the numerical advantage.

But it wasn't the deadly soldiers of Turin who really frightened the herald - the figure, the black-haired knight of the sacred tree with a sword, moved forward like a ghost, obviously slow and sluggish, but not a single arrow could hit him, and he rushed towards him in a rain of arrows, as if he could see his bloodthirsty smile!

"Kill him, kill him!" the palms of horror and fear seemed to have pinched his heart, the hysterical herald roared, and screams kept coming from the city wall behind him, and one after another the Zifan mercenaries who climbed up fell and fell heavily on the ruins of the battering ram, and the arrows that remained on it pierced his body, wailing and being burned alive.

"The first. A sword cut off the arm of the screaming mercenary in front of him, and the invisible blade of the sword tore his ribs directly along with the armor, and Edward, with a smile, never took his eyes off the herald of the Purple Sail Mercenary Regiment.

How many more people do you have to kill before you start running away?

Beheading, disembowelment, amputation...... As if he was rehearsing his fate for the herald, Edward killed those who stood in his way one after another, waving the steel sword in his hand lightly, and there were already a few not-so-obvious chips on the originally sharp blade, approaching little by little as if he were strolling leisurely.

"The Devil...... He's the devil, the demon of Turin!" A twisted murmur kept coming out of the herald's mouth, and he fell to the ground as if he had a convulsion, and was carried back by a few of the Dominic soldiers who were still alive.

The defeated Purple Sail mercenaries scattered and fled along the hillside, seeing the screams and the embarrassed appearance of the rout in the night, the cheers were connected on and off the city wall!

The black crow mercenaries standing in pools of blood and corpses shouted frantically together with the silver blood warriors who had fought a few days ago, raising the weapons in their hands and using various native dialects to provoke the defeated Dominica soldiers who fled, and the boiling under the tragic city walls seemed to be the most lively festival.

"We won. Shrell, who was in a pool of blood, walked towards Edward, and saw Edward sitting on the ground wiping the blade of his sword with a rag, she suddenly admired this guy a little: "I really didn't expect you to survive." ”

"Of the more than eighty Crow mercenaries that I killed with me, I just glanced at the only two dozen left standing - it seems that Radiant Cross doesn't plan to let me go back yet. Edward chuckled, "But this is only the first day, they will definitely continue to attack tomorrow, and it will not be clear when the time comes." ”

"They already know how many we have, how our defenses are - the next battle is the real hard battle. Gasping softly, Edward and Hirrell stood up and looked at the beach in the distance, the dense smoke and bonfire, just seeing it was terrifying.

"They are still ten times as numerous as we are, and now they are on guard against us. Edward patted her on the shoulder, "Let's see how long this good fortune lasts!"

(Thank you for the great love tide god, Johnwinter two book friends for the reward, tonight is too busy to spare time, so update in advance, please forgive me~)