There was a disgusting smell of blood in the air, the thick smoke and the ashes of the flames had not completely disappeared, and only the ever-bright stars were still shining in the dome under the dark night, bringing a little insignificant light to this dark world.

The wilderness beyond the Twin Towers was almost covered with corpses—wild dogs, jackals, crows...... All kinds of wild beasts searched for their own delicacies in this cold hellish wasteland, gnawing at the corpses that had long been cold, tearing apart the tragic deaths.

The night is the time when the ancestral spirits of the land bestow power on the people of the land, allowing the best hunters to don shadow robes, take the invisible blades, take the lives of their enemies, and hunt the most terrible monsters—Gracchus grew up listening to stories told by his fathers since childhood.

But even so, hunters who can hunt in the dark and then come back with their prey are always a minority. Many more have either disappeared silently in the night, or have become a meal for blood wolves and more monsters.

Even after all these years, Gracchus still remembers the night when he and another boy had made an appointment to hunt a fanged monster, a terrible monster that he had seen a cow bitten to pieces by the monster that made him vomit for a whole day.

Then, on that holy night of the rite of passage, Gracchus ran, of course—the first sight of the monster he knew he was going to lose, and that he would run rather than die. The boy he had left behind called him a coward and rushed forward with a spear sharpened from wood.

There is no doubt that the boy was torn to shreds, but Gracchus would not dare to join the tribe, he would be taken for a coward. I can't hold my head up for the rest of my life. So Gracchus ran away, ran to the Green River Valley and became a slave, was sold all the way to the West Coast, and by virtue of his natural strength became a gladiator, and later a mercenary, and a quite successful mercenary.

At the time of the Great War in the Green River Valley. Gracchus discovered that Edward's legion contained the Silver Blood Mercenaries, whose names were too recognizable, mainly the woman named Hirrell Letlanch. When he was on the West Coast, he remembered Shrell vividly, but the gap between the two sides was too big, one was a ranger mercenary, and the other commanded a mercenary group of more than 2,000 people, and fools knew that it was no fun.

And now, he is the leader of the entire Red Horse clan, and he can have whatever he wants, and the women of every tribe are obedient to him. You can do whatever you want, the corners of Gragus's mouth can't help but raise a smug arc, and then shake his head in a trance.

Damn, how can you somehow remember what happened before?, frowning, Gracchus pulled out the Dominic scimitar behind his back, and waved it lightly behind him, and in the originally extremely peaceful wilderness, thousands of barbarian warriors stood up one after another, carrying their shields. Biting the short sword in his mouth, he followed behind the leader of the Akama clan like a hyena in the wilderness. Slowly approaching the city wall.

The one who can hunt in the dark is a good hunter, and Gracchus also has thousands of such fierce warriors under his command, of course, he will not let go of such a good opportunity to surprise and take advantage of the fact that the defenders of the entire Twin Towers are celebrating their victory during the day, and wipe them out!

This would be one of the best chances to take over the Twin Towers. But I don't know what the reason is, Gragu couldn't trust any of the clan leaders at all, even those clan warriors who entrusted him with important tasks, and finally chose to personally command and take the fortress with these more than a thousand clan warriors.

Probably because of Edward Witwood? Gragu could only guess - this guy was too dangerous. It's too cunning too. If it were him, he would probably have guessed his sneak attack, and he would definitely be ready for everything, just like when he attacked the Red Horse Canyon.

It has to be himself, and in the face of this guy, Gracchus can't completely put his mind at ease to anyone - the only person who can defeat Edward Witwood is himself, and there will never be a second one!

With cautious steps, the cautious barbarian warriors slowly advanced through the wilderness, evading surveillance from the watchtowers of the walls, and the corpses scattered throughout the wilderness provided them with good cover from being immediately noticed.

The biting cold of the night soaked his body, but Gracchus was still unaware, like a blood wolf waiting for this hunting opportunity, constantly hovering around his prey, waiting, his fierce eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light.

There is only one chance - if you want to raid and take the castle, you only have one chance, and you will never lose it!

The Dominic scimitar in his hand swung down fiercely, and the hideous Gragu stared at the walls of the Twin Towers, and the hungry wolf-like barbarian warriors rushed out frantically, without any hesitation or dodge, with bloodthirsty ferocity on their cheeks hidden in the night.

Everything went well, and the defenders inside the castle didn't seem to notice any movement here. But the more this happened, the more Gracchus faintly felt a sense of fear - as if he had been targeted by a fanged monster in the first place, and his hair stood on end.

Just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that he was just being too careful, a slight shaking came from the ground under his feet, which made him subconsciously look back suddenly, his eyes widened, and his face full of surprise was instantly dyed with a fire!

"Boom-!!!!"

The exploding flames were like tulips blooming in the dark night, and the golden-red light was brilliant and incomparably dazzling, and the huge roar seemed to be able to crush everything in its way.

Gracchus was in a trance for a moment, and in that sudden light, he saw countless shadows moving rapidly, and the earth under his feet trembled incessantly, as if it were a rumbling thunder.

The cavalry, Edward's cavalry—even from such a distance, Gracchus could still see Edward Witwood's ever-ironic smile!

How did he know that I was going to sneak up at this point, or did he already know about it? No, it can't be, it's impossible, could it be that there is a traitor next to me?!

The sound of horses' hooves became more and more obvious in the wilderness behind them, and the exploding flames bloomed countless delicate flowers on the ground, and in the roar, everyone could guess that they were heading towards the camp of the Red Horse Clan!

Gracchus, who turned back suddenly, saw a frightened, somewhat immature cheek, staring at himself tremblingly: "Lord Gracchus, what should we do?!"

If they don't return to the rescue now, the entire tribal camp is in danger of falling, but if they retreat at this time, they are still likely to be discovered by the defenders of the castle, and what awaits them may be a massacre.

Do you want to give up this chance, or do you want to give it a go now?!

"Take the Twin Towers!" Gragus, who gritted his teeth, finally made up his mind: "That madman will not have more than a thousand cavalry in his hands at most, and it is absolutely impossible for him to defeat the entire Red Horse Clan overnight, this is our best chance, and it is probably the last chance!"

"Take the Twin Towers City and kill all the Turin dogs-!" The leader of the Red Horse Clan, who could no longer bear it, roared angrily: "Let them pay for their blood debts-!"

Thousands of barbarian warriors charged like a tidal wave under the cover of night, climbing one by one along the ruins beneath the walls. At last the trumpets sounded inside the castle, and one by one the hundred-man squad was assembled, shouting the same slogan, raising their shields, and drawing their broadswords.

This time, Gracchus did not hesitate any longer, and climbed the city wall with all the barbarian warriors, bloodthirsty roars and roars echoed on the broken walls of the Twin Towers, and the fierce barbarian warriors raised their battle axes and spears in their hands.

"Blood Debt and Blood Repayment-!!!" (To be continued. )