The battle became fierce from the start.

In the face of the barbarians' razor-sharp battle axes, neither goblins, kobolds, nor even jackals survived two moves.

The ground in the area of the battle between the two sides was soon stained red with blood. In the narrow space, those goblins and kobolds didn't even have a chance to escape, and they were directly split in half with an axe. The first row of barbarian warriors was tired, and the second row immediately went up, alternating back and forth without affecting the efficiency in the slightest.

The monster in front was blocked by the barbarians, and they couldn't get an inch, and when they saw their companions being easily killed, many goblin kobolds and jackals wanted to flee backwards, but the monsters in the back didn't know what was going on in front of them and still kept rushing forward, and the result was that within a short distance of thirty meters behind the east gate of this camp, hundreds of monsters were actually squeezed in, and even the number was increasing.

Su Lun stood on the high platform at the back, looking at the monsters pouring in like a tide at the east gate of the camp, his face did not change at all, and after seeing that the space enclosed by this stone wall was crowded with monsters, Su Lun decisively ordered to retreat.

The barbarians who had resisted the exit for more than ten minutes retreated one after another, although it was only a short ten minutes, but their physical strength was no less than that of a big battle. The continuous high-intensity fighting made them feel tired too.

After the barbarians retreated, the monsters without pressure were overjoyed and wanted to rush out, but as soon as the first batch rushed over, a stone wall suddenly rose on the ground, blocking the passage in a breath.

The gnolls and goblins who didn't have time to stop crashed into this stone wall one after another, and for a while the dust was flying, and some of the weaker monsters were crushed and their sternums were broken, and blood was spurting wildly from their mouths.

There are many jackals who want to climb over the stone wall, but the crowded space does not give him a chance to jump at all, and some lucky ones directly step on the bodies of the surrounding goblins or kobolds and climb over the stone wall, but as soon as they land, they are faced with five or six mercenaries holding spears and poking them directly into a honeycomb.

Seeing the army of monsters crowded in the simple urn city, Su Lun had a bloodthirsty smile on his face, with a hint of hideousness in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Bang!"

The spear slammed into the ground.

"Set fire!"

A loud shout was clearly transmitted throughout the battlefield, and in the next second, dozens of torches suddenly rose around the simple urn city, and then cans of ignited fire oil were thrown into the urn city.

"Boom!"

The oil instantly ignited a raging fire, along with the reed rods that had been piled up in the urn city for a long time. The oil-stained monster flapped wildly, trying to extinguish the fire, but it had no effect other than igniting more places.

All the monsters frantically wanted to escape, but the crowded monsters around them made them unable to move at all, and even the previous city gate suddenly fell a jack gate. The entire urn city was completely sealed in an instant.

The flames in the urn city grew bigger and bigger, and the furs of many jackals were ignited in an instant, and the flames burned wantonly in this space, and the screams and wails of monsters everywhere were there. The desperate monsters became more and more frenzied, and in order to survive, they began to attack the other monsters around them, trying to clear enough space and then step on the corpses of their companions to escape from the urn city.

It's just that as soon as these monsters who tried so hard to escape landed on the ground, before they had time to be happy, they were directly hacked to death by the barbarian warriors or mercenaries guarding the periphery.

The fire stained the sky red, and the temperature of the entire camp rose by several degrees, and the monsters in the urn city were even more uncomfortable, and there was a burning smell mixed with the smell of meat in the air. The stone walls were slightly red from the flames, and the flames showed no sign of abating, and although the reeds and oil had burned out, the fat on the animals had become new fuel.

Countless goblin kobolds who were not dead kept wailing, these voices were getting weaker and weaker, the flames depleted the oxygen here, and many monsters died of suffocation instead of being burned by the flames.

The entire urn city has become a flaming hell, monsters are scorched in the flames, scorching waves of air rolling, even the hair of the mercenaries who are close to them become curled, and the scorching flames scorching their skin red.

These mercenaries, who had been thinking about escaping before, are now in high spirits one by one, holding weapons and constantly killing the monsters that escaped from the sea of fire. After Su Lun set the fire, he no longer paid attention to the turtles in these urns, and in his eyes, the monsters in them were already dead.

Although there are already a large number of gnolls and kobolds in the city, there are still some outside the city, and he does not plan to let these monsters go, knowing that he is seriously short of slaves here.

Bypassing the west gate of the camp, when Su Lun came to the east gate, the group of monsters were smashing the door, just to prevent the monsters in the urn city from escaping, the jack gate here was deliberately thickened, although it had been somewhat deformed under the attack of the two trolls, but it was still not broken.

The flames in the city made these monsters sense that something was wrong, but the chaotic command of the monster army was too late, even if they wanted to evacuate. After spotting Suren rushing over with more than thirty barbarian warriors, a tall, muscular gnoll man in rough iron armor who looked like a leader let out a howl.

Then, some chaotic hordes of monsters began to converge, and even the trolls who were attacking the city gates turned and rushed over.

Looking at the regrouped monster army, Su Lun squinted his eyes, frankly speaking, he was a little surprised by these monster army, this group of monsters was actually not like the swarms they had encountered before, they were still disciplined.

Although the discipline of this monster army is poor, this is already a great improvement. At the front are cannon fodder kobolds and goblins, followed by a few trolls, and there are gnolls on the left and right, although the formation is chaotic, but this does not mean that there is no effect.

The big goblins in the front row formed a spear formation, and although the weapons used were polished stones with sharp bone spurs, they were still lethal.

Su Lun buttoned up the button of his beast-faced iron armor, then picked up the three-meter-long spear and moved his body. He was flanked by the barbarian warriors, who formed a cone-shaped formation, and Suren was the arrow at the forefront.

"Charge!" After the distance between the two sides was less than a hundred meters, Su Lun roared angrily, and then rushed forward first, followed closely by the barbarians behind him.

A distance of one hundred meters can only be crossed in a hundred seconds, although Su Lun and they only have a few dozen people, but after the charge, there is actually an unstoppable momentum of thousands of troops, and an invisible sense of oppression envelopes the entire battlefield.