When there was still an hour before sunset, the bronze battering ram finally broke open the gate of the last wall of Tallon Fortress. Cheers roared from outside the city, and then the ferocious bronze battering ram slowly retreated, for the longing behind it. Make way for the slaughter and blood of thousands of barbarian warriors. The door opened, and those who rushed in like a sharp sword unsheathed were not the barbarian orcs, but the tauren warriors led by Anzanna Bloodhorn. They sang the same shocking war song, using barbarism against barbarism, madness against madness, and rushed into the ranks of the barbarian orcs like a whirlwind, killing them by surprise. After a few breaths, the rumble of hundreds of iron hooves trampling the ground came. Lord Thoth led the last organized Steel Fist Knights to attack. One hundred and sixty fully armed heavy cavalry were like a giant steel fist, slamming into the barbarian orcs, killing the minotaurs in the blink of an eye. The chaos expanded several times. Caught off guard, the barbarian orcs had to retreat back, trying to regroup outside the city wall. However, Lord Toth knew very well that this was the only chance. He shouted at the top of his lungs and ordered his cavalry to engage in a melee with the barbarian orcs at all costs, so that They had no time to regroup. Melee is the Brutal Orcs¡¯ favorite fighting method, and tight confrontation is their weakness. If the human troops choose to engage in a melee at the beginning of the war, then the Brutal Orcs will be very happy to accept the challenge. But things are different now. A chaotic mess of warriors from both sides has firmly blocked the city gate. In addition, Ansanna Bloodhorn leads the tauren warriors shouting for fierce battle. They are invincible. Thousands of barbarian orcs are actually defeated. These people were held back tightly and suffered heavy casualties. The battle at the top of the city is still going on, but both sides understand that the battlefield that truly determines victory or defeat is no longer here. Many barbarian orcs did not want to face the terrifying Griffin Sword, so they involuntarily slowed down their charge, giving the fortress defenders an extremely precious chance to breathe. They shrank their front and rearranged their final positions near the corridor leading to the main fort. line of defense. Tomad panted and returned to the rear of the defense line. A fire seemed to be burning in his throat, making his mouth dry. A medical soldier brought a clay pot filled with water, and Tomad tried his best to resist the urge to drink. He took a sip close to his mouth, feeling the coolness with a rusty taste slowly seep into his throat. "With orange juice and wine? Huh?" he asked hoarsely. "Yes, sir." The medical soldier replied with a tone full of reverence, "There is also a little salt. Although it may not taste very good, Bishop Kurgan said that it can replenish physical strength." "Fuck it to replenish physical strength." Tomad cursed, took another sip of water, and then motioned to the medic to give it to the others. He moved his sore arms and tried to put the Griffin Sword back into its sheath, but his slightly trembling muscles made him try three times before he could barely do it. "I haven't been this tired for several years, but it's so happy, so happy." The rough voice of Marquis Dragunson sounded from beside Tomad. The tall and burly Marquis of Steel Fist wiped it with a linen cloth soaked in water. Looking at the blood on his face, he strode over. "Boy, I killed more than twenty barbarians in one breath. How is your record?" "I am so tired now that I can only breathe one more breath than a dead man. Which one do you think I still have the heart to count?" Tomad curled his lips and said. , "But I asked Lisa Black Blade to help me calculate the results. Tell me, how many barbarian orcs did I kill today?" The scout leader quietly appeared beside Tomad, and glanced at De with his quiet eyes. Marquis Lagongson glanced at him, and then replied calmly, "Thirty-two ordinary barbarian warriors, twenty-five roaring warriors wearing beast tooth necklaces, two strong men, and four gangsters." The Marquis's expression was as if he had eaten a fly while tasting delicious food. Embarrassment and shame were intertwined into a fiery red color. Fortunately, he had an exaggerated beard, and the blood stains that had not been wiped off were somewhat concealed. Effect. "It's an amazing record, but if I can join the battlefield earlier, I will definitely not lose to you, boy." "My Lord Marquis, if you have to join the battlefield before noon, then we will definitely lose." Tomad coughed slightly and moved his still sore arm. "I guess the attention of the barbarian orcs has also been focused below. Silva, you and Lord Dragunson are guarding here. I will take a hundred people down below to strengthen the guard." The silver-plated chain armor has been contaminated by blood. The crimson-colored headmistress also had a tired expression, but after hearing these words, she immediately shook her head, "Do you think of me as a fragile glass doll? Tomard, here are Marquis Dragunson and the Second Prince. A hundred soldiers are enough to resist. I will go down below with you." "There is no door." Marquis Dragunson spat with blood-streaked saliva, "You go down and kill them, and let me stay above to watch the fun. ?"The family can't afford to lose that person. If we want to go, let's go together and let those barbarians have a taste of being a tearer." " Tomad frowned, "That won't work. There must be enough guard strength left on the city wall. I don't want to lose the opportunity to retreat to the main castle. " Marquis Dragunson rolled his eyes, "Hey, I have a good candidate. He pointed behind him with his thick finger, "Can't we just let Bishop Kurgan be in charge of this place?" After all, he is also the abbot of Bablupa Monastery, the teacher of all pilgrims, and a hero who has participated in several wars. Could it be that he can't even do this? " Tomad and Silva looked at each other, and they both saw a very uneasy feeling in each other's eyes. "Dean Kurgan has never participated in a real war. Mr. Marquis, if we organize reinforcements and treat the wounded in the rear, , he can be considered a good candidate, but when it comes to commanding battles, he may not be as good as Viscount Tonks. " "Boy, can you trust Viscount Tonks to command the troops here? "Marquis Dragunson glanced at the blond Viscount not far away, "There is something wrong with this guy's position. I originally thought he was a waste sent by the imperial capital to gain some military glory, but his performance during this period does not seem to be good. Simple. "Of course I won't rest assured, so" Tomad was halfway through his words when he suddenly turned around and his face became extremely cold, "Your Majesty, Lord of Justice, what are those barbarian orcs shouting?" Who came to the city? " Marquis Dragunson looked in the direction where Thomas was looking. The expression on his face was surprised at first, and then became extremely pale. "That's the flag of the Barbarian Beast King! He pointed at the flag with a blood-stained sword pierced through the skull that was fluttering wantonly at the top of the city, and roared in a low voice, "It's Zulu Gritoutz, and he actually came to the front line in person!" The King of the Barbarian Beastmen has arrived in person! "