White Dragon Lord

Baron Mawei did not run away, but the wooden tower was not in a hurry. The fierce barbarian shook off the iron stick that looked like a baseball bat. The blood on the iron stick broke away from the stick and crossed an arc and sprinkled on the side of the city wall. on.

The third-generation baron of Greenvine Town, Ma Wei, looked at the barbarian chief who was approaching step by step, swallowing hard, cold sweat on his forehead, and his hands tightly holding the ancestral enchanted sword in his hand.

This enchanted long sword is Ma Wei’s grandfather, the trophy on the battlefield of the first Baron Greenvine Town. With this long sword, the first Baron Greenvine Town stands out from thousands of ordinary soldiers. Step by step in the frontier army, he finally broke the title of Baron of Lvteng Town.

Baron Mawei prayed in a low voice.

"God of War-Your Majesty Haridon, please give me the courage to help me defeat the enemy in front of me!"

Maybe the God of War really gave him courage, or it was just psychological comfort. Ma Wei was not so scared anymore. His mental power was highly concentrated. The panic of the soldiers coming from his ears was automatically filtered by his ears, and his eyes were only walking towards him. Wooden tower.

Mu Muta also noticed the change of Baron Mawei, and felt unhappy.

The eyes of this **** two-legged sheep are really annoying.

Mu Muta lost interest in playing with the enemy and launched an attack on Baron Mawei.

A few meters away in the blink of an eye, the wooden tower raised the iron rod in his hand and smashed it head-on at Baron Mawei.

In an extremely tense state, the heartbeat of Baron Mawei accelerated, adrenaline secreted frantically, his reaction power increased greatly, he dodged to the side, and at the same time his sword pierced the barbarian chief's heart.

The two-hundred-pound solid iron rod looked like an ordinary wooden stick in the hands of the strong wooden tower. The falling iron rod stopped abruptly and swept across the long sword.

A huge force came along the sword, and the long sword almost let go.

Baron Ma Wei quickly made a judgment. The barbarians in front of him had amazing brutal power, and the fighter level was far above him, but he was huge. Relatively speaking, speed was his shortcoming. Baron Ma Wei decided to fight, delaying time and waiting for reinforcements. .

Baron Mawei rolled backwards to avoid the foot of the barbarian chief who followed him, Mu Muta chased Baron Mawei and beat him, and smoothly rejected a few ordinary soldiers who were surrounding him.

Following the cover of the soldiers, Baron Maiev eluded the barbarian chief's attack with difficulty.

A donkey rolled away, and Baron Mawei stood up, put his long sword in front of him, and made a defensive posture.

Although avoiding several attacks from the barbarian chief, Baron Mawei looked embarrassed at this time. The splashing sawdust scratched his handsome face, and bloodshots appeared on the dusty face. The original neat battle outfit was like this. Shi was also stained with dust and blood.

But at this time Baron Mawei had no intention of paying attention to these details, and only this strong and fat barbarian was in his eyes.

Mu Muta was annoyed. The thin two-legged sheep in front of him was as flexible as a monkey. Whenever he had the opportunity, he pulled away and hid behind obstacles such as pillars and tables. Coupled with the harassment of those **** soldiers, he It took nearly half a minute to kill him.

At this time, more and more soldiers surrounded the battlefield, and the other barbarians led by Mu Muta also used grappling hooks to quickly board the city wall and fight with the soldiers.

This guy who seems to be the leader has to be resolved as soon as possible, which will affect the morale of the defenders.

As Mu Muta thought, he squeezed the iron rod in his hand, and the qi in his body surged.

Baron Ma Wei felt the change in the momentum of Mu Mu Pagoda, and his heart became more dignified. He also mobilized the Qi in his body and attached it to the enchanted long sword.

The spirit of a warrior is different from the magic of a mage. The magic of a mage is a tool for communicating magic elements, and it is the magic element that really exerts its destructive power.

The qi in the warrior's body itself has a strong amplifying effect. Qi blessing on the weapon can increase the warrior’s destructive power, and blessing on the physical body can increase the fighter’s strength, speed, and reaction. The more Qi is consumed , The greater the power of blessing.

It is precisely because of the strong qi in the body of high-level fighters that it can often cause a crushing effect on low-level fighters. Therefore, although there is a leapfrog challenge, it is only a small probability event.

The wooden tower moved!

Both feet slammed on the ground, splashing a circle of dust, rushing towards Baron Mawei like a cannonball.

It was just an ordinary blow, but it gave Baron Mawei a feeling that he couldn't escape.

Baron Mawei's scalp was numb, and the enchantment on the ancestral sword was activated.

Qingying curse!

The cyan magical energy like a silk thread emerged from the enchanted long sword, and the tens of kilograms of the long sword instantly became much lighter. The magical energy was uploaded to Baron Ma Wei, and Baron Ma Wei felt as if he was about to float.

With the blessing of magic, Baron Mawei once again avoided the wooden tower's attack.

Mu Muta was surprised, but he didn't expect that the long sword in Baron Mawei's hand was actually a magic weapon.

The barbarians are backward in civilization, and because they plunder other countries all the year round, their popularity is not good. Even the master-level wooden towers do not have a handy magic weapon.

An unnamed fire rose in Mu Muta's heart, and the desire to destroy the guy in front of him became stronger, the qi in his body surged wildly, and the pressure of Baron Mawei doubled, hurriedly avoiding the attack of the barbarian chief.

Finally Mu Muta seized an opportunity and forced Baron Mawei to a dead end!

Mu Mu Pagoda raised the iron rod in excitement.

"Boy! You are dead!"

With a loud shout, the iron rod began to fall.

Like a barbarian with a wall in front of him, blocking the life of Baron Ma Wei, looking at the iron rod that fell, Baron Ma Wei was desperate.

anger! Unwilling! despair! Come to my heart together.

"Die together!"

Feeling like a volcanic eruption, Baron Mawei erupted with a force of desperate counterattack, and the long sword in his hand suddenly pierced directly. This decisive sword broke through the limit of Baron Mawei, and it was almost to the extreme!

Mu Muta's instinctive hand was in front of him, the long sword pierced through the barbarian's broad palm, and the iron rod also smashed Baron Mawei's head, red and white scattered all over.

The long sword lost its back power, and the tip of the sword stayed on the chest of the wooden pagoda.

Mu Muta looked at the tip of Xueliang's sword, which was less than a finger from his chest, and felt terrified.

Almost, he capsized in the gutter!

But fortunately, it was only a bit close. Even with the help of good-quality magic weapons, the gap between the mid-level warrior and the master warrior was insurmountable. Therefore, Baron Mawei died, while the wooden tower survived.

But being able to beat Mu Muta to this point with the strength of an intermediate fighter is enough for the people of Baron Mawei to be proud of.

A piercing pain came from the palm of the hand, Mu Mu Pagoda sucked in a cold breath, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled out the long sword that pierced through the palm.

The master warrior of the Simmir family, Tomaru, ascended the city wall and just saw this scene: a fat barbarian was pulling out a long sword that runs through his palm. In the corner of the wall in front of him, there was a sloppy one above his neck. The corpse was lying on the ground, and the barbarians were constantly rushing up the tower, fighting with the soldiers.

Tomaru dragged his big knife and rushed towards the barbarian chief.

...

Even though the Xicheng Gate was in full swing, the soldiers on the other side of the tower still held their posts.

Soldiers are not allowed to leave their posts before receiving orders from the chief. This is the iron law of defending the city.

But the soldiers were inevitably attracted by the sound of the West, so that until their companions screamed, they discovered that a strong barbarian had come to the tower at some point.

Perma Khan grinned and brandished a scimitar, like a farmer harvesting wheat, harvesting the soldiers at the southern gate of Shiratori City.

The southern city gate was cleared by Permahan, and the barbarians downstairs quickly threw a grappling hook and climbed up the tower to fight with the continuous influx of soldiers.

But Permahan led several cronies, rushed down the tower and opened the door.

When Perma Khan climbed up the tower, the army of barbarians hiding in the woods slapped the horse under the crotch and rushed towards the city gate.

At the same time, the mage in the Simir family's castle also discovered the abnormality of the South City Gate, and quickly notified the acting lord of Shiratori City, who was rushing to the West City Gate-Sarok.

After receiving the magic message, Sarok's face changed drastically, and he quickly stopped the support team.

"Panda! You brought five hundred people to support the West City Gate."

"Yes!"

"Others! Turn around! Support Nancheng Gate with me!"

On the way to the run, Sarok spoke to the magic advisor on the side.

"Your Excellency Owen, please send a message to the mage staying in the castle, asking for help from His Highness Millam!"

"no problem!"

Master Owen drove his horse into the alley on the side of the street and began to cast the spell.

As the third prince was exhausted after a day's journey, the commander-in-chief at this time was still Sarok, and Sarok had no command over the troops brought by the third prince.

In the castle, the three princes who had just put on their armor quickly received Sarok's request for help, immediately agreed, and then asked about the current situation.

"His Royal Highness, the barbarian attacked the west city gate, and the lord of the city led people to support it, but the west city gate was just a cover, and the main force of the barbarians attacked the south city gate. At this time, the main force of the barbarians has entered the city, and the lord of the city has already confronted the barbarians. ."

"Damn it!"

Like Baron Mawei, everyone thought that even if the barbarian wanted to make a surprise attack, he would choose it in the second half of the night when the black wind was high. No one thought that the barbarian would launch an attack shortly after nightfall, and the offensive was so fierce.

The third prince, Millam, walked towards the castle gate under the guard of the guards.

As soon as they walked out of the castle gate, everyone saw a striking red light and black smoke in the southern sky.

"These **** barbarians, dare to set fire!"

The third prince’s face was blue. Shiratori Castle is his strongest supporter in the North. He also plans to use Shiratori City as his foundation to plan to attack the barbarians and take the crown of supremacy. Now, the barbarians are in Shiratori. The city was set on fire.

"Hadim! You take someone to support first!"

The captain of the guard of the three princes, a master warrior-Hatim worried about the safety of the three princes and quickly spoke.

"His Royal Highness, but..."

"No but! The son of Viscount Namxia is not allowed to make any mistakes!"

The third prince naturally understands the concerns of the captain of the guard, but Sarok is really important. Although Viscount Namxia is only a viscount, he is the third prince's most important ally in the north. The safety of his only son is naturally extraordinary.

"Don't worry, I will follow General Mirotei of the White Wolf Army."

General Mirotei, the commander-in-chief of the White Wolf Army, with a fighter level of up to fourteenth level. With the protection of him and the White Wolf Army, Hatim was more relieved.

"You guys, follow me!"

The third prince spoke to the high-ranking mage and staff aside—Samisi.

"Samisi! Prepare for rainstorm! Fight the fire!"

Samisi took the order and stood there and began to chant a spell.

Rainstorm is a large-scale, but not lethal magic. Mages generally use it to create a suitable battlefield environment. During dry periods, there are also kind wizards who use it to water the peasants' land. At this time, it can be used to put out the fire.

The power of the elements permeated the air, and a large black cloud quickly gathered in the sky.

Twenty seconds later, heavy rain poured down and enveloped the entire Nancheng District of Shiratori City.

The third prince and Samisi both sighed. The wider the fire spread, the harder it was to extinguish it. The third prince wanted to attack the barbarians with Shiratori Castle as the foundation, so naturally they could not just sit back and watch it turn into ruins.

"Go! Go to the White Wolf Army garrison!"

Of course, it is impossible for all of the White Wolf Army to live in the castle with 10,000 people. They live in a commercial area not far from the castle.

The third prince took the remaining guards and hurried to the White Wolf Army garrison.

...

The heavy rain made by magic poured down, extinguishing the flames that hadn't been burning for a long time, and the two sides fighting in the streets and alleys were also drowned.

The water droplets hanging on the eyelashes disturbed the line of sight. The son of Viscount Namxia and the acting lord of the White Bird City-Sarloc touched the rain on his face and looked towards the alleys and streets of the melee.

At this time, the highest commander of the Shiratori City side was standing on the roof one section higher than the other buildings, observing the battle situation below.

The strategy of the barbarian is very successful!

When Sarok arrived, thousands of barbarians had already rushed into Shiratori City, killing and setting fire everywhere.

The two sides fought as soon as they met. There is no doubt about this, but the dominant party is not the crowded Shiratori City. The flames and smoke make the soldiers of Shiratori City feel hesitant~www.readwn.com~ Until the heavy rain fell, they woke them up.

Immediately, the cruel street fighting began, and the cry of civilians, the roar of soldiers, and the laughter of barbarians rang into one.

Street fighting greatly weakened the number advantage of Shiratori Castle and the group combat advantage of soldiers, and the crowded Shiratori Castle was crushed instead.

Sarok felt very bad. The sight at night was not as good as during the day. The chaos of street fighting also prevented him as a commander from commanding the overall situation. Now, the guards of Shiratori City are almost in a state of chaos, but the barbarians are acting in a planned way. With.

A group of dozens of barbarians, fighting against enemies several times theirs in the alley, and gaining an advantage. If this continues, the morale of Shiratori City will collapse sooner or later.

In an invisible corner of Sarlock, the elite of the barbarian family had already targeted him, because there were many guards around Sarlock, and the barbarian hunters determined that he was a high-value target.

Perma Khan stared at Sarok on the roof a few hundred meters away, hunting down the high-level commanders, causing the Shiratori city defenders to lose their command, falling into chaos, and then morale collapse is the strategy of the barbarians to win.