White Dragon Lord

Baron Mawei stopped running, but Mumu Pago was in no hurry. The fierce barbarian shook the iron stick that looked like a baseball bat in his hand. superior.

The third-generation Baron of Green Vine Town—Ma Wei looked at the barbarian chief who approached step by step, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and clenched the ancestral enchanted sword in his hands tightly.

This enchanted sword is the trophy of Ma Wei's grandfather, the first Baron of Green Vine Town, on the battlefield. With this long sword, the first Baron of Green Vine Town stood out from thousands of ordinary soldiers. He rose step by step in the frontier army, and finally broke into the title of Baron of Green Vine Town.

Baron Marvey prayed in a low voice.

"God of War - Your Majesty Harry, please grant me courage and help me defeat the enemy in front of me!"

Maybe the god of war really gave him courage, or maybe it was just psychological comfort. Ma Wei was not so afraid anymore. His mental strength was highly concentrated. The panic sounds of the soldiers coming from his ears were automatically filtered out by his ears. wooden pagoda.

Mumuta also noticed the change in Baron Ma Wei, and felt unhappy in his heart.

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

Mumuta lost the interest in playing tricks on the enemy and attacked Baron Mawi.

The distance of a few meters came in the blink of an eye, and the wooden tower raised the iron bar in his hand and smashed it head-on to Baron Mawei.

In a state of extreme tension, Baron Mavey's heart beat faster, adrenaline was secreted frantically, his reaction power increased greatly, he dodged to the side, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand stabbed the heart of the barbarian chief.

The solid iron rod of more than 200 pounds seemed 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 body, and the long sword almost let go.

Baron Mavey made a quick judgment. The barbarian in front of him had amazing brute strength, and the warrior level was far higher than himself, but the size was huge. Relatively speaking, the speed was its shortcoming. Baron Mavey decided to fight and wait for reinforcements. .

Baron Mawei rolled back to avoid the footsteps of the barbarian chief, and Mumuta chased Baron Mawei to fight, and easily defeated several ordinary soldiers who were surrounding him.

Following the cover of the soldiers, Baron Marvey evaded the attack of the barbarian chieftain with difficulty.

A donkey rolled away, and Baron Marvey stood up,

He placed his long sword in front of him in a defensive posture.

Although he avoided several attacks by the barbarian chieftain, Baron Mawi looked in a state of embarrassment at this time. The flying sawdust scratched his handsome face, and blood streaks appeared on his dusty face. It was also stained with dust and blood.

But at this time, Baron Marvey had no time to pay attention to these details, and he only had this strong and fat barbarian in his eyes.

Mumuta was annoyed. The thin two-legged sheep in front of him was as nimble as a monkey. Whenever there was a chance, he would distance himself and hide behind obstacles such as pillars, tables, etc., coupled with the harassment of those damn soldiers, he It took nearly half a minute to kill it.

At this time, more and more soldiers were approaching 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.

The guy who seems to be the leader must be dealt with as soon as possible, affecting the morale of the defenders.

Mu Muta thought about it, he clenched the iron rod in his hand, and the air in his body surged.

Baron Ma Wei felt the change in the momentum of the wooden tower, and his heart became more and more dignified, and he also mobilized the qi in the body and attached it to the enchanted sword.

The qi of the warrior is different from the magic of the mage. The magic of the mage is a tool to communicate the magic elements, and it is the magic elements that really exert the destructive power.

The qi in the warrior's body itself has a strong amplifying effect. When qi is added to the weapon, it can increase the destructive power of the warrior. If it is added to the body, it can improve the warrior's strength, speed and reaction. The more qi consumed. , the greater the power of blessing.

It is precisely because the high-level warriors have strong energy in their bodies that they can often cause a crushing effect on low-level warriors. Therefore, although there is a leapfrog challenge, it is only a small probability event.

The wooden tower is moving!

The feet stomped on the ground, splashing a circle of dust, and rushed towards Baron Marvey like a cannonball.

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

Baron Marvey's scalp went numb, activating the enchantment on his ancestral sword.

Qing Ying curse!

Silk-like cyan magical energy emerged from the enchanted long sword. The tens of kilograms of the long sword instantly became lighter, and the magical energy was sent to Baron Mawei, who felt as if he was about to float.

With the blessing of magic, Baron Mawi once again avoided the attack of the wooden tower.

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

The barbarian civilization is backward, and because they plunder other countries all the year round, their popularity is not good. Even the master-level wooden pagoda does not have a magic weapon in hand.

A nameless fire rose in the heart of Mumuta, 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, and he hurriedly avoided the attack of the barbarian chief.

Finally, Mumuta seized an opportunity and forced Baron Mawei to a dead end!

Mumu Tower excitedly raised the iron bar.

"Boy! You're dead!"

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

It was like a barbarian with a wall in front of him, blocking Baron Mawei's way of life. Looking at the falling iron rod, Baron Mawei felt desperate in his heart.

anger! Unwilling! despair! Come to mind together.

"Let's die together!"

Emotions erupted like a volcano, and a desperate counterattack burst out from Baron Mawei's body, and the long sword in his hand stabbed straight.

Mumuta's instinctive hand lay in front of him, the long sword pierced through the barbarian's broad palm, and the iron rod also smashed Baron Mawei's head, and red and white splashed in all directions.

The long sword lost its strength, and the tip of the sword stayed in front of Mumu Tower's chest.

Mu Muta looked at the snowy sword tip that was less than a finger away from his chest, and was afraid in his heart.

Almost, he capsized in the gutter!

But fortunately, it was only a short distance away. Even with the help of high-quality magic weapons, the gap between intermediate-level warriors and master-level warriors was insurmountable. Therefore, Baron Mawei died, while Mumu Pagoda survived.

But being able to fight with Mumu Tower with the strength of a middle-level warrior is enough for Baron Mawei's clan to be proud of.

A piercing pain came from the palm of the hand, Mu Muta sucked in a cool breath, grabbed the hilt, and slowly pulled out the long sword that penetrated the palm.

The master warrior of the Schimmel family, Tomaru, climbed the city wall and saw this scene: a fat barbarian was pulling out a long sword that penetrated his palm. The corpse was lying on the ground, and the barbarians were rushing up to the tower, fighting with the soldiers.

Tomaru dragged his sword and charged towards the barbarian chief.

...

Even though the West City Gate was in full swing, the soldiers on the gate towers in other directions were still sticking to their posts.

Soldiers are not allowed to leave their posts without receiving an order from their superiors. 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 found that a strong barbarian came to the tower at an unknown time.

Perma Khan grinned and waved his machete, like a farmer harvesting wheat, harvesting the soldiers at the southern gate of White Bird City.

An open space was cleared by Perma Khan on the southern city gate, and the barbarians under the city tower quickly threw their grappling hooks and climbed up the city tower to fight with the soldiers who kept coming in.

And Perma Khan, with several cronies, rushed down the tower and opened the gate.

When Perma Khan ascended the city tower, the barbarian army hiding in the woods slapped the horses under the crotch and rushed towards the city gate.

At the same time, the mage in the Simil family castle also discovered the abnormality of the south gate, and quickly notified the acting city lord of White Bird City, Saroc, who was leading people to the west gate.

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

"Panda! You bring 500 people to support Xichengmen."

"Yes!"

"Others! Turn around! Support Nanchengmen with me!"

While running, Sarok opened his mouth to the magic advisor beside him.

"Master Owen, please send a message to the mage left behind in the castle, asking for the help of His Highness Millam!"

"no problem!"

Master Owen drove his horse into the alley beside the street and began to cast spells.

The third prince was exhausted due to the day's journey, and the commander-in-chief at this time was still Saroc, and Saroc had no command over the troops brought by the third prince.

In the castle, the third prince, who had just put on his armor, quickly received Saroc's request for help, and immediately agreed, and then asked about the current situation.

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

"Damn!"

Like Baron Mawei, everyone thought that even if the barbarians wanted to make a surprise attack, they would choose it in the second half of the night when the night was dark and windy.

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

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

"These damn savages dare to set fire!"

The third prince's face was ashen. White Bird City was his strongest supporter in the Northland. He also planned to use White Bird City as the foundation to attack the barbarians and take the crown of supremacy. Now, the barbarians are actually in White Bird. The city is set on fire.

"Hatim! You bring someone to support first!"

The captain of the third prince's personal guard, a master warrior - Hatim worried about the safety of the third prince, and hurriedly said

"Your Highness, but..."

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

The third prince naturally understood the concerns of the captain of the Guards, but Saroc was too important. Although Viscount Namixia was only a viscount, he was the third prince's most important ally in the north. The safety of his only child was naturally extraordinary.

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

General Mirota, the commander-in-chief of the White Wolf Army, with a fighter level of fourteen, had the protection of him and the White Wolf Army, and Hatim felt much more at ease.

"You guys, come with me!"

The third prince opened his mouth to the high-level mage and aide, Samishy.

"Samisi! Prepare for the rainstorm! Put out the fire!"

Samishi took the lead and stood there and began to sing a spell.

Rainstorm is a kind of magic with a large range but little lethality. Mages generally use it to create a suitable battlefield environment. During droughts, some kind Mages also use it to water farmers' land, which can be used to put out fires at this time.

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

Twenty seconds later, heavy rain poured down, covering the entire Nancheng District of White Bird City.

Both the third prince and Samishi breathed a sigh of relief. The wider the fire spread, the more difficult it would be to put it out. The third prince wanted to attack the barbarians with the White Bird City as the foundation, and naturally he could not sit idly by and let it turn into ruins.

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

The 10,000 people of the White Wolf Army, of course, cannot all live in the castle. They live in the commercial area not far from the castle.

The third prince rushed to the White Wolf Army station with the remaining guards.

...

The heavy rain made by magic poured down, dousing the flames that had not been burning for a long time, and the two sides fighting in the streets were also drenched in soup.

The water droplets hanging on the eyelashes interfered with the line of sight. The son of Viscount Namixia, the acting city lord of White Bird City, Sarok touched the rain on his face and looked at the alleys and streets of the melee.

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

The barbarian strategy is a success!

By the time Sarok arrived, thousands of barbarians had already rushed into White Bird City, killing people and setting fires everywhere.

As soon as the two sides met, they fought. There is no doubt about this, but the dominant side was not Shiratori City, which was crowded. They poured awake.

Immediately, the brutal street battle began, with the cries of civilians, the roars of soldiers, and the wild laughter of barbarians.

Street fighting greatly weakened Shiratori City's numerical advantage and the soldiers' group combat advantage, and Shiratori City, which was crowded and powerful, was crushed and beaten instead.

Saroc felt very bad. His vision at night was not as good as during the day. The chaos of street fighting also made him unable to lead the overall situation. Now, the defenders of White Bird City are almost in a state of chaos and disorder, but the barbarians act in a planned way. on.

The barbarians are in groups of dozens of people, fighting against enemies that are several times their size in the alley, and have the advantage. If this goes on, the morale of White Bird City will collapse sooner or later.

In a corner that Sarok could not see, the elite of the barbarian clan had already locked him, because Sarlock was surrounded by many guards, and the barbarian hunters had determined that he was a high-value target.

Perma Khan stared at Sarok on the roof a few hundred meters away, hunted down high-level commanders, made the defenders of White Bird City lose their command, fell into chaos, and then collapsed morale is the strategy of the barbarians to win.