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The front line was shattered, and the Nord soldiers, who could no longer withstand the pressure, were still stubbornly resisting. The conscripted conscripts and militia had already been utterly defeated, and they scrambled to flee in all directions.
"Retreat! Retreat! " The Walnut Knight, Nicolay, signaled the soldiers to retreat. He personally led the great swordsmen to bring up the rear. There were only forty of these elite great swordsmen left, and they desperately held on to their position, constantly eliminating the barbarian soldiers who wanted to pursue them.
It was their sacrifice that bought enough time for the retreating Nord soldiers to regroup. The soldiers who had successfully retreated into the city were working hard to reorganize the line of defense.
The warhammer smashed down, and the head of a barbarian soldier exploded. The splashing brain matter stuck to Nicolay's armor, but the Walnut Knight didn't care so much. He immediately met the next enemy, raised his shield to block the oncoming axe, and smashed the head of the next barbarian marauder. Bright red liquid flowed out from his helmet amidst the screams of the barbarian soldier. It was definitely not watermelon juice.
At this moment, the barbarian horsemen rushed over. The barbarian chieftain rode a huge white bear into the battlefield, and the great swordsmen in front of him were torn apart like rags in front of Birig. The Crushing Bear's axe fell, and one soldier after another was torn in half in front of him. The thin army formation couldn't provide cover for the Walnut Knight, and the barbarian chieftain quickly approached the knight himself.
"Mister Nicolay! Run! We'll cover you! " A great swordsman shouted desperately, but he was soon hit by the barbarian champion, Kolorin's sledgehammer. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
"No, this is also … one of the plans." Nicolay urged his horse to meet the barbarian chieftain in person.
At the moment of confrontation, the Walnut Knight barely dodged the oncoming axe, but his warhammer was easily deflected by the barbarian chieftain. Nicolay immediately turned his horse around, and he took out a short gun from his waist.
* Bang! * The white bear under Birig let out a sorrowful cry. Its shoulder was hit by a bullet.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The battle was over in a few seconds. Under Birig's amazing wrist strength, Nicholas' shield was knocked away by Greataxe. Walnut Knight's mace left a shallow mark on Birig's arm, while Birig himself faced the barbarian chieftain's attack head-on.
"I want you dead!" Birig's axe chopped off Nicolai's right arm, causing the Walnut Knight to scream in pain.
Even the screams were quickly extinguished. The Walnut Knight was lifted into the air by his neck. His throat was crushed, and his last words were stuck in his throat.
"Heh, incompetent, a knight of this level dares to challenge me?" Birig wantonly ridiculed the Walnut Knight for overestimating himself. He didn't even have the thought of getting the head. Nicolay's body was thrown to the ground by him like garbage.
On the city wall, Teresa's face was as cold as ice. The long battle had exhausted all her magic. She was powerless in the face of the knight's defeat, because she still had to leave a little bit of magic to ensure that she could use a scroll to teleport away in a critical moment.
"The lowly southerners have been utterly defeated, brave warriors! Charge! Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Head Offering Throne!! "Birage roared.
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Head Offering! " The remaining barbarian soldiers followed the chieftain and broke through the last line of defense of the Nord army. What followed was their favorite show of slaughter and arson.
However, something unexpected happened. A loud and clear horn sounded from within the city, and the humans let out cries of hope. Groups of cavalrymen rushed out of the city, bringing death to every barbarian who tried to enter the city.
Under Laing's lead, the Nord knights rushed into the barbarians' camp. The barbarians calmly met the barbarians' attack, steel against steel. Bright red blood splattered in the air. Birig was surprised that the humans still had such a fresh army. But he soon realized that these messy and complicated human cavalrymen were not made up of knights at all. Instead, they were made up of nobles' guards, paladins of the church, and squires of knights. The leaders were a Paladin, a White Wolf Knight, and the count of this city.
"Mister Laing! We'll fight for you. The rest is up to you! " The Templar Knight, Freud, charged at the barbarians with his sword and shield, and Alfred followed closely behind. "Go! Good friends! "
"Everyone! Forward! " The count was riding on an elven warhorse. The lance in his hand pierced through the heart of a barbarian rider. The count let the lance break and immediately took a new one from his guard. "For Nord!"
"For Nord!" The cavalrymen shouted. They rushed into the barbarians' formation like a whirlwind of death. The barbarians' formation was thrown into disarray, and the tide of the battle seemed to be turning.
But there were still too many barbarians. The cavalrymen gradually sank into a quagmire. Birig was surprised to find that the barbarians were charging at him. He tightened his grip on his axe and shield and prepared for battle.
Something strange happened right before Birig's eyes. The Nord cavalry scattered in all directions just as they were about to reach him. Only a young man wielding a war hammer walked towards him. This young man's black hair was draped over both sides of his handsome face, and he was wearing a chainmail with a chest plate. The badge of a white wolf knight was shining brightly on his chest. His youthful appearance revealed his identity. He was none other than "Sledgehammer" Leon, the leader of the cavalry charge.
The young knight faced the barbarians' spear formation and suddenly raised his war hammer at Birig.
The barbarian soldiers instinctively pointed their spears at him. The young knight immediately dismounted from his horse, and Birig immediately understood what he meant. The barbarian chieftain waved his hand and signaled for the soldiers to move aside. Then, he gripped his battle axe tightly and walked forward alone.
The battle of the champions was the most important ceremony of the northern barbarians. The winner would get everything, and the loser would lose his head.
"Young White Wolf Knight Laing, you are very brave and very strong. I have fought my way from the north to here. You are the bravest knight I have ever seen. Just for that, your head will be my collection." The barbarian chieftain sneered. He opened his mouth and revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth. There were even some forged golden teeth. "You are very impressive to be able to reach the legendary level at such a young age. But I am already an advanced legendary, and you are just a beginner legendary. You knew that the Empire's reinforcements would arrive if you held on for one more day. Yet you still foolishly rushed to your death? Haven't you learned 'Honorable Retreat'? "
Laing understood the barbarian chieftain's words. As long as the army retreated to Mjolden Haven and engaged in a fierce battle in the streets, they would be able to defend the Earl's castle for one more day.
"Heh, that's right. As long as we retreat to the castle, we will be able to hold on until sunrise. Or rather, if I met you in the wilderness, I would run away without hesitation. It is not shameful to run away when you can't win."
"But it is different here. Behind me are the citizens of this city, and I am a royal knight."
"A knight's responsibility is to protect my country and my people!"
"Of course, I can hide in the city and build a new line of defense."
"But what about the citizens? What will happen to them? "
"I will not stand on the castle walls and watch you bring death to the citizens. That is not what a knight is."
"Life is precious, but there are some things that are worth paying for. This has nothing to do with the price. This is faith, this is honor, this is responsibility. This is the backbone of the human race that has stood strong for thousands of years!"
"Let's fight! Nord is big! Winterfell is behind us! "The royal knight raised his warhammer.
Birig's expression changed.
Ever since he broke through Storm Keep and went all the way south, he had seen countless so-called knights and nobles fleeing in panic under his iron hooves. He had seen how those "superior people" who claimed to be extraordinary begged for their lives in front of him. His face was no longer filled with mockery. Instead, he was serious. The barbarian chief nodded deeply. "Your head will become my most precious collection!"
And so, the barbarian chieftain dismounted from the giant white bear in front of Laing. Laing chose to dismount as well. The two opponents did not move. Only the sound of the cold wind blowing across the battlefield could be heard. The smell of blood was thick in the air. Amidst the countless corpses, Laing and Birig stood facing each other.
All the fighting around them had stopped. The Nord soldiers and the barbarian warriors had stopped fighting. An oppressive silence enveloped the battlefield. Countless eyes were fixed on the two opponents.
Everyone, be it the Nords or the barbarians, knew that this important moment would decide the outcome of this battle. Both sides were great warriors. They were the epitome of the strength of their respective races.
Theresa, who was standing on the city wall, finally realized why Ryan had refused to go back to the Skydome Castle with her. The female Warlock covered her mouth with her hand, and hot tears couldn't help but fall from her beautiful phoenix eyes. Emilia, who was beside her, also had a shocked look on her face.
After a short pause of a few seconds, Leon suddenly raised his hand. A very strong psionic light shot out from his hand and shone on Birig. The barbarian chieftain subconsciously closed his eyes because of the sudden bright light. His skin was also sizzling because of the burning pain. The barbarian chieftain had no choice but to subconsciously retreat.
Laing took a deep breath and took the opportunity to charge. The war hammer in his hand flashed with electricity, and the badge of the white wolf knight on his chest shone like starlight. The royal knight took the opportunity to charge at his enemy, wanting to kill him in one blow.
The barbarian chieftain's rich battle experience over the years saved him. He subconsciously raised his shield to block the attack, but the heavy hammer smashed onto his shield. The pain of having his wrist broken and the burning sensation from the lightning caused the barbarian chieftain to scream in pain. Taking the opportunity to block the attack, Birig swung his battle axe horizontally to counterattack. The sharp edge of the axe sliced through the cold air, and Leon had no choice but to pull back his battle hammer. The handle of the battle hammer made of fine iron clashed with the edge of the axe, and golden sparks flew out.
Birig took the opportunity to put some distance between himself and the young man. The young man's despicable methods had messed up his rhythm. The barbarian chieftain adjusted his breathing and prepared for the next attack.
Birig was much taller than Laing. The two-meter-tall barbarian chieftain only had a simple leather armor on him. He looked like a mountain of muscles that contained explosive energy. Laing knew what would happen if the barbarian chieftain adjusted himself. He did not want to give Birig any time to adjust. The royal knight ignored the spasming pain in his body and charged at the barbarian chieftain again.
Birig, of course, knew what the young man was planning. The barbarian chieftain adjusted his pace and took a deep breath. Steam came out from his nostrils. His war axe wanted to drink the knight's blood. His shield was almost as tall as he was. He was ready.
The war hammer landed heavily on the shield and was deflected away by Birig. The barbarian chieftain was ready for a counterattack. But at that moment, the royal knight suddenly took out a double-barreled musket from behind his cloak. He pointed the musket at the barbarian chieftain's crotch and pulled the trigger.
The barbarian chieftain was shocked. He did not want to lose his reproductive ability and become neither a man nor a woman. So, Birig had to stop his counterattack and raise his shield to block the attack.
“boom！”
The shield protected the barbarian chieftain's vital parts, but there was still a bullet hole in his calf. Blood flowed out from the hole. Laing threw the musket away and took the opportunity to launch a series of attacks.
The wound seemed to have removed the traces of Birig's rational thinking. He regained his most primitive instincts and charged at the knight even more ferociously. The two of them clashed together. A series of attacks followed by parries, dodges, and reformations between the two of them. Their movements were so fast that the surrounding soldiers could not see them clearly.
Only the constant roars and the sound of metal clashing and sparks flying in the air said everything: the last hope of the city was fighting with the barbarian chieftain.
… …
Thirty minutes later, the young royal knight realized that he was losing. His hands were beginning to lose strength. His body was slowly becoming numb. He could feel the blood gushing up from his throat and the taste of rust in his mouth. His strength was fading, and his legs were becoming stiff. But his opponent was still attacking him fiercely.
"Ah!!!" Laing took two steps back under Birig's powerful attack. The numbness in his arms made him almost unable to hold the war hammer. Blood gushed out from his throat. The white wolf knight swallowed the blood and forced his hands to grip the handle of the war hammer tightly.
"Nord's hero? Laing the Sledgehammer? You are no match for me. "Birig did not show any signs of fatigue. The barbarian chieftain's tall figure was approaching Laing. The barbarian's footsteps were sounding the knell of death for Laing.
The barbarian chieftain used his signature skill, Whirlwind. The spinning blade of the axe pressed down on Laing's defense line. The high-legendary barbarian chieftain's wrist strength and endurance were much better than Laing's. The white wolf knight was still too young. He was already in his fifties, almost twice as old as Laing. With rich and bloody battle experience and the divine power from the Blood God, Laing felt that the barbarian chieftain's every attack had the power to shake the earth. At the legendary level, there was a huge difference in strength between each level. Laing could temporarily gain the upper hand through some small tricks, but after a long time, the difference in strength would put him at a disadvantage.
The white wolf knight retreated again and again. There were shallow wounds on his shoulders and arms. His muscles were spasming, and his blood was boiling.
I've lost the battle! Am I going to lose?
Laing's vision gradually blurred. Am I going to lose?
No, I can't fall here!
I can't lose this battle!
Father, what should I do?
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