"…………Is it finally here? These barbarians who love to pick up cheap things are really fast enough!"

At the end of the deepest part of this canyon city, at the end of Central Street, at the entrance of the temple of the magic goddess Mistera, who had a bloody battle yesterday, the old Seron in armor was squatting on the blood-stained steps, sneering sarcastically while carefully wiping his sword.

Once again, the hundreds of old, weak, sick and disabled who insisted on staying in the city, except for some who were determined to die in their own homes, the rest had gathered here with weapons, ready to use their lives and blood to draw a silence for the history of the city.

Finally, he wiped the sword that was already covered with gaps. Elder Theron suddenly stood up from the steps, faced the figures of enemy soldiers getting closer and closer in front of him, raised his sword to everyone behind him, and shouted for battle.

"…………………Everyone, the last moment has arrived! Let's fight again and die like a warrior!"

In an instant, outside the temple gate covered with scorch, a surging response sounded like a sea tide. The people who were originally sitting on the ground resting stood up to form formations, raised heavy shields, raised spears and short swords, preparing to fight the invaders to death.

Immediately afterwards, like waves pounced on the reefs, groups of barbarian soldiers shouted slogans in each well, holding their own swords and axes, rushed to the temple with fierce impacts and slamming together with the people guarding here, splashing out countless sparks and blood.

Elder Theron swung the sword in his hand with a calm face, and a "whizzing" sound of javelin breaking through the air sounded, and a blood was drawn out above the enemy's head. The front row of infantry holding a large shield was also waving the low horns in an orderly manner, as if they were a whole to move the enemy forward. First, knocked the enemy soldiers over with their shields, then quickly pulled out the short sword from their waists and stabbed them through the gaps in the shield!

Perhaps it was believed that at the last moment, these Nai's remnants who were sticking to their hometowns actually used the standard square formation of the standing legion of the ancient Nai'eril Empire: the people in the front row were waisted, shoulder to shoulder, and formed a solid shield wall with thick wooden shields, and followed the rhythmic call, hid behind the shield and advanced step by step towards the enemy, while waiting for an opportunity to extend a short sword from the gaps in the shield and stabbed it into the enemy's belly.

The people standing in the back row raised their spears, crossed the heads of their compatriots in the front row, and stabbed them fiercely at the enemy or shot crossbow arrows and javelins from the rear of the square formation, so as to withdraw death among the chaotic crowd.

A shield, dagger, spear, javelin and crossbow, together play an ancient song of death, harvesting blood and life.

This tactic full of organization and discipline is obviously much stronger than the chaotic style of attackers that are like mad dogs. Therefore, after a fierce confrontation, the originally aggressive attacker retreated in a mess as if he was hit by a wave of a reef.

Of course, the Elder Theron, who repelled the enemy in the first time, was like his subordinates, and did not seem very excited because of this. He just ordered everyone to retreat to the original position at the gate of the temple and regrouped the formation to prepare for the battle to welcome the next round of assault that would inevitably come.

The commander of the formation, facing the group of mobs who were unable to even speak, was also very troubled and unable to come up with effective countermeasures. But he could not bypass the hard bone in front of him and could enter Wei Guang City from the ground. At present, there were only two tunnels in the palace. The tunnel located in the palace was blasted by the gray dwarves with explosives in the melee yesterday. With the collapse of the palace, it was deeply buried by countless sand, gravel and rubble. I wonder how much effort it would take.

As for the entrance to another tunnel, it is in the backyard of this Temple of Mistera..., so, the Mage Ecklinn, who covets the treasures of the "father of Nathè" Iolem's great arcane in this dungeon, has to knock down this place no matter what!

After thinking hard for a while, Acklinn had no choice but to try his best to get his soldiers to take turns to fight. He was preparing to use the stupid method of wheel battle to kill these tenacious guys.

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Therefore, as time went by, the temple defenders who had fought very loudly at the beginning, no matter how firm the will in their hearts had, they finally began to become increasingly unsustainable.

The disabled people who were seriously injured who were very difficult to move, and those who could only huddle behind and shoot cold arrows, and those who really formed a battle formation in front of the temple gate to meet the enemy were actually only more than 160 people, and most of them were elderly or minor wounded, and even a few people. In terms of physical strength and quality, they were far inferior to their opponents.

Although the barbarian soldiers attacking the temple were a chaotic mob, most of them were experienced veterans after all, and their combat skills were quite skillful. After they overcame the initial underestimation of the enemy and chaos and performed at normal levels, the defenders became increasingly struggling.

What's even more terrible is that after the battle lasted for a long time, the only javelins and arrows in the temple were gradually exhausted, and the people behind slowly could only throw stones... So, after a fierce battle, the shield formation in front of the temple gate was finally broken through and disintegrated. The barbarian soldiers who had been married for a long time rushed into the temple, killing anyone who could find them and destroying any object that they didn't like.

Theron, with the last twenty warriors, squeezed into a dense queue, fought and retreated in the winding alleys of the temple, and finally retreated through the tunnel and retreated into the underground city of Glimmer Light. However, the hunting enemies continued to flow from all directions and were always in a steady stream, making his team like a small boat in the ocean, driven from one place to another, with fewer people fighting...

However, just as they were blocked in a corner of the Wei Guang City without an exit, they were about to be cut and killed, but they heard a thick and bold sound of slashing from behind the enemy!

A dozen dwarves wearing heavy armor and bearded slag suddenly carried heavy axes and maces, pushed open the manhole cover of the sewer, rushed out to the street, and then charged towards the barbarian soldiers besieging the elder Theron!

No, this can no longer be said to be a charge, it should be said to be a trampling. They were divided into groups of several people, arranged in an interlaced triangular queue, like sharp awls. In an instant, they chopped and smashed the unexpected barbarian soldiers from behind, turning wherever they passed into a flesh-and-blood corridor!

In the surprised gaze of theron, the dwarf soldier led the lead pulled off his helmet and smiled cheerfully at him: "...Oh, old man, you are so embarrassed now! Is the ground completely lost?" "......Fetras?! Why are you still here? Why didn't you withdraw with the others?!"

With the help of the dim light, after barely identifying the identity of this "savior", the blood-filled Elder Theron couldn't help but be shocked, "...Do you want to stay in this place to die?"

In response to this, the mayor of Weiguang City who returned to death, "The old dwarf Fitras Storm, shrugged indifferently and said in a nagging voice: "...No way, old man! If you can't let go of your Fanxuan City, I can't let go of my Weiguang City! Those younger generations who still have a long life should naturally have their wonderful ways of living and should not be buried with this dead place. But for us old guys who don't have many years of living, this home is everything for us... Even if we die, I just want to die at home!"

Just as they were talking, the enemy who had been killed once again regrouped and slowly advanced, and held up a temporary shield such as a door panel, as if they were planning to surround the remaining resisters in the alley.

Looking at the blocked way ahead, Elder Theron lowered his head and sighed, then a smile came out of his mouth, and said to the Shimmer City Mayor." The old dwarf Fitras Storm whispered: "...It seems that we are all about to be finished, Fitras.

In the last journey of my life, I have no regrets to be with you as an old friend. I just hope you don’t feel timid!" "...I don’t have to worry about this problem. Although I am old now, I am not good at it, but a hundred years ago, I, Fitras Storm, was once a very famous adventurer! Until later, I was shot in my knee..."

The old dwarf subconsciously mocked his lame tui while grinning with his gully face, muttering, "………Don't worry, here we will all die like heroes!"

"... Very good, then let's see you in the next life!"

Elder Theron smiled and nodded at him. Then he sorted out his armor and helmet, and then he walked to everyone with great strides. He raised his sword that had been twisted and deformed at the surging enemy soldiers and issued a final shout: "…………Nester, attack!"

In this miserable day that symbolizes the end, desperate and bloody battles broke out not only in front of the gate of the Temple of Mistera, but also in the dark alleys in the city of Glimmer Light, but also in many residential houses in various blocks... It was not until dusk that the last Fanxuan man who was guarding his home was covered in scars and fell stubbornly under the swords of barbarian soldiers.

For this reason, Ecklinn also paid a heavy price of more than 200 people killed and seriously injured more than 100 people in the entire army.

But in his opinion, it's all worth it~

First of all, these soldiers were not his own capital, so it didn't matter how much they died: secondly, after experiencing this battle, he finally opened the road to the treasure house.

As two thick doors were pushed open with a creaking sound, the swaying light of a row of mutton fat torches illuminated the dark library behind the door. Acklinn had a proud smile as a winner on his face, and led a large number of soldiers in, looking at the quaint furnishings around him carefully.
Chapter completed!