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The front was broken and the Nord soldiers who could no longer withstand the pressure were still resisting. The conscripted conscripts and militia were already defeated and they rushed to flee.

"Retreat! Retreat!" Walnut Knight Nicklay signaled the soldiers to retreat. He personally led the great swordsmen to break the rear. There were only more than 40 elite great swordsmen of Nord. They stood firm in despair and kept destroying the barbarian soldiers who wanted to pursue.

It was their sacrifice that bought enough time for the retreating Nord soldiers, and the soldiers who successfully retreated into the city were working hard to reorganize the defense line.

The mace hit the hammer, and the head of a barbarian soldier exploded, and the splashed brain stuck to Nicklay's armor. However, the Walnut Knight didn't care so much. He immediately met the next enemy, raised his shield to block the oncoming axe blade, and the mace hit the head of the next barbarian raider. The bright red liquid left behind in the barbarian soldier's screams. It must not be watermelon juice.

At this moment, the barbarian riders rushed over and the barbarian chief rushed into the battlefield on a huge white bear. The great swordsmen who were blocking him were torn apart in front of Birig like rags. The "Crushing Bear" axe raised and fell, and one soldier after another was torn in half in front of him. The thin military formation could not provide cover for the walnut knights. The barbarian chief quickly approached the walnut knight himself.

"Mr. Nicklay! Escape! We will cover you!" A great swordsman shouted desperately, but he was soon hit by the sledgehammer of the barbarian champion, the warrior Kulorin, and his life and death were unknown.

"No, this is also one of...the plan." Nicklay urged the war horses to fight against the barbarian chief himself.

At the moment of the confrontation, the Walnut Knight barely avoided the oncoming axe blade, but his mace was easily bounced away by the barbarian chief. Nicklay immediately led the horse and turned his head. He took out a short gun from his waist.

"Bang!" The white bear beneath Birig screamed, and its shoulder was hit by a projectile.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The barbarian chief was so fierce that he urged his white bear to rush towards the Walnut Knight like crazy.

The battle ended in a few seconds. Under Birig's amazing wrist force, Nicklay's iron shield was knocked away by a big axe, and the walnut Knight's mace left a shallow mark on Birig's arm, and he himself faced the attack of the barbarian chief's great axe.

"I want you to die!" Birig's big axe cut off Nicklay's right arm, and the heart-wrenching pain made the Walnut Knight scream.

Even the screams were quickly extinguished. The Walnut Knight was held in the air by Birig's neck, his throat was crushed, and the final sound was blocked in the Walnut Knight's throat.

"Hey, incompetent, a knight of this level dares to fight me one-on-one?" Birig laughed at the Walnut Knight's overestimation of his ability. He didn't even want to get his head. Nicklay's body was thrown on the ground like a garbage thrown.

On the city wall, Teresa's face turned cold as ice. The long battle had made the sorcerer use all her magic power. She was powerless in the face of the knight's defeat, because she had to leave the last bit of magic to ensure that she could use the scroll to teleport away in critical moments.

"The lowly southerners have been defeated, warriors!! Blood sacrifices the blood god! Skulls offer skull throne!!" Birig roared loudly.

"Blood sacrifices to the blood god! Skull sacrifices to the skull throne!!!" The remaining barbarian soldiers followed the chief and broke through the last line of defense of the Nord army like a destruction of Gula. Next was their favorite program of massacre and arson.

However, unexpected things happened, and the loud and loud trumpet sounded from the city, and humans burst into a cry of hope. Groups of cavalry rushed out of the town, bringing death to every barbarian who wanted to enter the town.

The gun formation was like a forest, and the Nord Knights rushed into the barbarian position under the leadership of Ryan. The barbarian warriors responded calmly. Steel against steel and bright red blood splashed in the air. Birig was surprised that there was such a new force in humans. However, he immediately discovered that these messy and complex human cavalry were not composed of knights at all, but were composed of noble guards, church paladins and knight entourages. Leading was a Templar, a White Wolf Knight and the lord of the city.

"Mr. Ryan! We will win you the opportunity, and the next thing is left to you!" Flod, the Templars, used his sword and shield to attack the formation of the barbarian army, and Alfred followed closely: "Go! Good friend!"

"All army! Advance!!!" The Count rode on the elf war horse, and the lance in his hand pierced through the heart of a barbarian rider. The Count let the lance break, and then immediately took a new one from his guard: "For Nord!"

"For Nord!!" The cavalry shouted loudly. They rushed into the barbarian army like a whirlwind of death. The barbarian formation was chaotic and the battle situation was reversed for the moment.

After all, there were too many barbarian soldiers, and the cavalry gradually fell into the mud. Birig was very surprised to find that the group of people were actually rushing towards him, so he held his axe and shield tightly and prepared to fight.

A strange thing happened before Birig. The Nord cavalry scattered as they were about to rush to him. Only one young man waved a warhammer and walked towards him. The young man had black hair on both sides of his handsome face, and a delicate iron chain mail with a breastplate. The white wolf knight badge on his chest was shining. The young face showed his identity. He was the "sledgehammer" Ryan, the leader who led the cavalry to charge.

The young knight faced the tight spear formation of barbarian soldiers and suddenly raised the hammer toward Birig with his right hand.

The barbarian soldiers subconsciously pointed the spear at him, and the young knight dismounted. Birig immediately understood what he meant. The barbarian chief waved his hand to signal all the soldiers to get out of the way. He held the battle axe in his hand tightly and walked forward alone.

In the championship duel, the ritual that the northern barbarians value most, the winner will get everything, and the loser will lose his head.

"Young White Wolf Knight Ryan, you are very brave and powerful. I have come here from the north. You are the most courageous knight I have ever seen. Just for this, your head will become my collection." The barbarian chief sneered disdainfully. He cracked his mouth and showed a yellow teeth, and even made gold teeth: "You are amazing to be able to advance to legend at this age, but I am already a legendary high-level, and you are just a legendary early stage. You clearly understand that as long as you support one more day, the reinforcements of the empire will arrive, but you still have to rush over to die ignorantly? Have you never learned the 'glorious retreat'?"

Ryan understood the words of the barbarian chief, as long as the defenders retreated into Miyodenhaven, engaged in a tragic street battle, and finally guarded the Earl's Castle, it would be no problem to stay for a day.

"Ha~ Yes, as long as we retreat into the castle, we can definitely hold on until sunrise, or if I meet you in the wild, I will run away without hesitation, because it is not embarrassing to run away if I can't beat you."

"But it's different here. Behind me are the people of this city, and I am the Knight of the Kingdom."

"The duty of the knights to protect my country and defend my people!"

"Of course I can hide in the city and build a new line of defense."

"But what about these citizens? What will their fate be like?"

"I will not stand on the walls of the castle and watch you bring death to the people, because this is not a knight."

"Life is precious, but after all, there are some things that are worth paying for. It has nothing to do with the price. It is faith, honor, responsibility, and this is the backbone that has stood for thousands of years!"

"Come and fight! No matter how big Nord is, behind you is Winter City!" The Kingdom Knight raised his warhammer.

Birig's face changed.

Since breaking the Storm Fortress, he has seen countless so-called knights and nobles fleeing under his iron hooves. He has seen how those "high-ranking people" who claim to be extraordinary pray for life in front of him. His face no longer contains ridicule, but serious. The barbarian chief nodded deeply: "Your head will become my most precious collection!"

So the barbarian chief got off the huge white bear in front of Ryan, and Ryan also chose to dismount. The two opponents remained motionless, leaving only the sound of the cold wind blowing through the battlefield. The smell of blood in the wind was extremely strong. Among the countless corpses, Ryan and Birger stood opposite each other.

All the battles around him stopped, the Nord soldiers and barbarian soldiers stopped fighting, and a depressing sense of silence enveloped the battlefield, countless eyes stared at the two people confronting each other,

Everyone, both the Nords and the barbarians, know that this major moment will determine the end of this battle. Both sides of the hostile side are great warriors, and they are the microcosm and representatives of their respective racial powers.

Standing on the city wall, Teresa realized why Ryan refused to go back to the sky castle with her. The sorcerer reached out to cover her mouth. The hot tears couldn't help but slide down from her beautiful Danfeng's eyes. Emilia beside her was also shocked.

After a brief pause for a few seconds, Ryan suddenly raised his hand, and a very strong spiritual light radiated out of his hand with all his might, shining on Birig's body. The barbarian chief subconsciously closed his eyes because of the sudden light, and his skin also made a sizzling sound due to the burning pain. The barbarian chief had to subconsciously retreat.

Ryan took a deep breath and took the opportunity to charge. The warhammer in his hand flashed with lightning, and the White Wolf Knight badge on his chest shone like starlight. The Kingdom Knight seized the opportunity to rush towards his enemy, hoping to take this opportunity to kill him with one blow.

Years of rich combat experience saved the barbarian chief. He subconsciously raised his shield to resist, and the heavy hammer hit Birig's shield. The pain like a broken wrist and the burning sensation of lightning made the barbarian chief scream. Taking advantage of the opportunity to block the attack, Birig swung the battle axe horizontally to counterattack. The sharp axe blade passed through the cold air, and Ryan had to withdraw the war hammer. The hammer handle made of fine iron intersected with the axe blade, and golden sparks emerged.

Taking this opportunity, Birig opened the distance from the young man. The young man's despicable means made him a little confused. The barbarian chief was adjusting his breathing and preparing to launch the next offensive.

Birig was far taller than Ryan. The barbarian chief, who was more than two meters tall, only had simple leather armor on his body, which looked like a hill made of muscles, containing the same energy as an explosion. Ryan certainly knew what fate he would face once the barbarian chief adjusted, so he planned not to give Birig any time to adjust. The kingdom knight rushed towards the barbarian chief despite the convulsions of his body.

Of course, Birig knew what the young man was trying to do. The barbarian chief adjusted his pace and took a deep breath. A mist like steam spurted out from his nostrils. His battle axe wanted to drink the blood of the knight. His shield was almost as high as a human, and he was ready.

The warhammer hit the shield heavily and was bounced away by Birig. The barbarian chief was ready to fight back, but at this moment, the kingdom knight suddenly took out a double-barrel musket from behind the cloak, pointed directly at the lower three routes of the barbarian chief and pressed the trigger.

The barbarian chief was shocked. He didn't want to lose his fertility and became neither male nor female. So Birig could only interrupt the rhythm of counterattack and barely raised his shield to resist.

“boom!”

The shield protected the vital points, but a bullet hole was left on the barbarian chief's calves, and blood flowed out of the bullet hole. Ryan threw the musket and took advantage of the situation to carry out a series of blows.

The wound seemed to eliminate the traces of Birig's rational thinking. He regained his most primitive instinct and rushed over more fiercely. The two fought together, accompanied by a series of blows and parry that followed closely behind, dodging and reorganization continued to unfold between the hostile sides. The duel was so swift that the soldiers around him could not see their figures clearly.

Only the constant roars and the sound of metal and iron fighting, the sparks splashing in the air mean everything: the last hope of this city is fighting the barbarian chiefs to the death.

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Thirty minutes later, the young Kingdom Knight realized that he was losing. His hands had begun to lose. His body was slowly becoming numb. He could feel the blood sprayed from his throat and the smell of rust in his mouth. His strength was declining. His legs had become stiff, but his opponent was still launching a powerful attack on him.

"Ah!!!" Ryan took two steps back under Birig's powerful attack. The numbness in his arms made him almost unable to hold the warhammer. A stream of blood spurted out of his throat. The White Wolf Knight forced the blood to swallow the mouth of the blood again. He forced his hands to hold the hammer handle of the warhammer tightly.

"Nord's hero? Sledgehammer Ryan? You are not my opponent~" Birig did not show any fatigue. The tall figure of the barbarian chief approached Ryan, and the barbarian footsteps were ringing the death knell for Ryan to the end.

The Barbarian Chief used his proud skill - the whirlwind slash. The constantly rotating axe blade rushed into Ryan's defense line one by one. The legendary high-level barbarian chief was much better than Ryan in terms of wrist strength and endurance. The White Wolf Knight is still too young. He is in his fifties this year, and he is almost twice as old as Ryan. With the rich and bloody combat experience and the blessing of the divine power from the Blood God's terror, Ryan felt that every strike of the barbarian chief had the power of the earth and mountain shaking. The legendary level, every step forward, the ability is very different. He can temporarily gain an advantage through some small tricks, but over time, the gap in hard power will definitely put Ryan at a disadvantage.

The White Wolf Knight retreated again and again, and there was a shallow wound on his shoulders and arms, muscles spasm, and blood surging.

The championship showdown failed! Am I going to lose?

Ryan's eyes gradually became blurred. Are he going to lose?

No, I can't fall here!

I must not lose this duel!
Chapter completed!