Start with the Eye of Sauron

"Duke Glenn!"

Looking at the Duke Glenn who was directly swept to the ground by Azog, and the Duke Allen who was leading the team from the rear to support him, his eyes were red and his breathing became heavy immediately.

After receiving the news, he brought his soldiers to support almost immediately. It took only half an hour to drive to Fort Jerberg in front of him.

Perhaps it was less than two hours before Duke Glenn asked for help, but when he arrived here, he encountered such a tragedy.

"Fort Jerborg fell in two hours?"

Duke Allen's mind went blank. He commanded the army, quickly killed the half-orcs in front of him, and came to Glenn's side.

"Duke Glenn, how are you?"

Lifting Glenn who fell on the snow, Allen couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth. The iron armor on Glenn's chest was dented in a large piece, and several eye-catching round holes hung on the armor, and blood gushed out continuously.

Glenn was already out of breath but not in. From the injury on his chest, it could be seen that he could not be saved, and maybe even a few of his ribs were intact.

"Kill all these monsters!"

The soldiers roared and killed the half-orcs in front of them, and the group of half-orcs in front of them were rushed to pieces.

Leading a team of cavalry, Duke Allen rushed towards the city. There were many small teams in the city fighting each other. Although the 3000 people that Duke Glenn stayed here were not enough compared to the number of orcs, but for a while It's impossible for them all to die.

"General riding on a tall horse, I like the way you show off your might."

"I just don't know, can you still maintain this demeanor under my mace?"

The whisper of the monster sounded behind him, and Duke Allen turned around abruptly.In front of him, the half-orc leader riding a giant wolf and wielding a mace was staring at him with great interest.

Duke Allen snorted coldly, and clenched the spear in his hand that was engraved with complex patterns and had a sapphire pendant hanging from the tip.

On the four-nation competition, he once confronted Duncan for hundreds of rounds.The half-orc in front of him was extremely strong, and the mace in his hand was already stained red with blood, but this didn't make him a little bit afraid.

"Take Fort Jerbog, no matter what today, this city cannot fall!"

After instructing his subordinates, Allen raised his spear to kill Azog directly, and he moved his spear forward, pointing directly at Azog in front of him.

"Another one to die!"

Azog grinned disdainfully, and the giant wolf under his seat jumped out and rushed towards Allen.

Unable to control the fear in his heart, Allen's horse ran a little slower.Sensing the fear of the horse under the seat, Allen gritted his teeth, and whipped the horse once with the whip.

This horse is Allen's heart, and he has been fighting with him for several years.This action of Allen made the horse under the seat suddenly refreshed, and ran forward directly. He understood the master's mind.

"Good come!"

Seeing a ray of cold light in front of him, Azog swung his mace and slapped it without sparing any effort.

The tip of the gun was slapped violently, and Allen frowned. He could feel a huge force, which made his hands tremble unconsciously.The spear was retracted, and looking at the mace that swept over again, Allen directly clicked on it.

The tip of the gun came out like a shower, and after Azog's mace was bounced off, Allen accelerated his attack speed. Azog's mace looked extremely heavy, but it danced vigorously. There is no feeling of stagnation at all.

The two sides fought together, and the fight soon became inextricable. Allen's thoughts were slowly put on this half-orc, and he didn't care about his own army. . .

After taking over the control of the entire army, Earl Tom, the lieutenant next to Allen, soon discovered that there were figures of those monsters in almost every corner of the entire castle.

When he was fighting in the city, he was about to climb up the stone steps and the city wall to observe the situation.Tom looked at the city wall and was stunned for an instant.

There was only a large group of half-orcs above the city wall. Some of them rushed down the city wall with weapons in hand, and some sat on the city wall, playing with the crossbow they had never seen before.

Anyway, on the entire city wall, there is not a single person, all of them are monsters.

"This task is a bit difficult."

Recalling what Duke Allen said just now, Tom couldn't help but sigh to the sky, how could there be so many monsters hidden on the border of Finley, and they themselves didn't notice it at all.

"All the crossbowmen are in place, shoot down those guys on the city wall!"

At this point, Tom could only make the most favorable decision for the battle situation on the battlefield. After he ordered the crossbowmen to shoot arrows at the city wall, he personally led the cavalry to rush outside the city, killing the half-orcs who had entered the city. Get them all out.

However, now a dozen holes have been hammered into one of the city walls of Jerberg Castle, and the city gate has also been breached, and a large number of orcs have poured into the castle.

Constantly going back and forth, Tom found that there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him, and the orcs around him were cleaning up more and more.

"The [-] troops under his command have all smashed into Fort Jerbog. There are already half of Finley's troops in this city. If this can't be held, Finley will really be in danger!"

Tom had no choice but to shout to cheer up his soldiers. The city in front of them was already full of corpses lying on the ground, every house in the city was dilapidated, and the streets were covered with red blood. A clean place.

"This..."

Tom just felt that he was in hell now, and he was getting deeper and deeper under the conflict.

Suddenly, a man came out from the group of half-orcs at the back and came to him. His robe and armor had turned red. When he came to Tom, he was panting heavily.

"Duke Allen, do we still have any hope of winning?"

Looking at the person in front of him, Tom couldn't help the corners of his eyes getting wet. He knew that Duke Allen must have tried his best to escape from the crazy orc general.

"Our chances of winning are really slim. That guy is too powerful. My martial arts skills are no match for him."

Allen looked up to the sky and sighed, raised his spear again, and stabbed a half-orc on the left side of the street to death.

"But we can't sit still and guard Fort Jerburg strictly. Even if we die, we must stop these ghosts from running wild in Finley!"

"Let's fight to the death!"