"My Lord!"


    "Protect adults!"


    "Lord Marquis!"


    ……


    Seeing him faint, the soldiers around him immediately made a mess, and Lowell stood aside with the same blank in his mind.


    "Lord Lowell, what should we do now? The wild people will come soon. Then we will be attacked on both sides!"


    In panic, the crowd turned their eyes to Lowell Bilson, who still stood.


    Looking away from the frightened faces in front of him, Lowell turned slowly and dully, looking at the giant holding a wooden shield in the canyon and the civilians fighting hard on both sides of the cliff. His thinking gradually returned.


    Looking at his brother who was unconscious on the knight''s shoulder, he said to himself: "retreat, we must leave here and break through the siege. We can only break through the siege while the wild people haven''t arrived yet..."


    Stunned, he looked at several Knights beside him, immediately raised the volume and ordered: "come on! Gather all the people and horses and break through to the south of the town immediately! It''s too late!"


    "Yes!"


    The knight ran away, and the people who heard his voice immediately rushed down the wall as if they were running for their lives.


    Looking at the castle guard on one side, he polished his sword and shouted, "follow me, protect Damon and make every effort to break through to the south of the town!"


    Carrying the unconscious Damon Bilson, more than 30 knights rushed down the wall.


    After being sprayed with strong wine on his face, Dimon Bilson woke up. Before he knew the situation, he was pushed onto the horse by two knights nearby.


    When the Knights arrived in panic, a large number of scattered and fleeing civilians had rushed far away. Lowell, holding a sword in one hand and pulling the reins, looked at the chaotic cavalry in front of him and shouted, "the wild people have rushed through the North fortress and are coming here! Those who want to live, break south with me!"


    Then he turned his horse''s head and shouted, "rush!"


    ……


    This is not a breakthrough, more accurately: This is a rout, is to escape! And it''s too late.


    With the town map drawn by gulbin, the wild people did not take the lead in wantonly burning, killing and looting, but directly rushed to the south of the town, blocking the way of Lowell and others.


    The giant stood in front of him, fearless in the face of the galloping knights, waving huge wooden sticks, roaring and sweeping, generally overturning the horses. A large number of wild people with spears rushed up and besieged the knights with swords.


    When Lowell decided to leave the fort, rout was inevitable. Civilians with chaotic morale and no morale are not opponents of the wild people at all. They are frightened and flustered, and they only have the idea of running for their lives in their minds.


    The breakout soon evolved into local fighting. The endless army of wild people continued to consume the number of knights. Except for a few riding out of the siege, including Lowell and others, they were all surrounded by wild people with inferior spears.


    "Sir, we can''t get out!" the knight looked around. There were still wild people around except wild people.


    Damon Bilson grabbed the reins. His tired face and red eyes were like an old lion surrounded by wild dogs. Death was coming.


    "All around!" Lowell shouted, holding the bloody sword. "Follow me and try your best to break through in one direction! Don''t be afraid! Kill all the cheap wild people!"


    The horseshoe was in chaos, and the remaining 100 Knights immediately gathered together.


    "Kill!"


    "Kill!!"


    Holding the long sword, the Knights shouted loudly to dispel the fear in their hearts. Lowell kicked the horse''s belly and led the team forward!


    The spear was broken and the horse fell to the ground. With the splashing blood and pain, one life returned to the embrace of death.


    Lowell had already killed red eyes, and the long sword in his hand had broken several heads and infected the blood of many wild people. Just when he had completely forgotten his fatigue and had only blood in his eyes, a giant waved his wooden stick and directly lifted him up with people and horses.


    "Lowell!" Damon Bilson, who had seen it all with his own eyes.


    The Knights stopped breaking through, and the wild people surged in like a vortex to surround the Knights again.


    "Lowell!" cried Damon Bilson, looking at his struggling brother.


    At this time, with a burst of ape howling, a large number of blood alliance guards riding horses and holding machetes rushed from the town on the north side.


    Lowell struggled to pull out a leg from under the horse. At the moment he was hit, he could have quickly abandoned the horse and dodged, but his right foot was put in the stirrup, causing him to be severely hit by the giant.


    "Lowell!"


    Looking at Lowell standing up from the ground with a pestle sword, Damon Bilson on the horse immediately showed a surprised look. It seems that although he is seriously injured, he can stand up, at least it means he can save his life.


    The blood blurred his sight and his face was warm. Lowell''s condition was far from as good as Damon Bilson thought.


    The giant''s full blow not only lifted him to the ground, but also shattered his internal organs. At the moment, there was great pain all over his body except his hair and beard. His body was like a cracked earthen pot, which would be broken immediately.


    "Cough!"


    The blood in his mouth dyed the hilt red. Lowell clubbed his sword tightly and didn''t want to fall down.


    "Oh, this is not our Lord Lowell Bilson. How did you get this look? Did someone bully you?"


    The wild people with spears made way for a road. Gulbin said proudly on his horse.


    "Gulbin!" said Lowell, his face covered with blood and gritting his teeth. "Son of a bitch, I should have shot you to death!"


    With a slight smile, gulbin joked, "it''s a pity you didn''t do that, but I''m not as cruel as you. As long as you kneel down and surrender now, I''ll spare you, Lord Lowell Bilson."


    "Surrender? Be a running dog of the wild people like you and be * * by men?" Lowell smiled disdainfully, gritted his teeth, picked up the pestle on the ground, scanned his red eyes in front of him and shouted, "come on! You cheap guys, only Lowell who died in the war, Lowell who did not surrender!"


    "Let me come!"


    Just as the wild people were holding long guns and preparing to rush up and poke him into a honeycomb, a blood League guard with a machete, shirtless and bronze skin kicked in front of him.


    Looking at the blood alliance guard who turned over and dismounted, Lowell disdained and said, "Oh! The wild people among the wild people are still wild people! I won''t be merciful if I fight alone!"


    "You shouldn''t be killed by these guys. I''ll be your opponent!"


    "Lowell!" cried Damon Bilson, "that''s enough. There''s no need to fight any more. Surrender! Let''s surrender!" he looked at gulbin on horseback. "You can take everything, but you must keep us safe!"


    Gulbin joked, "Sir, there is only one chance. Besides, do you have anything else besides life?"


    With that, he nodded at the blood alliance guard and motioned him to continue.


    Holding a machete, the blood alliance guard stepped in front of gulbin and raised his hand to split his head.


    Lowell couldn''t dodge at all. He fell to the ground on his side. The long sword in his hand was sent forward and directly inserted into the belly of the blood alliance guard.


    ……