Day 2 of the battle.

Both sides also suffered heavy losses.

Thousands of soldiers fell on the battlefield.

The blood dyed the ground red, giving people an unspeakable sadness.

The billowing smoke rose, almost dyeing the sky red.

The stench of burning corpses permeated the hills.

Harley cleaned up the wall littered with corpses, slowly leaned against the stone pier, and exhaled a long breath.

These barbarian soldiers put a lot of pressure on him.

If it weren't for the critical moment and two Iron Man were sent out, they might not be able to withstand the charge of the opponent's high-level barbarians.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be curious about the battle process in the Gulf Territory.

The other party withstood the pressure brought by tens of thousands of people, and also achieved very great gains, even greater than the results of tens of thousands of them fighting for several days.

What Haller didn't know was that the barbarian soldiers he faced were the last elites of the Haller tribe, and they were very strong and capable of fighting.

If it weren't for their lack of supplies, their weapons and equipment would have been badly damaged due to the long journey.

If they really faced them in their heyday, these Blood Moon City soldiers under Harley's command would definitely not be able to hold on for even a day. They would be breached by the wall and then directly defeated.

Fortunately, after two days of brutal fighting, the Bloodmoon City soldiers under Harley's control grew rapidly.

A soldier who fights against barbarians three times without dying can be called a veteran.

Especially those professionals with good strength, if they can withstand the pressure.

After the battle is over, they can digest the combat experience gained and at least be able to improve their professional level by 1 to 2 levels!

This is where ordinary soldiers end up!

They have no enchanted armor or weapons.

There are no blood-activating medicines and nutritional medicines to restore injuries and replenish physical strength.

We face the most dangerous enemies, and sometimes we have to face very brainless and inflexible orders.

Being able to transform from an ordinary soldier to a professional warrior is usually a waste of time.

How to train elite troops?

Participated in several brutal battles, eliminated most of the unqualified soldiers, then replenished the personnel, and continued to eliminate them.

Only after several more visits can an elite force be trained.

Of course, in most cases, such elite troops are not favored or valued in the Netheril Empire.

No matter how powerful they are in combat, they are just a tool for the arcanists to delay the enemy!

Just like today!

Even if the city lord didn't take action, it was several senior mages from the Magic Association of Blood Moon City who did.

The group attack spell they cast killed more than 1/3 of the barbarian soldiers.

At the critical moment, they interrupted the barbarians' indomitable momentum and suppressed their intention to break through the wall.

Of course, it is not easy to get these senior mages to take action. Harley approved their material supply permission for several months before allowing them to join the battlefield.

Even so, in the face of the menacing barbarian soldiers, Harley really has no guarantee of holding on to tomorrow without considering using the Blood Moon Knights.

"Did Lord Matthew agree?"

Harley turned around and asked 343 who suddenly appeared.

Nodding gracefully, 343 looked at the messy battlefield and said with emotion:

"Lord Matthew has agreed, but he also has a condition."

"After defeating these barbarians, he wanted to get all the prisoners."

Harley was not surprised at all by this condition.

Even the entire eastern province has heard of the Gulf Territory's thirst for population.

"No problem, as long as he can block the gaps for the barbarians to infiltrate, the priority right to develop this area will also belong to him."

"At the same time, I can also grant him the qualification to build a new city in Misty Swamp."

"I also have a condition, asking his soldiers not to wait any longer and to attack tomorrow."

Unexpectedly, 343 did not convey the message immediately. Instead, he turned his head to look at the barbarian camp not far away, and replied softly with emotion:

"Actually, Lord Matthew will take action tonight!"

Harley turned his head and looked into the distance, and a beautiful silver-white figure slowly fell from the sky.

Dragon!

Before Yaya could make any move, the barbarian camp below fell into panic.

Everyone looked up at the sky in disbelief. Many people were trembling with fear and lying on the ground.

It’s not that they have never seen a real dragon, it’s just because they were so impressed by it that they felt a kind of heartfelt fear.

"Sure enough, even if you escape here, you can't escape the fate of death!"

Hallel whispered faintly and calmly scanned the restless camp.

He can control the soldiers under his command, but he cannot control the slaves he plundered.

"However, the great god has not abandoned me, and there is still room for redemption."

"Hey, as for you, let's become sacrifices together for the coming of the great god!"

Slowly turning his head, Hallel waved to his cronies:

"Let's do it, kill these slaves, and let us bathe in the glory of the gods together."

When he said this, Hallel's eyes were already flashing with a twisted red light.

After saying this, he raised his two swords high, put them on his neck, and twisted them hard.

A head gushing blood fell to the ground.

At this moment, the twisted light of the scarlet moon shone on his body.

The guards, grinning ferociously, rushed out like crazy.

They cut down and kill everyone they see.

And this strange situation has deeply contaminated every soldier controlled by Hallel.

They killed like crazy and soon turned the entire camp into a bloody hell.

The old, weak, women and children of the barbarians were immediately in mortal danger.

Be smart and start escaping outside immediately.

Others tried to fight back, but were chopped into pieces by the crazed soldiers.

The entire camp is filled with a terrifying and twisted atmosphere.

The frantic soldiers, after finding no one to kill, imitated Hallel's example and chopped off their own heads.

Seeing this twisted and absurd scene from the sky, Matthew felt an indescribable shock.

He asked Yaya to lower his height to a range of about 200 meters, and carefully explored the situation of these contaminated soldiers through digital display.

The polluted.

Status: pollution, madness, bloodthirsty.

Survival time: 20 minutes.

Reason: Contaminated source of food.

Looking around, every crazy soldier is like this.

Matthew took a breath and praised Hallel's ruthlessness and craziness:

"Sure enough, brainless cultists are the most dangerous!"
Chapter completed!