Chapter 153 Seizing the River Bend

The cry of war roared, and the Ibans were furious, and they rushed towards the invaders' battle formation again. Even Seger Sigvald could not stop them, but their fierce attack was unable to break through the Dothraki. front.

The Dothraki spearmen on the other side who were holding up the tower shield had cold eyes and stood guard. They mercilessly poked out the bloody spear tips and launched a repetitive and boring counterattack.

The Iban people were suppressed back again and completely dispersed. They were helpless and stood there shouting and insulting each other before retreating, leaving only a mass of black corpses in front of the tower shield.

At this moment, the leader showed a cruel smile on his face and shouted coldly:

"Archers come forward!"

The tower shield, which was as tight as a steel city wall, seemed to have sprouted countless city gates. It opened with a bang, and hundreds of forest walkers holding longbows stood out.

The leader's eyes flashed with excitement, and the exciting voice resounded on the coast, vibrating back and forth like a trumpet of victory.

"shoot!"

The feud between the forest walkers and the Ibans is very deep. Their arrows flashed like cold flames in the sun, and each archer's heart was filled with murderous intent that would not give up until all the Ibans were slaughtered.

They bent their bows and arrows, aimed at the Iban people who had just gathered together, and fired their arrows in unison, inserting the rain of arrows filled with hatred into the bodies of their old enemies. For a moment, every inch of land on the slope was covered with blood. . (っ◔◡◔)っ

"attack!"

Nearly a thousand Dothraki spearmen immediately threw away their tower shields, pulled out the scimitars from their waists, and rushed out of the beach with deafening shouts of death. Under the cover of archers, they charged towards the enemy formation on the hillside.

The Iban people who retreated to the top of the slope panicked and fled in all directions. Segel hurriedly sent his most elite reserve troops into battle to meet the offensive.

Just when he thought he could breathe a sigh of relief, a frightening shout came from beside him.

"Fire, it's on fire."

Segel froze in place for a moment as if he had been struck by lightning. He slowly turned sideways and looked south. The raging fire dyed the river bend red, which was where the Sigvald family gathered.

At this moment, he couldn't help lowering his head to hide the tears in his eyes. He had heard many poems praising the war and always understood what would happen after defeat.

But when you actually experience it, you can understand how hopeless this feeling is, but there is not so much time for the Iban people to be sad.

The Dothraki leader also saw the fire situation in the river bend, and he understood that the war had reached the key to determining the final outcome.

He shouted and ordered the entire army to charge. This inspiring sight made the Dothraki warriors' depression disappear.

"Dothraki, charge, charge!"

The leader held up his scimitar and charged side by side with the soldiers, wanting to fight the enemy decisively. The wild roars accompanied their overwhelming momentum, like a black tide rising from the coast, the violence rolled forward fiercely. .

The attackers suffered a counterattack, and the Iban people who originally led the offensive were forced to form a shield formation for defense. However, they could only barely withstand the first wave of violent counterattacks from the terrifying black tide. Soon, their line was torn apart.

The Dothraki used their height and strength to charge into the formation, and the Iban formation was completely broken up. They were either hacked to death or fled in all directions.

At this time, even though Segel was noble and intelligent, his role was insignificant. The anger and hatred in his heart eventually turned into fear and powerlessness.

All kinds of frustration and despair, like stones thrown from the mountain, hit his head hard. He fell to the ground with a bang and lost consciousness.

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When Segel regained consciousness, he was still lying on the ground at the top of the slope. The sky above his head was cloudless and the sun was shining brightly. However, he felt a little cold and shivered all over. He felt as cold as if he had fallen into ice water. But my head felt as hot as if it was on fire.

"I wonder what the situation is now?" He said to himself, using all his strength, he turned his head and looked around.

I saw a group of invaders armed with giant axes, harvesting the dead corpses and the heads of the dying and wounded on the battlefield.

He wanted to roar, but couldn't make a sound. He stood up in agony. In an instant, the scene in front of him made his head clear.

Looking around, there was deathly silence everywhere. There were no shouts or conversations. The air was filled with the smell of blood. There were no surviving Iban people on the entire hillside.

Suddenly, he found a strong man holding a giant ax climbing up the hillside and walking towards him. He panicked and touched his waist, but in vain.

He looked for the ground, but there were no weapons nearby. He shouted in a trembling voice:

"I am Seger Sigvald, son of Bern."

The man couldn't understand the Iban language, so he just stopped, holding the giant ax tightly, and stared at Segel.

Only then did he remember the identity and status he should get along with, and quickly raised his hands.

The strong man was quite strong and easily pushed him down to the ground. It was not until the other party put down the giant ax and tied him up with ropes that the uneasiness in his heart completely calmed down.

Soon after, Segel was dragged to a camp at the bend of the river, where all the Ibans who had been disarmed and had bruises and swollen faces but no injuries were detained.

"Segel!" came a shout full of surprise.

Listening to this familiar voice, Segel immediately turned his head and looked around. When he saw that his father was still alive, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, but his heated mind prevented him from showing his excitement at this time.

"Seger!"

Before he could respond, Bern Sigwald, who also had his hands tied, rushed over and shouted:

"I didn't expect you to be alive! I really thought your luck had run out, but let's not talk about this for now, just follow me."

He led Seger to a corner, and the Iban people around them quickly surrounded them. He asked solemnly:

"You didn't reveal your identity, did you?"

Seger looked at his clothes, which were the clothes he wore when he attacked After going down the water gate, I found someone at random from the gathering place and shook my head and replied:

"No, the invader who brought me here doesn't understand the Iban language at all."

"That's good!" Bourne sighed and whispered: "It was almost irreversible. War is cruel. The invaders are taking revenge on the warriors who opened the water gate."

The two did not talk for long. A team of wooden men with longbows walked into the camp. The leader looked around and found the leader of the Sigvald family hidden among the captives.

He showed a cruel smile, pointed at Bourne, and said in the not very fluent Iban language:

"You, follow me."

Bourne looked up at the other party and walked over calmly. When he squeezed away the Iban people who wanted to protect him, he deliberately bumped his son hard and said in a low voice:

"Farewell, heir of the Sigvald family, you are my best child."

Seger's clenched fist slowly loosened under the hopeful gaze of his father. He suppressed all emotions and watched Bourne follow the wooden man out of the camp.