The barbarian also had his mask pushed up, catching all of it.

He turned completely mad, letting out a roar and attempting to kill this little brat in one sweep of his iron fist. But just then, his legs suddenly went out of control. It turned out that while he was standing still in one place, Chang Geng had snuck past the enemies, took advantage of the situation and aimed, accurately stabbing right at the seam of the leg guard.

The short sword truly lived up to its promise as a product of Black Iron Camp. It was extremely sharp, as if there was nothing it couldn't break through. He sharply slashed one of the leg guards on the Heavy Armor. One barbarian lost his balance and stumbled down, directly blocking the way of his companion.

Ge Pang Xiao resembled a little monkey; he jumped down from the tree branch, quickly ran across the rooftop, crossing through walls. He gathered up all the bricks and shouted towards Chang Geng: "Big brother! Hurry, get out of the way!"

White mist spurted out of Chang Geng's feet, and it was too late for him to stand up; he could only let the leg guards drag him a few feet away, then a large stone landed right on the steel helmet of the barbarian. The ringing echoed endlessly in one's ears.

Ge Pang Xiao: "You bastards! This is for tearing my pants!"

Chang Geng rolled over in the dirt and soil. As he struggled to stand up with one leg, there was a sudden force behind his neck: a massive iron hand appeared right out of the sky and pulled his entire body up.

Chang Geng subconsciously reached for the iron wristband, but the barbarian did not allow him to. He was about to smash Chang Geng onto the wall.

Shen Yi, who currently had his hands full with the barbarian prince, was completely out of reach —

At this moment, a horse's sharp neigh rang out, a gleaming iron arrow pierced through the sky, broke through the thick steel plate, and directly nailed the barbarian who just grabbed Chang Geng onto the low wall.

The wall wasn't able to sustain the weight of the Heavy Armor: it collapsed into ruins. Chang Geng, who was tumbling down among it, suddenly heard a very penetrating sound of eagles in the sky. He looked up: two huge shadows were hovering in the air, and the eighteen Iron Armors of the barbarians were enveloped inside the range of longbows and iron arrows.

The barbarian prince quickly looked up and glared: "Black Eagle!"

One person replied from not far away: "Isn't it? Long time no see, greetings from Black Iron's three factions to Your Highness."

The voice was tremendously familiar; it had stunned Chang Geng's entire body. Kneeling on the ruins of stone bricks and rubble, he looked in disbelief at the man donned in a Light Armor coming over on a horse.