"Hold the line! No retreat!! Our reinforcements will arrive soon!"
Bradley the Seventh—Ivan, clad in a full set of top-level magic armor and wielding a legendary greatsword, stood at the forefront of the wall, shouting in anger.
From time to time, he swung his greatsword and slashed the Fishman Warriors who charged up the wall into two.
Torrential rain mixed with the Fish People's blood, flowing down from the armor, Ivan's mood was extremely oppressive at this moment.
Over these years, he still hadn't taken the final step.
Out of desperation, he finally endured the pain of spending a huge price to engage the famous Free Forces leader of the 'Winter Snow Adventurer Group', a legendary Barbarian to make a move.
However, that legendary Barbarian powerhouse actually broke his word. So much time has passed since the war began, the kingdom's army suffered seventy-eighty thousand casualties, yet still no sign of him.
This made Ivan somewhat angry, and somewhat desolate.
