Before he had time to carefully assess the battle, a dull impact suddenly exploded beside his ear.
Roland whipped around and saw a rickety wooden ladder already hooked over the edge of the wall.
A ragged mob member was rapidly climbing up the ladder. Under the moonlight, the rust-covered hand axe in his grip gleamed with a chilling light.
Seeing this, a burly guard immediately drew his sword and moved to engage.
Watching the mob member swing his axe wildly and without technique, the guard curled his lips into a scornful smile and steadily raised his iron sword into a blocking stance.
In his experience, this kind of brute-force chop could be easily countered by skillfully redirecting its force, allowing him to kill the attacker in return.
Bang!
The ear-piercing clash of metal tore through the night sky.
The confidence on the guard's face instantly froze.
The tremendous force transmitted through the axe blade far exceeded his expectations.
His palm went numb and his wrist throbbed with pain. His iron sword was actually knocked aside by force, leaving his chest completely exposed.
Before he could adjust his stance, the mob member's second chop was already upon him.
Moonlight flowed across the axe blade, illuminating the guard's terrified, dilated pupils.
Just as the guard thought he was certain to die, a flash of cold light suddenly cut in.
Clang!
An iron sword precisely knocked the axe blade aside, then followed through with a reverse slash.
Splurt!
The mob member's head flew off on cue, and blood gushed from the severed neck like a fountain.
Then a bizarre scene unfolded.
The headless corpse continued swinging its hand axe, hacking wildly at the air!
Once, twice, three times.
Only after the fourth swing did its movements gradually stiffen. Finally, it toppled to the