If the fine steel weapons produced in the Immortal Fortress are far better than the North Iron weapons, then the Emerald Collar weapons mixed with magic steel are far better than the fine steel weapons.
The difference in quality and performance of weapons is reflected on the battlefield. The iron sword in the hand of a Freljordian was easily cut off, while the momentum of a single-edged ax continued unabated, directly disemboweling an unresponsive Freljordian warrior.
Belly, the fragile leather armor is as useless as a paper shell.
The soldier looked at his fallen intestines in disbelief and fell to the ground unwillingly, losing his life.
"I will remember the look of your large intestine, no one can forget it!!!"
Kled was still charging, and another person was killed directly. The Freljordians finally caused some commotion.
The commotion was more about anger at being underestimated.
"Kill this hairy yodel bastard!!!"
"Little dwarf! You will regret it!!"
"Everyone! If you run away, you will definitely die! Follow Kled and fight back! Fight out!!!"
Northlit, who had already guessed that there was no hope of escape, jumped off his horse and followed Kled.
The last glimmer of hope must be fought with weapons.
"Gulu uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
After passing through the encirclement and running for more than ten miles, he realized that his friend was not on his back. After regaining consciousness, Skaar rushed back to the battlefield anxiously, like a heavy tank, and rushed away for the second time with a confused look on his face.
The Freljord warrior made the warrior who was avoiding the impact roll over several times, vomiting blood and unable to get up again.
"It's colorful, what the hell is that?"
When Skaar returned to the encirclement again, the Freljord warriors who were responsible for intercepting and ambushing the Noxians outside still had not recovered, as if they had seen a ghost.
On the battlefield, seeing the seemingly vulnerable Yodel dwarf kill three of his warriors again, the War Mother finally couldn't sit still.
"Get away!!!"
Kicking away the weak man standing in front of her, Jelena raised her Perfect Ice Ax and launched a countercharge towards Kled.
"Little dwarf, you will pay with blood for your actions!"
"Old, ugly, fat woman! Don't try to intimidate your Grandpa Kled! Speak with your ability!"
"Say it again you hairy bastard!!!"
After colliding with her own Zhenbing ax several times, Jelena was shocked to find that the bloody ax was intact, and the Yodels' combat experience should not be underestimated.
We must know that even fine steel weapons cannot resist the magical power of Zhen Bing. What is the origin of that ax?
Seeing that the weapon was unable to gain the upper hand, she took two steps back. While the yordle was breathing slowly, Jelena began to accumulate ice magic elements through the Ice Ultimate Axe.
She wanted to turn this hairy bastard with bad breath into an ice sculpture, and then break the ice sculpture into pieces inch by inch.
"Guluaah!!"
By chance, Jelena, who was in a straight line with Kled, did not react and was knocked away by Skaar who rushed into the battlefield with his axe. The backlash caused by the interruption of magic also made Jelena vomit a mouthful of blood.
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The Freljordians were stunned at first, and then their morale plummeted.
"War Mother!!!"
Jelena's five wives screamed at the same time, and the men rushed forward to lift Jelena and her Zhenbing Battle Ax and retreat to their own formation.
"Well done Squall!!"
Patting the dragon lizard on the head, Kled returned to his horse and became a true knight.
"Kill!!!"
The remaining Freljord warriors and the barbarian warriors from the Damor Plains who had merged with the Howling Cold Wind tribe came forward, but were quickly broken up by the stubborn Skaar, and were cut down one by one by the blood axes that flashed past.
break.
Kled, who was already very powerful, had a sophisticated magic steel single-edged axe, and gained Skaar's speed and armor, becoming a whirlwind of death on the battlefield. After several attacks, the Freljordians
The battle formation was completely disrupted, and the Noxians' morale was greatly boosted, and they began to attack the Northland barbarians in reverse.
Except for herself, the nearly 100 Northland warriors actually had no enemy of the Yodels. War Mother sighed, gaining a new understanding of the waste in the tribe.
On the northern tusked boar, leaning in front of the thick chest hair of the strongest wife, amidst the intoxicating body odor, Jelena squinted her eyes and took one last look at the battlefield, and whispered.
"We are defeated this time. Retreat. Let everyone retreat. We still have troll warriors. We still have a chance to go south. We can't let everyone die here."
"War Mother orders! Retreat!! Retreat!!"
After receiving the instructions from the husband, the bald man shouted loudly.
The Freljordians began to retreat back, but Kled continued to pursue them, forcing the exhausted Noxian warriors to follow to prevent the yordles from being surrounded.
"Put me down."
"But... you..."
"I said, put me down."
Jumping off the wild boar, Jelena took a deep breath again, took out a crystal bottle, took off the cork, and drank the recovery potion given by the Ice Queen.
The blood-crazed yordle and his dragon lizards.
She wanted to remember this hairy face completely. One day, she would put this yordle's head on the trophy table and let his stupid lizard become the leather cushion under her butt.
"freeze!!!"
The Zhenbing battle ax hit the ground, and cracks appeared on the ground.
A dozen-meter-long 'V'-shaped ice thorns surrounded Kled in a semi-encirclement manner. Startled by the strong ice element, Skaar stopped charging and stopped dangerously.
In front of the ferocious ice spikes.
"Crash it over! You can do it Skaar! Crash it over!"
"Gulu gulu~ah?"
"You timid female lizard!!! You don't even dare to break through this fragile ice edge, what can I expect you to do? Fart all day long?"
Sighing, knowing that pursuit was no longer realistic, Kled began to turn around. Skaar also understood Kled's anger and made a somewhat aggrieved sound.
"Woooo~woooo~"
The blood in his eyes faded, and Kled sighed and patted Skaar's big head.
"You are so wronged! However, you still know how to come back to me this time. You, a coward, are still of some use."
"Hululu~"
"Okay! You start to get carried away after complimenting you a few times? I haven't asked you to fart at me yet! I will definitely block your * before going to bed next time!"
Two strange creatures quarreled and came to Noslit with a complex expression. Kled stood on Skaar, patted Noslit's shoulder, straightened his hat, and looked like an old Yodel.
Big brother's funny look.
"Human, I will go back first. There may be another battle tomorrow morning, and I will participate then."
"Mr. Kled..."
Putting away all contempt and doubts, he watched the yordle ride away on his funny dragon lizard.
After a bloody battle, Northlit finally understood the weight of the three words [Emerald Territory], and also understood why the funny Yodel and his timid dragon lizard appeared here.
"No wonder Lord Lester just sent a Yodel cavalry..."
