Holding a two-meter-three-meter fine cold iron spear in his hand and wearing only light leather armor, Lester jumped off his horse and walked against the defeated Avarosa warriors towards the Behemoth. Sora was healing the wounded behind the military formation.
Ka glanced at the man worriedly, and was quickly attracted by the wailing sounds one after another. At this moment, she could only silently pray in her heart that the man would come back safely.
"Peng! Peng!"
After two more shellings, the Behemoth on the left was completely frozen into ice by the magical energy, and was shattered into blood-red pieces of meat under the strong pressure. The Behemoth on the right was hit by Ava.
Rosa's ice-born mage blocked it, leaving only a Behemoth beast in the center that had lost its owner and was violently destroying all life. The beast that killed all the living people soon saw the beast approaching him.
The humans roared and rushed over.
With a dangerous roll, Lester avoided the trampling path of the giant Behemoth and let out a laugh.
"Beast! Do you know that you are as stupid as your master and can only die humbly in powerless anger?"
"Roar!"
The man responded with a fishy roar. This time the Behemoth deliberately slowed down, raised its right paw at the man, and slapped him hard from top to bottom, hoping to turn the man into a ball of flesh.
Another dodge to avoid the slap, the angry giant claw hit the ground and left a big handprint. Lester pierced the back of Chi Chi's palm with a spear, and the sharp cold iron spear pierced a small bloody hole.
, the Behemoth had to retract its right claw and use its left claw to launch a sweeping attack.
Unable to escape, Lester lay down on the spot, and the strong wind that tore the air blew past in front of him. The giant beast's attack failed again. The body was a little unstable because of the excessive force. Three useless full-force attacks finally
The giant beast carrying a pile of ice sea urchin began to get tired and staggered. The giant beast lowered its head and tried to regain its strength by panting.
Naturally, he would not miss such an opportunity. Lester got up and stabbed the giant beast in the chin. The soft chin was pierced by the spear, and bright red blood sputtered out from the breach, spraying all over Lester.
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He twisted his right arm vigorously, and slapped the black iron gauntlet hard on the end of the gun.
Before the Behemoth beast had time to raise its head to dodge, with deadly killing intent, the cold iron spear penetrated into the beast's head like a black dragon, and its head organs were crushed by the spear head. The beast struggled feebly for two times.
, fell heavily to the ground,
Until then, for fear of being accidentally injured by the giant beast, only the Winter Claw warriors who were following the Behemoth Beast belatedly came to Lester, looking at the man who had turned into a bloody man with cold hands and feet.
, and looked at the dead Behemoth, a little at a loss.
In front of hundreds of children of ice, Lester held the blood-stained gun shaft on the Behemoth's chin and slowly pulled it out inch by inch, making the heartbeat of the children of ice beat with the bloody gun shaft.
The greasy gun barrel exuded steaming heat in the cold, making the man's blood-red face look a little dull. He casually pulled a piece of cloth from the dead man's body, and the man, who was as tall as a pine tree, wiped the scarlet cold iron from the end of the gun barrel to the tip of the gun, until
Strings of blood beads were no longer dripping from the tip of the spear, and a strip of linen cloth enough to draw out blood was thrown onto the dead man's face. The bloody gauntlet had already grasped the cold iron spear again, and was ready to drink blood again.
The man's gaze swept across the hundreds of tribal warriors holding weapons, and he began to take steps. Each step would leave a deep bloody footprint on the ground. His calm voice made the Winter's Claw warriors present feel nervous.
"Don't you claim to be the orthodox warriors of Freljord, the children of Ice?"
"What are you afraid of? Abandon all fear and let us fight like a real warrior,
Either kill me or be killed by me."
With a flick of the gun tip, the man began to quicken his pace, and actually launched a charge against hundreds of people.
The body of the tall Behemoth beast was lying not far away. From the moment the gun was fired, the Sons of Ice were completely suppressed by the man's aura. The Winter's Claw warriors who believed in bravery could not accept the cowardly act of turning around and running away.
Can be forced to fight.
The wolf turned into a sheep, and a tiger that had just finished hunting and was still hungry pounced into the sheep.
In just one face-to-face encounter, the cold tip of the cold iron spear took away the life of an Ice Son. He witnessed his powerful companion fall to the ground helplessly. The timid Ice Sons began to retreat on their own initiative, but there were still tribal warriors waving.
He wields a weapon in an attempt to challenge an invincible enemy, and then dies helplessly under the gun.
Except for the violent breathing and roaring, no sound could be heard on the battlefield. There was only the sound of the spear tip piercing the body and tearing the flesh and blood. There was only the sound of the body falling to the ground.
Apart from the initial declaration of war, the surrounded man was like a piece of silent black ice, delivering a cold coffin to all challengers.
The fearless children of the ice were finally defeated. They could face all powerful enemies and sacrifice their lives for courage and glory, but they could not accept this careless fate. They would rather face the terrifying bear-man sacrifice than
Unwilling to face the invincible black gun again, die so humbly, so worthlessly, without honor, as ridiculous as the wild boar being slaughtered in the village.
Watching the Sons of Ice flee, the man did not pursue them. He just sent the black spear into the heart of the still wailing tribal warrior, helping the Sons of Ice relieve themselves from pain.
The man who retracted his spear turned around, and behind him were the Avarosa tribe warriors who were about to step forward to support him. Being watched by the man, the warriors who were charging halfway stopped instinctively, lowered their breath, and stood at attention.
Lowering your head to avoid the man's sight seems to make you safer.
"The Behemoth Beast is dead, and the rest is left to you."
The stagnant and depressing atmosphere continued until the man spoke, and Lester, who had missed the tribal warriors, rode back to the main formation. Only then did Avarosa's warriors begin to take a deep breath, and even their thoughts on pursuit were lost.
Seeing that there were still a few people pretending to be chasing forward, the female warrior finally calmed down and yelled loudly.
"Idiot! Didn't you see that the enemies have already withdrawn? What are you chasing? Do you want to die? Come back quickly!"
The dozen or so gray warriors retreated in embarrassment. No one present was amused. Everyone's heart felt heavy and unspeakably depressed.
"If you were half as brave as Lord Leicester! You wouldn't be able to find a husband who loves you. You are such useless guys!"
The cursing female warrior glanced behind her, but did not see the man who made her heart beat faster, and her face couldn't help but fall.
From a higher position, I witnessed Mabel, the Winter's Claw Warmother, patted the Juvask wild boar on her crotch. She did not feel the pain of defeat at all. The woman rubbed the pig's back with blurred eyes.
The wild boar was a little uncomfortable with the sudden and unique smell.
"'Silverback,' I think I have found the most valuable wife. Our children will definitely rule the Freljord, and I will become the greatest war mother!"
