The barbarian troops entered Bremen Pass before noon. They expected to announce their glorious advance with war songs, but they also understood that it was important to maintain secrecy if Dibbonazin's plan was to be successfully carried out.
When Dibner was marching beside King Halfdan, he happily admired the familiar sight of sails on Lake Duerden. This was once his hometown, but this familiar hometown only brought him endless humiliation in his memory.
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He believed that this would be a perfect sneak attack, and he wanted to take back all the humiliation he had suffered.
Then he noticed that some boats had hoisted red flags showing fish caught. "The winner will get more," he chuckled.
When the Bear Tribe left the main force and headed for Tamaran, the barbarians had not yet started singing war songs, but the rising smoke would tell the alert people that something unusual was happening here. The remaining army continued to Bryn Shander
Moving forward, and when the main city came into view, they shouted their first cheer.
At this time in Tamaran, after Regis's warning, the combined armies of the four towns on the shores of Lake Durden were hiding in the town of Tamaran.
Their goal was to strike quickly and forcefully at the small tribes attacking the town, to completely eliminate them as quickly as possible, then rush over to help Bryn Sander and surround the remaining enemy forces between the two armies, although there were
They are prepared, but the number of barbarian troops is beyond imagination, and they must cherish every minute.
Kemp of Targos commanded the operations here, but he promised the local spokesman Agowa that Tamaran would attack first.
When Halfdan's army swarmed into the town, the first buildings were set on fire. Tamaran has a population second only to Targos among the nine fishing villages, but its buildings are scattered irregularly, with many
The houses extend over vast areas, separated by avenues. Its inhabitants are given privacy and space to breathe, giving the town an air of remoteness that obscures its true size.
However, Dibana still felt that there was something unusual about this place, which seemed to be abandoned. He expressed his concern to the barbarian king next to him, but Halfdan assured him that the rats were only because of the arrival of the bears.
Fleeed and hid.
"Pull them out of their holes and burn their houses!" shouted the savages. "Let the fishermen on the lake hear the cries of their women and see the smoke from their burning towns!"
But then an arrow hit Halfdan's chest, penetrated deeply through his flesh and pierced his heart. The shocked barbarian looked down at the still shaking arrow shaft in fear, but he still
Before he could shout the last word, the darkness of death surrounded him from all sides.
Agowa of Tamaran used his aspen bow to silence the King of the Bear Tribe forever. Then Agowa sent an attack signal, and the troops from the four towns on the shores of Lake Durden jumped out.
They jumped from the roof of every house, from every lane and street entrance. Faced with the fierce attack of this large group of people, the confused savages tried to raise their weapons to fight back in a hurry, but they had already laid a careful ambush.
The huge army prevented them from even getting a last chance, and many of them were killed before they could take out their weapons.
Some battle-experienced invaders formed small groups, but the Ten-Town troops, fighting for their homes and loved ones and equipped with weapons and shields forged by dwarven blacksmiths, quickly advanced. These fearless defenders
The attackers relied on their numerical superiority to cut down many intruders.
In an alleyway on the edge of Tamaran, Regis hid under a pony as two barbarians fled past him. The halfling struggled with a personal dilemma: He didn't want to be seen as a coward, but he
He had no intention of jumping back to fight someone taller than him. When the danger passed, he circled back behind the carriage and figured out his next move.
Suddenly, a dark-haired man, whom Regis believed to be a member of the Ten-Towns Militia, entered the alleyway and saw the halfling. Regis knew that his game of hide-and-seek was over, and it was now up to him to step up and fight.
It's time to go out. "There are two scum running over there!" he shouted to the black-haired southerner. "Come on, if we run slower, we can still catch up with them!"
However, Dipper was thinking about something else. He was desperate to survive, so he decided to sneak out of the alley and appear as a militiaman in another alley. He didn't want to leave any witnesses to his betrayal.
Witness. He walked steadily towards Regis, his slender sword ready to strike.
The unsuspecting Regis walked towards the black-haired man, unaware that the sword was already secretly preparing to pierce his heart.
"I said, don't stand still."
A flash of silver light flashed, and the long sword in the black-haired man's hand stabbed Regis fiercely. The halfling stood there stupidly, his body's instincts already trembling slightly with fear.
"with"
Regis finished speaking in a daze, looking at the black-haired man in front of him who was fixed in place with a ferocious face, and the sword was only one centimeter away from his chest. He finally reacted and was so frightened that he could not speak.
He rolled and crawled and jumped back several meters.
A mage wearing a gorgeous black robe came out of the shadows. Imric's eyes were still slightly bright, which was a sign that the powerful telekinesis was working.
Dibal, who was frozen in place by the invisible spiritual force, was filled with fear, "What kind of power is this?" A low groan of fear sounded in his throat.
Imric slowly walked up to Dibal, and the invisible force of thought was like a boulder, pressing the black-haired southerner to his knees on the ground. His condescending eyes looked at the person in front of him indifferently, exuding a bewildering atmosphere.
brilliance.
"Tell me, are there any spellcasters in the barbarian army?"
Dibana, who was confused by the power of the spell, said mechanically: "No."
"How many people are there in this army?"
"5,500 people, 600 professional barbarians."
Imrik stopped [Suggestion] with satisfaction. There were 5,500 strong barbarian troops, and 600 warriors or barbarian professionals. These corpses were enough for him to have no shortage of resources for future research.
, and can also build a huge undead army.
"[Bryn Sander]'s defense force may not be able to defeat this barbarian army, so let them fight for a while. Only by giving these barbarians enough despair can the quality of the corpses be even higher."
Imrik's eyes turned and he thought to himself, he was not here to work for these people in vain. With these people, it was simply wishful thinking to defeat the main force of the barbarians without his own help.
The black-robed mage turned to look at Dibo Nazeng, who was kneeling on the ground. The black-haired southerner who had regained his consciousness was now kneeling on the ground, begging the other person to let him go.
Imric chuckled, raised a hand, and chanted a spell loudly.
Two slender spears composed of thunder and lightning were generated in Imrik's hand. The strong current made a "呲呲" sound, and the lightning javelin shot out from Imrik's hand with a "whoosh" sound, penetrating
Di Bo Na Zeng's heart and left eye were struck, and the strong current turned the entire body into a charred carbon corpse.
Why do I write about so many other people? Because I feel that the visuals have been a bit tired of the protagonist. Describing the suffering of ordinary people on the battlefield can better reflect the master's sense of superiority.