The main force of the barbarians reached the long, low hills leading to Bryn Shander, wondering what had happened to their comrades in Tamaran. Here they separated again, and Heafstar led the Elk tribe to surround them.
Living on the east side of the hill, Biog led the rest of the people directly towards the walled city. Now this group of barbarians sang war songs, hoping to further frighten the panicked and frightened people in the ten towns.
But the scene behind the walls of Bryn Shander was completely different from what the barbarians had imagined. The city's own army and the reinforcements from the towns of Kaiconi and Cadineva all carried bows, spears and barrels of hot oil.
Completely prepared.
In an ironic turn of events, the people of the Elk tribe, who could not see what was happening in front of the city wall, heard the first scream of death on the hill and cheered loudly, thinking that the deceased must be an unprepared person from Shizhen.
A few seconds later, after Heefstad led their people around the easternmost end of the hill, they also encountered disaster. The armies of Mead Town and Dogan's Cave were waiting there, and the barbarians also engaged in
I don't know what caused them to retreat when they attacked.
However, after an initial moment of confusion, Heefstadt regained control of the situation. These warriors were battle-hardened and knew no fear. Even though they suffered damage from the initial attack, their numbers were still greater than the others.
With more troops in front of him, Heafstad was confident that he could quickly deal with the fishermen and get his men into position.
Next, the troops from the Eastern Exile rushed down the Eastern Road with a clamor and advanced on the barbarians' left flank. Heifstad still did not waver. But just after ordering the troops to change their formations to resist this new group of enemies, ninety more soldiers appeared.
Dwarves who had experienced many battles and were wearing heavy armor came from behind. These ferocious dwarves formed a wedge-shaped formation, with Bruenor at the tip. They rushed into the Elk tribe, cutting down the barbarians like a low-swinging scythe cutting off the tall ones.
Like grass.
The barbarians fought bravely, and many fishermen from the Ten Towns were killed on the eastern slopes of Bryn Sander. This group of dwarf raiders was powerful and was composed entirely of professionals, but compared to the huge army of barbarians, it was still a drop in the bucket.
Seven more marks will be added to Bruno's ax handle, and he is now facing the eighth enemy today, which is a tall and slender barbarian youth. He is so young that there is no stubble on his tanned face, but he is very
Experienced in carrying the Elk Tribe military flag.
When Bruno rushed towards the young man, he curiously thought about the attractive eyes and calm face. He was surprised that he could not find the bloodthirsty and cruel fire of the barbarian on the young man's face, but he saw it.
A kind of alert and understanding depth. The dwarf felt very sad when he found out that he had to kill such a young and extraordinary person. His compassion made him hesitate when the two started fighting.
However, this young man was as fierce and fearless as his race. Bruno's hesitation gave him the opportunity to take action first.
He hit the enemy's head with the pole of the military flag with fatal accuracy, and the pole broke into two pieces. This surprisingly powerful attack made Bruno's helmet dent, causing Bruno to bounce up. However, he seemed
The rocks he mined were as hard and tenacious. Bruno put his hands on his hips and stared at the young barbarian who was so surprised that the dwarf did not fall that his weapon almost dropped to the ground.
"Foolish boy," Bruno growled as he slashed at the young man's leg. Didn't anyone tell you not to hit a dwarf on the head? The young man tried desperately to get up again, but Bruno hit him in the head with an iron shield.
Face.
"The eighth one!" the dwarf shouted as he ran away to find the ninth one. But he looked back and shook his head at the waste of such a tall and strong young man with intelligent eyes that could match his martial arts.
That's a rare combination among the wild and ferocious natives of Icewind Dale.
Under the leadership of Bruno, the dwarves fought bloody battles like the legendary three hundred Spartan warriors, but the gap in strength cannot be made up by brave martial arts alone.
"No!"
The sharp blade passed through the heart of a seriously injured dwarf. He finally could no longer hold the giant ax in his hand and fell to the ground. Bruno roared sadly and angrily on the side. Scenes like this began to appear everywhere on the battlefield.
When Bruno was distracted by his great sorrow, the young barbarian who had been knocked unconscious by Bruno stood up. He sneaked up behind Bruno and quickly and quickly stabbed Bruno's heart with the long sword in his hand.
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With a "ding" sound, the silver-haired and dark-skinned dark elf finally arrived at the scene in time. He held a scimitar in his strong hands and firmly blocked the sharp sword that was stabbing his friend.
"Be careful, Bruno, I don't want to collect your corpse." Drizzt said teasingly, but his seemingly relaxed expression had serious eyes. Such a huge barbarian army alone could not resist them at all.
Why don't those humans standing on the city wall come down to support them?
If these barbarians were allowed to clear out all the weak armies of the dwarves and the Eastern Exile, even relying on the city wall, Drizzt could foresee that [Bryn Sander] would be breached and the reinforcements coming from [Tamaran] would have been brutally defeated.
Is there really no hope if we are blocked by separate troops?
Drizzt and Bruno were back-to-back, relying on their superb martial arts to be in no danger for the time being on the battlefield, but even so, the balance of failure had gradually begun to tilt towards them.
Suddenly, a strong rusty breeze blew on the battlefield without anyone noticing.
"What smell is this?" King Heefstadt frowned. At first he thought it was the smell of blood, but after smelling it carefully, it seemed to be a little different.
Above the sky, large areas of dim blood-red began to appear, and the originally invisible breeze became brightly colored and intense.
"Cold, what happened? Did the gods send down punishment?" Countless barbarians looked at the blood-red sky in horror and the blood-red gas spreading down from above.
"Damn it, my armor." Bruno screamed. He found that these bloody breezes had actually corroded his heavy armor. Large areas of rust appeared on it, and metal fell off with a slight shake. The only thing
Fortunately, the high-quality magic scimitar in Drizzt's hand and the powerful battle ax inherited from the dwarf tribe in Bruno's hand were not eroded by this strange bloody wind.
But others on the battlefield were not so lucky. The barbarians in the center of the battlefield found that the swords in their hands and the armor on their bodies were rusted and vulnerable, and there were many of them.