The bloody setting sun gradually set, and the scorched black land was covered with smoke. As a loud horn sound came, countless bloody skull flags were pushed out from behind the woods, and thousands of soldiers of the bloody mercenary group were brandishing machetes and swords.
, rushed towards the encircled northern coalition forces in Kislev.
The mercenaries charged wildly, rolling up dust behind them, like a red tide rushing towards a black embankment. However, this embankment composed of the northern coalition forces was already riddled with holes at the beginning of the war!
Fanatic shouts of killing quickly became one, and a raging offensive came in an instant.
"Hold on!"
Standing in the center of the shield wall, Rhodes shouted loudly. The Norscan warriors around him stacked their shields layer by layer, leaving gaps between the bucklers, and calmly observed the enemy's number and offensive.
They were united and united, and the blood of the barbarians surged in their bodies. "Get ready!" Rhodes shouted.
Stepping on the warm ground, the soldiers of the Blood Hand Mercenary Group rushed towards the Northern Allied Forces in the middle of the road. Most of the Northern soldiers had almost no resistance. After encountering the torrential bombardment of arrows and the flaming boulders,
After being crushed in turn, it was lucky to survive. Facing the mercenary group with high morale and ferocious beasts, they had already lost their fighting spirit.
The red tide quickly rushed down, dividing the long and narrow team into several pieces and gnawing at them, like a crazy ant colony, dividing and surrounding the unprepared black army, and then devoured it.
However, in this flood-like offensive, Rhodes's Norsca battle formation always stood firm, standing proudly like a solid black island in the vast red tide.
Countless mercenaries rushed forward, but sharp swords continued to thrust out from the irregular gaps in the shield wall. The bright swords were soon dyed red, mixed with the enemy's blood and internal organs.
These Norscan warriors have extremely calm faces. Thousands of trainings in daily life have resulted in insensitivity on the battlefield. Assassination and defense are like mechanized actions, repeated over and over again. The mercenaries piled under the Norscan shield wall
There are more and more corpses, gradually turning into hills.
At this time, from among the crowd of people, a giant bear carrying a burly berserker rushed out of the shield wall. With a beast-like roar, Rhodes called for the power of the God of Thunder.
The red sky was gradually covered by a group of dense dark clouds, and blue-purple lightning rolled and roared in the dense clouds. Except for the group of Norscan raiders under his command, everyone was stunned by the sight in front of them.
Lightning flashed everywhere in the majestic sky, accompanied by roaring thunder. A big hole was torn open in the dark sky, and thunder poured down, carrying the wrath of the God of Thunder, hitting the earth. The dazzling light made the soldiers on the battlefield helpless.
Looking directly, they all turned their heads and squinted their eyes to avoid this magnificent light of thunder and lightning.
After the loud roar, blood, flesh and dust flew across the scorched ground. The dozens of bloody mercenaries gathered around Rhodes were instantly blown away by the powerful lightning. Their torn bodies turned into pieces of flesh and blood and fell from the air.
Sprinkle down one after another!
The wrath of the thunder god was mixed with the wrath of the bear god. The giant bear Ursok carried Rhodes and charged with a roar, knocking away all the infantry along the way. The cavalry horses were frightened out of their wits and fled in all directions. The people turned on their backs and screamed in agony.
However, the battle continued. Terrifying blue lightning surrounded the Lord of Black Hammer Castle. Holding a thunder battle ax, Rhodes struck off one mercenary's head with one axe, and chopped off another mercenary's head.
On his arms, scarlet blood splashed in front of his eyes, and the fragile human soldiers were trampled under the giant bear's claws! And the electric light surrounding Rhodes' weapon was getting stronger every moment, and the tomahawk was thrown towards
Wherever, thunder and lightning flew everywhere, and flesh and blood flew everywhere...
Yeskovitch also followed Rhodes closely, roaring and rushing into the battlefield.
Esun Shaman roared and inserted the dark green vine stick into the ground, and knelt down piously. For a moment, the old shaman seemed to have got in touch with the surrounding natural spirits. Along the place where the stick was inserted into the ground, countless people
The cracks stretched out like spider webs. Between these cracks, green plants and vines grew wildly, binding all enemies along the way!
In everyone's horrified eyes, Yeskovi turned his hand into a fist. In an instant, all the green plants seemed to have responded to the old shaman's call and tightened their roots. The screams of countless soldiers echoed on the ground.
, their bodies were bound and squeezed by tough vines and green plants, and the vines dug deeply into their flesh, tearing apart their flesh and bones.
In less than a moment, hundreds of soldiers from the Blood Hand Mercenary Group surrounding the Norsca Shield Formation fell in disorder outside the shield wall. Their bodies were either crushed by vines or torn apart by the shrill lightning.
into pieces!
"What are you waiting for? Follow me and rush!"
The tragic scene stimulated the butcher's nerves. The dwarf butcher Bogul could no longer control his inner desire to fight. With a roar, he rushed out of the shield wall and pounced on the nearest mercenary soldier. Two small axes struck him from behind, hitting him hard.
The ax hit the bloody-hand mercenary, and the ax blade penetrated the armor and penetrated the internal organs, igniting the dwarf butcher's bloodthirsty desire to fight.
He stepped on the back of the dead mercenary, shouted, pulled out the battle ax from the mercenary's body, and rushed towards the next enemy.
The morale of the Norscan warriors in the entire position suddenly rose. "In the name of our ancestors, repel them all!" Riding on the back of the giant bear, Rhodes raised his arms and roared. The sound formed sound waves, echoing in the dense forest at sunset.
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"Attack formation!"
The situation has been reversed. In the team, the barbarian captain Celta roared loudly.
The originally tight Norscan shield wall suddenly spread out, forming a long snake attack formation and pounced on the panicked mercenaries.
Swords and battle axes, under the bloody setting sun, the roar of the Norscan raiders was like a mighty roar, sweeping across the entire position!
"Talinam, go to the back of the team and pass my message to other lords to meet here!"
"Lawrence, you go find Cohen. Ask him to give an order to everyone to defend in place, and say Lord Lawn of Blackhammer Castle will be here soon!"
"Go quickly!"
Riding on the back of a giant bear, Rhodes issued an order to two personal sergeants. At this moment, he could no longer care about who was the real legion commander, so it didn't matter if he was offside. If he took care of so many things, the Northern Alliance Army was about to be wiped out.
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The next second, riding a giant bear, Rhodes continued to charge along the forest path. The woods along the way passed quickly in the afterglow of the setting sun. Behind him, there were piles of corpses. In his ears, there was the chaotic sound of weapon strikes and the miserable screams of the soldiers.
The forest path became a land of blood, and an eagle soared over the forest path, accompanying Rhodes forward. And Rhodes seemed to have seen the sight of the eagle - on the forest path of fire and blood, countless north
The border soldiers were fighting against the bloodthirsty Blood Hand mercenaries. The long and winding road was filled with ant-like crowds everywhere.
On the side, Ersun Shaman Yeskovic has transformed into a cheetah and charges with the giant bear.
"When did he become so strong?"
On the battlefield where flesh and blood turned to mud, Varrel walked out of the crowd with a look of embarrassment, stood next to his daughter, and asked in horror.
However, Caroline was equally surprised...
"have no idea……"
she replied.
The ice crystals on my fingertips dripped quietly, and I could only hear the shouts of all the northern soldiers echoing behind me - "Rhode! Rhodes!"