"At least three hundred beastmen, this is a herd! My lord."
The Norscan warrior Celta next to him shouted. He had already gripped his spear and shield and was ready for a desperate fight. Norscans are not afraid of death, even in the face of an enemy a hundred times more powerful than themselves.
Not afraid. For them, a glorious death on the battlefield is much better than a natural death of old age in bed.
However, Rhodes did not want a meaningless sacrifice.
"There are too many beastmen."
He whispered.
"Are we going to retreat?"
Setar turned his head and asked in surprise.
"Yes, retreat. Find a narrow spot and kill them again!"
Rhodes immediately ordered. Surrounded on all sides, no matter how powerful the Norscans were, they would be at an extremely disadvantageous situation because they might have to face three to four enemies at the same time in the open area. The number of beastmen was theirs.
Several times more, no matter how powerful the Norscan raiders' combat skills and strength are, they can't sustain it...
Despite their reluctance, Celta and a group of Norse warriors obeyed their leader's orders. After throwing several hunting spears, they began to break through under the leadership of Rhodes.
"In the name of Esun, follow me and rush out!"
In the dancing firelight, Rhodes shouted slogans and charged with his sword. He knocked away a hornless beast, and the sharp sword blade slashed across the abdomen of another beastman.
Amid the screams, blood sausage flowed out from the beastman's abdomen...
The Norscan warrior who followed kicked the dying beastman down.
But at the same time, more beastmen also gathered around, and some of them had already recognized Rhodes. During the evil moon last winter, the beastmen besieged Blackhammer Castle. Many beastmen died under the city wall, but some
They escaped. The number of these beastmen was too small and they could not survive in the south, so they had to return to the northern forest. At this moment, old and new hatreds were intertwined. Their hatred for Rhodes exceeded their hatred for all races.
.
"Ho...go to hell!"
A beastman holding a double-edged ax rushed towards him. His body was very large and strong, and he was taller than Rhodes.
The face covered with abscesses and scars looked extremely disgusting, and the deformed horns stretched out upside down. With a wild roar, the beastman slashed at Rhodes with a rough and rusty battle ax.
Bang...
Rhodes raised his sword to fight back, and the two thick weapons collided in the air, creating sparks. However, after this blow, the gap in strength became obvious. Compared to the battle at Blackhammer Castle last winter,
Rhodes' combat power has been greatly enhanced. He has been trained with swords and had his bones broken by wild beasts, making him even more powerful.
After being repelled by the Lord of Blackhammer Castle with a sword, the Beastman tried to attack again, but Rhodes took the lead, took a big step forward, and instantly moved in front of the Beastman. Before the opponent's battle ax could be recovered, Rhodes
De roared, and used his right hand holding the sword hard. The tip of the sword penetrated the beastman's jaw and came out from the back of the head! Blood splashed out of the beastman's veins like a hot spring.
On the other side, a hornless beast rushed towards the people next to Rhodes. However, Celta grabbed his shoulders, and his hands violently broke the neck of the hornless beast... only to hear a burst of bone brittleness.
There was a cracking sound, and the hornless beast man instantly lost his strength and collapsed to the ground.
But even if they could gain a local advantage, Rhodes still asked all his men to break out. They were not ten or twenty, but hundreds of them. This size was enough to threaten the security of the Kingdom of Kislev.
Damn it, we have to face this kind of force size that only the regular army has to face every time. Where are the official people? Rhodes cursed in his heart.
Despite dissatisfaction, the fight will continue.
Soon, under the violent killing of a group of Norscan warriors, Rhodes led them to open a gap. Following this gap, the Norscans ran wildly.
At this time, Rhodes realized that what he had just seen was only a small part of this group of beastmen, and more beastmen were on the periphery. Behind the swaying tree shadows, there were all bloodthirsty and crazy beastmen, although most of them were helpless.
Horned beasts, or some newly mutated beasts, but the number is surprising. With such a scale, Rhodes is sure that this must be a revenge action of the beastmen. The Norscan raiders swept the forest and killed
Some of the beastmen were killed and their food was taken away from them. Now, this group of beastmen came to take revenge.
Hundreds of heads...
Rhodes could be sure that there were at least four to five hundred of them. Those weak hornless beasts kept popping up in front of them, trying to stop the human army from breaking through. However, they were all killed by the Norscans, leaving behind them along the way.
The corpses of more than a dozen hornless beasts were found. But even though there were casualties, the beastmen still chased the human team crazily. The grass and leaves were rustled, and underneath the forest, a huge herd of beasts was chasing them.
A human hunting team of less than a hundred people, although it is not an ordinary hunting team...
The number of beastmen dying under the swords of the Norscans continued to increase, but Rhodes knew that the most threatening horned beasts and minotaurs were still behind, and they were still pursuing them.
It started to rain lightly in the sky, and dark clouds covered the moon.
Human eyesight is not good at night, and the Norscan raiders kept running one after another. Fortunately, there was still the light of the torches, which prevented them from losing their sight.
Finally, under the leadership of Rhodes, they broke out of the dense forest and came to a relatively open flat land. There were no trees blocking the area, and they could clearly see the direction in which the beastmen were coming.
It would be nice if there were narrow passages or city walls... Rhodes thought in his mind. But this is not a city, and there is no way to fight in the streets. The soldiers are panting, there is no high ground, and there is no so-called favorable terrain. There is no other way but to fight with all their might.
Rhodes immediately ordered the Norscans around him to stand in a circle, with all warriors wearing shields standing in the outer circle, and all those holding spears and swords standing in the inner circle, forming a temporary hedgehog formation. This is
The only way to deal with the herd right now.
Without professional training, the excellent military quality of the Norscan Raiders still allowed them to form a formation immediately, even though the formation seemed so irregular and illegal... Rhodes' request was to persist.
The shielders stood on the outside, but the final shield wall was formed so that only one person stood outside...with or without shields, all crowded together. Anyway, just stand in a circle. Brother's shoulders are my shields. This is
Norscan beliefs...
As soon as the hedgehog formation was completed, a large number of beastmen rushed out of the dense forest...