In the cold wind and snow, Boris raised his sword and shouted.
However, no one responded to him, and around him were the Great Wall guards who were almost defenseless, and the fleeing rangers. Under the wild roars and massacres of the beastmen, even the bravest warriors lost their courage.
A young night watchman raised his sword and tried to resist, but was hit by the beastman's machete in the next second. With blood spurting out, half of his arm flew into the air and landed at Boris's feet.
There is no choice. Boris knows that at the moment, the morale of the Night Watch team has collapsed. In front of him, there are only two ways to choose. Either, rely on his excellent physical fitness and skillful combat skills to break out of the siege, but in this way
The consequence is that an entire army will die tragically here, and the possibility of escaping the pursuit of the beastmen is also very small. Because without horses, humans cannot escape the pursuit of these beasts at their speed.
The second option is to fight hard, find the beastman leader, and behead him. Only in this way can the entire beastman army be frightened. Without hesitation, Boris chose the second path. Everyone is mortal, and with his pain
It is better to die heartily than to live happily.
Grabbing the Night Watchman's ax that was left on the ground, Boris calmly struck out. In the cold wind, the tiny figure rushed left and right among the beasts... A sword pierced the heart of the inferior horned beast. Before he could pull out the long sword,
, his body turned over, and he slashed the head of another beastman with an axe. He stepped on the corpse, pulled out his iron sword, avoided the impact of a beastman, used the battle ax as a throwing weapon, and hit the beastman in the back.
Without a single frontal block, all relying on dodging, Boris roared and killed among the beasts. Blood rushed to his face, dyeing his fair face red and black. The smell of blood was everywhere in the air.
At this moment, he forgot his identity, his sweetheart Dennis who was far away in the world, the Great Wall fortress Black Crow Castle, and his glory and responsibility. At this moment, he was a war madman and a butcher. Killing again and again.
It will only make him more bloodthirsty, and wild power rises in his body.
A beastman rushed in blankly and was stunned. Boris hugged his neck and cut the beastman's throat like a chicken. Another beastman rushed up with a wooden stick, but was killed by Boris.
With a backhand, his head flew off.
The corpses of the beastmen continued to increase under his feet. Finally, a tall figure among the beasts caught Boris's attention.
The burly big-horned beast roared, making an unusually thick sound. Around him, lower-level horned beasts continued to surge up.
Without a single provocation or a roar, Boris just struck out coldly. Like a cold-blooded killer, he struck out flexibly, wandered around, and carved a bloody path through the herd.
Finally, the two leaders faced each other head-on.
Boris dodged the big horned beast's heavy ax sideways, and with a flexible dodge, he appeared behind the big horned beast, and the cold-blooded sword directly penetrated the big horned beast's unarmored calf.
The big horned beast roared angrily, turned around and slashed with a backhand. But it struck the air again, and the blood-stained battle ax drew a terrifying arc in the air. Blood droplets spattered on the battle ax, but it was not Boris's blood.
The moment before the tomahawk struck, Boris jumped away and dodged.
The beastman leader didn't give the human warrior a moment, and then roared and rushed at him. The battle ax blew up a whirlwind of death and passed over Boris's head, but it still failed to hit Boris even half a cent.
Seizing the time gap when the big horned beast attacked with all its strength and had no time to retract the battle ax, Boris calmly struck out, got under the big horned beast, aimed his sword at the armpit of the giant beast that was not wearing armor, and stabbed it in cruelly.
This sword severely cut open the muscles and blood vessels of the big horned beast's arm. The severe pain caused the left arm of the big horned beast leader to lose its fighting ability and blood flowed. However, one sword was not enough to kill him.
In a rage, the beastman leader still waved the jagged battle ax and whizzed towards him. The heavy battle ax whirred in the air.
Boris rolled away again, leaving deep cuts with the tomahawk on the mud. However, except for the scratch on his arm, Boris was still intact. Before the big horned beast could slow down, Boris struck again. The cold wind blew it into chaos.
His hair was cut off. In front of the burly Bighorn, Boris was small but nimble. He was erratic, causing the Bighorn to miss every attack, but he also gave his opponent a cold blow when the Bighorn neglected to defend.
sword.
Just like bloodletting, Boris, who looked forward to death, left dozens of wounds on the beastman leader one after another.
Each sword could not kill this burly beast, but dozens of swords combined were enough to make him fall in a pool of his own blood.
More beastmen rushed forward. Boris stepped on the back of the big horned beast, chopped off the huge head, held the bloody head in his hand, and roared loudly. The bad horned beasts that had just rushed in front of them
Suddenly I was shocked by this terrifying picture.
Holding his head in one hand and holding a battle ax in the other, Boris suddenly roared and rushed out. The beastmen who were about to attack him were frightened and fled in panic.
Some of the horned beasts that were too late to escape were killed by the red-eyed Boris, who held him down and slaughtered them. With the knife in his hand, the heads were separated from the beastmen one by one.
Ouch, ouch, ouch...
He heard the pitiful howling like wild dogs, and heard the sound of weapons falling one after another. It was the sound of beastmen fleeing. Behind him, there was the faint moaning of the remaining Night Watch brothers.
Boris stood there, panting. He took a look at his body, which was covered with dirty blood, and his hands were also stained with the dirty blood of beastmen. The blade of the battle ax was even stained with white,
Red, green liquid... those were the chopped internal organs of the enemy, mixed with blood...
The killing stopped, but those annoying things in his mind invaded again. He thought of Dennis again, thought of his father, and thought of his comrades who were still waiting for his return on the Great Wall.
All this is his real nightmare...
In the snowstorm at dawn, Boris stopped and breathed in the cold northern air. Finally, he made a decision that surprised everyone——
"Brothers, take the wounded with you and retreat to the Great Wall. I will destroy the Ten Thousand Demonic Rocks."
His voice was so calm, so calm that it was intimidating.
"Wait, Boris, how are you going? Are you going alone?"
Fatty Stupid Cow asked with a surprised look on his face.
"Well, myself."
Boris returned coldly. After speaking, he tore off a rag, wrapped the wound on his hand, and walked step by step deeper into the forest, leaving behind the night watch survivors who looked confused.