The strong wind mixed with flying snow whipped Boris on the face. He felt tired, anxious, and lost.
Since returning to the tribe, Boris felt that his status was not as good as before. When he was rescued back to the base camp by Ugor scouts for the first time, the expressions of adoration among the men, women, and children of the tribe were beyond words.
But now, this time the "barbarians" only have indifference and even a hint of contempt in their eyes. Indeed, there are two different concepts between being injured and being rescued after a bloody battle, and being a coward after being defeated. The former is a warrior admired by everyone, and the latter is a subordinate.
A coward who runs away with his tail.
But so what? Boris never paid attention to the looks of these barbarians.
I'm just staying here temporarily. As long as I have the chance, I will go back! I will go back to Kislev, the Great Wall, and Black Crow Castle. That is my destination. This is just a temporary stop.
It’s just a place - Boris said to himself.
The tribe was walking in the vast snowfield under the leadership of the chief. It should be said to be a migration. Autumn is coming soon. Autumn outside the Great Wall is no better than south of the Great Wall. In the vast troll wilderness, autumn means winter. There is no obvious
The boundary between autumn and winter. The trees are almost always white throughout the year. Only experienced hunters can judge the change of seasons through various signs of animals.
As a nomadic tribe, this is very important. Horses are their main fighting tool and food source, and horses need pasture, so as the seasons change, finding the remaining pasture in the north becomes the top priority for the tribe's survival.
They were walking in the wind and snow. Such wind and snow was nothing to the tribe, but for Boris, who grew up south of the Great Wall, it was an arduous challenge. It might be okay for a day or two, but in the long run, it would be a difficult challenge.
Two months of wind and frost corrosion are enough to crush a person's body and will.
Boris remembered that a few years ago, when he was still a great noble of Kislev, he had applied to Lord Rhodes to go to the north to see the great Great Wall and the scene north of the Great Wall. Now it seems that that
I was really naive at that time. The Great Wall was the boundary between life and death. To the north of the huge wall, life could not survive, or lived in a deformed way. Only south of the Great Wall was the place where humans should stay. That was the right place.
The last territory where humans live. The pace of human expansion should stop here. Going further north is meaningless. Even if we conquer those brutal and bloodthirsty Norscans, people in the civilized world will not be able to stay in that place for a long time.
Live and survive.
The wind and snow are still raging, and the earth seems to be covered with a snow-white carpet, boundlessly shrouded in fine snow and strong wind.
Suddenly, Boris heard the serious warning sound from the surrounding Ugor cavalry——
"Enemy! Enemy!"
The Ugor cavalryman exclaimed.
Boris was standing in the distance, but could not see any movement. Maybe it was because he was not as high as the rider on the horse and could not see anything strange? Or maybe he was not born and raised here, and his sensitivity to danger was far less than these.
A rider who grew up on a horse?
Without waiting for Boris to answer his doubts, more and more cavalry came from behind the team and gathered around the chief. The herdsmen continued to move forward, guarded by a small number of cavalry.
"Let's intercept this group of wild beasts and let the herdsmen go first!"
Vaguely, Boris heard the great chief's orders that flickered in and out. The sound of wind and snow quickly drowned out these words.
Following the direction of the cavalry's running, Boris also ran towards the chief.
"Boris, mount up!"
There was a crisp female voice behind him. Boris turned around and saw a somewhat familiar face, but he couldn't remember the other person's name.
Before Boris could think more, the girl jumped on horseback and rushed to Boris. In panic, Boris could only grab the girl's hand, jump on the horse, and sit in a narrow position behind the girl.
"what is that?"
Boris asked in surprise.
"Beastman."
The girl gritted her teeth and said.
"scare!"
There was a burst of primitive shouts, the whip was whipped on the horse's butt, and the war horse neighed and rushed out like an arrow from the string.
Boris suddenly felt a little unsteady and subconsciously hugged the girl's waist and sprinted out with the horse.
At this time, he saw clearly the group of enemies appearing on the horizon in the distance.
On the horizon shrouded by wind and snow, a wall of flying snow suddenly appeared. It was the flying snow raised by countless beastmen running.
"let me!"
With that said, Boris was about to take over the reins.
But the girl wouldn’t let her——
"Women of Ugor are also warriors!"
As he said this, he held on to the reins tightly and didn't let go.
Boris could only let go of the hands that were grabbing the rope and took out the sharp snow-edged battle ax from his waist. It was what he picked out from the arsenal after returning to the tribe.
I didn't expect that it would be used in just a few days.
The horses charged faster and faster, and Boris knew that this was the acceleration before the charge. A cavalry charge does not mean running at high speed throughout, but a process of starting, accelerating, going full speed, and finally impacting.
A hundred meters away, Boris clearly saw the enemy mentioned by the Ugor cavalry.
Those ugly beastmen, the big horned beasts, took the lead in charging, followed by a large number of inferior horned beasts. At the front were two burly tauren warriors, even taller than the cavalry.
Boris is very familiar with them. In his nearly twenty years of military career, he has encountered beastmen countless times.
He grasped the battle ax tightly, put one hand around the girl's waist, and was ready for battle. There was no way, the female rider would not let him control the horse, and there was a danger of falling off the horse at any time without the help of external force.
Overhead, there was the sound of flying arrows.
Ugor light cavalry, the most powerful light cavalry in the north of Kislev. This is not a deserved reputation. Although Boris looks down on these barbarians, he has to admit that their fighting skills on horseback are better than many in Kislev.
The regular army came with great force.
A wave of arrows came down, and the horned beasts at the front were hit by arrows and fell to the ground, while the two huge tauren were also stabbed with sporadic arrows.
"Blindfolded!"
The female rider gives instructions.
In an instant, the tribal cavalry in the front row pulled off the rags on their bodies and surrounded the horses' eyes directly.
Huffing and puffing, unable to see any obstacles and losing their awareness of avoidance, the horses all rushed excitedly.
Before Boris could be surprised who the girl in front of him was, the tribal cavalry had already faced off against the beastmen.
The spear pierced the rough leather body of the beast man, and the scimitar chopped off the arm and head without armor. In an instant, snow dust and blood mist flew, which was the blood of the beast man and the human cavalry, and the flying snow was a huge impact.
generated by force.
Boris felt a rush, and the strong force of the impact seemed to hit a huge wall, and he could no longer move forward. The hand that hugged the girl's waist instantly let go, and the strong recoil knocked Boris away instantly.
The war horse neighed and plunged into the snow. In front of it, a bloodthirsty and manic big horned beast was roaring and killing.
The serrated blood blade was like the fangs of a demon, and it struck the girl who also fell from her horse. But in an instant, the girl twisted her body and nimbly dodged the fierce blow.
"careful!"
Taking advantage of the failure of the big horned beast's attack, Boris suddenly swung his battle ax and rushed forward.
He used strength beyond the reach of humans to deflect the second attack of the big horned beast. The rough serrated sword struck Boris's battle axe, making a loud and dull sound.
The girl climbed up, took out the dagger from her waist, and flexibly moved back behind the big horned beast.
"Come on, bastard!"
Boris roared and quickly launched a counterattack. The battle ax rained down on the beastmen.
One axe, two axes, the big horned beast that had been bloodthirsty and manic just now was like fish on a chopping board, being slashed with blood by the human in front of him who was even more violent than him.
In severe pain, the big horned beast roared and threw away its weapon, grabbing the annoying little man in front of it. It knocked down Boris roughly and savagely, threw away all tools, and opened its bloody mouth directly to bite the human warrior in front of it.
Face.
However, before the beastman's sharp fangs could bite down, two shining silver daggers pierced the back of its neck from behind. The severe pain made the big horned beast roar and raise its heavy head. And those two daggers pierced it into the back of its neck.
The dagger did not stop its assassination speed at all.
Almost at a speed that could not be traced by the naked eye, the dagger stabbed crazily on the back of the beastman's neck. Like squeezing a sponge, warm blood spurted out from the back of the big horned beast's neck. In less than a moment, the beast's size was full.
The male war-horsed big horned beast fell to the ground with a mournful roar.
The girl then stretched out her hands, soaked red with blood, towards Boris, who was pressed by the big horned beast...