Boris, who was pinned down by the big horned beast, asked with difficulty.
Just as the girl was about to answer, a low-horned beast rushed up from behind. The girl god reacted by turning around with one foot as the axis, and plunged the blood-stained dagger into the head of the beast man who was charging forward.
in the throat.
The beastman fell to the snow with a puff, his hands covering his broken throat, but blood quickly poured out, dyeing the snow beneath him dark red.
Boris, who had just been pulled out from under the big horned beast, quickly lost the chance to ask. The fighting around him was completely chaotic. The Ugor cavalry were still on horseback, the tribal cavalry had dismounted, and the furious beasts.
People were fighting together.
There were shouts of death, screams, and roars all around.
In the wind and snow, a grinning low-horned beast rushed from the snow and fog. Boris swung his battle ax and faced the enemy sideways. The moment the low-horned beast roared and rushed towards him, Boris dodged sideways, and the tomahawk in his hand followed the attack.
It turned a sad arc in the air.
The battle ax blade cruelly cut open the beastman's abdomen in the air, and large pieces of intestine-like internal organs flowed out from the beastman's cut abdomen.
Another inferior horned beast was about to run away when he saw this. Boris grabbed the battle ax and chopped one of the inferior horned beasts on the shoulder. A scream came out. The inferior horned beast that had no time to escape was dragged back by Boris.
The battle ax hooked the beast man's shoulder, pulling out a deep bloody gash in his shoulder, and he fell to the ground.
The beastman screamed and struggled, trying to get up from the ground, but Boris did not give it this chance. Instead, he pulled out the battle ax hooked on the beastman's shoulder, threw it into the air, and caught it with his dominant right hand.
The ax handle was smashed into the beastman's head, which was facing upwards. There was a sound of bones cracking, and the inferior horn beast was turned into a puddle of bloody rotten flesh under the barbarian Boris's axe.
The bloody battle continued for who knows how long. When the battle came to an end, Boris looked around and found that the entire snowfield was covered with corpses. Most of them were beastmen, and a few were human beings.
The human girl who rescued him earlier was surrounded by a group of Ugor cavalry. They lifted her over their shoulders and threw her into the air, loudly celebrating this bloody victory. It was as if the whole world had nothing to do with Boris, an outsider.
.Although, it looks like he killed the most Beastmen...
"Clean the battlefield and burn all these corpses!"
The great chief in the distance spoke.
This is a necessary measure to prevent more beastmen from following the fishy smell.
"Where are we going next?"
While the tribal cavalry was collecting the corpses, Boris asked curiously.
He was wearing a fur cape, simple hard leather armor, and a thick beard. At first glance, he looked no different from these tribal cavalry. But everyone knew that he was just an outsider, a troublesome outsider.
"Nonsense, of course we have to go to the south, where there are pastures to spend the winter."
A Ugor rider answered impatiently.
"no!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Boris stopped him sternly.
Surprised by the scene before them, the surrounding tribal warriors dropped what they were doing and looked at Boris and this outsider who was incompatible with them.
"This group of beastmen came from the south. Those who just killed us are just a group of advance troops. It can be seen from their weapons and equipment that a considerable number of the inferior horns do not even have a weapon. They use their teeth and sharpeners to
The Claws are fighting. The real army of beastmen must still be behind, approaching us."
Boris continued. His voice was stern and sincere. It was full of the firmness and majesty of a leader. However, here, he is not the cavalry commander of the Kislev Snow Eagle Legion, nor the guard captain of the Great Wall Guard, nor anything else.
A nobleman, he is just a fugitive, a fugitive who does not hesitate to abandon his honor in order to survive.
"Hmph, what qualifications do you have to question the chief's order? You coward."
A tribesman taunted.
"Coward! Bastard! It's you who led these beasts here, to us!"
Another tribe rider shouted loudly.
"Yes! He is the disaster star! Burn him to death! Hang him!"
More and more tribal cavalry responded. The dissatisfaction of the comrades who had just died found an outlet on Boris. A group of rough tribal warriors even approached Boris, pushing and beating him.
Boris could only protect his head and try his best to protect himself from being kicked down.
"stop!"
In the chaos, a crisp female voice broke through the noisy fighting.
Boris looked embarrassed and looked up. It was the girl who had saved him on the battlefield just now.
The girl was very respected by other tribe members. She tied the dagger to her waist and stood in front of Boris covered in blood. Like other tribe warriors, she had no time to clean the blood stains on her body.
"What are you doing?"
The girl shouted in a sharp voice. The surroundings fell silent for a moment.
She has a belt made of soft gold, and the buckle of the cloak is clearly printed with the image of a giant bear, and the buckle seems to be made of extremely precious thorium. Boris guessed that it is a symbol of identity and status.
…
"Boris is right, the beastmen will come after us."
The girl spoke up.
As for how she knew the reason for the fight, Boris guessed that she asked the surrounding tribal riders when she just arrived.
The atmosphere was awkward and silent. The dissatisfaction of the clan members could be seen in their eyes, and the girl's status made them dare not speak out.
"He is a foreigner, and he is the one who led the beastmen here!"
The cavalry captain couldn't help but argue. His navy blue face was full of contempt and dissatisfaction with foreigners. Boris clearly saw that look, which he had never encountered in the Kislev aristocratic circle before.
So far, he had never encountered it in the regular army of Kislev, and later, after being forced to exile on the Great Wall, he encountered it. Later, he got used to it, and even became numb... Otherwise, the arrogant bloodline brought about
The spirit of family glory will make it impossible for him to survive.
"Without him, the beastmen would still come! The Great Wall is there. Those beasts can't cross that huge wall and can't go south. This is the fundamental reason why they are chasing us!"
The girl said loudly.
Looking at the bright black eyes of the girl, Boris suddenly remembered that he had met her when he first came to the tribe. At that time, she was outside the camp of the tribe chief, and she also told him that she
What's his name?...
Lilia...oh...yes, that's her name.
Boris remembered.
"Lilia is right. The reason why the beastmen are chasing after them is not because of this foreigner, but because of the huge wall. Those weak and timid southerners built a high wall to block the beasts, so they came
Looking for us."
A powerful voice came from behind the girl, and the crowd suddenly became quieter. Boris looked and saw the figure of the great chief.
Against the light of the setting sun, the chief's rugged face was a little blurry, but this did not prevent Boris from identifying him. A circle of skull heads hung on his thick belt, some of which did not look human at all. At the same time,
He wears a thick bearskin cloak behind him, which is an absolute symbol of status. Even in Kislev, bearskin cloaks are extremely rare. The elite troops in the regular army - the Knights of the Sons of Esun
, they are all composed of bear knights, and none of them has a bearskin cloak. Let alone this barbaric tribe outside the Great Wall.
"It's just you, Boris Borka."
The chief pointed at Boris and continued -
"You made them catch up with us faster. Your escape and your cowardice helped these bloodthirsty beasts find their route faster."
Boris felt gloomy in his heart, and he had already prepared for the worst. However, the next second, the chief's words relieved his tense nerves again.
"But I won't execute you. The war is coming. One more warrior will bring more strength. We will soon face the main force of the beastmen. I don't want to see any attrition in my tribe before then.
situation occurs.”
The chief spoke calmly word by word. There was silence all around. Everyone seemed to understand one thing - no matter how much they hate this foreigner, he is now a member of the tribe.
Boris looked up again and saw a knowing smile on the serious face of the tribal girl Lilia. Although it was very small, Boris still caught it keenly. He didn't know what to do, so he just told her silently in his heart