Under the bloody setting sun, Rhodes roared and charged with his sword. He slashed the enemy in front of him with a two-handed sword nearly as tall as a person, and flesh and blood spurted out from the body that was cut in half.
The three hundred Norscan warriors behind him were equally bloodthirsty and charged. The enemy had fallen into a trap. They had no formation at all. Those in front fled with their lives, and those behind were squeezed back by those in front, triggering a local massacre.
Chaos and stampede.
Taking advantage of the enemy's chaos, Rhodes led this elite force directly into the heart of the enemy.
"Fight! Brothers, kill them all! Leave no one behind!"
Rushing at the front, Rhodes roared with blood as his sword tore apart the enemy's flesh and blood again and again, drawing deadly arcs in the blood-colored air.
"Roar……"
With a wild roar, the cold iron giant sword thrust out across the air, piercing the heart of the Norscan warrior in front of him. Then, Rhodes stepped forward, stepped on the enemy's chest, and cruelly pulled out the blood-stained sword.
When another Norscan warrior was about to rush in front of him, he swung out his sharp two-handed giant sword and chopped off the opponent's head.
Scarlet blood spurted out from the headless body. Before the corpse fell, he retracted his long sword. When the third enemy rushed up, he slashed with the giant sword from top to bottom. The enemy raised his hand.
However, in the face of the violent power of Lord Black Hammer, the shield and helmet still seemed so fragile. Rhodes split his round shield with a sword, and at the same time, the big sword split the Norscan warrior in front of him.
Helmet, black and red blood dripped from the top of the head.
Behind him, the dwarf butcher Bogul was killing with the same bloodthirsty. His battle ax was like two meat grinders, dancing wildly in the crowd. First, he split the sole of a Norscan hunter's foot with one axe, and then another axe.
After cutting off his calf, blood dripped from the broken leg, the butcher stepped on the dead Norscan, and with another last strike, split the opponent's head open.
A desperate direwolf rushed towards Bogur. From the ground, they were almost the same height. The direwolf was very fast, but Bogur was more powerful. Facing the direction of the beast, the butcher tightened his grip on his battle ax.
, the moment before the direwolf pounced, he bent his calves and lowered his body's center of gravity. At the same time, he used both hands to slam the tomahawk into its body.
The huge direwolf jumped into the air, but fell into the air. At the same time, the dwarf butcher appeared under him and cut open his belly with an ax from below. Blood and intestines immediately spilled out from the direwolf's belly.
, Bogul was almost drowned in the blood of the beast, however, he liked this taste, this is the taste of killing! This is the destination of the butcher!
"Come on, beasts!"
Standing up from the ground, the Butcher roared again and killed the next enemy.
On the ground, there were people fighting in bloody battles. Above their heads, the arrows from the Black Hammer Alliance forces were still raining down wave after wave on the enemy.
The sun was setting, and the forest paths were filled with enemy corpses. In less than ten minutes, at least seven or eight hundred northern Norscan raiders had fallen under the blades of the Black Hammer Alliance forces.
However, the one-sided massacre was quickly stopped. Under the leadership of the chief of the Norse tribe, these barbarians from the north stabilized their foothold.
Even if they were perfectly ambushed and caught in a trap, the number of tribal warriors was still twice that of Rhodes. The Norscans were not ratmen and goblins. Even when they were in danger, as long as they were led by a leader, they would
You won't retreat so cowardly.
Soon, these predator warriors from the north began to counterattack.
They stepped on the corpses of their companions and continued to attack the defense line of the Blackhammer Castle alliance. From around the forest trail to the small hillside on one side, there were densely packed Norscans. As Rhode expected, the right side of the road
The swamp was impassable, so everyone concentrated on the road and the left side of the road to fight. They held their shields high and attacked the high ground again and again.
The Allied Forces of Fort Blackhammer on the high ground fought back hard. The soldiers pushed stones and logs down the slope to prevent the Norscans from climbing up and attacking the high ground. The crushed Norscan soldiers were everywhere, and some were crushed.
Some of the arms and thighs had their heads crushed, and their brains and blood flowed all over the floor. Others had their whole bodies flattened, leaving only a pool of bloody red flesh on the ground...
However, this still could not stop the desperate charge of these Norscans.
On the high ground, the chief knight Virgil ordered the archers to shoot freely. The skinned werewolves had already begun to enter the battlefield. When the ambush began, these "special troops" of the Norse tribe fell behind and were not slaughtered. Now,
The tribe had gained a foothold under the leadership of Chief Asabar. In order to break through the defense line, the chief ordered all troops who had not participated in the battle to join the battle.
The horror of the skinned wolf is no longer its fangs and claws, but its bloody appearance. The reason why these werewolves are called skinned wolves is because these bloodthirsty werewolves will peel off the human skin after killing humans.
, worn on the body as leather armor. This is the origin of the skinned wolf.
At this moment, these wild werewolves were about to rush onto the high ground. They were covered in layers of human skin, with red blood shining in their eyes. They roared like evil ghosts from hell.
Knight Virgil had to form a second line of defense with his soldiers to resist the Norse troops' charge on the high ground. According to the arrangement of Lord Lord Rhodes before the war, this high ground is very important and will determine the trend of the entire battle. Cold weapons
In this era, fighting relies on both strength and physical strength. Attacking from above consumes a lot of physical strength. No matter which general knows this,
"Fight to the end!"
The chief knight Virgil roared, then waved his sword and chopped off the head of a skinned wolf.
The guards of Blackhammer Castle behind him gathered into a single row of shield walls to resist the other werewolves and Norscan wildlings rushing up.
The bloody battle unfolded in the forest. From the forest trails to the highlands, from the edge of the swamp to around the traps. The plan could never keep up with the changes. In the original plan, when the trap was triggered, the enemy's position would be in chaos, and then the coach would lead the main elite to rush in, triggering
A series of defeats of the Norse army. But the reality is that their numbers are too many. After killing hundreds of people, these barbarians did not collapse. On the contrary, Norse, who did not want to lose the battle like this,
Chief Ka launched a counterattack. This is an entire tribe. If he loses, his tribe will perish. Therefore, if he does not fight, he will perish. He can only fight to the death.
The castle guard next to Knight Virgil was knocked down by the bloodthirsty werewolf. The soldier screamed and tried to kick the werewolf away from him, but within a short time, his whole body was bitten into pulp...
Drops of blood dripped from the tips of the skinned wolf's teeth. Just as he was about to attack the next target, a crossbow arrow was fired from the front, directly into his eye socket.
Virgil was unable to protect himself. He used his shield to knock away a skinned werewolf, but was targeted by another Norscan warrior. The bloody battle ax was waving wildly, constantly hitting the knight's kite shield, making a crisp sound of metal collision.
After being attacked repeatedly, Virgil fell back. When the Norscans rushed forward, the long sword stabbed out coldly, and pierced the enemy's abdomen with one sword.
He tried to knock the enemy down, but the ferocious werewolf immediately bit his calf and dragged him to the ground. Just when the skinned wolf was about to bite, a cold spear pierced its body.
Frost Witch Caroline supported him from behind. Under her leadership, Heidelberg soldiers tenaciously supported the defense line.
"Cover me and give me time to cast the spell!"
Caroline's hands were stained with blood and her face was stained with blood. She shouted to Virgil. Although the knight was injured, he was still the captain and the commander. Only his orders could make the troops regroup.
"Brothers, gather together and protect the witches!"
He shouted loudly, stood up with difficulty, and came face to face with a Norsca cavalry, wearing rough and broken fur coats, simple spears and spears. He glared at the charge ahead, but before he could rush over, he was struck by the iron ring city.
The halberdier stabbed the horse's back with his sword, and the horse neighed and galloped past the knight.
Under the dangerous situation, the troops continued to gather. They had no choice. If the Norscan Bloodspear tribe was allowed to capture the high ground, the battle would be over.
A dozen shield-bearing infantry tightly surrounded the Frost Witch to protect her. As the magic spells began to be chanted, the temperature around Caroline suddenly dropped, and the white frost gathered around her at a speed visible to the naked eye. She
His eyes turned into transparent blue, and the magical energy continued to increase.
Soon, a huge cloud of ice appeared in the blood-red sky. The clouds were spinning like a whirlpool of sea water, and countless sharp hailstones gathered in the clouds. It was the hailstorm spell of the Frost Witch.
The next second, a big hole was torn open in the sky, and a large amount of broken ice fell to the ground at an alarming speed. It was like an avalanche, heading straight towards the Blood Spear Tribe who was attacking the highlands...