Countless hailstones the size of fists roared and hit the ground, creating extremely destructive ice storms in local areas. Dozens of werewolves and Blood Spear tribe warriors were hit by these ice stones, causing them to bleed on the spot. Some were injured by the ice stones.
Their heads were smashed, their brains splattered on the spot, and blood flowed; some were hit on the body and fell to the ground. Others were pressed to the ground by huge ice blocks on the spot, and their bodies turned into a pool of bloody flesh.
Serum; the infantry screamed, the horses fled in all directions, the cavalry knocked away their own people in panic and trampled them into a pulp...
At the edge of the ice storm, the ice rocks shattered after falling to the ground, and the resulting ice shards were like cold shrapnel, shot into the bodies of the Norse warriors. The entire slope in front of the highland was a bloody mess...
On the high ground, the soldiers of the Blackhammer Castle alliance tapped their shields with their long swords, cheering for the success of the Frost Witch's spell attack.
However, the battle was not over yet. Behind the bloody land, the warriors of the Norse tribe let out even more savage roars. The blood and death stimulated their bloody nature, their bodies swelled slightly, and their eyes turned into bloodthirsty
Bloody red, they launched a more brutal attack towards the highlands occupied by the coalition forces.
Tribal Chief Asabar personally led the charge. His battle ax danced wildly in the air. He chopped off the head of a Heidelberg soldier and then slashed at another Iron Ring City infantryman. Even though the Iron Ring City infantry were wearing mail armor, they used
The shield blocked it, but the chief's battle ax still penetrated the shield and chopped his arm into two pieces.
The direwolf next to Asabaal jumped up high, roared and pounced on the Blackhammer Fort guards behind the chief. The powerful force left the Blackhammer Fort soldiers unable to fight back, and they only heard the sound of cracking bones.
The chieftain's direwolf removed the guard's entire arm.
The blood stained the face of the direwolf. Soon, the bloodthirsty direwolf pounced on another Blackhammer Fort guard who was fighting a tribal warrior. His sharp fangs bit the soldier's throat and pulled hard.
The blood vessel was torn open, and blood instantly poured out from the torn wound, filling the soldier's mouth.
Countless miserable screams echoed in the forest.
"Lord, the high ground cannot be defended!"
While they were fighting in a bloody battle, the guard beside him pointed to the forest high ground not far away and shouted to Rhodes.
Looking in the direction pointed by the guard, Rhodes saw that the entire highland was filled with dense crowds. Apparently, the remaining Norscans were heading toward the forest highlands in an organized manner under a powerful force.
Pounce.
Although nearly a third of the soldiers were killed in an ambush before, the entire Norscan tribe's army still maintained tenacious combat effectiveness. They are believers of Khorne... Killing is their top priority...
"Brothers, gather together! In the name of Esun, follow me and charge!"
While he still had the strength to fight back, Rhodes shouted loudly.
Around them, more and more Norscan warriors began to gather towards their lord. Under the last sunset, Rhodes and White Bear launched an attack towards the place where the Blood Spear tribe warriors were densest.
With anger, the white bear rampaged all the way. He came from the harshest troll mountain range and had noble blood and powerful strength. Piles of tribal warriors were knocked away by the bear spirit, just like a small group of cavalry charging, setting off
Flying infantry along the way.
Compared with the direwolves of those tribes, the fighting style of the white bear is more rough and bloody. His strong body knocks down the enemy and then directly steps on it. With extraordinary strength, the white bear Ursok crushes the fallen tribal warrior with one claw.
When the charge stopped, five or six Norscan infantry pounced on his body at the same time. They roared and tried to assassinate the white bear. However, with a wild roar, the king of the white bear pushed away all the enemies on his back.
As a human infantryman, he first smashed the face of the soldier in front of him with one claw, then roared and bit out the throat of another tribal soldier, then bit the third soldier's thigh and threw it violently. Blood and water surged in the air.
, and its own hair also changed from snow-white to black and red blood...
Next to him was Lord Rhodes of Blackhammer Castle, whose blood-stained shirt was blood-stained.
The huge two-handed sword was stained with the enemy's blood. It cut down again and again, and pulled out the enemy's body again and again. The broken body and legs and arms flew in front of Rhodes' eyes. He waved his fist and knocked down a Norscan tribesman.
The warrior then inserted the sword into his body, letting the warm blood flow on the ground.
The bloody sunset cast its afterglow onto the ground, and among the trees were all swaying figures. Before another tribe warrior rushed up, Rhodes pulled out a huge two-handed sword, then grabbed the blade with both hands, and the bloody sword danced in the air.
A fatal arc was created, cutting the oncoming tribal warrior in half!
Blood and viscera were sprinkled on the face...
Up and down the highlands, people were moving, and the white bear and the direwolf were fighting each other head on. The brave Norscan direwolf bit the white bear's neck with its mouth. However, Ursock's thick fur was not afraid of the fight, and in a wild burst
Amidst the roaring sound, the giant bear Ursock angrily threw the direwolf of the Norscan chieftain away, roaring like the king of beasts. Before the direwolf could regain its footing, the white giant bear Ursock pounced again, violently
The direwolf was almost helpless against the power.
In front of the bleeding direwolf, the white bear stood up. Its huge height was absolutely crushing even among a group of Norscans. The direwolf Frostfang leaned down and roared. The moment the white bear pounced down, he jumped up with both ends.
The beasts fought fiercely in the air.
Frostfang has extremely rich combat and hunting experience, but in the face of absolute power, any skills are in vain. Just a overwhelming pounce of the white bear, the chief's ice field wolf - Frostfang was directly suppressed under him. The giant bear
Immediately, his sharp claws clapped, and a miserable wolf howl came. Rhodes' spirit bear companion, Ursok, directly beat the Norscan chief's direwolf into a pulp...
"Beast! I'm going to kill you!"
After losing his direwolf that had been with him for many years, Chief Asabal was furious. He roared hysterically and threw himself in the direction of the white bear Ursok.
However, at the moment when he was about to kill the white bear, a huge two-handed iron sword blocked the chief's ax blade. Lord Blackhammer finally reached the ground of the highland, and fought with the defenders on the highland against the remaining Norscan army.
Pincer attack.
"King of White Bear, you finally appeared."
Chief Asabal roared in challenge, and he used all his strength to push the ax blade towards Rhodes.
However, after experiencing the Manticore Battle and the Spirit Bear Trial, Rhodes' strength has exceeded that of a normal person, and with the blessing of the bear god Ersun. Under the pressure of Chief Bloodspear's anger, the Lord of Blackhammer Castle remained motionless.
"My appearance is the end of you."
Rhodes roared in a low voice. Then he pushed Asabaal over. Chief Blood Spear stumbled backwards. Rhodes' two-handed sword swung a large arc in the air and struck again.
Asabal raised his battle ax to block, but was shocked by the powerful impact and fell backwards again unsteadily.
Before the opponent could gain a firm foothold, Rhodes roared again, and with thunderous power, white light flashed on the sword blade. At almost the same angle, Rhodes's sword roared at him again. However, this time, the power was greater.
.
Asabaal raised his weapon to block again.
However, this time, Rhodes' power was so great that he knocked Asabaal to the ground.
Both leaders were covered in black blood. When the chief wanted to get up, the big sword stained red with blood was already pressed against his chest. The tip of the sword had even pierced the leather armor and was pressed against his heart.
s position.
"You can't win even if you kill me. My people will fight to the end and kill everyone here!"
Tribal Chief Asabal gritted his teeth and said angrily. His face soaked in blood looked twisted and ferocious. However, Rhodes didn't think so.
"No, you have already lost."
Rhodes returned in a low voice. He only heard the powerful and ancient horn sound echoing in the distant forest, and the Great Wall sentry returned...