Barbarian is a derogatory term.

Unless it is called so by his girlfriend on a special occasion, it seems to blame, but in fact it is praised.

Dwarves also have nicknames, not dwarves, but excellent craftsmen.

The giant also has a nickname, not a stupid big one, but a descendant of the Titans.

Even the druids have nicknames, not primitives, but friends of nature.

Only the barbarian nickname is the most ugly, barbarian!

The reason why the barbarians of the wasteland are called barbarians is mainly because of three reasons: poor, stupid, and reckless.

Poor, many tribes cover a mask when a family of five sleeps at night.

Stupid, not enterprising, old-fashioned.

Reckless, don't use your brains to do things, especially when you fight, rush forward in a swarm.

That's why barbarians are called barbarians.

It's ridiculous to say that in the Darkest Ages, the barbarians were called the strongest warriors on the continent, not the barbarians.

At that time, the barbarians were proud, proud, and trusted by all intelligent species on the mainland, relying on the big fist that smashed half of the ribs with one punch, and relying on the good physique to resist beating, the barbarian warriors became the mainstay of the fight against the invaders of the other space.

However, with the passage of time, the population base of Beamon has skyrocketed, the technology and craftsmanship of the human race have made great progress, and the elemental power lineage on the continent has become more and more perfect, especially the smelting industry and the military industry, because of these reasons, the existence rate of the barbarians has become lower and lower, and it has become more and more backward.

The natural advantage of the barbarians is becoming less and less, and the population has grown from hundreds of thousands to less than 10,000 today.

In the end, the strongest samurai on the continent turned into poor and reckless barbarians.

Even the second-poorest hill dwarves in the mainland look down on the barbarians, and it is conceivable that the status of the barbarians on the continent is now.

Being able to firmly occupy the Great Wasteland is not because the Terrans and Beamon can't eradicate the barbarians, but because they feel meaningless and thankless.

Everyone knew that there was bound to be a battle between the Orcs and the Terrans, a protracted Armageddon.

The so-called Terran heretics crusade against the legion and the so-called Beamon Orcs southward recovering the land campaign are actually military exercises of the two races, and they are nothing more than real swords and real guns to see flesh and blood.

The two sides tested each other to see the gap between themselves and each other, everyone tacitly agreed, and it was almost the same when they hit the other party's door, and they collected their troops and went home to find their mothers.

And between the territory of the human race and the Beamon orcs, there is a great wasteland, separated by ten thousand barbarians.

It's not that the barbarian cow B arrives so that who doesn't invade whom, but that the Beamon orcs and the human race need a strategic buffer.

There is also part of the reason, that is, there is no profit to be made in fighting the barbarians, the vast wasteland can neither graze nor grow grain, and there are no resources worth exploiting, and pulling more than 100,000 people to fight for ten days and half a month, even if the barbarians are exterminated, a toss is not enough money for a few war horses.

It's still the same word, poor, because of poverty, no one wants to deal with them, and because of poverty, the two races look down on them, or because of poverty, the barbarians are called barbarians.

Even if you are poor, you are stupid, stupid, and reckless.

In the darkest era, the barbarians fought and rushed forward, there was no attack level, there was no tactics to speak of, and sometimes there was not even a strategic goal.

Until now, this is still the case, the only difference is that the barbarian population has plummeted, and they are poorer than before.

Among the various human military academies, the first and easiest lesson for the children of the nobles after entering the school is to learn how to defeat the barbarians, just like the first lesson of kindergarten children is to add one plus one.

It is conceivable how weak the barbarians are in the hearts of the human race.

The strength of the barbarian race lies in the excellent individual combat effectiveness and durability.

The barbarians are weak, weak in large-scale legion battles.

The tactics against the barbarians are simply not too much, as long as they can withstand the initial casualties, and the reserves are on top in time, it is easy to defeat the barbarian warriors.

That's why more than a thousand cannon fodder came up to Waitatra.

But when the luxurious lineup of the Wolftooth Tribe was revealed, Wyatt and all the Terrans who came to the wasteland to fight the autumn wind felt the deep malice in the Great Wasteland at the same time.

The wolftooth tribe of the barbarians... Tynyima is not human anymore!

What is a barbarian, if you don't agree with a word, you are called a barbarian.

What is a barbarian, relying on a few large-shaped alien beasts to open their mouths, followed behind and roaring and rushing up, that is called a barbarian.

What is a barbarian, as soon as you join the battlefield, you will be completely lost and then fight on your own, this Nima is called a barbarian!

These movements are uniform, the division of labor is clear, and the advance waves are orderly, are they barbarians?

In the Sleepless Forest, one big stone after another smashed into the rear of the legion, which is called long-range suppression and strategic division.

The dwarf riding a giant crow in the air, after maintaining his height, drops one after another small bottles that will explode and burn, which is called an air strike.

The squad leader in charge of commanding and supervising the battle in the infantry phalanx burst out with a fighting spirit in the last second, and was pierced through the throat by an arrow in the next second, which is called medium and long-range target sniping.

Ten Earth and Wood Elemental Giants advance in the form of holes from the perimeter, which is called Compression Cavalry Range.

You call this barbarian?

Liars, big liars, this is a situation that will only occur when two regular elite legions are fighting.

Wyatt, the supreme commander of the Terran Legion, had begun to doubt his life.

Barbarians... You took the wrong medicine, did you learn so much work?

That is, there are nearly a hundred elite knights lying on the hard ground of the Great Wasteland, and they are not blinking.

They don't even know how they died.

Perhaps the last thing I thought about before I died was--- am I swollen?

First he was knocked off his horse by the boulders and logs thrown by the Earth Elemental Giant, and then one after another flaks fell from the air that would burn and explode, and the flames on his broken body had not yet been extinguished, one after another

The arrow shattered their heads with a crackling sound.

It could have been stoned, or it could have been blown up, or it could have been burned, or it could have been shot.

In short, the knights who first approached the Forest of Sleeplessness died, and died miserably.

Wyatt was also thinking about one thing.

What the hell is ... Is it swollen?

Wyatt is dressed in a silver helmet, quite a bit of the style of a white-robed young general, it is precisely because he wears the most sassy bag and rushes forward, so he has become the key object of care of the wolf-toothed "dead child" magic archer unit.

As the leader of the Wulong Knights, Wyatt was extremely powerful, and immediately injected all his battle intent into the shield, and there was a sound of piercing gold cracking stones that made people's eardrums hurt.

On the ten-centimeter-thick black iron steel shield, six feathered arrows were inserted, and the arrows that flashed cold light were less than three inches away from Wyatt's heart.

Covered in cold sweat, Wyatt immediately urged the earth-based wurm elemental beast to turn around.

Wyatt, who no longer dared to make a fuss, rushed directly back to the rear phalanx, and then looked at the feathered arrows on the shield with trepidation.

At this glance, Wyatt's cold sweat seeped out again.

The water magic on the arrows has slowly dissipated.

There are only two possibilities for infusing arrows with magic.

First, the elementalist shoots on his own.

Second, when the archer shoots, the elementalist is on hand to help, infusing the arrow with elemental power.

Because the elemental power cannot exist for too long after being changed in form, this elemental arrow is also called an armor-piercing arrow.

The first possibility has been ruled out, because the distance is too far, and it is impossible for the rookie physique of the elementalist to shoot such a long distance with the rookie physique of two steps.

You must know that it is also extremely exhausting to open a bow and arrow, and many hard bows with high range cannot even be pulled by an extremely powerful archer in a short period of time.

Then there was one last possibility, and the elementalist was on the side to help shoot.

But after thinking about it, Wyatt felt that it was wrong.

The frequency of this archery is also too high, if there are really twenty or thirty elemental masters in the Sleepless Forest, how good it would be to attack directly with the elemental secret technique, isn't this putting the cart before the horse.

Thinking about it, Wyatt suddenly burst into tears.

Because he found himself in a misunderstanding.

At this moment, Wyatt, who was like Conan's possession, found the answer.

Eliminate all impossibilities, and the remaining one possibility, even if it is unimaginable, is especially the truth!

"Magic Archer!"

Wyatt sweated at the thought of this possibility.

He remembered that when the feathered arrow flew in, it was as if he had been targeted by an unseen hungry wolf.

He was familiar with the feeling, the feeling of being locked in by the elementalist's elemental gaze.

But the range of the magic archer... How can it be so high?

Just when Wyatt was puzzled, with a "whoosh", a streamer flashed, and a warrior with war spirit behind him was pierced through the heart by an arrow and hung up.

Wyatt wanted to give the order to retreat.

What you see and hear must be reported to the Holy See.

The barbarians actually have magic archers and elemental powers, and the Holy Court must immediately gather a large army to completely eradicate the Wolf Tooth Tribe, and even the entire barbarians!

Even the magic archers have come out, and your wolf tooth tribe is going to take off on the spot?

As soon as the thought of retreating rose from the bottom of his heart, the hundred warriors of the Wolftooth Tribe suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the Wurm Knight squire.

Wyatt was slightly stunned and hesitated.

If a retreat is ordered, the three hundred knight squires will definitely lose most of them, because they are now at an optimal distance to charge, and if they retreat, they will expose their backs to the barbarians, especially during the pause period of turning, once they are bitten by the barbarians, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But if you continue to charge, maybe the situation of the battle will turn around.

The huge impact brought by the excellent war horse, coupled with the knight's spear that can pierce the standard iron armor, the crossbowman is gritting his teeth and running to close the distance, this battle does not seem to be impossible to fight.

Whether it is elemental power or magic archers, they all rely on the elements for food, except for the Holy Rank, the elemental power in the body of any elemental user is not inexhaustible, as long as the warriors grit their teeth and hold on, there is a high chance that the scale of victory will tilt.

Gritting his teeth, Wyatt shouted: "Charge, Wurm knight squire charge, crossbowmen cover, intersperse barbarians, insert them, insert them to death!"

In order to boost morale, Wyatt once again stimulated his fighting spirit, urging his elementals to join the ranks of the knights.

Because of the blessing of battle intent, Wyatt finally saw the faces of the wolf-toothed warriors clearly.

It was an extremely calm face, it was a pair of eyes glowing green, and it was a tower-like figure.

Wyatt felt a strong sense of weirdness in his heart.

He had fought with the barbarians, more than once, every time, the barbarians fought as fanatically as a pilgrimage, never so calm, so calm, or rather a calm without joy or sorrow, could it be that the sage time was blessed by the chanter of the Holy Court?

Why are these barbarians so calm, why have they slowed down, shouldn't they rush over in a swarm of continuous acceleration?

The answer was not long in coming.

The wolf-toothed hundred warriors suddenly stopped, and the hundred people stopped in a straight horizontal line, and then pulled out a huge shield like a door panel from their backs with uniform movements.

The giant shield was stuck in the ground, and the wolf-toothed warrior curled up and resisted the giant shield to the death.

Wyatt couldn't see the wolftooth warrior anymore, he saw a wall of shields.

"Rush, rush them!"

In fact, if you don't rush, you can't do it, the distance is too close, if you forcibly pull the reins, the war horse will definitely break its front leg, and at least the knight will fly out.

Wyatt was no longer willing to think about why the barbarians would use such a tactic as a shield wall, he just wanted to end the battle as soon as possible, even if the effort was simply not acceptable

The price suffered.

Soon, the strong horse crashed into the shield wall.

At this moment, most of the knightly squires were weightless as they flew out.

Before he could lie on the ground, hundreds of xenomorph wolves had already pounced from behind the giant shield.

The sharp fangs didn't tear the flesh, they just bit their throats, crushed them, and looked for their next target.

The reason why the Wolf Tooth Tribe is called the Wolf Tooth Tribe is because they can tame wolves, the Wasteland Giant Wolf and the Forest Xenomorph Giant Wolf.

It used to be called a giant wolf, but after joining the wolf tooth tribe, it was tamed into a war wolf.

Poor to poor, the craftsmanship passed down by the ancestors has not been lost.

Wolves can't shoot Simmons missiles, but they help the Grim Reaper harvest lives.

After biting the knight to death as fast as they could, the wolves drove their horses into the forest.

War horses, very valuable!

It has to be said that the tactics formulated by Cordo, a veteran knight of the Terrans, are very successful.

The giant shield stopped the warhorse, and after the knight flew out, the wolf bit it.

There are also some knights who are very skilled in riding, and seeing that the war horse cannot break through the shield wall, they immediately pull the reins and turn the horse's head to avoid the fate of being killed by the wolf's kiss.

It's a pity that there is not only one Terran in the Wolf Tooth camp, but also an old Terran man named Wocha.

This also shows that many times traitors are more hateful than enemies, because traitors know their compatriots best.

Wocha did not participate in the development of tactics, but personally designed the second-generation "section chief" standard equipment, including the giant shield.

When the warriors saw that the knights behind them did not rush over, their faces were full of regret, and they immediately pressed the circlip behind the giant shield.

In the next second, countless long sharp thorns shot out.

Wocha is very good, and since talking to Sten, he quickly figured out what pneumatics is.

The protruding sharp spikes of this giant shield can be extended or shot, and it is clear that it is used for yin people.

Because of the angle problem, the sharp spurs were fired in parallel, so they were all shot on the war horse.

If it weren't for the fact that these knights were going to retreat, everyone really wouldn't be able to be ruthless, after all, the second master Yan Entropy and Si Teng said that the war horse is worth a lot.

After the war horse fell to the ground, those who were more lucky, those who were not pressed by the war horse, immediately got up and prepared to fight on foot.

But who knew that a large net was thrown from behind the shield wall, covering these knights and pulling them directly closer to the back of the shield wall.

Before the group of unlucky ghosts could see what was going on, one by one the pillar-like ruins of the section chief smashed on their knees.

The second generation of the section chief's ruling rod is specially born for smashing the knee, one meter five long, can be divided into two, the middle is connected by spiral lines, the lower hollow is placed in the upper part of the fine thorns, combined into one, can be picked, can be cut, can be stabbed, can be smashed, can be divided into two, can be stabbed, can be pierced, can be thrown, the two major engineering designers of the camp Si Teng and Wocha two people have worked hard to design, dwarf ingenuity, easy to carry, small space occupancy, high return to the furnace retention rate, each one, are worthy of the barbarian warriors to have.

Wyatt was also in the midst of the charging team, and his eyes were torn when he saw such a miserable situation of his men in front of him.

At this moment, he did not flinch, but let the knights who did not survive follow him.

He didn't believe that even the earth-based wurm elemental beast couldn't break through the shield wall!

After all, it was an elemental beast, and it was an earth system, and the two wolf-toothed warriors were directly knocked out, and the steel giant shield also appeared a huge depression.

Wyatt, who had taken the lead, smiled for the first time in a long time.

As long as the warriors and armed missionaries keep up with the team, keep tearing the breach, and kill the opponent's "leader" Wolftooth George, this battle may not be impossible to win.

Before I knew it, I had two million words, and I wanted to say something, and I felt it.

Today, nearly 10 million words have been written, and the more I write it, the more I understand a truth.

There is only one scenery on the road of online articles, and that is the reader.

There are too many thorns and bumps on this road, it takes a lot of time and even sometimes stays up late, writes a little manuscript, and wants to send it out immediately, after sending it out, the next day to continue to code words, as if there is no time to go out to play, and there is almost no ups and downs in the data that I see more than a dozen times a day, resulting in often thinking about whether I am suitable for this industry, thinking about whether to give up the main business and keep writing, or give up writing and always do the main business, on this road, there are too many contradictions and unsatisfactory and unsatisfactory.

And among all the unpleasantness, there is only one thing that is pleasant, and this pleasant thing that offsets all the unpleasantness and makes me persist until now, and that is the reader.

Maybe it's because there aren't many readers, or maybe it's because the readers are very tolerant, and to this day, I have the impression that less than three readers say that the writing is not good, and the rest have been encouraging and supporting.

Enthusiastic readers said a lot of heartwarming words in the comment area.

Cold-hearted readers silently cast recommendation votes and monthly tickets, hiding their merits and fame.

More readers have picked up what I wrote among tens of millions of online articles, for which my brother is grateful.

If the road of online writing fails, there are many reasons, such as poor writing, no inspiration, insufficient time, realistic pressure, wife running away with someone, letting the father-in-law beat him, and so on.

But if this road has come to the end, succeeded, and completed, then there is only one reason, and that is the support and encouragement of readers.

Although I did not succeed today, and there is still an incomparably long way from success, I am still grateful to my readers, and I am grateful to my readers for every step forward, and here, thank you.

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