The berserkers in the field were still cheering, they kept cutting off the heads of their enemies and tying them around their waists as the medals of the victors, they didn't find anything strange about the retreat of the gnolls, these arrogant guys didn't even think about why the opponents who had been difficult in the last battle were so easily repelled this time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

No one noticed, not even the young man who had become a legend at a young age, that while they were celebrating their victory, in the midst of the raging blizzard, about a thousand meters away from them, a black shadow approached quietly from the blizzard, silently, and green eyes were staring at a prince in iron armor, and behind him, there was a dense black shadow, and they approached these berserkers who did not find anything unusual very quietly and quickly.

The figure suddenly stopped moving, its pointed ears twitched slightly, then lowered its head and pressed its face against the ice, and when it was raised again, a low roar continued to spread under the cover of the blizzard.

"Has it been discovered?"

Sitting above the figure was a strong man, dressed in thick clothes that made it impossible to tell his race accurately, and when he heard the low roar of his mount, he muttered to himself, then took his weapon from his back and held it in his hand, and the other one closed behind him and made a gesture ready for battle.

"What a sound!"

The sudden tremors and the sound of horses' hooves brought Zygmund back to his senses, and he wiped the blood from his face with a towel, and looked up to see the Red Branch Knights led by Fergus, who were running towards this direction with weapons in their hands and grim faces.

"Fergus, what are you doing!?"

"Are you planning to betray us and join Attila's army?!"

Siegmund questioned loudly, at this time, Siegmund finally remembered his duty as a commander, he quickly picked up his weapon, stared at the galloping Ulsters with wide eyes, in such a battlefield, things that no one could predict are happening all the time, even if he has a good relationship with Fergus during this time, but he does not dare to ignore the other party's problems at will at this time, if this is the target of the Ulsters, then these berserkers who let their guard down will definitely suffer heavy losses。

Hearing the leader's voice, the revelers also came to their senses, put away the triumphant smile on their faces, put down the bleeding heads in their hands, and gathered around Sigmund with their weapons in twos and threes, and looked vigilantly at the knights from Ulster.

Fergus didn't pay attention to the guys, and didn't pay attention to Sigmund's questioning, he instigated his horse to lead the knights around Siegmund and them, and continued to rush forward, and at the same time their speed began to increase, their bodies were low on the horse's back, the weapons in their hands leaned forward, and the sharp blades were pointed forward, and they began to sprint with all their might.

Suddenly, out of the blizzard came a lot of voices, low roars, angry roars, and something that anyone could understand...... Mixed with the smell of blood-

"They've been discovered!

In front of Fergus, less than three hundred steps away from Siegmund and the others, a group of orc wolf knights suddenly appeared from the blizzard with a spike hammer in their hands, and they let out a roaring sound from their mouths, and rode a snow-white white wolf to charge against Fergus's Red Branch Knights.

And at this time, Alice also knew the reason why those gnolls retreated, their retreat was simply to paralyze Sigmund and other Scandinavian warriors, making them think that they had won the victory, creating opportunities for the subsequent raid of the wolf knights, and seeing that they were about to succeed in severely damaging the elites of these Yeats, but they did not expect that the Red Branch Knights of Fergus would intervene at this time.

Originally, they were going to succeed, and while the berserkers were reveling on the battlefield, when they let down their guard in the belief of victory, the orcs had quietly lurked so close, and all that remained was to charge and crush them.

However, I didn't expect these Ulsters from Ireland to find their tracks, sabotage their plans and make them have to attack in advance, and this has also caused them to be all exposed to the eyes of the enemy now, you know, even if these green-skinned barbarians have the help of giant wolves, they are still not the opponents of these berserkers, and if they fight head-on, it takes three orc wolf riders to defeat a berserker who has not gone berserk.

"Fergus, I'll be sure to keep your head as my collection this time!"

At the front of the wolf knight, there is a tall orc riding a giant wolf, his face is full of horizontal flesh, two yellow fangs are exposed outside his mouth, he is wearing gray leather armor made of dragon skin, and there are strings of skeletons and white bones that have no flesh and blood hanging around his neck, he is holding a giant axe shining with black light in his hand, it seems that this weapon has not been properly maintained and cleaned by his master, the axe blade is slightly rolled up, and it is stained with black grease, which is a mixture of flesh and blood that has begun to rot, but even so, it does not hinder the power of this weapon, in the last battle, Conor was almost cut in two by it, had to meet Yeat to treat the injury.

With his roar, the shamans in the ranks began to cast spells, and red circles of light floated from the hands of the orc shamans in colorful robes and quickly spread throughout the troops.

【Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy】

In order to make up for the gap in the combat effectiveness of the two sides in the battle, the orcs planned to do their best at the beginning, hoping that in the first wave of attacks, with their bodies that had been strengthened by [Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy], they would attack those berserkers who had not yet had time to go berserk and not yet fully excited, anyway, there were not many orcs, but there were many people, no matter how many people died here, as long as they could kill these Ulsters from Ireland and annihilate the most powerful reinforcements of these Scandinavians, then everything would be worth it.

Under the effect of magic, reason has been completely evaporated, the skin of these green-skinned barbarians riding wolves began to turn red, the already thick body directly formed a circle, the murderous eyes glowed red, the feet tightly clamped the waist of the giant wolf to stabilize the body, the weapons in their hands began to wave, they overdrew the vitality in their bodies under the power of magic, and in a short time they gained great strength, even at the cost of shortening their lifespan.