Chapter 229: The First Battle of the First Day

The trolls and ogres who were arranged by Sigourney to build simple fortifications in front have been transferred back to the rear, and no one can hope that these brainless things will perform on the battlefield, and it is more likely that in the face of Attila's army, these guys will directly turn around and run away to affect their own formation, and the reason why they are hired from goblins is only to use them to supplement the shortage of manpower and complete some tasks that require a lot of manpower and a lot of time to complete, such as digging trenches, making simple defenses, etc。 Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

Now standing on the front line are the berserkers led by Siegmund, who had previously belonged to different tribes, numbering about four thousand, in loose formations, watching the arrival of the enemy with a feverish face, without the slightest fear or fear, and the Scandinavian blood in their bodies was boiling, encouraging them to kill, to plunder, to fight.

"I am ready"

Siegmund stepped forward and roared loudly, standing around him were berserkers about his size, they had no protection on their bodies, they held large heavy weapons such as double axes and broad-edged swords in their hands, and most of them had five or six simple stone short axes tied to their waists, which were their only means of long-range attack, as for why they didn't use the bow and arrow, which is a common and long-range weapon with a longer range, it was because most of them, especially Beowulf, believed that bows and arrows, which can kill people only by pulling down the strings, were used by those long-eared sissies, and that true warriors only needed to kill with a rough and simple axe。

Removing the short axe from her waist, which was slightly larger than her palm, her bloodshot eyes staring closely at the approaching enemy in front of her, these short axes can exert very strong power in the hands of these berserkers, Alice had also seen the power of these short axes when she fought those berserkers in Jutland for a short time, and at a distance of thirty meters, they could use such weapons to break through the dragon's skin and hurt the overlords at the top of these food chains.

Behind the berserker is the druid's army led by Sigoaney, their number is small, plus they were attacked by the legendary werewolf on the way from the previous source, plus there were only a few dozen of the original Jeats, these druids all hold a staff made of oak in their right hand, and hold potions in their left hand, ready to give magical support to their comrades in front of them

Alice's troops and the Red Branch Knights of Skaha and others were arranged on the left side of the druids, and the harpys brought by them were arranged around the druids, their numbers were too small to go directly into the battlefield to make no difference, so they simply let them protect those precious druids and deal with possible attacks,

"Let's fight"

When the gnolls were still a hundred and fifty paces away, there was a buzzing sound with Siegmund shouting, and fifteen crossbow arrows the thickness of small arms flew above the army, and plunged into the galloping gnolls at a horizontal angle to the earth.

The crossbow arrows made of cedar wood and wrapped in iron easily pierced the flesh and blood of the gnolls who were only wearing simple wallets, and some of the three or five who could not dodge were strung together, they did not die for a while, and their hands and feet were constantly struggling to beat the crossbow arrows that had been inserted into the ice on the ground, blood mixed with blood clots spurted out of their mouths, wails and screams echoed in the sky.

The crossbow bolts separated several blood paths among the jackals, and under a wave of attacks, more than a dozen gnolls were directly killed, and more than thirty gnolls were incapacitated, but soon the remaining gnolls filled the blood path opened by the crossbow arrows, and death did not make these gnolls afraid, but aroused their ferocity

The blood and the death of their companions made them rush towards them at a faster speed, and they did not give their crossbows and catapults another chance to attack them, and they roared low, red like a flood surging on the ice, and their bony and wooden weapons sharpened and emitted a cold light.

Suddenly, when they were still a hundred paces away from the berserkers, they changed their stance, their weight tilted upwards, and again changed from a four-limbed stance to a two-foot position, one hand continued to hold the weapon, while the other hand reached to their waists, where each jackal was tied with a belt to store small things, and from it took out a palm-sized, palm-sized dart, which seemed to be made of ordinary rock, but the edge of the dart was sharpened and the toxins were smeared with colorful toxins。

"Damn it!"

One of the leaders next to him cursed secretly, went directly past Siegmund, turned his head and shouted loudly to the troops behind, he had already seen that someone in Barushinger's team had already held the short axe in his hand, tensing his muscles and preparing to throw it.

"Don't be impulsive, it's not at attack distance yet!"

The Scandinavian throwing hatches are very powerful, they can easily kill monsters and ogres within a distance of 50 meters, and can cause fatal damage to giants and dragons within 10 meters, but on the contrary, their effective range is only 100 meters, and it is very difficult to hit those nimble gnolls if they attack now.

As soon as the voice fell, Siegmund next to him suddenly shouted, he pulled out his weapon and stared at the direction of the sky, his face solemn.

"Be careful!

"What?" "Chief, what's wrong?" "Be careful!"

"Woohoo"

The sound of the air breaking suddenly sounded, drowning out the howling of the wind, and in Zigmund's eyes, dense black dots appeared in the air in front of them, mixed with the wind and snow, and quickly attacked this way.

The long sword was swept by a black shadow danced by Siegmund, impenetrable in front of him, and in the clanging sound, countless black objects were smashed by him, and when it was over, he found that the warriors around him had fallen a few, even if it was just a stone-polished dart, but it still exerted great power under the jackal's throw.

Especially for the Scandinavians, who don't like to wear armor, the lethality is even higher, easily breaking through the fragile skin, deeply piercing into the flesh, the flow of blood quickly spreads the venom attached to it all over the body, but fortunately, there is a group of druids around them, the green light is constantly flashing, the wound is quickly healed, and the toxins in the body are suppressed.