"What about the famine? what is the famine doing?!"

The war roared loudly, like a hurricane passing through.

He was surrounded by enemies with death, surrounded by legendary warriors waiting for him, and in the distance legendary spellcasters were sealing off the surroundings with magic.

No one is going to answer the question of war, and the other person who is still able to move in the field is also under siege, and the death is worse than the war.

The enemies he faced were silver-plated, covered in positive energy, and he had extremely severe restraint, and the slightest proximity would dissipate the negative energy around him.

When the two knights were locked in a bitter battle and the situation became bad, the ground shook and the battlefield was being cleared, and the soldiers who rescued the wounded and sick could not help but take up their weapons, lean closer to each other, and cast their eyes in the direction of the distance.

Mountains, are moving

Almost everyone has such a thought on their mind

I wiped it carefully and confirmed it again and again

The reflection in the pupil was not a mountain, not a moving mountain, but a mountain-like scene made up of giant beasts and giant beasts

"Damn, it's Beamon, and those mammoths!"

The officer, who was cleaning up the battlefield, clenched his teeth.

Finally, after experiencing the collapse just now, and when they were about to enjoy victory, the enemy who broke through completely disrupted their deployment.

The surrounding walls and houses had collapsed into ruins, which had turned the place where they were located into a de facto plain, where nothing could be an obstacle.

The first to react, the casters who were rescuing put down their movements, and they began to create obstacles in the direction of the beast's charge.

At the same time, start informing the other troops in the barracks so that they pay attention to the enemy who has come close and minimize the losses in the next battle.

No one knew how the Attilas had managed to hide these behemoths from detection, but judging from the fact that the ground had not listened to the shaking, they were in a lot of trouble this time.

The barracks in front of them will definitely be broken through, even if the hill is in the way of these giant beasts' charge, it will be directly bulldozed.

After the barracks were breached, it was their turn, and judging by the terrible situation they are in, this disastrous victory could be rewritten as a common end.

Even if this tactical level of unity is exhausted, it will not affect the strategic level, and the battle between the countries that the Baltic Empire has achieved will end in victory.

The defenses placed near the camp were completely crushed, and the insufficient number of catapults and bed crossbows could not pose enough threat to these behemoths.

Beamon, who rushed to the camp, raised his clawed palm high, and the terrible wave of air blew away everything around him in a furious manner like a hurricane.

During Beamon's attack, the barrier on the outskirts of the camp shattered like fragile glass, and the mammoths behind directly smashed the walls in front of them, shattering them.

The people in the camp had already begun to retreat in a scattered manner, and could only watch as the behemoths charged at the Baltic enemy in the ruins after destroying the camp.

The time for the destruction of the camp was still not enough for those spellcasters, and the ruins of this city contained many fragments and wreckage of the original city walls, and the existence of these wrecks seriously affected their spell casting, and the swamp created could not stop the footsteps of those giant beasts.

Beamon, who was in front of the heavy load, squatted down slightly, and then jumped straight up, the terrible black shadow covering the sky and the sun, and fell into the crowd of the army in the desperate eyes of countless people.

By the time he got up, the ground was covered in slippery and thick flesh, and countless fragments of weapons and armor were mixed in it, looking extremely disgusting.

The entire army was thrown into chaos, and Beamon's foothold happened to be where the caster's forces were clustered, and those who didn't reach the legend couldn't even escape, and lost their lives.

Immediately after, the swarm of mammoths had come to the front, sharp tusks, terrifying power, to let people know how stupid it was to stand in front of them.

From the ground, it can be clearly seen that the black army has been broken into several parts by these mammoths, and due to the crowd of people, they have trampled on each other, causing these rivers to gradually turn red.

The soldiers of the Baltic Empire were in the process of being defeated, something that the Attila Empire had not been able to do since the beginning of the war, but the well-trained and experienced soldiers quickly dispersed under the command of the officers and began to try to attack the mammoth's trunk with weapons.

The elephant trunks that swept across the surrounding field like a whip made people unable to get close to the mammoth, but these trunks were also the weakness of the mammoth, and the pain caused by the injury of the elephant trunk would make these mammoths lose their minds and attack everything around them frantically.

The scattered soldiers soon discovered that they needed to deal not only with the terrifying behemoths that could easily trample them to death, but also with the forces of gnolls and werewolves that followed closely behind the behemoths.

The situation was anything but pleasant, with hordes of gnolls and werewolves taking advantage of their speed and engaging in nimble combat.

This is the specialty of the gnolls and werewolves of the Baltic Empire, and in the steppes of the Rus' region, they have adopted this method to quickly harvest the enemy.

In order to give the troops below enough time to expand their advantage, the plague and famine took the few legends remaining of the empire to the battlefields of the skies.

They were joined by armies of dragons, wyverns, and thunderbirds, who hunted the spellcasters who flew through the skies in droves, and at this time, they didn't have to face the pesky and seemingly endless gargoyles.

Commanding on the ground was the Gnoll Hogg, who, due to his strength, was dressed in a low-key manner and looked inconspicuous, making it hard for outsiders to believe that this old Gnoll was actually the core of the enemy.

There have been a lot of changes within the Gnoll race, and many newborn babies no longer have loyal expectations for the Attila Empire, and they yearn for the life of the Baltic Empire, creating their own future with hard work and sweat.

Despite this, Hogg the Gnoll still holds the power within the Gnoll race, and continues to gain the trust of Attila.

Even this last chance to turn defeat into victory, Attila did not give it to the four knights, but to the gnolls who had not had much time to live.

It was a real gamble, and after winning this battle, the remnants of the Attila Empire would take the spoils of war and head further north to the desolate ice fields, where they would rebuild the Attila Empire.

Because everyone can already imagine that the victory achieved by the Attila Empire is destined to be only partial, and will not affect the victory of the entire strategy.

After the victory, the surviving army was not enough for them to cope with the subsequent attacks of the Baltic Empire, but instead went to the ice fields, relying on the harsh and cold environment, and there was a possibility of survival.

However, the situation went on over and the armies of the Attila Empire could not expand the advantages they had gained at the beginning, and the mammoths, who had slowed down, met their opponents, giants who carried iron rods and wore heavy armor.

Beamon, who was even larger, was surrounded by several tree men, and countless vines were climbing up his feet rapidly, and through the pores on the surface of his skin, they entered the muscles and blood vessels of the giant beast to destroy.

The heavy fists of the treants kept hitting Beamon's body, on the other hand, Beamon's attacks could hardly inflict fatal damage on these treants, and behind those treants, the army of dryads and druids was constantly using magic to restore the injuries and physical strength of the treants.

The vines that had penetrated deep into the veins were dying, and these vines could not withstand the violent energy contained in the blood in Beamon's body, and the entire vine lost its emerald green in just a few seconds, and was easily torn off by Beamon.

However, the situation on the Mammoth side is not so rosy, and now some of these giants who have entered the battlefield already have experience in hunting large creatures.

The giant in the rear used the chained javelin to restrain the mammoth's movements, while the giant in front of him controlled the mammoth's proboscis and inserted the spear through the gap in the ivory into the mammoth's throat.

The tacit cooperation of the giants, the movements are smooth, it looks like a butcher slaughtering livestock, full of indescribable artistic beauty.

While the mammoth was surrounded by giants because they had lost their charge, the gnolls and werewolves were also restrained by their opponents.

Divide, encircle, slaughter

The usual tactics of the gnolls and werewolves are difficult to exert any effect when forming a circular phalanx in the face of these tough opponents, and their attacks are difficult to break through the enemy's defenses.

Especially when the chaos is gradually contained, it is difficult for the gnolls and werewolves to play to their advantages in speed and agility, and due to the scarcity of numbers, the situation gradually reverses, and the surrounded are the gnolls and werewolves.

Hogg in the crowd still behaved with ease and calm, and this situation did not surprise him, even if it was a desperate bet, the advantage would gradually diminish over time.

However, this does not mean that he has no solution, the attack that Beamon started took out the enemy's spellcaster forces, and now it is the turn of the spellcasters of the Attila Empire to strike.

Several fireballs were thrown into the gathered army, and the soldiers who could not dodge were directly engulfed, and soon only a few of the elaborate weapons and armor were left burned red.

In such a chaotic battlefield, spellcasters are strategic weapons that can change the tide of battle, and it is difficult for ordinary soldiers to survive the attacks of these casters.

At the end of the day, the world is dominated by the mysterious powers of magic and gods, and limitations are still limitations that cannot be broken without good luck or special circumstances.

Obviously, the Baltic Empire is one of those special people, and the centaurs who have lost a lot of money are cruising on the periphery of this battlefield, and after the casters are all destroyed, they become the key to this battlefield.

The rain of arrows composed of magic arrows is like a downpour of rain from the sky, and the whistling sound of breaking the air evokes the fear in the heart, which is the footsteps of death, the elegy of life.

The caster had to divide up and build defenses nearby, or attack the arrows, and the roar of explosions rang out at low altitudes, making the battlefield even more noisy.

The airspace above the clouds has become a playground for both sides to chase life and death, and from time to time you can see downed dragons and thunderbirds, or shredded wreckage.

It can be said that the battlefield at high altitude is much more intense than on the ground, and in such an environment, being defeated can be equated with being killed, even if it is a powerful dragon, if it is shot down at such a high altitude, it is impossible to escape death.

After the raid by Attila's air force and the initial suppression, the air force of the Baltic Empire gradually moved back to the situation, especially after the griffons, horned harppogriffs, giant eagles, etc. joined the battlefield.

And those powerful dragons, naturally with the dragon as an opponent, the same race under this sky, for different beliefs and interests, has become a life-and-death opponent.

In the entire battlefield, the last thing to worry about is the battlefield between Beamon and those treemen, that terrible war beast, it is not something that a few treemen can suppress, looking at the situation over there, it will not take long to be dismantled into wood.

Unlike Beamon, the casualties of the mammoths trapped in the siege began to surge, they were unable to defend themselves against the attacks of the giants, and their clumsy bodies turned into a luxury to even cause problems for the enemy.

"Let those mammoths run, don't fight the giants, after losing speed, those mammoths can't be the giants' opponents, if they don't want to die or lose, let them carry out my orders. ”

Hogra passed the herald and told him to convey these orders to the ears of the mammoths, and even at such a bad time, some of the mammoths were reluctant to accept the orders of the jackals.

Hogg's order quickly reached the ears of those mammoths, and in the face of such a grim situation, the mammoths reluctantly let go of their prejudices against the gnolls and began to seriously carry out Hogg's orders.

Abandoning the battle with the giants, the mammoth began to run again, and they galloped across the battlefield, trampling the enemy's formation and preventing them from converging.

The mammoths kept ramping and trampling on the camp of the Baltic Empire, and these mountain-like beasts were almost invincible in such a plain area.

Even those giants just now, in the face of the running mammoth, they can only choose to temporarily avoid the edge, and no one wants to be hit head-on by the running mammoth.

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