However, this disadvantage is only temporary, and soon this situation will be reversed, because those Yaats who are behind are constantly swinging their legs and rushing towards this side, and, more importantly, the spells of the druid army led by Sigourney have already descended one step ahead, and the green and white magic light appeared on the body of the Red Branch Knights, the wound began to stop bleeding and heal, and the strength continued to emerge from the inside of the body, the whole body was slightly lighter, and it felt as if it was suddenly a few pounds lighter, more flexible, just a round of magic support, these Red Branch Knights became violent, and the small circle formed turned into a meat grinder, constantly harvesting the lives of the surrounding orcs, and soon a hill of corpses was piled up around them. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sigourney, the princess of Barusenga, was undoubtedly a very intelligent girl, and it was clear from her previous performance in the meeting and her current behavior on the battlefield that if she was a man, then the tribal leaders would have been very happy to accept his leadership, rather than choose her brother, the brainy Siegmund.

From the beginning of this war to the present, she has not used, nor has she let the druids led by her use any offensive spells, let alone cast summoning spells such as [summon natural allies], but has constantly used some auxiliary magic with less consumption, using [Healing Minor Injuries] to treat the wounds of the warriors, blessing them with spells such as [Bear Toughness] and [Cat Elegance], and also using [Pacifying Animals] to appease those war horses that are targeted by giant wolves, so that they can fight normally.

She knew very clearly that in this battle now, the most important thing was the elite warriors of the Yeats and the Red Branch Knights of the Ulsters, as long as they could hold these elite combat power and protect their lives, then the possibility of victory in this war would be greatly increased.

And if you use attack spells and summoning spells, not to mention how many enemies can be killed in this way, on the battlefield without spell reinforcements, the Red Branch Knights and Berserkers will inevitably have casualties, if there are too many casualties, then even if this battle is won, then the entire war will be lost, only with the druids these spellcasters, it is impossible to win any war, because this is just an outpost, these orcs and jackals can judge from the situation that they are simply sent to test the cannon fodder of the Scandinavian coalition army。

"What a good girl, what a smart good girl. ”

Fergus wielded his sword to repel the orc chieftain's attack, and the wounds all over his body began to heal under the glowing green light, and with the blessing of the spell, his tougher and more flexible body made his start shift from defense to attack.

"If I survive this time, I'll go after you, dear Sigonie!"

"Fergus!

In response to his courtship declaration, the axe of the green-skinned brute, with white snowflakes, thundered down.

Because of the druid's magic support, the Ulsters temporarily withstood the attack of the wolf riders, and most of them gave up their mounts, and their horses could not play the role of their mounts in front of the giant wolves, but dragged down their owners.

The Ulsters from Ireland, the knights of the Red Branch Knights were now surrounded, surrounded on the ice by more than three times as many orcs and wolf riders, and they were gathered in piles of three or five back to back, holding weapons in a circle to resist the attack of the wolf riders, and beneath their feet was a hill of corpses.

Each of them has killed at least several times more enemies than their own bodies, exquisite martial arts, strong strength, and the spell support of the druids in the distance, so that they have persevered in such an enemy group for a long time, however, it is obvious that such high intensity has exhausted them, and those inferior weapons in their hands cannot support such a high-intensity battle has begun to curl the blade and become dull, and even blessed the [Cat's Grace] 's bodies were not as flexible as they were at the beginning, and when they saw that a small piece of isolated island was about to be swallowed up by the tide, their reinforcements were finally not late!

"Brothers of Ulster, your friends Jeats are here!"

The berserkers who charged on two legs had only now appeared, because they didn't expect the battlefield to be on the ice, most of them wore rudimentary leather boots, which were not conducive to fast walking on the smooth level, and they would slip and fall if they increased their speed slightly, and although they were attacking at the fastest speed, it had already been 10 minutes when they came here.

"For the great god Odin!

With the roar, the berserkers who raised their weapons rushed into the chaotic battlefield in a hurry, seeing the arrival of the enemy's reinforcements, the wolf knights did not have the slightest intention of retreating, because in the same way, their reinforcements also came, and those gnolls who had just escaped the fate of the whole army joined the battlefield again, in addition to the frontal fighting, these gnolls were more likely to use the stone darts smeared with poison in their hands to support in the distance.

The fierce battle lasted for a whole afternoon, and finally ended in the sound of a desolate horn, and the jackals and orc-wolves rode with the advantage of speed, and soon broke free from the entanglement of the humans, and retreated like a tide, and in just a few minutes they disappeared into the vast wind and snow.

"Those guys, when did they become so smart, when did they know about the retreat?"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead and sticking his weapon on the ground in front of him, Fergus looked at the green-skinned brutes who had disappeared into the distance, and he ordered his soldiers to clean up the battlefield, find and rescue the wounded who were still alive, and kill the seriously wounded and pretending to be dead.

"Huhuhu"

Siegmund ran up to Fergus, and he took a few breaths before asking.

"How's it going?"

"I'm fine, just a few minor injuries, but the next fight is going to be a lot of trouble. ”

Fergus shook his head, he had been at a disadvantage in the battle with the orc chieftain, the clothes on his body had been stained red with his own blood, and his exposed skin was covered with scars that had just healed, after an afternoon of high-intensity fighting, even a legendary-level warrior felt tired, and now he was talking to Zygmund with a strong spirit.

"How? Didn't we fight them off?"

Siegmund smiled optimistically, and he said disapprovingly, shaking the long sword vigorously in his hand, shaking off the blood and flesh stained on it, and then took out a rag and wiped it gently.

"The enemy's greatest losses are the jackals and orcs wolf cavalry, such losses are only insignificant to the entire army of Atira, these creatures may not know much about them, these we killed today, maybe only the remaining population among them, with the lives of our precious warriors in exchange for these cannon fodder of Atira, it is really ...... It's not a good deal."

After thinking about it, Fergus can only use four words that are too cost-effective to describe this battle, the so-called surplus population refers to the part of the people who are extra and cannot be supplied with food and supplies from the tribe, for the gerls and orcs, who give birth to five or six litters in one litter and three litters in two years, they have to wage a war every year to grab supplies and consume the surplus population, because they simply do not have the extra resources to feed so many people.

What is consumed on the battlefield today may not be as much as one ten-thousandth of the entire population, and it is not at all insignificant. In this cruel way, they have been doing this for thousands of years, so that further east, these two races have always been notorious, and together with the centaurs, they are known as the three pests of the north, like vermin, tenacious and disgusting.

Fergus turned his head with a painful face, in the battle just now, he had lost three hundred of his compatriots from Ulster with him, and thousands of people were injured of varying degrees of severity, which together accounted for one-third of the entire Red Branch Knights, and judging from the situation of the battle, this was only an outpost of this war, and there was an even more brutal battle waiting for them later.

"Attila's army is not only the jackals and orcs, in the last battle, their army has appeared mammoths and white bears, such as the overlords of ice and snow, as well as those ice giants. ”

Mammoths and White Bears are different from Orcs and Gnolls, each of them is stronger than these knights from Ireland, in the last battle, to kill a Mammoth or White Bear, it would take an average of two Red Branch Knights to die, and to make matters worse, those Ice Giants from the Ice Plains, even if they are just adults, can easily fight a small team of Red Branch Knights.

With a pained look on his face, Fergus turned slightly to dodge the attack of a giant wolf who was pretending to be dead on the ground, waved his long sword with his backhand to cut it off, turned around to avoid the internal organs and blood that had been spilled on the ground, and continued.

"What's more, those four guys and Attila didn't show up, so you can't be careless, you haven't seen them, so you don't know how terrible they are. ”

The four knights were referring to the four knights representing famine, death, war, and plague, and the thought of the girl in white and the tricolor sword in her hand made the big guy from Ulster shudder.

"Don't think it's great to be a legend, those guys are different, you can't use common sense to evaluate them, don't forget...... The injuries you see on Beowulf's body are the masterpiece of the Famine among the Four Knights, and he didn't rely on a sneak attack, but took Beowulf's skin head-on-one. ”

Hearing Fergus mention Beowulf, Siegmund opened his mouth but didn't say what followed.

"Do you want to ask, why did the eldest sister who could fight them lose so easily to the little girl from Jutland?

The older and more experienced strong man easily saw the entanglement in his heart from the young man's face, a far-fetched smile pulled out of the corner of his mouth, and his big hand slapped the young man's shoulder heavily, leaving a bright red palm print on his iron armor.

"So, this time...... We have hope. ”

"Alright, let's change the subject, boy!"

The strong man from Ulster suddenly laughed heroically, and with the sadness in his eyes, he slowed down, rehung his weapon on his waist, and leaned side by side with Siegmund.

"Your sister is really a nice woman, you see, under her command we have managed to suppress those big guys and prevent them from entering the battlefield, otherwise our losses just now would not have been this. ”

Fergus knew that there would be no benefit to continuing except to hit Siegmund, and he gave a thumbs up to Sigomery in the distance, and now the princess from Barusenge was directing the dwarves to reload the ammunition of the catapults and bed crossbows, and quickly poured them down on the big ones who couldn't fly.

It was precisely because of Sigoarney's command that she successfully stopped the dragons from entering the battlefield, so that these big guys who had lost the ability to fly could not join the melee just now, and what was even more powerful was that Sigourney seized the opportunity of the enemy's retreat, and frantically vented her attack on the retreating dragons, birds and beasts, and when it was all over, there were already a bunch of corpses left on the ice, the most of which were those thunderbirds, which were basically left on the ice on the sea.

"What a nice woman, young man, does your sister have a marriage contract, what do you think of me?"

Fergus straightened his chest, pointed his index finger at himself and smiled heartily, his eyes were full of sincerity, if it was someone else, then there was no problem with his self-promotion speech, but in front of him was Siegmund, a hopeless poisoned girl-controlled creature, when he was still thinking about Fergus's words in his mind, his body had already reacted first, and the armored elbow hit the strong man's abdomen mercilessly, and then turned back to his head and punched him again.

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As scouts, the druids and harpies were sent out, and after another half an hour, after it was really determined that the gnolls and giant wolves had withdrawn from this area, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Siegmund seriously commanded the people who were still able to move to quickly clean up the battlefield, and even Alice's army joined the sequence of cleaning the battlefield, and the giants carried the soldiers who had simply bandaged their wounds back to the camp, while the remaining druids stayed in place, squeezing the magic in their bodies, and doing their best to ensure the survival of each companion。

Sigourney stood on the hill, hunched up, constantly calling out those trolls and ogres, telling them to complete those defenses and prepare to resist the next wave of Attila's attack, she didn't dare to slack off a little, who knows if these fools would take advantage of her distraction and secretly go to the battlefield to fight tooth sacrifices, you must know that the recipes of ogres and trolls include the corpses of various races.