The battle of the regular troops, if there is no change at all, it must be unrealistic, impossible, the jackals and centaurs here are not the first time to deal with berserkers, so on the entire battlefield, the commanders who command the squad and fight with the berserkers like Hogg are not a minority. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This battle was the first time that Atila's army did not use [Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy] It was the first time that the commanders of the jackals and centaurs played their role on such a battlefield with a large number of people, and from the point of view of the results, this battle that broke out in the vast open space between the forest and the steppe, in the face of the strong berserkers of Scandinavia, the battle of the jackals can also be called remarkable, the performance is good, there is no victory but there is no large-scale rout, such a result can already be described and described by the word surprise for the current Attila army。

But if you think about it carefully, it's not surprising that the commanders in Attila's army are not incapable, nor are they inexperienced, before they surrendered to Attila, they were also characters who led the army galloping on the battlefield in their respective countries and fought each other for a long time, and the reason why they didn't use their abilities in the previous battles was simply because of [Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy] The reason why their orders could not be successfully conveyed to the soldiers underneath, after all, they had no way to order those soldiers who knew nothing but killing and fighting under the influence of magic, who had no reason, no pain, no fear.

"War, it seems, you're not in a good situation. ”

Beowulf and the war were fighting in the center of the battlefield, the red long knives and red swords kept colliding, leaving a series of sparks in the air, and at the same time there was a crisp and pleasant sound of gold and iron, all the soldiers, whether berserkers or jackals and centaurs, did not dare to approach the fifty paces of their battle area, those overflowing attacks had already made the surrounding land full of holes, if people approached there, it must have become the same as the land on the ground.

Taking advantage of the separation of the two of them, Beowulf's vision glanced at the gnolls and centaurs in the distance whose faces could not hide the tired faces on their faces, and he let out a low laugh, although he didn't know why Attila's army was in such a situation, but he knew that this time he gave up the plan he had made before and went directly to Karelia It was the right thing to do, this time the battle was a good one, and those who were in the army and he was in the army must have to bow their heads obediently, not to mention that this time the opponent was only one war, and on his side, there is still Skaha, a strong female warrior, who can successfully retreat with one enemy and four on the battlefield, and deal with only one knight, no matter how you look at it, you won't miss.

The current Attila army is in an isolated position, and the logistics have reached the verge of collapse, and there are only three high-end combat forces left, and the conventional troops, due to the influence of logistics, have not scattered and fled is already Atira's superb means and rigorous management of the army...... No, it's not that no one has thought of escaping from here, from this army that has little hope, but they were all killed by a girl in black in the field without exception, and this also made the rest of the guys who didn't put the escape into action into action feel uneasy and discouraged from leaving the barracks, if Alice knew this, she would definitely cry and laugh.

Moreover, there was only one knight of the war in front of him, and Beowulf's side, in addition to himself, there was also Skaha in the ranks, and if the war and his centaurs and gnolls were killed here at this time, then it would be equivalent to cutting off an arm of the Atira.

Beowulf didn't know that Beaton of the Attila army had been badly injured by the last war with the elves and druids, and had been taken back to Finland by Attila's orders to recuperate, and now there were only three strong men left in the Attila army and those half-hearted dragons.

"Do you want to kill me here? Beowulf?"

"Do you think you can kill me here on your own?" Beowulf!"

Although the war is impulsive and reckless, it does not mean that he is stupid, it does not mean that he can't think, just a short sentence, he analyzed his intentions from the opponent in front of him who had only fought once before, the intention to solve himself in this place.

I can't think of the war, why Beowulf has such self-confidence, confident that one person can keep him in this place, after all, in the previous battle, if it weren't for the help of Skaha and Fergus, Beowulf was killed by famine on the battlefield, and even if he escaped, he was still robbed of his skin in the end, and only when he was in the second Scandinavian defensive battle, he was successfully healed because of Alice.

"What you didn't do in Scandinavia, do you think you can do in Karelia, Beowulf. ”

The war pulled the reins in his hand, and the bright red horses let out a high cry, which was the sound of the flame burning in the face of the battle, in the face of the fierce fire in the heart of the strong enemy, and then the sound of dense horse hooves sounded behind him, and I don't know when a large group of centaurs, almost a thousand people, shook off the entanglement of the berserker, and came to this place, to the back of the war.

This posture is as if to say, "Look, you can't kill me alone, let alone I have so many subordinates here, it's even more impossible." ”

Most of the centaurs had unhealed wounds and blood stains that hadn't dried up, and a small number of them had lost an arm or had Berserker's axe stuck in their bodies, and it was clear that their opponents had not missed the opportunity to evacuate the battlefield and come here, and the centaurs had to pay a lot of money to fill the void of the centaurs, and those gnolls who faced the berserkers alone would suffer even greater losses in order to fill the vacancy of the centaurs.

The centaurs had a resolute expression on their faces, but they couldn't hide the malnourished skin underneath, and the weapons in their hands were much more worn out than when they were on the Scandinavian battlefield before, and even many centaurs didn't even have bows and arrows in their hands, but they only held wooden spears that could barely be called weapons after cutting down trees from the forest, but they were also a little different from the previous ones, these centaurs carried five or six shorter short spears on their backs, which were specially used for throwing, learned from their opponents in Scandinavia, and used to replace bows and arrows。

The lack of resources, the lack of food, and the companions who continue to disappear in the forest, all aspects are forcing the centaurs to seek change, because if they don't change, they will lose their qualifications to enter the battlefield, and at that time, Atira, who is short of materials, will definitely not be soft, kill the useless subordinates, reduce the logistical pressure of the army, and by the way, throw the corpse to the gnolls as food to replenish their strength and restore their combat effectiveness, if it is Atira, it will definitely do such a thing.

In the evening of the carnival and celebration, the centaur troops were irreparably damaged, and they lost more than the losses of the gnolls, and the fire of Hassan burned the food and clothing at the same time, and by the way, the wooden bows and arrows stored in the warehouse, as well as the grease used to maintain the bows and arrows, and the climate of Karelia, the only remaining weapons in the hands of those centaurs became tattered and unusable in a very short time because they could not be maintained, and the only goods that could barely be used were the high-class goods in the hands of the centaur officers, but with only a few bows and arrows, it is impossible to maintain the right to speak as a centaur.

There has never been a truth in the world that says, "If you don't have weapons, you can't fight, you can't hunt," as if you don't have knives and forks, you can't eat." "It's just as ridiculous, if the centaurs believed in it, then they wouldn't have succeeded in standing out from the thousands of races and becoming the three evils of the north that are known throughout the main plane.

If you lose your existing weapon, you should look for a new weapon, and the centaurs think so and do so, after comparing the short spears that the Gnoll Catapult and the Berserker's Throwing Axe have seen on the battlefield, they decisively choose the short spear, the former because their tall body is not suitable for using a small weapon like the catapult, and the Berserker's Throwing Axe is due to the lack of supplies that prevent them from finding materials that can be used as axe blades.

With the help of the gnolls, they soon cut down large areas of forest, cut wooden blocks, imitated the spears and short spears they had seen on the battlefields of Scandinavia (after all, they were really unskilled), and in a very short time, they used these new weapons to perfection, so that Attila could see that even if they lost their bows and arrows, they were worthy of the title of the Three Evils of the North.

The sound of horses' hooves stopped abruptly, and in its place, the sharp and dense sound of breaking through the air sounded again, but this time the sound was slightly different from the previous arrow breaking through the air, not so sharp, but the sound was louder and more dull.

The air was filled with the fresh smell of trees, which was the smell left on the freshly made spears, and in Beowulf's gaze, the rain made of wooden spears was pouring down on him, and had merged into a yellow torrent, flying towards this place rapidly, although the short spears were only made of ordinary wood, but the sharpened tips, the throwing of centaurs, and the trajectory of the parabola made these short spears easily pierce the skin, pierce the human body, and inflict fatal damage on the berserker。

This is exactly what the old saying "It doesn't matter what kind of material the weapon is made, as long as it can be used to fight, it can be used to kill, then this weapon can be called excellent", but obviously, for the excellence of others, in the face of a legendary powerhouse like Beowulf, it becomes inferior, this obscure, can inflict a devastating attack on an army, and it is only to the extent that it can be solved by raising your hand and waving your fist.

"War, don't use such a little trick to be embarrassed. ”

"The battle between us has never reached the point of being at home. ”

Beowulf's lips were cracked, revealing a row of neat and white teeth, his expression did not change, not even his breathing changed in the slightest, looking at the torrent that could completely submerge him, he slowly raised his right hand, holding a red sword with a chain at the end.

A light brighter than scarlet, dimmer than dark red, rose from the sword, and the starlight that turned into chains disappeared into the air, only to see Beowulf take a hard breath, his chest protruding high to prop up his shirt, the muscles up and down his body tensed violently, his left foot collapsed forward, the ground shook violently, and cobweb-like cracks appeared under his feet.

In an instant, the red long sword had disappeared from his right hand, and then the sound of breaking the air was louder than the yellow torrent, and it didn't even give those centaurs a chance to react, it was still in mid-air, and the short spears that were about to fall in an arc had disappeared, and yellow snowflakes fell from the air, as if it was the coming of winter, giving people a refreshing romance.

"No matter how you look at it, this is a weapon that you can't ignore. ”

The war just watched the red lightning return to Beowulf's hands from the new, without any movement, he also knew that in the face of the [Akahara Hound] whose speed was almost lightning, he actually had no good way to solve it, after all, it was already the second time to fight, and the other party's details were also clear in his heart, and he clearly knew what his attack would work and what was useless.

War knew that the characteristic of the sword that had caused all this was that as long as the shooter survived, no matter how many times he was shot down, he would continue to pursue the target until the target was killed, and this time, Beowulf targeted the short spears that came at him, those that were just cut from ordinary wood, and it only took one blow to turn them all into sawdust.

"But, that's all there is to keep me, Beowulf, are you a little too arrogant!?"

From behind the mask came the roar of war rage, he clenched the long knife with both hands, and slashed hard into the air in front of him, a series of sparks suddenly appeared, only to hear a ding, the red long sword appeared in front of him, and was steadily blocked by his long knife.

The magic sword that has returned to Beowulf's hand, I don't know when it came to him again, if it wasn't for his quick reaction, he would have been caught by the other party's strategy just now, but Beowulf's blow was actually just a disguise, and the real attack was still to come.

"Beowulf can't do it, so what about me?"

A crisp female voice sounded from not far away, and when the consciousness of war reacted to who the owner of the voice was, the sharp pain had already passed from his abdomen to his brain, and he didn't waste time looking down to check the wound, the experienced war jumped off the horse as soon as he turned over, and after rolling on the ground twice, his dusty body got up again, he turned his head and looked in the direction where the female voice appeared just now.

In the chaotic battlefield, the red-haired and red-eyed girl held the spear in one hand, the tip of the spear was still dripping with blood, the girl's face was still with a cold smile, and she was still wearing the same black close-fitting clothes, such clothes, even the most daring noblewoman only dared to admire alone in the mirror at night when no one was around.

This is called the poppy flower, it is a poisonous flower dyed red with blood, beautiful and charming, but it is a demon flower that makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves, as long as you see Skaha at this time, then no matter who will understand the fanaticism of Fergus and Conor, these big heroes will understand the fanaticism of Fergus and Conorr, and they will understand Alice's love for that night, this is really a charm that cannot be lifted with willpower.

At this time, the centaurs around the war suddenly began to riot, in their eyes, how embarrassed the invincible lord was at this time, the bright red cloak became tattered, and the smooth armor was also covered with dust, but these were secondary, the most important thing was that in the belly of the war, a red spear pierced through the armor and pierced through the body, and the blood was pooling into a stream, constantly dripping from above.

Such an injury is already a fatal injury that can be pronounced death for mortals, not to mention that the damage is not an ordinary weapon, but the magic spear with a curse on the body of the gun [Gayaberg], if Beowulf is injured head-on, he has no way to reverse the situation, and can only usher in the end of death.

Of course, the war knew Skaha, but it was the second woman to keep in his mind besides Attila, and the third was Alice, lord of Jutland, the girl who alone brought Attila's entire army into this situation.

"It hurts a little, Skaha. ”

Although he said this, everyone present could feel a trace of pain in the tone of the war, after all, being pierced in the abdomen with a spear was not a pleasant thing to say.

"At this time, instead of going back to your Ireland, what are you doing here in Karelia with Beowulf? ”

"Or have you finally opened your mind and are you going to marry Beowulf?"

In response to the sound of war, there was another red spear, but it was flashed by the prepared war, the spear in his abdomen looked very scary, but judging from his dodging and flexible movements, such injuries were not as serious as others imagined.

"Cover your lord!"

However, the action of the war still brought the stunned centaurs back to their senses, and with the order of a tall centaur, those centaurs who were stunned by this series of changes finally remembered that this was still a battlefield at this time, and they were still fighting, they drew their short spears from their backs, and then took small steps, small sprints, and finally used the inertia of their whole bodies to throw the short spears towards the position where Beowulf was standing.

The few centaurs, still with bows and arrows in their hands, placed the bows and arrows on Skaha's body, the muscles of their tense arms filling the bowstrings, and the wooden arrows of iron spun rapidly, bringing a series of fires between them and the violent friction of the air.

It's not that the centaurs don't know that their strength can't do even the slightest damage to the other side, and it's not that if they attack Skaha and Beowulf now, it is likely that the entire army will be pushed into the abyss of death.

However, for the weak, the choice did not exist from the beginning, and in the face of the army of Beowulf and Skaha as opponents, they could only use death to delay the progress of the other party, and use their humble lives to buy even a few seconds for the war, at least such a death could save their tribe and their loved ones.

"Oh, hey, this is not the place for you to get involved. ”

Beowulf said this, but the movement in his hand was only some centaurs and there was no mercy, and his figure disappeared directly from the spot, leaving only a hole and a crack spreading around, and when he reappeared, he was already in the centaur ranks.

Holding the [Akabara Houund] in his right hand, and holding another unknown red sword in his left hand, his figure rotated, and the ripples brought up by the weapon spread in the air, and when his figure disappeared once, the centaurs in the same place slowly split into two halves and fell to the ground, their bodies were cut off from their waists, blood and internal organs sprayed in the dirt under their feet, and there was a surprised expression on their faces, and it was only after a long time that there were earth-shattering cries and screams on the spot.

People who are beheaded in half will not die for a while, they can only watch their blood and internal organs continue to spray out from the wound, they can only continue to wail in the torture of severe pain, and then watch death walk towards them with unhurried steps, unable to move.

The figure flickered slightly, and each time it appeared in the crowd for less than a second, but all that was left was a centaur that had been cut in half, these centaurs from Finland and Rus, in the face of the attack of the first Scandinavian warrior, could not even react, and were easily taken lives, even if their number was hundreds or thousands of times that of the other party, it had no effect, those wooden spears, strong four legs, and strong arms, could not let them successfully touch the corners of the enemy's clothes, proud long-range attacks in such a close battle, there is no way to play even a little role.

However, the death of these centaurs still had a little effect, they used their lives to hold Beowulf back, with dense formation, with the advantage of numbers to create time for the war to recover from his injuries, and by the time Beowulf was still twenty steps away from the war, the red-clad knight had successfully pulled out Gayaberg, who had stabbed Skaha into the abdomen.

The red light flickered, and the huge cavity that could be seen from the front to the back began to recover, and the red wound was covered by the red light, and there were constantly sprouts and blood streaks growing, and soon they were wound into a strand, forming new internal organs.

Not only that, but the broken edges of the red armor forged from an unknown metal also showed signs of recovery, growing little by little towards the broken place in the center, and finally completely filling the gap, and by the time the war stood up from the ground, his abdomen had completely returned to normal, except for the dark red blood stains that had not dried up, it was impossible to see that he had just received a fatal injury.

As for the curse of Gayaberg, he didn't know why it didn't work for him, and looking at the meaning of the war, he didn't stupidly explain why the curse didn't work on him on the battlefield.

"Beowulf. ”

"Skaha. ”

"I didn't expect you to fall too, you are so despicable. ”

The war shook his head and sighed, as if he was sad about the other party's sneak attack just now, or sad that Beowulf actually abandoned the Scandinavian tradition, came to Karelia and the rebels, and cooperated with Alice to attack the Atla army, and also took advantage of the danger of others, taking advantage of the opportunity of his own lonely, to attack himself.

"I thought it was an admirable opponent. ”

"But I didn't expect that you are no different from those villains who can only play tricks. ”

When he said this, there was already a hint of hatred in his tone of war, and he held a long knife, the tip of which pointed at the strong man who was twenty paces away from him, and the armor on his body made a clicking sound.

"Last time, the famine didn't kill you, so this time it's up to me to end your life with the war, and let the so-called First Warrior die on the battlefield that has tarnished his reputation. ”

The sound was still echoing in place, but the person had disappeared, and after three seconds, a huge cobweb-like hole appeared on the ground in the same place, and the explosion roared, and the centaurs who were relatively close to each other shook suddenly, blood flowed from their ears, and their bodies fell to the ground limply.

The war that appeared again had come to Beowulf's face, the twin swords and the long knife reunited together, without giving Beowulf a chance to fight back, the war's hands held the long knife hard and pressed it downward, with a fishy smell of blood-like red magic swirling around him, the huge strength made Beowulf's footsteps begin to retreat, this first warrior, for the first time in terms of strength, was at a disadvantage.