At the end of the field of vision, two giants about the height of mammoths were rushing towards this side with two black pillars, and behind the giants, about a little shorter, these giants rushed straight towards this side, and even fools knew that they were not good. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Quick, quick, turn, turn!"

At this time, the mammoth was facing the Cyclops, you know, the larger the creature, the more difficult it was to turn, and by the time these mammoths finally pointed the two tusks at the incoming enemy at the urging of the mammoth, the Cyclops had no chance to charge.

With the howling wind, the two cyclops each faced a mammoth beast, Fergus also dragged the spiral sword in front of the other, and the last one, surrounded by the last ice giants, with the advantage of numbers, these ice giants, who were also fully armed, also dragged a mammoth, so that he had no way to join other battlefields to support his companions.

The fierce battle unfolded inside the half-crippled fortress, and the druids and shamans in the rear were constantly casting spells to help their giants fight against the mammoths, and the remaining human troops were not idle, they knew that there was no room for them to meddle in this battlefield now, so now their eyes were once again on the soft persimmons, the gnolls, centaurs and orcs that were barely in a mess.

The battle started again, the first to attack was the Scandinavian army, the fastest rush was thirty rhinoceros heavy armored knights, they circled, bypassed the battlefield of mammoths and cyclops, crossed an arc on the ice field, rushed straight into the crowd behind, they relied on heavy armor, easily and brutally divided the whole heart into a dozen parts, and then those berserkers who followed behind, like wolves into a flock, divided into small teams to surround the enemy that had been divided, and then shook the weapons in their handsWithout hesitation, the frenzy began - the one-sided killing began again.

The bulky mammoths were being played around by the nimble giants at this time, and their huge bodies became their biggest obstacle, and there was no other means except to play the elephant's trunk, no matter how much the mammoths on their foreheads urged them to no avail.

However, the giants didn't have any way to take these mammoths, and the thick totem pillars smashed on the mammoth's body, and the force contained in them was immediately drained by the mammoth's fur and the extremely thick fat in the body, and it couldn't cause any harm to them at all.

One side misses, the other side can't break, and it looks like their battle is going to last for a long time

For the rest, the real key to the final outcome of the battlefield lies in Skaha's hands, and as long as she can defeat the combination of Beamon and the two knights, the door to victory will be opened

"Be careful. ”

"Don't trouble your sister. ”

Ignoring the purple-haired girl's struggles, Skaha reached out and rubbed her head vigorously, then waved his hand and turned to enter the battlefield.

Her gaze passed through the blizzard and rested on the two knights, the smile on the corner of her mouth could no longer be hidden, her eyes shone brightly like a burning flame, her hand tightly grasped the red magic spear, she took a deep breath, the back of her hand was bruised, and the ice under her feet was spreading cracks like spider webs.

"Everyday greetings, please don't be polite to me."

"Take their hearts, Gayerberg."

The spear turned into red lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the face of war, and at this time, the rumbling sonic boom was a little late, and the violent hurricane it carried tore the whole world into a mess, and even the blizzard temporarily stopped raging

"That's not going to work. ”

"It's not enough to be so welcoming, Skaha. ”

Even if you can't see the look of war through the armor, you can hear the smile and disapproval in his voice, and the trace of fanaticism that weighs down at the bottom!

"The same, tricks"

"But...... Not enthusiastic enough!"

Wielding the long knife in his hand that shone with red streamers, it slashed at the tip of Gayeberg's spear with precision, the piercing grinding sound was in the air, and the visible ripples appeared from the intersection of the long knife and the tip of the spear and quickly spread around, the guards standing around the war were stunned for a moment, and then fell down bleeding through five holes, their heads already stirred up by the aftermath of the battle between the two legends.

In the end, Gayaberg, who was still powerless, lost slightly, and the crimson spear swirled into the sky, and then, as if he had wisdom, bypassed Alice and the dragons who were fighting fiercely in the sky, and returned to Skaha's hand like a lightning bolt in a zigzag.

At this time, Skaha had already boarded a carriage, I don't know what kind of original body was shining in the dusk before night, the horses pulling the carriage shone with a faint white fluorescence, and the eyes were flowing with divine light, obviously these horses were descendants of the gods.

At this time, Skaha is the strongest state, and only in such a vast place can she give full play to her strength, without being affected by the opponent's various unguardable small means like Alice.

The carriage moved quickly on the ice, and then stomped on the ground hard, leaving two black burning marks, and then pulled the carriage carrying Skaha towards the sky, on top of the carriage, Skaha took the reins of the horse with one hand, stretched out the other, and accurately caught the spear that swirled back.

Slightly lowered her body, focused on her lower body, fixed her whole body to the carriage, let go of the reins, reached out and pumped it from the void, and a red spear appeared in her palm.

The wheels rolled, and the carriage left a trail in the air that was still burning, like a red comet, shimmering with the light of death, colliding with the black-armored knight holding the scales and the red-armored knight holding a long knife in the sky.

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While the two knights were being held back by Skaha, Beamon, who had been slowly advancing, also came to the battlefield, and in front of him were countless black dots the size of small ants, which he knew, and that were-

Food!

Raising his claws and sweeping the ice, whether it was the Berserkers of the Scandinavian Army or the combined forces of the Gnolls, Orcs and Centaurs of the Attila Army, they all suffered heavy losses, and even the rhinoceros heavy knights brought by Alice from Jutland had three of them unable to dodge, and they were caught by the claws of the giant beast in the palm of their palms, pressed hard, and then put them in their mouths, and in the huge and cold chewing sound, a trace of bright red blood remained from the corners of the giant beast's mouth, dyeing his snow-white hair red.

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They were so immersed in killing and being killed, mingling to keep alive and killing, intertwined to cover their comrades or kill their enemies, and the darkness that had already darkened them, they didn't even notice the arrival of the Behemoth, and by the time they reacted, the entire battlefield was empty.

There was silence, and the whole battlefield was eerily quiet, only the sound of the giant beast chewing and swallowing food echoed, whether it was a human or other creatures, at this time, their mouths were wide open, and they stopped the movements of their hands, and their wide eyes revealed full of disbelief.

And then...... In the midst of the noise, the mixed ranks of the three races began to collapse, and the desolate sound of the horn echoed in the air again, but this time no one thought about the command of the horn, and even the lower command of the army, the overseers with whips, gave up on regrouping and fled with the soldiers into the distance, the only thing they could think of was to escape from this place, from the behemoth that used them as food in the distance.

These guys from the eastern grasslands, known as the three evils of the north, they can accept death calmly, they can use their lives to consume the enemy's ammunition and the enemy's physical strength without scruples, and they can use their lives without the slightest hesitation to fight for hope for their compatriots, because ...... Just like the warriors of Scandinavia, they also have their own beliefs, although only the most ordinary, for their own totems, for their ancestors' beliefs, they also believe that as long as they bravely exert their strength on the battlefield, they can also enter a place similar to Valhalla after death, where there will be endless food, never-ending wine, countless beauties waiting for them, and countless battles waiting for them to fight.

And in such a situation, under such a belief, in the face of the behavior of the Behemoth Beast, in the face of the fact that they have become the food of the Behemoth, how can they accept it, how can they not run away...... To know...... No matter where in the myth, from the southernmost Nile region, to the northernmost Scandinavia, from the westernmost Celtic Isles to the easternmost Babylonian region, and even the entire heavenly world of the main plane knows it...... Beamon's stomach is a place that even souls can't escape, and the people who were devoured just now can be described in four words...... That is, even the soul no longer exists

If the soul doesn't even exist, let alone enter some Valhalla-like place after death, how can these uncivilized people not be afraid, how can they not choose to escape......

Taking advantage of the enemy's scattered and fleeing efforts, the Scandinavian army also began to retreat, throwing everything on their bodies, including weapons, ammunition, and rudimentary defensive armor, to the ground in order to quickly flee around Beamon, and Sigourney hurriedly put on the wounded Zygmund and fled into the distance.

There is no place where they are needed on the scene, there is no battlefield where they can exert their strength, and continuing to stay will not play any other role than to leave casualties and drag them back...... Of course, she didn't have the idea of killing the army from Jutland here, even if Alice had saved her life before...... As the commander of the Scandinavian army, as a descendant of the god Odin, she must have such thoughts.

And, essentially, the Scandinavian army had completed their strategic plan and achieved the goals they had set out to stop the invasion of Attila...... After all, without the help of conventional armies, those gnolls, orcs and centaurs, just a few legends, a few mammoth armies, there is no way to rule a region, to conquer a region, even by means of fear and killing - that is impossible to do

However, there were still some who did not think this through and decided to stay and resist, and the dwarves, the dwarves who usually only drank and made things, did not flee at this time, and although they looked at the Behemoth with a hint of fear in their eyes, they insisted on loading the stone projectiles into the catapults and launching them at Beamon's gigantic body...... Even if they knew that such an attack would not have any effect at all, it would not be able to cause any damage to this giant beast, and it would not be able to stop the giant beast from moving forward at all

As they faced Sigourne's order to retreat, the dwarf at the head only shook his head very firmly, and there was a hint of determination and fanaticism in his eyes, something that Sigourney could only see in the eyes of the most determined berserkers when he was sacrificing Odin.

"We dwarves have never abandoned our masterpieces and run away"

"Moreover, we have not abandoned the tradition of retreating from our comrades. ”

The dwarf patted the catapult next to him vigorously and made a clanging sound, and the reason for not running away was self-evident, they could not abandon their masterpieces and these catapults to escape, because for these dwarves, every object born from their hands was like their children, just ask...... What father can abandon his child...... Not to mention that the other side has just been a giant beast, even the gods can't make them take half a step back, not to mention that these guys who go straight and don't have fancy intestines can't make a move to abandon their comrades.

"Stubborn Dwarven ......"

Sigourney cursed quietly in a voice that only she could hear.

The stubbornness of the dwarves has always been circulating in Scandinavia, but Sigourney did not expect that they would be so stubborn that at this time, they would die generously for the sake of these dead creatures for such a ridiculous reason, to fight against the Beamon beast that seemed to have no way to defeat at all.