White fur, white snowflakes, white teeth, white oceans, everything is made of white, and it is not pure white white, not pure and immaculate white, but desperate white that excludes all other colors except white.

Countless voles rushed towards the Novgorodians, squeaking and squeaking, sounding very chaotic and giving the impression of wanting to plug their ears.

The faces of the Novgorodians were extremely ugly at this time, and what happened beyond their expectations was in front of them, and they looked down at the weapons in their hands, and then at the white sea in front of them, and everyone became overwhelmed.

Fear, they are indeed fear, no matter who sees such a terrible scene in front of them, they will have such emotions, and when they look up, they are densely packed with voles.

Fortunately, among these Novgorods, there are no dense fears, otherwise simply seeing such a scene, it is possible to fall unconscious.

Is there a reason and necessity for such a war, such a battle, to continue, to continue fighting? Facing this white sea of voles and dealing with them with the weapons and strength in their hands, wouldn't it be eaten into a white bone in a few minutes?

At this juncture of crisis, the last and most precious shamans among the Novgorodians stepped forward, looked at each other, and nodded earnestly, as if they had made some difficult decision, with expressions on their faces as if they were at home.

Flames, which should not appear in such cold weather, roaring in the cold wind, although very weak, seem to be extinguished at any time, but in this white world, it brings a little different color.

【Fireball Technique】

【Fireball Technique】

【Fireball Technique】

【Fireball Technique】

【Fireball Technique】

Five [Fireball Techniques] smashed into the white ocean in a row, and all of them caused terrible damage, and the white ocean was directly exposed to five huge gaps, and then returned to its original state in the next instant.

There are too many voles in front of them, and this little bit of damage is just a drop in the bucket for them, not to mention just five weak shamans, even if they are replaced by five legends, they can only flee from the wind.

Even if a magic spell kills 10,000 voles, so what, the voles that appear here are definitely not something that can be calculated by the unit of 10,000, and they are still rushing out of the forest in a steady stream.

Perhaps, the voles of the entire Ross steppe are concentrated here...... No matter who you are, when you see such a scene, you will have such doubts in your heart.

"Ahem, cough, that is to say, killing all these voles will solve the problem of the grassland. ”

Rurik struggled to his feet from the arms of his companions, and after a few minutes of rest, and thanks to the shaman's treatment of mana and materials, his injuries had been somewhat restored.

However, with his current state, whether he can fight and how much combat power he still has is also a big question, and in the eyes of others, his current appearance is as if a gust of wind can blow it away.

Rurik ...... Run. ”

"That's right, let's run. ”

"This is not something that we can overcome, we Novgorodians cannot perish here. ”

The people around him persuaded Rurik that they didn't think that they could win in the face of these waves of rats, with just a few humans.

If Rurik, and they all died here...... Think of the Yeats, who have lost their elite and Beowulf, and think of the Rus' steppes, which are even more chaotic, cruel, and dangerous than Scandinavia.

And the Novgorodians, a race of people with Scandinavian blood in their bodies, occupy the fertile land of Norsgorod, which is also counted in the Rus' steppe.

When they are weakened and do not have the strength to protect their wealth, the surrounding jackals will never mind using their claws and teeth to enjoy a delicious meal and take over the fertile land.

Rurik didn't have the ability to read minds, and he couldn't have known the mind of the druid who controlled the vole, but they were in a hurry to leave the land and return to their homeland, and they would never waste that time chasing fleeing enemies.

"You can't die here. ”

You are not only the most precious shaman for the entire tribe, but also other warriors who can go berserk.

Rurik saw that the people around him still had hesitant expressions on their faces, and wanted to continue to persuade something, he pushed away the hand that was holding him, took a deep breath, took two steps forward with his chest straight, opened his hands, and made a gesture of hugging the sky.

"Don't worry, you just need to continue to believe in me at this time. ”

"Who am I, I am the great lord of Novgorod, a man called Rurik. ”

At this time, a strange emotion arose in the hearts of all the Novgorodians, looking at Rurik's back and listening to his voice as always, as if no matter what difficulties lay ahead, they would be solved.

"Don't worry, don't look at me like this, I'm a legend...... The white dragon didn't kill me, neither did the girl known as Calamity, and it's even less likely that these little ones will be able to kill me. ”

"As long as you can escape, then I have a way to get out of them...... Don't worry too much, I know that the Novgorodians can't afford to lose me now, so I will definitely not die here, and I will lead you to conquer the entire steppe. ”

"What Siegel can do, I Rurik can do too. ”

There was a magical power in the firm voice, so that the surrounding Novgorodians involuntarily chose to believe, they did not continue to hesitate, picked up what they could bring, and quickly retreated along the way they came without looking back.

Leaving only one man, their leader, the man named Rurik, alone to face the white tide of white rats.

He actually knew what he was like, but he kept repeating this sentence in his heart, maybe hypnotic or hoping that the fantasy would become a reality.

Even if the probability of that is so low that it is almost equivalent to a miracle that is absolutely impossible, the reason why a miracle is a miracle is precisely because it is beautiful, and it attracts people who are willing to use their lives to find and obtain it like moths to a fire.

Maybe a little, but for Rurik, it doesn't matter how dangerous the situation is, as long as his men can retreat safely.

Hero? Not really, after all, he simply loves his tribe, and he doesn't want to disappoint those tribesmen who love him, and he doesn't want those familiar faces to fade slowly in his memory.

I'm supposed to be a liar.

Rurik smiled self-deprecatingly as he looked at the white wave approaching him at breakneck speed, and tightened his grip on his weapon, a stone axe that was still in good condition, the only thing his companion had left for him as he retreated.

He felt that this time, he was really going to live up to the trust of his subordinates, and although he was standing on this land, it had already taken all his strength.

The bones of the whole body were screaming under the weight of the burden, the heart was beating slowly and struggling to power the blood flow, and the internal organs located in the abdomen were in bursts of sharp pain.

With such a body and such a situation, he may just barely maintain his human form, but in such a state, when facing such an enemy, what can he do, and what step can he take.

"I'm also curious to see how far I can go. ”

"Come on, come on, come on. ”

Rurik roared as if he had given up on himself, his heart beating faster against common sense, and his pale skin dyed an eerie red.

Frenzy

Rurik chose this worst time, the worst place, the worst enemy, and chose the worst way to fight.

"Beowulf, what can be done, I, Rurik, can also do. ”

In a language that only he could hear clearly, Rurik suppressed the crazy feeling that appeared in his mind because of his madness, and forcibly maintained the sobriety of his brain.

【Whirlwind Slash】

As Rurik gripped the handle of the double-edged stone axe tightly with both hands, he rotated in place, and the white pillar that rose to the sky and connected the heavens and the earth reappeared.

The wind, the snow, and the people who are dancing

The combination of the three once again makes up this tornado that can be called a natural disaster, and can only be called a natural disaster.

The tide did not stop, and the voles continued to charge forward, as if ignoring the tornado in front of them, which could easily tear them to pieces, and then ...... The tide hit the tornado.

Countless voles were rolled up from the ground, and in just a split second, the white pillars were dyed bright red, and the voles behind continued to charge one after another as if they didn't know what to fear.

…… Of course they don't feel fear, they don't feel fear, and in their small minds, there is only the request of the druid friend at this moment.

The plea to tear the enemy in front of them to shreds had taken over their brains, and at least for now, they could not feel other emotions, including fear, until their madness was over.

Perhaps this is the sorrow of the beast, which is not intelligent enough, and is always easily acquired by others with pale language, shallow feelings, and to move forward, what they do not need.

The white torrent shows no signs of stopping, and the Novgorodians are right in their guesses, almost half of the Rus' steppe gathers here, all the voles.

With plenty of food and no predators to hunt them, their numbers are rising at a staggering rate.

If all these voles are killed here, then the crisis of the Ross steppe will be solved, and without the destruction of voles, the grassland will grow more lush next year.

At this time, Rurik could no longer feel his body, whether it was injured or bleeding, he could not feel it, only severe pain, and only severe pain, was the only thing that filled his brain, his nerves.

But even at this time, he was not thinking about his people, not about his death, not about his dreams, not about other things that were very important to him.

It's the girl who has only met for a short time, hasn't been in contact for too long, and the two sides are on hostile sides, the girl with black hair and black eyes, who gives people unforgettable...... Thinking that he felt a little suspicious, he did not hesitate to detonate the trap placed at home, and thought that he did not hesitate to put his life into the hands of the other party because of the so-called kindness of his subordinates.

At this time, Rurik thought a lot, but in all the pictures there was the girl with black hair and black eyes, who was feared by others, feared by others, and named a disaster.

What kind of emotion is that, why is it at this time, when he feels that he is going to die, he will definitely die, there is no other choice, there is no other possibility, thinking of a girl who has only just picked up and has absolutely bad intentions.

He didn't know what it was called, neither his parents, nor his teachers, nor the most knowledgeable shamans in the tribe had taught him anything about it.

What a pity.

At the last moment, Rurik regretted not the failure of his duties as a leader, not the hardships that the Novgorodians faced after his death, nor the inability to be a man like Beowulf and Siegel for their similar feats.

But...... If you die like this, you won't be able to see the girl again, you won't be able to talk to her again, you'll never hear her again.

It's a pity.

In the end, with this thought in mind, the white tornado began to slowly dissipate, and only a few voles were left to make the charge...... The constant death of their companions shattered their state of mind, destroyed their emotions, cut off their madness, and Rurik's tornado violently stuffed fear into their minds, finally stopping them from charging.

Feeling the number of voles left, the druids hiding in the forest couldn't help but gasp.

Although they knew how terrifying the Whirlwind Slash was, and how terrifying this trick was in the hands of the berserker, even if they hadn't seen it, the blow that wiped out the entire Giant Bear just now told them that.

But, even so, when Rurik used such a trick for the second time in a short period of time, and made their last hole cards nearly depleted, all that was left in their minds was the idea of getting out of here and returning to their hometown.