More than half of the gnolls and werewolves died directly at the hands of the centaurs, and the rest of the wounded were in a state of chaos, and they could not even organize the final counterattack now, and they were undisciplined. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A terrible howl appeared in his ears, and the two survivors who fell to the ground and stared wide-eyed fled with fear of the truth, completely ignoring their injured and fallen kinds, but such a panicked escape could not escape the pursuit of the centaurs, especially on the flat ground that they had arranged, the same four-legged gallop, but the speed of the centaurs was much faster than that of the gnolls.

"Stay alive, I need to get information from them. ”

"Don't forget the task given to us by His Highness Semiramis. ”

Although surprised by the gnolls and werewolves, these long-time opponents were slaughtered without even a decent counterattack, but the centaur captain's brain still maintained a basic calm, and he still remembered the task given to them by Semiramis.

This time, they did not go out to kill the enemy, but to find traces of the refugees and protect them back to Jutland safely.

The sound of the command in time allowed the two gnolls to escape death, but in order to prevent escape, their legs were brutally broken by the centaurs with their shields, even if they suffered severe pain, they were much better than their other companions, and in just a few minutes, those wounded gnolls had been killed by the centaurs.

One by one, the centaurs walked up to the enemy with their iron swords, and regardless of whether they were silent or not, they would thrust their weapons into their necks, splitting their heads off their necks to make sure that all but the two captives were dead.

In a place that could not be seen by the naked eye, the soul that was about to be lured to play Hades floated towards the Centaur Captain, with a small crystal the size of a thumb hanging from his waist, the crystal that was originally crystal clear was now gray.

This is a gadget made by Alice in order to collect the souls of the main plane, as long as the souls who die around this small crystal ball will be involuntarily attracted to the crystal ball, so that in every war and every battle, Alice can harvest a different number of souls, and it is also a wealth that is difficult to refuse.

Of course, Alice concealed the specific role of this small crystal ball, saying that this little crystal ball was called a token of the squad leader to the outside world, and it was an important token used to identify the team, and it was distributed to each squad leader, so that they could carry it with them at any time, especially when performing any combat and hunting missions, they must carry it on their bodies.

The team leader went to interrogate the captives, and the other centaurs were given the task of cleaning up the field and looking for useful things, and they kept bending down to grope for the corpses that began to be cold, and they didn't care about the slime mixed with blood and snow on their hands, those arrows were wrapped in iron arrows, which were not cheap, especially in such a place, there was no way to replenish them, each one was a precious resource, and could not be abandoned casually.

In addition, there may be something of value on the bodies of these gnolls and werewolves, such as the small bag of gold coins they just found from the corpse of a jackal in scale armor, according to the rules set by Alice, this kind of loot belongs entirely to these centaurs, and does not need to be handed over.

There was also a centaur, who went to the tents, cleaned up the contents of the tents, sifted out the useful and the useless, sorted them into categories, and abandoned the useless on the spot, and wrapped the useful things in the skins that had been removed from the tents, and carried them away on their backs.

When the afterglow of the setting sun had dissipated, and before the starlight began to fall on the earth, the centaurs had taken care of everything, and they simply packed up, carrying the plundered booty on their backs, and ran quickly in the direction of the west, and in a few moments, they were newly hidden in the dense forest and snow.

At some point, snow began to fall in the sky.

All that was left was the battlefield covered in snow, the corpses that were beginning to freeze, and the last two, the poor creatures whose legs had been broken and could barely move with their hands.

They don't see the next day's sun, and the carrion attracted by the blood will kill them, and with the carcass, they chew and swallow into their stomachs, and with these foods, many animals in the forest that do not hibernate can survive this winter with peace of mind.

Such scenes continue to appear in the land called Karelia, where the centaur squads equipped with iron weapons, iron shields, and iron bows and arrows have destroyed all the enemies they can meet, whether it is those from the north who have switched to javelins, or the organized small forces of jackals and werewolves, they are completely vulnerable in the face of advanced weapons.

Aside from the occasional unlucky man who was hit and killed in the vital wounds, the centaur forces suffered minimal losses, and in addition to this, they managed to get the two centaur units from Somi to surrender, and a full two hundred centaurs threw down their weapons and surrendered to their kind, who were only a fraction of their number.

"This is the brilliance of civilization, the crushing of the barbaric world from the civilized world. ”

An elderly werewolf shaman said that he was an elderly shaman, and his old and fragile body made it impossible for him to follow Attila's troops, so he could only survive among the tribe, waiting for death, and his tribe was easily defeated by the enemy from Somi because Atilla had drawn too many troops, and his relatives had already died in the battle of destroying their families, while following the tribal refugees to flee.

Seeing that the refugee's team was about to be overtaken by the enemy, he had already taken out the last spell materials, ready to consume the last life force in his body, and cast the last shaman magic in his life to block the enemy's pursuit and buy time for other refugees to escape.

"Go south! Go to Jutland! Go to that Highness Alice!"

In the last of the last sounds, like an earthquake, the centaurs dressed in completely different costumes from the centaurs on the other side appeared in the afterglow, their arms holding huge longbows.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air came, and the enemies on the opposite side bloomed with blood flowers, and after a rain of arrows, half of the enemies who were chasing after them came, and the remaining ones had not had time to turn around, and the two torrents collided together.

The white blades glistened in the sunlight, the hot blood flew in the air, as easy as cutting wheat, and the enemies fell one by one in the hands of the new centaurs.

The old shaman recognized the identity of the comer, in this barbarian land in the north, except for those dwarves who like to stay underground as otaku, the only people who can be equipped with iron weapons on such a large scale are -

"Jutland! It's Her Highness Alice......'s troops! We are saved!"

The clenched magic material fell from his hands, and by the time the old shaman came to his senses, tears had filled his entire face.

The only one who can save them is the newborn city called Jutland, the owner of which is the [Calamity] who makes Attila helpless, and information about this city has spread throughout Karelia and Finland with the business of those goblins.

If it weren't for the fact that there were still many hostages in Attila's army, there were already many tribes planning to join Alice and relocate to Jutland to break away from Attila's power when Beowulf and berserkers wreaked havoc in Finland.

Otherwise, these tribes would not have acted against the influence of the goblins and sold a large number of things from the tribes to Jutland in exchange for food, weapons and other goods.

The needs of the tribe are one aspect, but the inner swing is even more important.

The centaurs who had found the refugee team kept gathering and quickly secured the team in the middle, the number of centaurs was more than three hundred, almost four hundred, and there were a hundred centaur troops to escort the centaurs who surrendered.

The centaurs, who had joined the refugee procession, did not continue to advance, they stopped, and some of them, from their waists, kept taking out medicines, bandages, food, fuel, and drinkable water.

This is the equipment that Semiramis specially allocated to them for this mission, in order to ensure the safety of the refugees as much as possible when receiving these refugees, and do their best to obtain the gratitude and faith of these refugees.

There were about thirty or so centaurs who broke away from the group, they were going to clean up the battlefield just now, not to make sure that nothing slipped through the net, in the eyes of these refugees, they would not accept the surrender of the enemy, only kill one by one.

"Which of you is the head of this place?"

A strong centaur came out of the army, with a dark silver helmet on his head, indicating that he was the leader of the centaur team, and a kind smile on his bloody face, which asked in the gentleest tone possible.

"I'm ...... May I ask this ......?"

The refugees looked at each other, and their eyes were finally fixed on the old shaman...... Whether it was the old shaman's age, his status as a spellcaster, and his actions leading the refugees to escape along the way, he became the leader of this team when he was not aware of it.

"What a rarity, is it a shaman? Didn't you follow the army of Attila to the north?

As the leader of the centaur army promoted by Semiramis to command his army, he recognized the identity of the old shaman at a glance and asked about it bluntly.

"I'm too old and dying. ”

The old shaman lowered his head and looked away, not daring to look into the centaur leader's eyes.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you get to Jutland, old fellow, you'll live a long time. ”

The centaur leader said absently, he bent down, gently patted the old shaman's shoulder with his thick hand, and said confidently.

At this time, the old shaman clearly saw the appearance of the centaur leader, who was a very young centaur, with a slight fluff on his face, and his eyes were very clear, reminiscent of a sunny summer sky.

[This is a centaur who has just come of age.] 】

[I really didn't expect that the lord of Jutland would be such a young warrior, as a leader, to command the army under him. 】

The appearance and age of the centaur leader surprised the old shaman slightly.

Among the tribes and tribes of Finland, the people who can command the army are all experienced and strong, with rich combat experience and command experience, and most of these centaurs who have just come of age are just new recruits who have just been able to go to the battlefield.

No tribal chief would hand over the precious army of the tribe to these young men to command, and the factors of rashness, inexperience, impulsiveness, pretentiousness, arrogance, etc., will inadvertently bring these armies, the pillars of life of the tribe, into the abyss of death, which is a heavy lesson engraved in the history books, and no tribal chief will dare to violate these traditions inherited from their ancestors.

"Introduce myself, my name is Brand, and as you can see, I'm the leader of this centaur troop. ”

The centaur leader straightened the helmet on his head, stretched out his hand and shook the third hand's hand vigorously.

"I'm Gould, Gould Firerage, I'm not a werewolf, I'm a jackal. ”

"Oh, a gnoll shaman, that's rare. ”

Brand gouged hard with the hooves of his front feet, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

No wonder he was surprised, the shaman profession is really scarce among the jackals, often there is only one tribe, or even none, and among the orc tribes, a large number of shamans cannot be compared at all.

"Okay, there's no need to talk nonsense, you need to rest for the night, recuperate your spirits, replenish your strength, and go to Jutland tomorrow. ”

"Don't worry, with my team, you don't have to worry about those guys at all, even if it's a dragon, you can only take a detour when you see us. ”

Brand patted his chest and made a heavy sound, and said with a confident smile on his face.

"Probably tomorrow, you will be able to meet Her Highness Semiramis, and she will welcome you very much. ”