Beamon, to be honest, physiologically speaking, it is very difficult for such a large creature to survive in the main plane, because his size determines that he needs to consume a lot of food every day, and under normal circumstances, even if he eats twenty-four hours a day, the food he eats cannot provide for his consumption.

However, this is a world of magic and gods, and there are many things that cannot be explained by science, or the science that has developed so far is not enough to explain these phenomena.

In the face of Beamon's appearance, many Scandinavians went blank in their minds, they threw down their weapons, sat on the ground, looked up at the approaching huge figure, and couldn't say a word.

At this time, there is no way to express their feelings in words, no matter how eloquent people are, in the face of such a terrible existence, they will find how barren language is at this moment.

"No, don't be in a daze, be sober!"

Gorm shouted loudly, patting the warriors around him with one hand to wake them up, and the other hand grabbed the dwarven commander's collar and shook violently.

The previous backhand was at work at this time, all the dwarves were in a state of readiness, the ballista catapults and bed crossbows were loaded with ammunition, the same was true for the giants and treants, and a large number of stone balls were placed around them to keep them at their fingertips, reducing the time between throws as much as possible.

"Five hundred meters, I need you to be able to hit, understand? this is not a joke, there is no room for you to make mistakes, I mean you have to, you have to keep him out of me. ”

Gohm's spit sprayed the dwarven commander directly in the face, but the other party didn't care about this at this time, he swallowed the saliva, nodded, and turned to order his troops to prepare for the attack.

The mood of the treants quickly stabilized under the soothing of the elves, and the dwarves were no different, or even more simpler, as they untied the flask from their waists and poured a sip of strong liquor, suppressing their fears.

The real trouble is the giants, they live in the mountains all year round, and the biggest creature they have ever seen is the mammoth dragon, they can hardly believe that there is such a huge creature in this world.

The civilization of giants is very primitive and ignorant, in the concept of giants, the more powerful a person, the bigger the size, a strong person like Beamon with such a huge body, they have never seen some giants who are not strong-willed, actually kneeling on the ground, making prayers.

Gohm took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart, and did not vent it at this time, he reached out and grabbed the snow-capped mountain druid next to him, and said loudly.

"Now, immediately, immediately, cheer them up, and there are some things that don't keep me repeated. ”

Gorm actually wanted to keep his image, but he found it too difficult, he felt that these guys under him were not on the same level as him, at least not on the same channel as the airwaves.

"Yes...... Yes, I see. ”

The Snow Mountain Druid next to him nodded, he was not actually the leader of the Snow Mountain Druid, but this was not the time to care about other messy things, the first task was to deal with Beamon.

"[Rejoice]"

The aqua blue magic appeared on the giants, and the giants barely regained their spirits, and the pressure in their hearts was relieved, but not completely cleared, and the fear of Beamon still existed, and affected the use of their power.

Then the snowy mountain druid turned into a white dragon and flew into the sky above the giant, reminding them loudly, letting the short words make them understand that there is no time for them to be afraid, the guy on the other side is the enemy, the enemy must be defeated, if you can't defeat it, you will perish, the Attila army will not accept their surrender, they will kill any enemy.

At that moment, a series of muffled noises came from a distance, and the mere sound of this sound reminded one of the mountain peaks shattered by the earthquake, and when I looked up, the stone projectiles fired from the catapults and ballistas had already smashed into Beamon's body.

The huge stones that hit one of them turned into countless pieces, and it looked like fireworks that could only be seen at the big festivals, without glowing fireworks, and then turned into a rain of stones, falling downward.

The gnolls guarding Beamon's surroundings had to dodge, but even so, there were still quite a few gnolls who were injured by these stones, or were killed directly, and they wanted to leave Beamon's side in fear, but the white bears around them, as overseers, shouted loudly and let them continue to maintain their formation.

Beamon is very powerful, and his strength has been proven in the great battles, even the Kareliana Treant who has existed for an unknown number of years is no match for this beast.

However, this does not mean that Beamon has no weaknesses, his huge size is also his weakness, and if a human like Beowulf, with great strength and a small body, keeps attacking Beamon's body, creating wounds, Beamon will also feel a great headache.

Tigers may be able to kill their prey easily, but they can't do anything about their own bugs.

The surrounding gnolls and the white bears are used to deal with the preparation of possible bugs, the white bears are Atila's personal guards, and even the white bears have been sent out to join the battlefield, it is conceivable that Atila really intends to end this war today.

"[Weakness]"

"[Blindness]"

The Scandinavian spellcasters are trying their best to unleash all kinds of magic on Beamon, but the effect is very limited, the power of both sides is not at the same level at all, and these spells are completely unable to interfere with Beamon's presence.

As Beamon advanced, the obstacles and barbed wire that were placed on the battlefield were directly trampled into pieces, and they could not play a role in Beamon at all, of course, the corpses of the jackals left on the battlefield were also trampled into flesh, and it was unbearable disgusting just to look at them.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way quickly, don't gather together, spread out quickly. ”

The captains on the city walls were loudly conveying Gohm's orders, and at this time ordinary soldiers were no longer important to the battle situation, and they had to save more power to use them where they were needed, such as killing more gnolls and killing those who joined the battlefield.

As for why you should avoid it...... They knew something about Beamon, and they knew that Beamon had the means to attack from a distance, and he could also throw a stone ball, no, that size shouldn't be called a stone ball, it was just a small hill.

Think about it, what can an ordinary Scandinavian warrior who can't even resist a stone ball do to stop the smaller and heavier hill that Beamon throws, and at that time, it will be completely too late to prepare.

"It seems that I won the gamble this time, Alice. ”

Semiramis looked solemnly at the terrible behemoth and said slowly.

She wanted to use other topics to ease the solemn atmosphere, but this was obviously a failure, and even she herself didn't have the heart to joke at this time, she had seen Beamon before, and she had attacked Beamon.

But it was on the top of the sea, and she had a man like Kraken, who reigned supreme in the sea, and on land, she saw Beamon's terrible appearance for the first time.

Semiramis was thinking about what way he could deal with Beamon's attack if he was replaced by Golm who was in the city at this time, no, not just Beamon's attack, from the perspective of a third party, Semiramis could clearly see that in Beamon's rear position, the mammoth troops of the Attila Army also began to move, ready to join the battlefield.

This time, the Atila army threw in all the mammoths, and a full ten strong mammoths followed behind Beamon, using Beamon's huge body to cover their figures, and it is conceivable that when the Scandinavians focused on Beamon, these mammoths would give the other side a surprise blow.

"Alice, if it were you, what would you do to deal with this beast. ”

Semiramis, who failed to change the subject, sighed, and she pointed to the figure of the Beamon Behemoth, and asked as she watched the Scandinavians keep attacking without achieving any effect.

"There is no such a good way, such a power is beyond the scope of mortals can deal with it, I also told you about the previous war, only the power above the legend can deal with Beamon. ”

"Dragons?"

"No, even the Red Dragon, known for its strength, is no match for Beamon, and by legend I mean demigods like me, or like Gilgamesh, Cyrus, and Ramses, and only demigods with the power of gods and the blood of gods in their bodies can be Beamon's opponents. ”

It's just that as Beamon's opponent, not the person who can defeat Beamon, when facing Beamon in the previous war, it was just a fluke to be able to win, and there was no way to replicate it, and if she did it again, Alice didn't have any confidence at all to win.

"It's a pity. ”

Alice looked at Beamon, who was moving forward, and said lightly.

"You mean, the trap before, it seemed that the three-headed mammoth had achieved the record before, but now it seems that it is indeed a pity, if the trap is still there, now this Beamon can directly restrain his movements. ”

"It's useless to directly restrict his movements, restricting his movements, their attacks can't cause any damage to Beamon, you see, the catapults and ballistas made by the dwarves are very powerful, and those treemen are also doing their best to attack, and you can see the result. ”

The catapults and ballistas are firing ammunition without mentioning, and they are already in a state of complete overload, but this is not the time to think about these things, even if these tools will break in the next second, the dwarves must continue to hold on, if there is no way to stop Beamon's advance, they will not have any future.

The Treants had given up throwing stone projectiles, and they were throwing huge seeds bound up with vines, and the seeds that had been sprinkled on the ground took root and sprouted quickly, and bound towards Beamon's feet and body.

However, this had no effect, and with a slight lift of his foot, Beamon uprooted the vines, and the vines that grew on him did not need to be considered at all, because they could not even break through Beamon's skin.

"Don't waste your efforts, use these!"

The dwarven commander rushed to the giant's feet and shouted loudly, but fortunately, the dwarf's voice was naturally loud, so that his voice reached the giant's ears in the chaos of the battlefield.

The giant lowered his head, looking at the direction pointed by the dwarf's finger, his eyes lit up, and he put down the stone bullet in his hand, in just a few minutes, these giants were already sweating, and their physical strength was losing a lot, maybe it would not be long before they could continue to fight.

But what he saw now took over his whole eye, it was the javelins that had been placed on the carriage, the javelins made of pure steel had a metallic luster in the sunlight, and the surface of the javelins was carved with wonderful patterns, all engraved with magic that increased sharpness, and even the skin of a dragon could be easily pierced.

This is a javelin usually used to hunt large creatures, and the White Bear Man, who once belonged to Sigoaney, used this javelin to successfully hunt a white dragon, and it can be said that among all the weapons forged by the dwarves, such a javelin is in a high position.

Correspondingly, the production of these javelins is very low, these are basically all the stocks of the dwarves, of course, if they die in the hands of this Beamon today, then there is nothing to do, these treasures placed in the warehouse will only cheapen their enemies and become the trophies that their enemies use to show off.

The giants were very happy, they were a very simple race, holding the new toys provided by the dwarves, they were laughing and discussing loudly, and for a moment even the fear of Bimon dissipated.

The weapons provided by the dwarves gave them a new sense of confidence, and the number of these javelins was not large, but it was worth giving each giant one, and they adjusted their breathing a little to restore their bodies to their best condition, and only when they were in the best condition did they attack.

Now that Beamon was very close to them, they didn't have much chance or time to waste, and if they didn't want to be killed here, they had to seize the only chance...... Even the stingy dwarves took out the contents of the bottom of the box, and the giants said that they could not be inferior.

They're giants, and they have to be called giants anyway.