Rurik is very embarrassed, as a legend who has successfully proven himself, but when facing a group of druids, he is still superior in numbers, and is so embarrassed by the opponent's use of magic and tactics.

No, this little bit of embarrassment doesn't make Rurik angry, as a person who can throw away the discipline without hesitation, use tricks to make Alice fall for a while, and be blown to the ground, he will not be angry because of this little embarrassment, this little injury.

He was angry that in front of him, his people were slaughtered by the other party, and they were killed without hesitation, which was something he couldn't bear, and as a leader, it was really incompetent to let the people who trusted him die.

The weapon in his hand was danced impenetrable, colliding with the giant palm that the giant bear slapped downward, and the cobweb-like cracks on the weapon made of stone were spreading, and the disadvantage of the weapon became a problem of reducing his combat effectiveness at this time.

This was already the best weapon he could get his hands on, and it was made from the stubborn rocks that had washed out of the river for an unknown number of years, and sharpened it little by little, but even so, when it came to fierce battles, it became Rurik's weakness and a burden to him.

If this trend continues, after a few hard encounters with the bear, the stone axe will become a cloud of shards and will become unusable, and at that point, Rurik will have to fight with his bare hands.

Rurik is not a guy like Beowulf, and without weapons, his combat effectiveness will be greatly weakened, and if a legend dies at the hands of a beast in a frontal battle, then he will really become famous, and he will become the laughing stock of the entire Baltic region, and the Novgorod clan will not be able to hold their heads up for a long time.

Besides, Rurik can't die here, he can't die at the hands of these Scandinavians, he finally found his long-time enemy, but he can't take revenge and turn it into a food delivery.

Moreover, if Rurik dies like this, then the Novgorodians, without the protection of legends, will not be able to continue to rule the land of Novgorod in this cruel world, in this cruel Rus' steppe.

What will happen when the time comes, look at the current Yeats, and you will be able to guess a thing or two, no, it should be much more miserable than those Yeats, after all, the Yeats have now taken refuge in the Baltic Empire and have a new territory, Les Island.

Clenching his teeth hard, blood flowed out of his gums, and his entire mouth was filled with the rusty smell of blood, and streaks of earthworm-like blood appeared in Rurik's eyeballs.

Anger did not make Rurik lose his mind, but only made his power stronger.

Judging by experience, he knew that the weapon in his hand would not last long, but it was enough, and he believed that he would be able to deal with the giant bear in front of him before the weapon collapsed, and complete the one-hit kill before the druids had time to heal.

Blood flowed through his body, his heart in his chest thumped faster than usual, and blue snake-like veins appeared on the surface of his skin, a silent wave of air blowing the snow on the ground.

Like a small tornado, exuding a terrifying majesty, Rurik is going to get serious, he doesn't plan to stay behind to deal with the druids in the back.

That's something to think about later, only now to get rid of these giant bears, the giant bears that are entangled with him and control his speed, can he be able to go and fight those druids for real time.

Vortices, tornadoes

Whoever sees Rurik spinning with an axe now can easily imagine these two terrible natural disasters in their minds...... No, no, it's not just associations, tornadoes are really forming.

The wind mixed with the blizzard, turning into pure white pillars, raging on the ground, and the giant bear that had just fought Rurik was already swept into it in the first place.

Holding an axe, spinning in place, this is very simple, as long as you can afford to hold a weapon, you can use a trick, and it also has a very cliché name [Whirlwind Slash].

Such a simple martial art has a terrible power among the Scandinavians, at least those who have experienced the first western expedition, the first time they fought against the Yeats led by Beowulf, and those who survived, will never forget that the whirlwind stained red with blood, like a harvester, harvested the enemies in front of them in rows, and cut them in half.

Storms, typhoons, hurricanes, tornadoes

With different names, but similar things, the tornado created by Rurik was very large, covering half of the battlefield, and the snowflakes in the range, whether it was snow on the ground or in the sky, were swept into it.

The bears that were charging towards this place were also swept up in it, but the strange thing was that the Novgorodians who were fighting the bears at close range were not affected, and they were rapidly retreating into the distance.

The white pillars that stirred up quickly rotated clockwise, and the people standing on the ground raised their heads and looked up at the sky, and could only see the entire pillar connecting heaven and earth, and could not see its boundaries.

The giant bears are roaring angrily, their own strength combined with the justice of magic allows them to maintain a certain combat effectiveness in such a storm, and they are trying to find a way, using both hands and feet, as if they were climbing outside.

However, it was already futile and useless, and as the white tornado formed and accelerated, a growing attraction was coming from the center of the tornado, firmly clinging to the giant bears and preventing them from leaving the place.

However, they soon had no intention of escaping the place, and in the tornado of countless snowflakes, their vision was already occupied by snowflakes, and because of the speed of rotation, the white had turned into a black afterimage.

Soon, they couldn't even see the afterimage, and the fragile eyeballs couldn't last long in such an environment, and turned into a reddish unknown object and melted into the tornado.

Blood kept flowing out of their eyes, and the giant bears were swept into the air with unwilling roars, and after leaving the ground, their powerful strength no longer had a point of focus.

It was at this time that these giant bears learned about Rurik, a legend with legendary strength, but who was suppressed by them with magic and tactics, what kind of terrifying power he had.

Rurik is not one of the dragons who has legendary strength as long as he is an adult, nor is he a son of a god who is destined to become a legend by birth, he is just an ordinary Novgorodian, and he can become a legend entirely because of his hard work and talent.

The legend of such an achievement is much stronger than other legends in terms of combat effectiveness, just like Beowulf, if you count it seriously, Alice can't be attributed to them because of the trace of divinity in her body.

Leaving the earth and being in the midst of the tornado, the bears felt it, and they understood how terrible this tornado, this thing that can destroy forests, crush villages, destroy an army, and be called by the people in awe and called a natural disaster, and attributed to the divine punishment of the gods, is terrible.

It is hard for those who have not experienced it to imagine that in such a high-speed rotating tornado, every small ice crystal is like a sharp blade that is spinning.

In the midst of this tornado, how many ice crystals and snowflakes do we have? tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or more billions?

This is something that no one can calculate, and even the gods will choose to give up

One second, or two seconds, or is it faster than the transmission of nerves, faster than the rotation of consciousness?

The bears don't know it, because they've lost the notion of even knowing it.

Fur, fat, flesh, bones

The things on these giant bears, their proud strong bodies, vanished in a matter of seconds, turning into a touch of red in the tornado, and quickly vanished.

After more than ten minutes, the tornado slowly dissipated, and the ground frozen by the cold fell to a height of about half a meter.

The Novgorodians in the distance let out a small cheer, and they rushed over and surrounded Rurik, carefully watching the surroundings in a circle, and in the center of the place, the shamans were holding herbs and performing magic to heal Rurik's injuries.

Although the Giant Bears have been wiped out in the whirlwind created by the [Whirlwind Slash] just now, the main enemy, the Druids, has not yet come to the frontal battlefield to have a final battle with them.

Now Rurik is injured and will not be able to fight for a short time, so the next battle can only rely on their own, with the hole cards in their hands to fight the druids, complete their revenge, and kill these guys who killed their relatives and destroyed their land.

Rurik was injured, the clothes on his body had been reduced to pieces in the tornado just now, the weapon in his hand was only a handle, and the large and small blood vessels under the skin did not know how much had burst, and his whole body was frozen with blood.

"It's really unexpected, I didn't expect that Beowulf's tricks would be used by a traitor in this land after such a long time. ”

The young figure of the druid youth appeared in the ears of every Novgorodian, the words of resentment, with a chill that could freeze the hot water.

The druids were unharmed, they were not affected by the tornado just now, although they had known such a thing for a long time, but the Novgorodians still felt a tightness in their hearts when the enemy was appearing in front of them unscathed.

After that, the battlefield fell silent, and only the fierce north wind still howled...... All the Novgorodians clenched their weapons and took out the last long-range weapon from their bosom and from their backs, axes or javelins.

Close combat is the best solution against a druid, or any other spellcaster, and it's something everyone knows, and it's the hardest thing to do.

Perhaps only one out of ten casters who died died in close combat, and nine times out of ten they were attacked, such as the legends who died at the hands of Hassan and made their name famous.

The Novgorodians, after Rurik's injury, regained their calm, fierce hearts, and cool heads, making their situation very strange, and they even believed that even if they went berserk now, their brains would not become impulsive and confused because of madness.

It is not surprising that Rurik was a kind leader who cared for his people, and the Novgorodians also loved Rurik with all their hearts.

Not because of orders, not because of interests, not because of any other complicated thing, the Novgorodians are truly grateful to Rurik for everything they have done for them, for everything they have given them.

The affection between the two of them is mutual, Rurik can surrender Alice for them and do his best for them on the battlefield, and they can also die for Rurik, let go of the hatred in their hearts for him, and fight the druid with a normal heart.

Because of this, they also believe that melee defeat and killing these druids is something that only their leader Rurik can do, and that they need to use other means, such as tactics, such as skill.

There is no way, this is the only way for the weak to defeat the strong, and it is also the only possibility, just like Rurik, who is obviously a legendary powerhouse, was forced into a desperate situation by a group of druids who did not even reach the legend, and had to use such a means of pressing the bottom of the box in the hope of changing the entire battle situation.

Contrary to Novgorod's expectations, what came out of the forest in the distance was not the druid youth who had just spoken ruthlessly, nor was it any other existence that could be called a beast, more powerful than a giant bear.

Rather, it is a vole, a kind of rat that is only the size of a palm, and can only live under the snow in winter, and survives by gnawing on the roots of grass, which is at the lowest end of the food chain in the north, and is only a little better than insects as the food of all living things.

However, the Novgorodians ...... They looked at the voles rushing out with a grim look on their faces, without the slightest smile, and everyone held their breath and held their weapons tightly.

Rushing towards them, you can't only see them in terms of voles, they are endless and endless rushing out of the forest, an incalculable number of white voles, composed of white voles.

…… It's really a sea of white!