Warriors often have an inexplicable 'superstition' about their own instincts.

As a pure warrior, a legendary warrior who had climbed back from the River Styx several times, Kuth trusted his instincts in particular.

This instinct, as if 'fate' was colliding head-on, has saved him several times.

Therefore, as soon as Kuth saw the fine frost that seemed to have life force from the gnoll's wound and spread down the spine of his sword, he immediately kicked Holtz in the chest, trying to pull out his broadsword stuck in the opponent's shoulder blade and move away from the abnormal gnolls.

His instinct as a warrior made it impossible for him to give up his weapon easily.

To give up a weapon on the battlefield is to give up one's own life.

But this instinct made him lose the best chance to get out.

The strength of this gnoll is simply amazing, and the sudden frost makes him feel like he can't extricate himself for a while.

One has not yet stepped into the legend and has the inhuman power comparable to that of a giant monster, even if it is not, does this guy still have the ability to cast spells?

At that moment, Marshal Kuth, who was the only one in the Arcane Brotherhood's upper echelons who couldn't cast spells, was a little sour.

Almost as soon as he stepped out, it was as if he heard a sigh from the mouth of the jackal, like a wisp of wind in the bitter winter, centering on the two, freezing everything within a radius of dozens of feet.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the frost swept over the chilling spine of the sword, over his strong and powerful arms, over his tall and majestic body, and over his originally colorful vision.

It's like everything you see in your eyes is blooming with ice crystal flowers.

The two warriors who fought to the death seemed to have turned into a solemn ice sculpture, and the jackal who knelt on one knee had a smile of sudden satisfaction on the corner of his mouth, and the shock and incredulity in the eyes of the legendary warrior seemed to stay at that moment.

It's as if you've really been shot in the face by the frost breath of the silver dragon.

"Thank you. ”

His vision fell into a snow-white color, and he seemed to hear a thank you from the gnoll:

"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to duel like a warrior in this situation, and for finally seeing a little bit of the road ahead on the road of charging for the third time in my life.

"Have you ever felt the sense of despair that you have done everything you have, but you are still being ruthlessly crushed by fate?

'What the hell is this gnoll talking about?'

The sudden freezing of ice made Marshal Kuth's head feel sluggish for a moment.

"I was once the hope of the whole pack of jackals, and like many of my brothers, I fought in the dark lands under the command of a black dragon.

"We gnolls are really not afraid of death, and sometimes death is more like a relief.

"We're afraid... It's alive, but there's never hope.

"Every time, I set out on the journey with the consciousness of death, but when I returned, I found that the milk sacs of my mates were dried up, and the cubs in the group were still hungry.

"Growing up gnolls continue to die in this senseless battle, sometimes encountering difficult hunting targets, and perhaps the death of several jackals in the prime of life is also the norm.

"We are like weeds in the wasteland, maybe a gust of wind will come and fall.

"Now, I've finally come to understand that sometimes, choices are more important than hard work or even risking your life.

"And I, back then, had already made the wisest choice.

"Now that we are on the road destined to glory, what do I have to hesitate about?

"The great and generous master has given me the best gifts, the body of a dragon and the strength of winter.

"In that case, I still have the luxury of wisdom, and I have to do some special spells.

"I'm a dragon-blooded gnolloll warrior who has received the gift of the silver dragon, and as long as I don't toss myself to death, I'm destined to become strong!

"So, isn't it enough to be reckless?"

The frozen Kuth actually felt that the words of the gnoll man had reached his heart.

Yes, the choice is really important sometimes, choose the right one, do more with less, choose the wrong one, everything is in vain.

If it weren't for the chairman's support, he would have been just a pirate begging for a living at sea...

! I'm thinking about something!

It's really troublesome to be dragged like this any longer!

Sensing the killing intent from the gnolls, the heart in Kuth's chest beat like a pump, sending hot blood to his numb body.

Fine cracks began to spread on the two ice sculptures.

"For the president!"

"Zeellandia !!"

Boom!

The ice burst open.

It's as if the frozen space-time is back in flow.

Poof!

Kuth kicked the gnoll leader in the chest, and the broadsword torn from the other's shoulder brought out thousands of crystal beads of blood.

And Holtz also bit Kuth's wrist violently, and actually tore off half of the right palm of the Marshal Luscan.

The two let out a painful roar at the same time, and then separated.

The gnoll man was almost embedded in the stone wall by the terrifying explosive power of the legendary warrior, most of his silver hair was dyed almost blood, and the huge gap in his shoulder could even see the wriggling internal organs.

But even after such a fatal blow, the gnoll man still grinned at the corners of his mouth, coughing up blood while staring at the other party and smiling wantonly:

"Ahem!ha Ahem. ”

It's as if he's done something that he can brag about his good brothers and colleagues when he returns to the territory, but he doesn't care about his life or death at all.

"Made, what a madman!"

The legendary warrior from Luskan staggered back two steps as he didn't suffer any serious damage, but neither the severing of half of his palm nor the predicament of being left by a gnolla who was not yet a legend no longer tingled his nerves.

Reason was telling him that he didn't care about the life or death of this 'beast', and the most important thing now was to organize his own people and quickly ignite the alchemical powder in the cliff hill.

As long as the cliffs and valleys are blown up and these Northland coalition troops are buried and blocked here, even if all the people he brought out this time are wiped out, it will still be their Luskan victory!

Wait a minute!

The alchemy gunpowder was also buried by this damn gnoll!

But he's only one man, and there's a guard patrolling every day, and even if he does, he can't make all the arrangements go wrong.

Damn! In that case, the explosion will probably not be powerful enough!

Thinking of this, Kuth could no longer hold back the anger and killing intent in his heart, roared angrily, and dragged the big sword to dance a big whirl in midair, and was about to slash at the head of the gnoll leader.

There was a loud bang.

The top of the cave collapsed abruptly, and countless boulders rolled down, and Kuth, who sensed the danger, immediately stopped, raised his broadsword to make a defensive gesture, and then heard a voice:

"Need my help?"

"Of course! ”

The weakened Holtz seemed to have anticipated the arrival of the other party, even if the other party might be a second late, and he would be in a different place.

"Then let me blow you up!aha!"

It was a new line that a red-robed mage had recently copied from his lord.

Five fiery fireballs blasted in from above the hole.

The remaining ice cubes in the cave melted instantly.

"Fisher, I'll fuck your uncle!!"

After seeing the quantity and quality of the fireball, the Jackal Commander, who was still generous to death at any time, immediately changed his complexion, and rolled towards the cave with his hands in front of his chest.

Marshal Kuth also showed an unwilling look, raising his sword in front of his chest, and at the same time retreating backwards like a nimble ape, with a magical protective scroll shattered in the wind at his feet.

Several more violent explosions caused the cave to collapse entirely.

And a gnoll with charred hair pounced out of the hole, and the bleeding had stopped, and the smell of northland barbecue was permeated.

But the figure of Marshal Luskan seemed to have disappeared.

"! One of the five generalissimos of Luskan! That's it, faster than a groundhog in the field!"

The runes on the braincase of the red-robed mage who fell from mid-air were even more dazzling than the remnant sun in the sky, and they were imposing.

It was as if the legendary warrior had fled in fear of his fame.

"I..."

Holtz glanced speechlessly at the Priestess of the Moon, the Legendary Dwarf, and Lord 'Tyri', who were rushing behind Fisher, and had no strength to accuse the old partner of shamelessness.

Even if he really became a legendary gnoll warrior one day, he would definitely run faster than the Marshal Luskan when he suddenly realized that three veteran legends were coming to kill him.

He has already comprehended the essence of recklessness, but he also knows how to write the words 'looking for death'.

......

Under the blood-colored remnant sun, after losing the threat of ambush shooting from the highlands, the entire Northland coalition army had already poured into the dry river like a flood, and then turned into countless tributaries and interspersed with the mountain walls on both sides.

This war was almost doomed from the moment Holtz succeeded in penetrating the enemy's army.

It's been a long time since there has been a major war in the Northlands.

Due to the threat of Orcs and Trolls in the Northland, at least there has been no decent war between human city-states for at least a few hundred years.

The Luskans have studied Kelburn's style of leading troops, and they have also studied the tactics of the Silvermoon Federation against the Northern Orcs, which are not too out of line.

The latter, in particular, is a group of knights who believe in Tyr, Heim, and Mekelly, and the Knights of the Silver Moon stand out as a dignified one.

In their expectation, Eighty percent of the cities that were too far away would not attack them from land, so only the Silvermoon Federation and Minas Stirris, who didn't seem to have much of a decent record other than fighting trolls.

Under such information from friends and enemies, Luskan, who was already almost pouring out, only sent Marshal Kuth, a marshal on the northern front, to carry out such a special task.

In their minds, even if the Northland coalition army sensed their sinister intentions and did not directly send strong men and elites into the cliff hill through the cliff hill buried with alchemy gunpowder to eliminate the risk, under that complex and labyrinthine terrain, they could completely fight guerrilla warfare with them, how could it drag on for a while.

I'm afraid I never thought that such an upright opponent would be completely distorted by a group of strange relatives who came out of the dark region, who had been nurtured and reviled for many years under the rule of Drow, and who were accustomed to conspiracies and surprise attacks.

But at this moment, even the knights from the Silver Moon Federation are watching their allies slaughter in all directions with a 'sun dog' gaze.

Under ordinary circumstances, ordinary human soldiers who have undergone training are only low-level warriors of the third or fourth level, and even mid-level monsters dare not stand in the way of charging with the blessing of war horses.

However, the terrain of the cliff hill is complicated, and almost everyone dismounts to fight.

Normally, ordinary soldiers can fight against ordinary goblin goblins, and they may have to fight one-on-one against bear goblins, and at least three of them must fight together against frost-blooded orcs.

If you are unfortunate enough to encounter a hill giant with rough skin and thick flesh and infinite strength, it is destined to be difficult to deal with in a short period of time without relying on a little heavy weapon, and if you encounter a hill giant going crazy, you will have to pay heavy casualties.

But at this time, the monster coalition forces that were completely poisoned by several jars of Holtz's energy potions were basically fighting on their own, as if they were being cut wheat.

But Zelandia's gang also struck as if they had been drugged, relying on themselves to wear a heavy armor like a beetle, and they swarmed up to Xia Ji to slash under a war roar.

Some of the officers, whom they called company commanders, were even armed with a chainsaw sword that could not be turned, and when the sword slashed down, the blood gushing out like tomato juice could splash more than ten feet away.

The terrifying scene of bloody hulasa's internal organs flying all over the sky made some of the silver moon recruits from noble backgrounds vomit on the spot.

A warrior had just been smashed out by an ogre's stalagmite, and rolled twice on the ground, causing the military priest to shake his head with his [Healing Technique] and [Holy Light Shield] before rushing up again.

Boom!

I don't know who shot the head of the mad ogre with the Demon Splitting Crossbow, and the headless corpse immediately fell, but his skull was knocked by his comrades with the spine of their swords, and several Zelandia warriors looked back and glared angrily:

"Shoot you! This brainless ogre still uses a crossbow? This magic crossbow arrow goes down, let alone the head! Not a single ear can be found!

"It's all a battle feat!"

Seeing this scene, the Silver Moon Knights, who had not fought a serious battle for decades, finally came to their senses and patted their heads:

"Yes! This is all a battle feat! Hurry up! Rush! Don't be robbed by these bandits in Zelandia!"

The entire mountain is only four or five thousand monster legions, plus less than three thousand Luskans.

They are 40,000 against 8,000! The other party still looks like he has taken drugs and his brain is not very good, and this battle feats are like wheat growing in the ground, isn't it just robbery?

Hands are fast, hands are slow, brother!

The gang killed so fast that the Iron Golem, which was a little slower in the mountains behind them, had to follow behind them to eat dust, which came in handy when killing the Hill Giants.

Looking at these big men of the same size, those red-eyed hill giants finally left behind the Ruskan people who looked like broken dolls in their hands and warmly embraced the past...

Just when Silverwing covered his face with his hands and looked through the gap at the Silvermoon Knights, who were completely distorted by the bandit-like allies, he didn't know how to go back and explain to his wife.

Dazzling fires suddenly rose in many places on the cliffs.

It's just that this explosion came and went quickly, like a squib that had released the tide.

"Scare the old lady, Muradin's hammer, the old lady's beard!"

Marshal Kuth, who was chasing in the battlefield, swept her chin and let out a roar that resounded through the mountains.

On the other side, the red-robed mage, who had almost begun to clean up the battlefield, pointed to a few companies with the least successes:

"You guys, get all these alchemy gunpowders out, and they will be exposed to the sun on the road in the past few days, maybe they can still be used. ”