The current situation is that there are about a hundred bear men, leading four or five hundred rabbit-headed people to storm a ten-yard-long gap in the wall.

On the other side, the specific number of dwarven warriors Richard couldn't see from this angle, but since they were almost in a stalemate with the bear people, it should be about two or three hundred.

Richard put down his binoculars and turned back to the warriors of Alpine Fort, grinning at a mouth full of white teeth.

In the dark night, it seems that a fierce beast chooses people to devour.

"Ready, it's time for us to play. ”

Richard pulled out an exaggeratedly two-handed sword from his back and held it in his hand.

Since the last fight, he has figured out that the battlefield is not a ring, and the destructive power of opening and closing is far more important than the skill of light and swift.

Using a weapon weighing a few pounds like a regular Pompeii warrior was a complete waste of divine power, so Richard asked the blacksmith to build him this super heavy sword with a blade half a human height and a palm width.

The Starfall Steel Sabre, formerly known as the Dragon Slayer, was also melted into molten iron and mixed with a new sword to further increase its weight and hardness.

So the weight of the new sword came to a staggering seventy-two pounds, about the same as Nehru the kobold.

The lord's talent for naming is really lackluster, so the new sword is still called Dragon Slayer. If the last dragon slaying is still a bit of a title party suspicion, then this one at least looks very feasible.

Once the weight of the weapon crosses a certain threshold, it doesn't matter whether it's sharp or not, and the inertia carried by the slash alone is enough to smash a human-sized hardwood target to pieces.

Therefore, this greatsword has no blade at all, and it is completely Templar.

The barbarian warriors spread out battle formations on either side behind him.

The Arctic Ice Sheet is a land very different from Pompeii, and sometimes there is a magical polar night phenomenon that lasts for half a year. The barbarians whose ancestors had to live and fight in the dark had to learn to live and fight in the dark, so their night vision was among the highest in the entire human spectrum, and it was a complete breeze to deal with a night battle.

In contrast, the centaurs are a bit blind, and these excellent archers can only see a black shadow surging at the moment, and they are not aiming at all, and they are destined to play a supporting role.

Richard rushed to the front with his greatsword, and behind him were the equally silent barbarians.

The distance between the two sides was only a few hundred yards, and at full speed that meant there were still a few dozen breaths left before engagement.

The rabbit-headed man's big ears came in handy, and before the sect master noticed the anomaly from the abnormal footsteps, he immediately began to shout at the top of his voice.

Their voices were unpleasant, but for the Bears, it was a life-saving warning, allowing them to turn around and meet the enemy before they could attack.

The difficulty of charging in the dark was still too high, and the barbarians actually failed to maintain the formation they usually trained, and the two sides were completely chaotic and chaotic.

An earthy yellow halo of light fell out of mid-air to cover the barbarians in the front, and they suddenly felt their bodies sink and their skin perception became a little dull - this is the stone skin technique blessed by the troll shaman.

There was no need to probe and inquire, and the battle was fought with a thunderous momentum at the very beginning.

"Whew!" the first Bear Warrior was one of the few elite in iron armor, raising his head and letting out an earth-shattering roar like a beast, and his rusty iron axe slammed his head towards Richard.

The lord didn't have the slightest intention of backing down, and roared angrily and swung his weapon at the other's skull.

The moment the giant sword and the iron axe collided in the night sky, there was a thunderous explosion, and the sudden death of a series of sparks even made the eyes that were accustomed to the darkness feel dazzling.

Richard's mouth was numb, blood flowed out of the earthy yellow skin one by one, and the giant sword of the Miscellaneous Star Meteor Steel was also forced to collapse into a grain of rice. But the bear warrior was even more miserable, his iron axe was smashed and smashed by a huge and irresistible force, and the handle sank deep into his own bones, and the blood flowed with the rain in an instant.

The tall and burly warrior as tall as a little giant shook twice, and without leaving a word, he staggered and fell to the ground, never to be able to live again.

[EXP +257], the small characters on the side of the field of vision are slowly rising and fading.

Nehru shuddered and finished holding the fireball spell, only to find that the lord had already led the barbarians and the bear warriors into each other. The old kobold stole a glance at Hurt beside him, and reason prompted him to abandon the tempting idea of a pot and shoot the fireball that had already formed into the distance.

He began to prepare for bloodthirsty thaumaturgy again, and according to Nehru's experience from tribal warfare, it was appropriate to use blessing-type spells at this time, as long as it could ensure that the main body of the blessing range fell on his side, and it didn't matter if it was leaked to the enemy army at all.

But Hurt suddenly reached out and grabbed his slender arm, forcibly interrupting the process that had just begun.

"What for!"

Nehru was taken aback, and the shaman's interrupted spell casting was not a pleasant event, although it would not suffer a backlash like a human mage.

"Your Excellency said that you must not use bloodthirsty thaumaturgy without his orders. Hurt bites the word absolute very hard, and it is very convincing when combined with his powerful physique.

"Why?" As soon as the words came out, Nehru knew that it was a vain question to ask, where would the great dictator explain why, and if he dared to ask, it would definitely be another kick.

"Richard must have had his own ideas. With a smile on her face, her hands crumbling together, Anne's heart was by no means as calm as it seemed, "I think he's so talented at directing skirmishes." ”

The centaurs who stayed around were all nodding, and Nehru was not stupid enough to talk to them at this time, so he had to watch the battle situation in front of him dryly.

The Highland Barbarians are already the tallest of humans, but they are still clearly dwarfed by the bears.

There is a general rule between the many types of intelligent life, that is, there is a positive correlation between body size and strength, and the strength that can be accommodated by a body weight of 500 pounds is stronger than that of 200 pounds.

Therefore, the powerful races tend to be very tall, and the occasional exception such as the dwarves is also very horizontally developed.

According to this law, the barbarians should be inferior in strength to the bearmen, because they are a full circle smaller.

And in a large-scale melee, the advantage brought by the crushing of power is difficult to make up for by anything else.

The warring sides bumped into each other without hesitation, and the shouts of killing and the collision of blades suddenly became fierce, and after a while, the victory and defeat were two points, and it was actually the bear man who was knocked down.

The barbarian warriors of Gaoshan Fort are no longer the original group of turtles swaying on the ice field, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the changes brought to them by the system's attribute blessings are earth-shaking, which is enough to erase the gap in strength between the two.