Richard drove the scaly-clad beast past the periphery, the edges of the hard scales like sharp blades under the blessing of speed, cutting countless small mouth-like wounds on the rubbed flesh. At the same time, he adjusted the direction of the riding spear slightly, and as soon as his hand sank, the jackal stuck to the riding spear like a meat skewer.

The deranged gnolls had long since lost all their minds, and some of them were brandished with weapons and tried to chase Richard, but he easily called them out one by one with a rifle.

The vast majority of the rest did not react, and continued to fight like beasts with the mercenaries in the car formation. The craziest even dropped their weapons in favor of fighting with claws and fangs. Even if the sword is pierced through the chest, he doesn't care, and he desperately eats the flesh and blood of his enemies, like a ferocious ghost from hell.

The competition between mercenaries and gnolls for blood is beginning to reach its peak, and the mercenaries with fewer numbers are faintly on the verge of collapsing. The continuous fitting impact of the jackal even caused the wedged carriage to slowly retreat, and the stake that was deeply inserted into the ground was broken violently!

Gunther had never seen a gnoll when he was in the Far Arctic Ice Field, but at the moment, with the sharpness of a hunter, he had figured out some ingenuity. He led his people all the way to charge like a tiger, but twenty paces away, he suddenly stopped slowly, and took the spear from his back and held it in his hand.

The gnolls' frenzied brains did not react to this, and continued to besiege the chariot tirelessly, unaware of the approaching mortal danger.

The barbarians smiled very simply, like old farmers who saw the ripe wheat fields and were satisfied with the harvest.

Aim, charge, throw.

Their muscles are as perfect as sculptures of classical heroes, and the cold winds of the far north infuse them with wild power. Dense raindrops of spears rose into the air, reaching the highest point and then falling suddenly, like a swooping hunting goshawk.

Then came the second wave, the third wave......

Barbarians often hunt thick-skinned mammoths with their spears in clusters, and can even break hard volcanic rock into pieces. The sound of sharp blades entering the flesh continued to sound, and three full waves, one hundred and fifty spears, calmly fired from twenty paces behind them, retained unimaginable power and accuracy, and in an instant, they inflicted a devastating blow on the jackals.

The sharp edges pierced through the torso, and it was difficult to resist even if they were wearing armor, and the caravan mercenaries who couldn't hold it instantly felt empty in front of them.

No matter how burning the fighting spirit is, it will be drowned out by blood and death, and the reason of the gnolls has begun to regain the high ground, but it is already too late. The barbarians rushed up to give them the last requiem.

"Tsk. Richard witnessed the whole process.

Twenty paces is almost face-to-face on the battlefield, and it only takes a blink of an eye for any adult gnolll to cross. The barbarians were separated by such a distance, and they threw in a row, and even had the leisure to make neat waves.

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and this kind of behavior is a waste of time! It is a waste of life! It is a complete rookie behavior!

But the gnolls who were one step away did not react to this, and were really defeated by this joking attack.

He shook his head, not knowing what to say. A moderate amount of belligerence may help to increase combat effectiveness, but it is so belligerent that the gnolls are destined to be teased as fools. The barbarians' spear-and-spear tactics were very simple, but they were tried and tested against the natives of the wilderness.

A lot of experience was recorded in this battle, and the barbarians who had already accumulated a lot of experience began to be promoted in batches. A full sixteen "Barbarian Spearmen" were promoted to "Barbarian Warriors", and one previously promoted "Barbarian Warrior" was promoted again to the rank 5 "Barbarian Giant Axe Warriors".

The people are still those people, but the overall rank has improved the military strength of the mountain fort to a higher level.

The improvement brought by each promotion of the soldiers of the system is huge, fifty barbarian spearmen and fifty barbarian warriors are completely two concepts, the former can only be said to be good, and the latter can be regarded as a hegemon in the wilderness.

The gnolls who plundered the caravan were over, and the crisis was resolved.

But the mercenaries still did not put down their weapons, and their eyes were as vigilant as before, and the guerrillas even quietly rewound their crossbows.

This famous weapon has an effective range of more than 300 steps, and it can even shoot through plate armor within 50 steps with heavy armor-piercing arrows.

The barbarians couldn't stand this, and scolded and tried to do it, but were stopped by Richard.

The mercenaries' fears were not unfounded - the gnolls were routed by them, but in the lawless land of the wilderness, the enemies of the enemy were not necessarily friends. It's not just the natives who become bandits during the day and at night, but humans also like to buy and sell without capital, or even prefer.

But being able to understand doesn't mean that he doesn't mind, Richard looked at the mercenaries with serious faces condescendingly, and smiled very coldly - sitting down and chasing the wind is even heavier than a fully loaded carriage, and it only takes a full-speed charge to knock the cart array apart, so what's the point of putting on a defensive stance.

Maybe it's not unacceptable to really make a cameo as a robber.

"Lay down your arms, you have proven your mettle. ”

The cloaked archer on the roof of the carriage jumped to the ground with an unusually light movement. He untied his bow and arrow and the dagger on his leg and handed it to the mercenary beside him, and lifted the hood that had been hanging over his head as he walked towards Richard.

It's actually a woman, and it's quite a beautiful woman.

Richard boasted that he was well-informed, and he had seen a lot of all kinds of natural and artificial beauties, and he was somewhat resistant to beauty, but he still couldn't help but be slightly distracted by those starry eyes.

"I am Baron Richard, the master of Alpine Castle. He sat on the back of chasing the wind, pretending to bow his head slightly, and put on a noble old man's style.

"I am Anne, a merchant from the Voya Firm, and thank you for your selfless help. ”

Anne's facial features were extremely fair and delicate, and her short shoulder-length blond brown hair was combed all to one side in an unequal hairstyle, revealing the other side of the ear, which was much sharper than normal.

- Distinctly half-elf, she's a half-elf descendant.

Although Pompeii officials are not bored enough to make any ranking of the top ten trading houses, among the people, the Voya trading house is indeed recognized as one of the top three famous trading houses in the northeastern province, and has long monopolized the local timber and tea business.

It is said that they also have a close relationship with the elves, which can be confirmed by the Anne in front of them.

"It's nothing, my men are the best warriors, and the gnolls don't have a lot to worry about. Richard smiled in what he thought was the most handsome and dashing of all kinds.

Gunther next to him turned his face away and pouted, his lord's tone was very different from usual, making him feel like he had attracted lice.