As a wild hero, the bear people are definitely not weak, they are not lacking in strength and blood, and they are born with the ability to rely on violence to eat.

The most ordinary bear warriors can easily take down three or five heavily armed Pompeii soldiers with their bare hands, and it will not be too much of a problem to gather and charge hard.

It's a pity that their opponents are stronger - strength, equipment, martial arts, backup, fighting spirit, all of them are a little ahead, and the accumulation is an insurmountable gap.

What's more, they are now facing not only the Alpine Castle, but also the Dwarves in front of them.

Fighting on two sides is a taboo at any time, and it will greatly damage the determination and courage of the soldiers.

Gunther and several high-ranking barbarian greataxe warriors armed with twin axes followed Richard and formed the sharpest assault blades.

On the premise of sufficient strength, relative thinness has become an advantage. It's hard for those goal-like bear warriors to be agile enough to keep up with them.

Richard stooped down to pick up a tomahawk, flicked his round shoulders and threw it towards the crowd in front of him.

There was no possibility of missing the distance between the face and the crossbow, and the axe with a power comparable to a bed crossbow disappeared into the crowd in an instant.

The blades rolled, blood splattered, and dying screams rang out one after another.

"Follow me!" Gunther immediately took the lead and rushed in the direction of the throwing axe, and the other party launched a counterattack not to be outdone.

Both sides were trying to attack and push their own lines in the direction of their opponents, and both were trying to physically destroy the enemy as much as possible, but the result was that the mountain fort continued to advance and the bears retreated one after another.

Many bear warriors have discovered that the ability of these barbarians wearing iron armor and blessed with stone skin techniques is too exaggerated, and it is actually themselves who suffer from them.

If the suzerains still have some resistance, then the rabbit-headed people who follow behind the ass are really bloody, and these vassal warriors are even weaker than the fat pork in the face of the meat grinder.

The barbarians didn't even attack them, a single swipe was enough to crush the rabbit-head's slender bones.

Richard was moving forward step by step, leaving behind countless fresh minced flesh and stumps, and the hot blood made the ground muddy even beneath his feet.

Facing the barbarian bear warrior is only suffering, and facing the lord of the mountain castle is simply being slaughtered. Their simple minds couldn't understand how this little man had so much power!

A rough and loud shout began to ring out among the bear warriors, and with this shout they began to slowly shrink and retreat.

After all, it can be regarded as a strong party, but it will not collapse because of this setback.

It's just that the addition of new forces makes them realize that they are no longer able to achieve their goal, and they are not willing to squander their precious tribal warriors in meaningless battles.

Before leaving, the bear people left a lot of rabbit-headed people to break off, and these rabbits didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup they had been poured into, but they were really loyal and rushed up to delay the enemy's pursuit with their lives.

Richard took the giant sword and let go of the half-arc rabbit-headed man at once, and watched the tower-like bear man gradually disappear into the night.

Although they suffered a big loss, they still maintained considerable composure and morale, and even had the leisure to take away a few corpses of their own clan when they retreated, and they were not a rout army that would be easily slaughtered.

"Stop chasing. "The lord stopped the eager brute.

The lure of systematic advancement allowed the Alpine Fort warriors to maintain high morale for a long time, and they were very proactive, with the side effect that they were inevitably too belligerent at times.

If you compare the army to a war horse, they are obviously the most violent kind. The difficulty of mastering is not how to start, but how to stop.

"Richard. Anne trotted over with the centaurs and the shaman, and before she could say a word.

In the distance, a loud ghost cry suddenly sounded in the night, followed by the bearman's distinctive low roar, and the sound of iron tools colliding soon followed.

Everyone in Gaoshan Fort looked at each other, although it was too far away to see what was happening, but listening to this movement, the fool also knew that it was the bear man who was ambushed on the way to retreat.

Richard raised his hand and thrust the greatsword into the ground, the soil under his feet became soft from the blood, and the blade suddenly disappeared halfway.

He now finally realized how chaotic a melee could be—while the bears were preparing to assault the dwarven tribes, there were also people who had their eyes on them with the idea of praying mantis catching cicadas.

"Annie. Richard waved at the bewildered half-elves, "I'll go see if I can talk to those dwarfs first." ”

The dwarves are at the center of the storm of this brawl and are very vigilant. Even if the mountain fort actually helped them defeat a strong enemy, those dwarven guard warriors did not let their guard down in the slightest.

Looking through the gap in the wall, you can see patches of silver glittering, the reflection of the dwarven infantry armor. They were guarded with shields, silent as rocks.

The dwarves know very well that the enemy of their enemy is not necessarily a friend, but may also be another group of vultures.

"You all stay where you are. Richard reached out and nodded at the barbarians, centaurs, and a few shamans.

"Boss, you're too dangerous to be alone. Gunther carried an axe and tried to follow.

"No, I don't have to. ”

The lord picked up an oak-clad iron mountain shield left by the bearman to cover his body, and under the watchful eyes of the dwarves and the Alpine Fort guards, he walked to the gap in the wall step by step without hurry.

As he got closer, he could see two wooden arrow towers behind the wall, and from the vague silhouette of them, they should have bed crossbows.

Richard really didn't expect the dwarves to even have this thing, and hid it a little more tightly with a mountain shield.

Anne and the two of them were bored on the road before, and shared a lot of information, from the estimation of the strength of the wilderness tribe to how to perfect the boiled egg, but it did not include the fact that the dwarf tribe had a bed crossbow.

There's no need for Anne to hide this kind of thing, nine times out of ten, she really doesn't know.

And this kind of large-scale war equipment is by no means something that can be made in a short period of time, not to mention a small tribe, even Pompeii.

Richard smacked his lips, although the dwarves are considered to be a very honest race to their friends among the people, and are often portrayed as lacking eyes in their stomachs, but in fact, those who think they lack eyes are really lacking eyes.

The bed crossbow in front of you is ironclad proof - a secret that should be kept, even the closest allies should not even think to find out half a point.

Perhaps it was the gesture of breaking through the dragon gate alone to win a little trust foundation, but the dwarven warrior did not directly go to the bed to greet the crossbow, but waited quietly for him to measure the distance of a few hundred yards with his legs.

"Stop, say what you mean, human. With the last twenty yards remaining, they finally couldn't tolerate outsiders getting any closer.

Dwarves may have had a tradition of hospitality, but recent experiences have forced them to learn to be harsh and cautious.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Richard inexplicably felt that this voice seemed to be pretending to be rough, a bit like a child learning to speak to an adult.