The centaur archers behind the walls and the dwarven axemen fired a volley together, and the frontal infantry suddenly lightened the pressure and gave them a precious respite

But this respite was also extremely short-lived, and the subsequent wilderness people were like moths to the fire, and did not hesitate to carry out the attack to the end.

Nehru's fireball technique died down after a few rounds, but Hum continued to bless the warriors with the Stone Skin Technique, and Ha, who could only use the Flame Technique, looked at the dry eyes, and began to perform the spell with Hum in a hurry.

The Dawn Technique, which could only slightly blur his vision, was originally ineffective in a head-to-head battle, but the blessing on the lord unexpectedly had a miraculous effect.

The giant sword in his hand was already incredibly fast, but at this moment, it turned into a virtual shadow that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. Those who have the courage to rush in front of him are often tall and strong warrior races, but they are cut down as if they were cut down without even seeing the weapons used by their opponents.

After all, the perimeter was only a wall, not a wall, and it soon began to collapse under the high-intensity impact. Centaurs and axemen could no longer focus on shooting, and switched to melee weapons and roared to fill their mouths.

The battle for the wall suddenly created an incomparably cruel alley of flesh and blood, and even the thunder that sounded from time to time in the sky was muffled by hysterical roars.

The rain and blood poured down like a stream, and the ground beneath their feet soon became a muddy mess, and the two sides struggled to the death in this quagmire, squeezing out the last of their strength to desperately launch a counterattack against their opponents.

Some of the wilderness people with weak physiques suddenly lost their strength in the middle of the fight, and their mouths and noses fell into the water, but they could no longer squeeze the slightest strength to turn over, and they suffocated to death in a shallow depression a palm deep.

Richard now knew that if the proportion of blood and water was right, it would become as magnificent and translucent as a ruby.

He mechanically swung the dragon slash, his arms aching until he became numb. Seventy pounds should not be difficult to bear with his strength, but the accumulation of numbers caused a qualitative change, and for Richard it was the first time he felt tired on the battlefield.

The spell light of Bloodthirsty Thaumaturgy began to shine, the last shot of stimulant in a hurry.

I don't know how long it took for the frontal wilderness people to finally become thin. The terrible hell of flesh and blood challenged the nerves of every latecomer, and they finally could not bear it anymore, leaving behind their companions and began to flee backwards in droves.

The shouting of killing gradually stopped, and only the wounded screams were still uncontrollable.

"These guys are crazy!" Gunther couldn't hold on any longer, letting go of his hammer and falling into the mud, leaning back against the wall.

He and a few high-ranking barbarians followed Richard to charge a firefighting team in the most difficult time just now, and the original axe blade was rolled into twisted flowers, and he picked up a dwarven war hammer halfway to deal with it temporarily.

"I think too," Hurt's fingers were bleeding, and he fired his bow too often and too often, and his arms trembled uncontrollably.

Few of the infantry were still holding on to their positions, and most of them were supporting each other to find a place to rest. Their wheezing voices converged as if they collectively had asthma.

Nehru's face was wet with strands of fluff from the rain, and he was sitting in the mud sticking out his tongue, unable to utter a word. In this battle, he used all his strength to breastfeed, his magic power was empty, and he was dizzy and nauseous and wanted to vomit.

At the last moment, if he hadn't tried his best to use bloodthirsty thaumaturgy and pull hard, the front-line infantry might not have survived

Richard took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, the already somewhat twisted and deformed iron frame rolled into the distance, and a mouth spat out the thick phlegm with blood.

He had a hard chest and a counterattack from the bear warrior before he died, even if he had three layers of heavy armor and his own resistance, this blow was not so easy to bear.

As far as the eye could see, there were all kinds of strange corpses, and they could walk hundreds of yards away without landing on their feet. It is roughly estimated that the wilderness people lost at least a quarter of their manpower before they could not bear the casualties and completely collapsed.

The lord swore that he would never call them robbers again, and if the robbers had the courage and sacrifice of this half, the magistrates of Pompeii would all have to line up to wipe their necks and hang themselves.

"Are you alright? Anne saw the rain from the sky fall on Richard, washing out crimson blood, and from time to time there was minced flesh flowing from the cracks in the armor, as if it had just been fished out of the flesh mill.

"It's fine. Richard shook his head, and tore off the armor layer by layer, stretching his waist to survive.

He was a little tired, but that was all. The plasma and minced meat were gifts from my opponents, and I was fine.

The barbarians looked convinced to death, and after a hard battle, they were also blessed with bloodthirsty thaumaturgy by Nehru, and they are now suffering from the sequelae, and their own lords are clearly still very strong, and they are simply beast-like physiques.

The lord opened the system panel and took a look, two barbarians and a centaur were killed, and almost everyone else was wounded. This was the first time since the establishment of the Alpine Fort Guard that there had been a reduction in personnel, but even for the most discerning commander, the answer was impressive enough.

The most important thing is, of course, that their strength and equipment crush the wilderness people too much, even if the opponent fights very hard, it will not help. Another reason that is difficult to explain is that after the wilderness people found out that the barbarians had amazing combat effectiveness, they naturally preferred to attack the area that the dwarves were responsible for, and the pressure on the mountain fort was relatively small.

For the soldiers of the system, a bloody battle is the most lucrative harvest in itself. Richard didn't know how many of the kills were the work of the Alpine Fort warriors, but it was certain that the vote was too fat.

All the barbarians who are still alive have been promoted to Barbarian Giant Axe Warriors, which is already the second highest rank in their class system.

But to Richard's surprise, with such a large amount of experience, no one could go further to become the ultimate class berserker, and it was obvious that the last step required was a terrible amount of experience.

Originally, only the second and third order centaurs were also eligible for promotion, and unlike the barbarians, when they were promoted to the fourth rank, they began to face the problem of route selection - whether to focus on ranged rangers, or heavy cavalry that focused on trampling charges.

But where to choose, of course, is to face the need to do the highest accuracy. But since Richard has interpreted the system as a Shura potion and gets power from killing, he has to race against time to give them a promotion after the war, otherwise he will be suspected of being a goof.

Based on his subjective feelings from the last few wilderness conflicts, he chose the obviously more helpful Ranger route, after all, the mountain fort still lacked long-range firepower.

As a result, the Centaur class composition is a mix of Tier 3 Centaur Guards and Tier 4 Centaur Guerrilla Arrangers.