"Humph! will be able to do these crooked ways. ”

When Danrose looked at Mystrio, he saw the other man open his eyes, and his mind couldn't help but be in a trance for a moment, and he snorted and looked away.

"I pray for the light, and may courage be upon us."

Danros chanted a spell, and as the sword fell, a cloud of golden light scattered in the sky, casting it on the bodies of many longbowmen.

"Stick to the attack in order, don't stop, after this battle, the offensive of the northern country will be cleared, and I will drink with you."

He looked at the swarming army of barbarians.

At the forefront of the charge are still the berserkers, unafraid of death and the effects of war.

This is the lowest-status barbarian, with a simple and impulsive brain, belonging to the cannon fodder regiment, and being treated only slightly better than the slave legions.

Born fast, died fast.

This time a couple of improvised tanks were also pushed.

But what can this kind of combat vehicle do?

It's better to take an ordinary wooden shield.

Dan Rose's eyes looked past the Berserkers to the centaur army that cared him even more.

It's the same pathetic species, with a mix of human, elven, and equine blood, with a human head and a horse body, and four-legged limbs, which looks very strange.

But Danros doesn't underestimate it in the slightest, the centaurs aren't strong, but it's a race that is very good at throwing.

Each centaur carries almost four throwing guns on his back and can throw more than 200 meters away.

Relying on the cooperation of the berserkers, these centaurs have dealt a lot of blows to the archer legion since the beginning of the war.

He could ignore the brainless pile, but he had to guard against the centaurs and minimize the casualties of the archers, even the affected ballistas and Greek catapults.

His gaze was even more on the harpy flying noisily in mid-air.

These eagle-headed creatures can unleash rapid strikes, using their claws to scratch their opponents' heads or rip their throats.

This is also a creature modified by the ancient mages, with a small brain capacity, a low IQ, and a bird that reproduces without discipline.

These are the three legions of death when the barbarians start the war.

With the number of these races in the Northland, they are not afraid of the attrition of war.

Mönggo's aim was simply to exploit these low-status creatures and deplete their long-range ammunition to exert some of their maximum surplus value.

The corpse oil they refine comes mainly from these objects.

The main strike corps of the barbarians was placed in the rear.

Whether it's the massive fangs and behemoths, the thunderbirds that excel at lightning strikes in the air, the slow-moving one-eyed giants, the scimitar-wielding nomad cavalry, or the ogre magicians who excel in witchcraft.

There are also many barbarian powerhouses in the barbarian army camp.

Faintly, Danrose, who put down the binoculars, seemed to see Meng Ge in the center making a throat gesture at him.

"If Bollinger comes, I will still be afraid of three points, and it depends on you."

Demonstrated by a junior, Danros's long sword was pointed at Möngke without hesitation.

"Don't say that you are not the king of the northern kingdom, even if you are the king, if I wave the army to the north, how can you stop me."

Dan Rose muttered in a low voice, with a hint of toughness and a hint of loss in his tone.

"It's a pity that the Pope has fallen short, otherwise you would not be arrogant today."

Danros of the city wall constantly swings his sword, directing the executors of tactics everywhere.

Several immortals stood beside him.

Magic, long-range shots, treasure aura, from time to time there are immortals inserted into the battle.

But they are only trying to support sexually, and many of them are waiting for the corresponding opponents, and they will not exhaust their strength in some daredevils.

"The barbarians moved, and so did Ryo."

After only three minutes of engagement, the barbarians' main strike legion began to wriggle.

And Ryo, who was extremely vigilant in Danros, also began to move, and like Montgo, he was in the forefront.

"Could it be that they want to teleport you down the city wall?" questioned the Immortal on the side.

Teleportation, a third-order order magic that can teleport itself and force the opponent to teleport.

This is indeed a very threatening magic.

The only thing that is criticized is the distance of the teleportation.

Even with top-level teleportation magic, forcibly transferring an opponent is only a hundred meters away.

And the casting range of this magic is also two hundred meters.

This distance is within the range of many archers.

"If Ryo had been hard enough to take the blow, I wouldn't believe he would have been able to shoot him to death if he had been so well protected."

"Lord North, pay attention to the green man with a purple helmet next to Ryo, I have heard of his reputation, he comes from the elemental realm, he is extremely strong in archery, like us, he holds a horned bow, and he is not afraid to shoot."

"Squeak? I've heard Black Dog boast about him, saying that he is the top archer in the mainland and has few opponents. ”

"One stares at the other."

The two Immortal archers quickly distributed their opponents, one restraining Ryo, the other looking at Xu Zhi.

"These stupid people, it's hard to push a cart, and their brains are all."

On the opposite side of the riverview castle, Ryo whispered on the side, it was really the barbarians' execution was too poor, and he was in a hurry.

A chariot was pushed around, and a bunch of people died before it reached a distance of dozens of meters from the city gate.

If you can relay, forget it.

Mistrio felt like the crazy bunch might have forgotten what they needed to do.

Now the chariot full of electromagnetic blasters is completely propelled by the flow of people, and from time to time it is difficult to move forward a meter or two.

The berserkers jumped from time to time on the corpses of their kind, wielding pitiful wooden axes, in a vain attempt to hack to death the archers of the thirty-meter-high wall.

"Let the Harpy Regiment grab that chariot forty meters ahead."

Möngke also kept an eye on the chariot, which he had paid a great price for the means provided by Ryo.

But the price is worth it, as long as he can take Riverview Castle, he can go straight to the capital of Xanon Ryros.

And with his exploits in attacking Chanon, he will inevitably become the king of the north.

It's a good deal.

Say whatever you say and achieve it.

He won't drop Ryo's chain at this time, and he won't hesitate where he should help.

Even if the Harpy Legion dies, most of them will not be a problem.

"What are the Northlanders doing?"

"They seem to value the tank."

"Shoot, shoot those harpys to death."

"We poured oil on the corpses and burned everything they had."

……

What the other party wants to achieve, whether it is justified or not, and whether or not the Harpy is crazy, everything must be stopped.

It's right to keep the enemy from being happy.

"Will the burning detonate the blaster prematurely?"

"Yes" Xu Zhi nodded and said, "I think you have to press the remote control quickly, otherwise the Shannon people will detonate it in advance." ”

"How can this be justified, this matter must be done by me."

The chariot was not in the best position, but Mistrio didn't care much.

Electromagnetic blasters must explode in unison.

This kind of operation can only be done by him.

Power must be used to the fullest.

If the power is not up to standard, it will not benefit the people of the north much, he will spit out what he eats, and Xu Zhi will fight out what he eats.

But how did Xu Zhi beat the altar and spit out the gold coins.

Mistrio didn't want to do this kind of loss-making business.

What's more, he really wanted to figure out how powerful this explosive was when it burst out in unison.

His body flickered slightly, and the person had already appeared more than a hundred meters away through teleportation.

When he appeared, he saw a jet-black arrow shoot out of the wall of the riverview castle.

"Goodbye."

Mistrio raised the remote and pressed it lightly, and he let out a taunt, ignoring the arrow.

The highest-grade Guardian robes are worn on the body, and no one's arrows are of any use.

Even if he is armed with a horned bow, an immortal with powerful shots and range is no exception, and he can still smile slightly and let the opponent have two arrows.

"The remote control should not be pointed at the sky, but at the vehicle in front of you."

"What?"

After pressing a few times in succession and taking two arrows, Mystrio noticed that something was wrong, and when he heard the shouting from behind, he hurriedly pointed the remote control at the chariot.

The first time he played this remotely controlled strike, he was a little unfamiliar with the business.

The white remote control points at the vehicle in front of it.

"Boom!!"