Lightly armed, fierce and resolute. Like a scythe in the hands of the Grim Reaper, born to kill.

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The sky is like a dome, covering the four wildernesses.

At the end of the plain east of Sparta, there were hills on all sides, and the flat land was green, and the hills were also green. In Spartan parlance, "The meadows here are as beautiful as a maiden's armpits." ”

The dark green meadows, like a carpet of greenery, are filled with bright wildflowers. The crystal clear water of the stream reflected the burly figure of the Spartan heavy helmet marching. Aaron found that the closer he got to the mountain waterfall, the ground under his feet was as green as velvet, exuding a fertile and natural atmosphere.

"My king, a general scout has not yet returned to the team, and from the bloodstains found, it may be more than lucky."

The scout's report in his ears made Aaron subconsciously shake his brow, and he stared at the swamp at the end of the plain, frowning in disgust.

"Judging by the smell left on the rocks, we're approaching an ogre's territory."

William crouched down, looked at a corner of the rock, grabbed a handful of dirt and sniffed it, and immediately judged that it was the boundary that the ogre had marked with urine.

Aaron nodded, stretched out his palm, and ordered the team to stop. "Ahead is the territory of the ogre, everyone stand by!"

In addition to admiring William's experience. Aaron was relieved that William no longer insisted on his original idea.

Unlike the young Kurush, William is not only a cavalry commander with excellent insight, but also has a certain knowledge and understanding of the Savage Continent.

'General potential 12 stars. With such a potential and experienced general, Aaron would rather play his fair share than be abandoned in a gloomy dungeon.

"My king, the Spartan warriors will wash this swamp with blood."

Hearing the news of the Scout's sacrifice, and something as weird as ogre. Twenty Spartans with heavy helmets and beards covering most of their faces, all showing angry expressions.

As if sensing something, Aaron pulled out the sword at his waist.

Seeing what was brewing in front of him, he raised his head, the sun was already slanting to the west, and its dazzling sunlight had dimmed slightly, only a circle of golden light flowed around it, bright and dazzling.

This place is only about five kilometers away from Sparta, and it should not be difficult to end the battle before it gets dark and triumph in the afterglow of the setting sun.

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Listen to William's detailed introduction. Aaron probably knew that ogres, like their name, were cruel, bloody, strong, and cunning. He lives in the wild for many years and calls caves and swamps his home.

These huge, ugly, and greedy creatures often drive other monsters to act as helpers, preying on the weak and guarding their territory together.

Ogres are particularly savage, and possess the ability to go berserk. According to William, "The ogre's fighting style is very similar to that of the Berserker. ”

Roar~~~

Suddenly, from the depths of the swamp, there was a roar, and one could clearly feel the air trembling. The ogre's warning seemed to remind Aaron that the other party had sensed that someone had invaded the borders of his territory.

The moment of battle is approaching, Aaron stared at the data in his eyes, "Spartan heavy infantry, 20 people, 500 points of combat morale." ”

Even with only twenty Spartan Heavy Helmets, their morale was still as high as 500 points.

Aaron's gaze was fixed on the fast-moving unidentified objects in the swamp.

As usual, he decisively picked up his sword and raised it above his head. "Tell me, Spartans, where are our borders?"

Under the astonished gaze of William and Kurush, twenty burly Spartan heavy helmets, in unison, replied with their spears: "Where the spear is pointing!" ”

Aaron's second sentence was, "The battle is imminent, and the god of war is watching us." ”

Twenty ** Spartan heavy infantry with their upper bodies, raising their shields and spears, raised their chests and raised their spears and shouted, "Woo! ――”

"Kill! Not a single one to stay! "Hear Aaron's cold command. The white wooden spear in the hand of a Spartan heavy helmet, carrying a sharp whistle, was the first to be thrown forward.

In the surprised eyes of William and Kurush, but seeing from a distance, the creeping monster that had just emerged in the swamp raised its head and howled, and the spear of the Spartan heavy helmet was nailed to the center of the ugly head in the next second, and a fatal opening was made in the two huge eyes.

No superfluous movements, and no superfluous nonsense.

Twenty Spartans in heavy helmets rushed forward, with a gloomy indifference, holding the brass shield in one hand, the hard white wooden spear in the other, or pulling out the sword at their waist. A bloody battle broke out in an instant.

Whether it was William, who was experienced in cavalry, or Kurush, who was experienced in foot combat, this was the first time they had witnessed the combat strength of the Spartan heavy helmet up close.

With a scarlet cloak over their shoulders and a pair of leather trousers hanging from their bodies, the burly Spartan hoplites, their courage and running speed, were domineering in such encounters.

As long as Aaron gives an order, even the sword mountain and the sea of fire can't stop it. Not to mention, just a bunch of ugly swamp beasts.

The Spartan heavy helmet has an indomitable and violent momentum, compared with the monsters in the swamp, as if they are the most ferocious existence.

No matter what kind of threatening roar the monster makes, it only irritates the nerves of the Spartan Heavy Helmet, making them more cold and bloodthirsty.

"With superb combat skills, a large shield is enough to defend the whole body, so you don't even need a piece of leather armor." This is probably William's most intuitive visual experience.

For Kurush, who is proficient in foot combat, the performance of the Spartan heavy helmet directly subverts all his previous knowledge of foot combat. "Light, brave, fierce and resolute. Like a scythe in the hands of the Grim Reaper, born to kill. ”

"Sparta!"

If the ogre's roar made the air tremble, then the roar of the word 'Sparta' was enough to alarm this piece of the world.

Faced with a bloody mouth that opened out of the swamp, the sword in the Spartan heavy helmet passed directly under its skull.

With a whimpering howl, blood continued to flow out of the monster's mouth like a fountain. The sword in the Spartan Heavy Helmet's hand continued to stir, blocking the noise in the monster's throat, causing its thick tongue to droop in its open mouth.

The blood under the sword turned from a flash to a stream, and the dark red was quickly replaced by a milky white brain. Drop by drop, slowly accumulating, and finally falling down with the ugly tongue, and being stepped on by the Spartan heavy helmet......

"Sparta!"

Another roar drew William and Kurush's gaze to another scene next to them.

When the Spartan Heavy Helmet found the spear in his hand, it was deep in the flesh of the scaly monster, and it was difficult to pull it out. He grabbed the other's mouth with his bare hands, and the eyes exposed under the heavy helmet, only a centimeter apart, stared at each other with the monster. The force that runs through the arm is torn in the opposite direction.

When this power exploded to the extreme, the monster's cracked mouth appeared, and a pink trembling ** appeared, spraying towards the blue sky along with the bright red blood.

Sparta's heavy helmet face was covered with blood, he pulled out the spear on the corpse, and looked indifferently, the white bones exposed from the flesh and blood shining quietly in the sun.

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