"Killed by Doro's level 7 Flame Knight." Valyosha looked up at the ogre old man and shrugged slightly: "But fortunately, the other two mid-level warriors on the other side are of average strength, and they can't kill my berserker in seconds." In the end, the loss is not big. ”

"Little Wally, you're still the same, and you like to do things inexplicable. Since the information that has been transmitted by the human race has made the strength of the caravan guards clear, why sacrifice a precious berserker for no reason? The old ogre sighed softly, slightly reproachful.

"If I didn't see it with my own eyes, how could I believe the truth of this so-called information?" Valyosha smiled kindly, but retorted firmly.

"You're such a stubborn ruffian to the bone." The old ogre Gordon shook his head helplessly, and seemed to be very familiar with the other party's strange personality: "Okay, you are the commander, and you have the final say in the march and battle." However, I have heard that Count Silvet's 'Blood Banner Brigade' has issued a call to you, ordering you to report as far as you can. When you return to the military headquarters, you will have to restrain your weirdness. Otherwise, it won't be long before you'll be kicked back into the Savage Totem to be a thief. ”

"Hehe..."Valyosha only smiled mildly at Old Gordon's words.

"Hey." Seeing that the other party was unmoved, the old ogre shook his huge head again, sighed, and then said: "According to the news received, the value of the goods transported by the Doro caravan this time is about 150,000 'gold shields', plus the 100,000 'gold shields' that Mayflower has paid, the total income will reach 250,000. In addition to the large amount that needs to be handed over to the headquarters, the remaining money should be enough to help you get a better position in the Blood Flag Brigade. ”

"Old Gordon, you don't have to..."

"You don't have to say much. On the battlefield, you have the final say; On the battlefield, I, the old shaman, have the final say. Valyosha didn't allow him to speak, and the old ogre directly slapped the iron rod and interrupted it.

"Well, then, let's get rid of Dora and talk about it." Valyosha knew of course that the old ogre shaman in front of him was actually stubborn and not inferior to himself, so he immediately said no more.

Almost at the same time, the Rhodo people in the castle quickly noticed the movement of the thieves outside. And when more than two hundred big-eared thieves arrived, and at the same time there was a terrible ogre with a strong body, almost as tall as a floor, the tension in the castle immediately escalated again, and even his breath seemed to freeze.

Camaro stood on the ring of fortifications, silently looking at the barbarian thieves who had begun to slowly shrink the encirclement.

Ninety meters, eighty meters, seventy meters... The Flame Knight clearly knew that the general attack of the Savage Totem was about to begin. And in his ears, there was a faint echo of the words that Moriarty had just said to him.

"Shoot a man before a horse, capture a thief and capture the king first."

Finally, when the thieves advanced to a stop about fifty meters from the carburg, this was also the most powerful position for the infantry to attack. It's just that if there were a group of archers in the Dora caravan, the barbarian totem would never dare to step into the killing radius of such a bow and crossbow so calmly. However, it was now clear that there was no such force in the fort, so Valyosha gave the order to tighten the formation.

But is there really no zài?

Less than fifty meters, with the light of the fire behind them, everyone in the Dora caravan could clearly see the face of the enemy on the opposite side. In the floating light and shadow, the cruel grin of the big-eared thief, the irascible horror of the ogre, and the still gentle smile of Valyosha were all clearly and abnormally imprinted in everyone's eyes.

There is no need for any negotiation or nonsense. Since the blood has been shed, then the blood must be completely cleaned.

Lifting the deep wrinkles on his forehead, the old ogre standing beside Valyosha took the first step forward, and "snapped" the black iron rod in his hand deep into the gravel ground. …,

Taking a deep breath, the old ogre, as old as a pillar of the wasteland, began to chant in an unimaginably majestic voice.

"Revenge Class" Beamon Battle Song - Blood Bayonet:

The blood is cold;

The bayonet in the hand, not cold;

The road away from home has gone through a journey, and another journey;

Behind him, wolf smoke billowed from him.

The blood is cold;

The bayonet in the hand, not cold;

In the wind of pursuit, the hoofs of the enemy's war horses were heard;

Someone had to stay, in order to get more people, to continue the expedition.

Stopped, tightened the bayonet in his hand, and smiled sincerely;

But he didn't dare, and looked back at the children who were crying and leaving, lest he couldn't bear it.

There is a kind of goodbye that does not need words, because there is much more love than hate;

I only wish, with the bayonet in my hand, to break a bright future for you.

Fight, fight, fight!

Let the enemy see clearly what is the real Beamon!

Even if ten thousand arrows are coming, even if hell sinks;

Even if the blood is exhausted, it turns into a cold;

My bayonet will never stop! It's never cold!

………

The vigorous and desolate war song is like a song that has passed through the eternity, rising higher and higher in the night sky of the wasteland, until it pierces the cosmic sky.

For some reason, despite being an enemy of thieves, and even though the vast majority of humans do not understand the Beamon war song sung in the Middle Ages, they can still read a kind of reluctance and resoluteness from the soul in the old ogre's song, which makes people feel compassion and almost tears.

It's just that the cruel reality doesn't allow the people of Dora to have time to taste and sigh at the strangeness of Beamon's war song. When the muffled tail of the "Blood Bayonet" finally merged with the sound of the wind and dispersed into the misty clouds in the wasteland sky, a silver-red hazy light and shadow centered on the old shaman, spun and sprinkled from mid-air, directly enveloping the nearly 100 big ears and the dozen ogres in front of the castle.

Immediately, all the thieves surrounded by the light trembled and roared, like the great love warriors who were about to embark on the battlefield of no return alone. And a pair of originally chaotic eyes quickly switched back and forth between the two completely different expressions of gentleness and bloodthirstiness, until they finally turned into a frozen silver red.

"There is still a glorious shaman..."At this time, Moriarty had also taken off his mage robe, holding a crimson short sword and a black staff "Mage Companion", and stood on the chariot, and White was still following beside him.

"As a revenge-level Beamon battle song, the Blood Bayonet resembles a fire-based 'Bloodthirsty Technique'. The power of the battle song is designed to strengthen the warrior's will to fight to the death and slightly increase the combat power. In terms of level, it is not as capable of triggering passive frenzy as the dreadnought-level 'Breath of the God of War' that we have ever seen. But sung by that old shaman, it is full of surging soul power, and the coverage is even wider. Listening to the courage, strength, and deepest tenderness of the war song, Moriarty muttered to himself.

"Now there's one more Beamon shaman, what should I do?" At this time, White turned his head to look at Camaro on the other side, and it happened that the other party was also looking this way, but the knight's gaze was even more dim and gray.

"Hole cards, everybody's got them. But many times, the big cards that are exposed don't necessarily outweigh the small cards that are hidden. Moriarty smiled faintly and handed a brute force potion to White as he picked up the other one himself, saluted Camaro, and drank it like a fine wine.

As the Battle Song of the Blood Bayonet rolled and converged in the thief's body, Valyosha, the commander of the Savage Totem, and the four big-eared berserkers began to summon Berserker. However, unlike the rapid growth of his berserkers and the increase of strength, Valyosha does not seem to have changed in his body shape after the madness, almost the same as before. The only difference was that after the madness, four slender silver marks that were symmetrical to each other's face suddenly appeared, like four miniature bayonets, distributed parallel to the pale cheeks. And his gentle smile finally disappeared at this moment. Instead, there was a frenzied coldness, like the silver red in his eyes. …,

"Hamlin!"

In some time, Valyosha had an extra bayonet with a broken blade, dark red in its body, halfway between a javelin and a short spear. It's just that the original blade that should be nearly half a meter long has somehow broken in half, and only the back half is left. And when Valyosha raised his strange bayonet in the air and roared towards the round chariot, the more than four hundred big-eared thieves and ogres behind him also shouted wildly and rushed after him.

The decisive battle was completely launched at this moment.

Like a gale swooping down from a cliff, like a disarmed ballista that no longer asks where it will be, like the first dazzling lightning that leads a storm to the earth, Valyosha is the first to burst into the castle with a broken-bladed bayonet in his hand, with an indescribable speed and rapidity. And his target is the seventh-level Flame Knight Camaro.

"Huh!"

In the face of the frontal attack of the powerful enemy, the flame aura of Camaro once again brightened up, and the vigorous heat wave that broke out in an instant even forced the caravan guards within three meters of the surrounding area to retreat. Perhaps, that would be better. Because the knight knew very well that only he could hold off the terrifying assault of Valyosha.

"Dang!"

In an instant, the flame-entangled lance struck head-on at the severed edge of the dark red bayonet. The experience and instinct gained from years of life-and-death battles helped Camaro deliver the most accurate shot in a hundredth of a second. Immediately, the enemy's charge was stopped. Immediately, the horse's mighty force swept through the roaring flames, forming a flaming serpent that surged out from the tip of the spear and swept towards Valyosha's counterattack, threatening to engulf the opponent.

And at this moment, at the front of the bayonet that had been stopped by the knight, a blood-colored shadow suddenly appeared. It was like an illusory tip of a knife, instantly completing the original broken blade, forming a half-real and half-illusory dark blood-colored bayonet.

"Broken!"

Looking at the flame snake roaring and pounced on him, Valyosha let out a cold voice with an expressionless face, and the tip of the phantom's bayonet blade instantly struck upward, and with the strong force of the spear, it directly pierced the belly of the fire snake.

With a "bang", it was like a hundred forged sharp swords cutting into the rotten bamboo and wood, and the blood-colored bayonet shadow was like a live cut, instantly breaking the entire flame spear into two parts. And lost the basis of riding a spear, the surging fire snake with teeth and claws, choosing people to devour, also immediately shrank and disappeared, and disappeared.

"Hah!"

Seeing that his flame spear strength was broken by the enemy in the blink of an eye, Camaro shouted again, and the steel sword in his left hand slashed at the enemy's head. But before the blade could be fully swung, Valyosha's figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air. And when it reappeared, it had already flashed behind the Flame Knight. At the same time, the blood-colored bayonet stabbed Camaro in the back with a terrifying sonic boom.

In an instant, the indestructible steel armor was completely penetrated, and hot blood gushed out.

At the same time, four other big-eared berserkers also set foot on the castle again. And this time, they were in groups of two and rushed towards the two middle-level knights respectively.

Behind them, the tide of barbarians followed ferociously.