Old Zack, who stepped on the bloody hoof battle ring, was like a god of war possessed, waving the bolt of the outpost county gate, and dozens of wolf cavalry of the Beamon beast clan could not get close at all.

The elite warriors of the tribe next to Old Zack worked together to defend the east gate of the outpost county that could only allow one carriage to pass through.

But the wolf cavalry, like a tide, rushed forward wave after wave, fearless of death.

The elite of a barbarian tribe in the wasteland may be able to easily kill a Beamon wolf cavalry, but when two wolf cavalry are riding on a giant wolf with a fast body, a barbarian with brute strength may not be able to take care of both the end and the end.

The wolf cavalry of the Beamon beast clan is the most special type of troops of the Beamon clan, the wolf cavalry riding the giant wolf, coming and going like the wind, belonging to the light cavalry class, large-scale battles are generally responsible for sneak attacks and blitzkriegs, each cavalry only needs to bring enough dry food for a few days, no need to carry heavy weights at all, and efficient mobility often catches the enemy off guard.

Like the barbarians of the wasteland, the Orcs of Beamon live in a land of barren steel, but the Orcs use almost all of the steel produced by the orcs, except for the powerful troops with few weapons, to the wolf cavalry.

The well-textured scimitar flashes with a dazzling cold light in the hands of the wolf cavalry, and each scimitar may not be called a divine weapon, but in the hands of the wolf cavalry who are good at using the knife, it is the sickle of death, a sharp weapon for harvesting living beings.

If it weren't for the fact that the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe were born with stone skin, if it weren't for the fact that the wolf cavalry were all close to the knife fight, if it weren't for the fact that there was only one path on the north side of the outpost county, and the surrounding dirt roads were all muddy and not suitable for giant wolves to run, perhaps the outpost county would have been caught in the flames of war.

Old Zack kicked a giant wolf with bared teeth and greeted both Little Zack and the Babylonian Ancestor in his heart.

Maybe the barbarians are also used to being someone else's free fighter all year round, and Old Zach just wondered how he got involved with a group of Beamon wolf cavalry for no reason, but seeing that his people were injured, the anger was getting bigger and bigger, and he didn't want to think about the reason, let's do it, anyway, their barbarians are always involved in various battles for no reason, and they do a lot of thankless work.

The barbarians are eager to fight and blood, but they are not fools, and at the end of the dirt path, in addition to the dense wolf cavalry, there is also an unusually tall bear man eyeing over.

There are so many Beamon orcs, it is not at all possible that he can lead nearly a hundred clansmen to resist, but what can he do, if he retreats, he will enter the outpost and face the enemy on the back of the cunning humans, but he can't rush out.

When Allen and his party came to the east gate of the outpost county, the narrow east side path was paved with the corpses of the Beamon werewolves, and the elite warriors of the nearly 100 bloodhoof tribes fought bloodily.

Wood looked solemnly at the dense Beamon wolf cavalry hundreds of yards away, a row of cold sweat formed on his back, more than a dozen cathar knights, most of them were young noble children from other kingdoms.

It's okay for you to let them bully and bully the civilians of the Outpost, and that's not counting the people in the Outpost who used to kill and trade.

With so many Beamon wolf cavalry at once, several young cathar knights on the spot suggested to Wood: "Lord Bishop, let's withdraw, if those orcs attack in a while, we won't be able to retreat." ”

Wood glanced at Alan with interest.

Alan didn't say anything, he knew that this group of Beamon orcs was definitely coming for Dina, even if they retreated to the south gate and entered the hinterland of the Rock Kingdom, the innocent civilians in countless villages and towns would suffer.

Babylon the Great ran all the way from the castle, without the slightest hesitation, and rushed out to join the warband with a loud roar.

Alan sighed, took the mace from Dina's hand, and followed.

The war maniac Thackeray did not change his old habits, and followed with two broken iron swords, and in his dictionary, it seems that he has never been afraid of words.

Dina carried a siege crossbow on her shoulder, carried a seven-meter dragon spear upside down, and followed behind her second young master.

When a few people ran out of the east gate to join the battle group, the pressure on Old Zack and his party was greatly reduced.

Although barbarians are born with semi-petrified skin, the scimitars of the wolf cavalry are also of excellent texture, and several of the elite warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe have been injured in the same part several times.

Thackeray had just stimulated the fighting spirit in his body, and when he saw that Dina was about to come over to help on two legs, he shouted in shock: "Go back quickly, stay away from us." ”

Dina stopped and looked at Alan with a hesitant expression.

Eren whipped a wolf knight away with a stick and nodded back to Dina.

Most of these wolf cavalrymen in front of them are tall, but there is not much difference between their appearance and ordinary people, nothing more than a fluffy tail hanging behind them, all of them have an unusually thick beard, but the fierce eyes are daunting.

The glittering scimitar slashed at the mace, but it was not damaged at all, but the barbs on the mace did not collapse several times, and Alan didn't care about the weapon, anyway, the eyes were densely packed with enemies, just pick it up.

Many wolf cavalrymen saw Dina in the distance and began to roar, "Very, Very, Very, Very, Very, Very, Very!" ”

At first it was four or five, and then all the wolf cavalry present shouted at the same time: "Veri, Veri, Very!" ”

The wolf cavalry, holding high their scimitars, no longer rushed to attack the east gate, but slowly retreated.

A Beamon orc, who was taller than Babylon the Great, walked over, this guy looked like a big iron bucket, nearly three meters in size, his whole body was shrouded in iron armor, his eyes were blood-red, and the body hair on his arms and calves was thicker than the beard of a wolf cavalryman.

"It's Beamon's Bear Man, this guy should be the Verri they shouted, and only the most powerful race of the Beamon Beast Clan is given a name." Thackeray's two broken iron swords were used crosswise, and after stimulating the fighting energy, they were like glowing spinning tops, constantly spinning, and all the wolf cavalry in close quarters were cut into two pieces by him.

The bearman, named Verry, was very short-tempered, and when he saw the wolf cavalry around him blocking his progress, he waved his hand and slapped a few unlucky ghosts away, and snorted towards Allen.

Wood, who was inside the North Gate, felt that it was time to grease the soles of his feet, and he still knew a lot about the Beamon Beasts.

Although the country of Beamon is barren, under the leadership of the lion and tiger royal family, the populous Beamon dominates the north of the continent of San Cassis, and it is only separated from the kingdom of humans by a large wasteland.

Among the Beamon orcs, the Pig-faced Pigs account for sixty percent of the entire population base.

The Pig's group is very fecund, and if it weren't for the Lion and Tiger Clan's intentional control, the other races together might not be more than one-third of them.

The pig-faced people are also the only infantry race of the Beamon beast clan, followed by the wolf cavalry, which is considered the light cavalry of Beamon.

In addition to these two races, the strongest individual combat power, except for the Lion Tiger Royal Clan, is the Elophon Elephant Clan and the Bell Bear Clan and other races with a strange number.

One of the most common is the Bell Bear Clan, the Bear Clan is born to be a powerful warrior, the strong body is often as indestructible as steel, they are more brave than the barbarians of the wasteland, once they step into the battlefield, they are like a meat grinder, and ordinary dozens of warriors may not be able to resist.

Moreover, because of the small population, the Bell Bear Clan generally acts as a commander at the grassroots level.

Wood didn't expect that the small outpost county would not only attract so many wolf cavalry, but even a Bell Bear clan.

This bear, called Verri, is the commander of all the wolf cavalry, and belongs to the guards of the Bimon royal family.

Viri, who led many wolf cavalry, avoided countless barbarian tribes in the wasteland, and finally came to the outpost county in order to capture the Holy See's candidate Dina alive.

Verry didn't know what his king wanted a female barbarian to do, but all he had to do was obey orders.

Seeing the target, Verry, who was very irritable, was unwilling to waste any more time and participated in the battle himself.

When Alan saw the bear-blind Verry, he jumped into the air in a preemptive move, and smashed the mace into the head.

The bearman crossed his hands to block, but the wolf's fangs broke in two, and Eren kicked the bearman's crotch again, which was the only part exposed to the iron armor.

Alan felt that he had kicked a very hard coconut, and his right foot was actually a little numb.

Holding his crotch, Viri smiled in an extremely terrifying way, as if he was enjoying the pain, and his blood-red eyes shot out a fierce light like substance.

Seeing that he raised his palm, he slapped it towards Allen's head, and at the last moment, a crossbow arrow with a thick arm flew with a sound of breaking through the air, and pierced into the right eye of Viri the bear.

A cloud of blood-red liquid erupted from the bearman's face.

"Wow~~" The howl of pain shook Allen's eardrums with a faint pain.

Verri the bear man was a terrible mess, pulling the siege bolt out of his eye socket, and there was a blood-red eyeball hanging on it.

The crossbow bolt with the thickness of the child's arm was broken, and a red-white liquid flowed out of the hollow eye sockets of the bearman Viri.

Alan felt that the white one should be brain, and his scalp was slightly numb.

Enraged, the bear man walked towards Alan step by step, his face covered with blood and looking terrifying.