Blood stained the snow of the northern continent red, reflecting a white luster, showing even more red magnificence.

The battle axe severed the knight's leg with a special attack of the Frost Worm. The cavalry captain was thrashed by the limp warrior and fell to the ground, and the frost worm body stepped on the fallen knight, thus dodging the attack of several spears from above.

Although the commander was knocked down at the first time, the warriors of the Rota Worm Dynasty did not panic in the slightest, which is the biggest difference between the regular army and the Green Forest bandits. The ten-man cavalry was still methodically carrying out the encirclement mission. Warhorses roamed around the frost worm's body in circles, and countless spears swirled in a chaotic manner towards the enemy.

Mocara had never been exposed to such a style of combat, and the Frost Worm's proudest lower coil slash lost its edge in front of the constantly spinning warhorse. They are very good at dealing with oncoming enemies, and the blades of the tomahawks can easily cut anything through the impact of their horses. However, once encountering such a rotating array, it is difficult to deal with.

Mocara pondered what to do. If he hastily attacked one of the horses, the sideways momentum would have carried him some distance after he had severed the horse's leg, and in the air it would have become the best target for spears that were longer than straight lines. He will be pierced through his body by countless spears, and the frost insect body frowned at the thought of this.

Time passed little by little, and every minute was consuming the physical strength of the frost worm. However, the Frost Worms come from a tenacious race, so Mocara won't back down no matter what, and there's no reason to budge. Fighting spirit burned in the heart of the young frost worm, and his eyes burst with bloodthirsty red light.

The wind whipped up the impending gore of the battlefield, and the Frost Worm began to act. Agile skills and superb martial arts were like art, and the legs of the four knights' war horses were broken, and the knights who fell in an instant disrupted the originally harmonious battle formation. The beginning of the chaos was a nightmare for humanity, and the fallen knight blocked the spear that stabbed at him. The humanoid insect body of the rat trap actually made the frost insect body find a flaw to break through. He stepped on the fallen knight and jumped out of the encirclement with an arrow.

The sun was so dazzling, shining with the blood-colored glow of Warhammer.

Is it a trial? Is it killing? Or something else. At this moment, the mind of the leader of the cavalry team was in chaos. Some are just the dazzling blood and dazzling gold. Gradually, it gradually fell. Time seemed to have stopped for him.

The hideous face of the frost worm revealed a thirst for killing, and the blood and brains of the cavalry captain splattered on the warhammer to hide the bloody glow. However, the cavalry was not intimidated by this terrible sight, and the wealth and disguised honor made these warriors lose their wolves, and they were not afraid to die like this, it would be an honor.

The Marauder once again used his speed advantage to surround the Frost Worm, and although the four knights fell to the ground and rolled and moaned due to their horses, and their captain died at the hands of the deadly Shura, the threat of Mocara was obviously not as much of a temptation as the war hammer in his hand.

The Frost Worm glanced at the young humans surrounding him, perverted smiles carved into their faces. Is it an honor? Or is it the thirst for wealth? It doesn't matter. They are invaders, and in the Frost Worm dictionary all invaders should be destroyed. Drenza is blessed with frost worms! Mocara suddenly charged......

All of this was watched by a green-skinned guy, Chen Feng watched the Frost Worm Body fight, watching him calmly kill the enemy soldiers under the siege of so many enemies.

The young warrior not only applauded the Frost Worm's mastery of martial arts. However, he was not stupid enough to scream, because he was Chen Feng! He is a wise protozoa, he thinks, he uses what he has learned to analyze. At the moment, he still decided to observe quietly. He wasn't sure if the Frostworm liked it or needed his help. If the Frostworm doesn't want to see a red-skinned guy standing in this place, then he will be the next to face the Frostworm Warhammer and Axe.

At this point, the Frost Worm made a fatal mistake. That is, in the face of the knight's spear array, the momentum on both sides of the knight's spear damage is the addition of force, not counteracting.

The reason why the Frost Worm Body was able to catch the flaws in the opponent's formation when it was surrounded for the first time was because of luck. On the other hand, these knights were relatively young and lacked combat experience.

But good luck wouldn't favor him a second time, and Chen Feng saw the frost insect body covering the wound. Fall back into the encirclement. The loss of blood, the torture of pain, are all draining his physical strength. It was only a matter of time before it fell. The knight maintained an alert formation and revolved around the frost insect body, like a hunter fighting a trapped beast, draining the opponent's physical strength little by little.

Time can't be delayed any longer, do you leave so quietly, or go up to the rescue of the frost insect in danger? Chen Feng's thoughts began to fight.

"What should I do?"

Gamblers always lose, nine out of ten bets.

This is a popular saying among the people, but does it really have some truth in these words? Either way, no one knows what will happen next. So it's fair to say that any decision seems a bit gambling, and the difference is just a matter of chance.

Even if it seems to be a safe thing, it's not certain that there will be any sudden changes in between. Therefore, without the courage to gamble, that kind of person can only be mediocre. The mediocre may live the longest, and they may not be the poorest, but their lives are undoubtedly the most ordinary. Chen Feng is not a mediocre talent, so he dares to gamble, and he also dares to gamble with his life.

The protozoa spotted a small forest not far away. He planned to get the knights' attention with a loud roar first, and lure them away from the frost worms in danger. He knew the incredible resilience of the Frost Worm, and as long as they were given time to breathe, the injury would hardly affect his combat power too much. All he lacks now is time.

Unexpected howls sounded behind the encirclement.

The sudden earth-shattering sound stimulated the animal instinct of the knight's crotch. The horses began to take irregular steps anxiously, which caused a riot in the encirclement, which had been carried out in an orderly manner. And Chen Feng didn't expect that the instinctive howl that came from the wild nature of the protozoan insect body sounded to the animal to be nothing more than the roar of a beast.

Don't miss the opportunity, the protozoa won't be unable to get along with their good luck. He saw that most of these knights were very young, some were still novices, and their control of the war horses under their crotches was obviously not as good as those veterans. With the aftermath of the first roar, the protozoan body once again had enough strength to let out a stirring roar.

"The horse is shocked! Help me! A young rider immediately could not control his horse under his crotch, and the horseman stood up and threw the poor fellow out of the way, no doubt this was only the beginning of a nightmare.

The frightened horses began to rush in all directions, and the already tight circle of defense had no room for them to go wild, so the horses collided with each other. It was as if the seemingly calm waters of a lake had burst its banks, and the situation quickly became out of control. The seasoned riders began to control the steed turn, but the overly tight encirclement locked their movements.

Some young riders were thrown to the ground by their horses, and the loose horses galloped in all directions, trampling the fallen knights into a blur of flesh and blood.

This made Mocera, who was already injured, even more unbearable, but the Frost Worm was born with the ability to deal with opponents taller than himself, so he miraculously escaped from this chaotic battlefield with this almost survival instinct. The proto-insect body on the side immediately pulled the frost insect body behind the stone where it was hiding.

"What's next?"

The Frostworm looked at the maker of the chaos, who apparently hadn't expected a few instinctive roars to have such a good effect on a well-trained warhorse, but then he figured out the joints again.

Ever since the humanoids defeated the protozoa, their warhorses had never faced the protozoa warriors in battle. And now these war horses are undoubtedly newly trained, and they have no resistance to the wild roar of the protozoa. (To be continued......)