Ahan's eyes were blood-red, the heavens were red, the earth was red, and his whole being was stained blood-red. Of the more than 100 brothers who have followed him in the battle, none of them have survived, and only Ahan is still fighting alone.

But the barbarians, though they were outnumbered and inspired by the cry of war, were never able to hurt Ahm even a bit. Ahan has used the magic power in his body to the extreme. He kept waving the hammer in his hand, and the whole person was like a mobile meat grinder, and everywhere he went, blood and flesh were flying everywhere, and he screamed again and again. In the blink of an eye, Ahan had killed more than sixty barbarian warriors in a row, and the corpses of the enemies around him were piled up and blood flowed like rivers.

The barbarians were completely intimidated by Ahhan's momentum, and although they still besieged Ahan, none of the barbarian warriors dared to rush forward, and everyone always kept a distance of about ten meters from Ahan consciously or unconsciously.

"Don't be afraid, he's only one man. ”

The Barbarian Leader shouted as he dragged the Barbarian soldiers back to the battlefield as they tried to turn and flee. But some timid fellows don't listen to the leader's orders at all, and always feel that they will be completely safe by climbing to a higher place.

"Where did you go! Come on, who's going to die next!"

Ahampin raised the hammer in his hand and stood motionless. The murderous gaze swept over the barbarian's frightened face one by one. Not a single person dared to fight, not even the largest barbarian leader, who only gasped for breath and did not dare to make a sound. At this moment, Ahan is like a god of war possessed.

"Throw a spear and shoot him alive for me. ”

A sneer crossed the savage leader's lips. Although hand-to-hand combat could not kill Ahan, he did not believe that Ahan could still hold off the next wave of spear rain.

Just as the barbarians were about to shoot Ahan when the sound of horses' hooves rumbled from the other side of the valley. Ahan turned his head to look, and the battle flag with the family crest was faintly visible fluttering in the wind. When reinforcements came, Ahan's solemn face couldn't help but show a happy smile.

Reinforcements led by Wren finally arrived in time. The two thousand northern elites had not been hindered from the moment they entered the canyon, and the team had entered the depths of the canyon very smoothly, getting closer and closer to the besieged position of Ahman.

When he first entered the Valley of the Wind Helm, Wren also deliberately paid attention to whether there were any barbarian ambushes on both sides of the valley. But as far as the eye could see, the entire valley seemed to be deserted, except for the bare stones.

Could it be that I was overthinking, the barbarians really didn't set up an ambush in the Valley of the Wind Helm. Although the whole rescue process was smooth sailing, the cautious king of the north did not dare to be careless, and still kept an eye on the movements in the valley, ready to guard against a sudden sneak attack by the barbarians.

Searching for the sound of the battle, Wren soon found Ahan surrounded by barbarians. Although Ahan was covered in blood, he looked fine. The stone hanging in Wren's heart was finally half lowered. However, on the cliff above Wren's head, hundreds of pairs of eyes were closely watching every move on the battlefield.

"The High Priest, at the head of that man is Wren Norman, King of the North. Do you want our people to tighten their pockets. ”

A low, hoarse voice seemed to come from a stone.

"Don't startle the snake, although Wren personally went to battle, his main army is still outside the Windhelm Valley, this old thing is very careful. ”

The answer also came from another rock, and the conversation between the two of them was really nothing but the sound of the person. If someone passes by at this moment, they will definitely think that they have bumped into a ghost and run away in fear.

"But that guy in Baturu seems to be overwhelmed, and we just watched Wren get his son away. ”

"Hmph, this useless guy Baturu has simply disgraced you barbarians, and it's useless to keep such waste. Let's let the Yankees taste a little sweetness first! When all the Snowy Nation armies have entered the Valley of the Wind Helm, it's not too late for us to wipe them out. ”

The High Priest is scheming, and the king of the Snowy Land doesn't seem to be able to whet his appetite, and the 30,000 troops outside the valley are his real target.

"Rush, warriors. ”

Wren pulled out his sword, Yan Bing, and the blade of the sword conjured up a blue light, and countless ice elements fluctuated in the air. A barbarian warrior couldn't dodge and staggered past Wren when his sword flashed, and his massive head fell. Not a single drop of blood spilled from the smooth, flat incision.

"Damn it!"

The barbarian leader Barutu never thought that reinforcements from the Snowy Country would come so quickly, and it seemed that it would not be so easy to kill Yahan.

Wren rushed to the front of the team alone and on a horse, and Yan Bing's sword transformed into ethereal blue light in his hand, and the barbarians who were slashed by Yan Bing's sword were immediately frozen into crystalline snow-white statues.

The barbarian leader Baturu was completely devoid of his former majesty, and the roaring 2,000 warriors descended from the mountain and broke through the outer encirclement, slashing his men like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Retreat!" Baturu finally gave the order to retreat. This little of his men was obviously no match for Wren, but what annoyed him the most was why the large army in the valley was reluctant to show his support, and the high priest could not use him as bait.

As soon as he thought of this, a cold sweat broke out on Baturu's head. He turned around and was about to run up the hill when Ahan's hammer followed.

Baturu felt a gust of wind blow behind his head, and thought that it was too late to dodge. Ahan hadn't forgotten the executioner who had slaughtered his comrades, and the Frost Hammer struck Baturu in the back of the head with precision after making a graceful arc in midair. The barbarian leader's bare head was like a burst watermelon, flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and brains flowed everywhere.

"Father!"

After killing the enemy with his own hands, Ahan ran in front of Wren with an excited face.

"Don't fight, go quickly. ”

Wren's face wasn't as relaxed as Ahan's. He knew that one more minute in the Valley of the Wind Helmet would be more dangerous. After handing over a war horse to his eldest son, he immediately ordered his troops to turn their horses around and withdraw from the Valley of the Wind Helmet as fast as they could.

"You can send your people down to move your muscles. But be careful not to annihilate them all, especially to spare the lives of Wren and his son. I don't believe that the army beyond the valley will die without help. ”

In the crack in the stone, the high priest's confident chuckle sounded again.

Wren had just ordered his troops to turn around when a strange movement suddenly appeared at the top of the mountain.

"Look, there's something on the top of the mountain. ”

A sharp-eyed warrior noticed a change on the top of the mountain.

I saw that the rocks on both sides of the valley seemed to come to life, and they were jumping and jumping towards the direction of the valley bottom.

"I'm not mistaken, is it a landslide!"

Some of the fighters who couldn't figure out the situation shouted in surprise, and even experienced veterans couldn't explain this phenomenon that defied common sense.

Wren narrowed his eyes, and his sharp gaze fell on the strange rocks. His cultivation is much higher than that of ordinary warriors, so his eyesight is also several times that of ordinary people.

However, when Wren saw the true face of these 'rocks', he couldn't help but gasp. The stones that move here and there are clearly barbarians who are making a charge. I don't know who exerted a strange magic on this group of barbarians. So that the skin of each savage warrior can be like a chameleon, constantly changing with the surrounding environment.

Sure enough, it was a trap, no wonder I didn't see a single enemy when I entered the Valley of the Wind Helmet, it turned out that they were hiding under their noses. He was well-informed all his life, but he also failed to see through the enemy's tricks, and this camouflage technique, which did not belong to the barbarian nation at all, really frightened him. The King of the North vaguely felt that this expedition might not be as simple as before, and the barbarians must have the support of another force behind them.

"It's an enemy attack, and all men are ready for battle. ”

Realizing that something was wrong, Wren quickly tightened the reins, but the barbarians who were waiting for the rabbit had already blocked the way back. If you want to rush through, you can only fight your way out.

Seeing Wren charge, the barbarians blocking the way seemed to be on guard, and the tripwires spread out like cobwebs, and the thumb-thick iron ropes were covered with thorny thorns, just waiting for the galloping horses to throw themselves into the net.

Wren was taken aback by the shocking tripping horse, but at this moment he could no longer restrain the charging warhorse. Wren had to leave the stirrup with both feet and leap backwards with the force of the rebound, avoiding the blockade of the tripping rope.

But the war horse he sat on couldn't control the effect of inertia, and rushed into the center of the iron array. The iron ropes tied the horses layer by layer, the sharp hook thorns tore the flesh of the horses, and the terrible neighing made people shudder.

Seeing the tragic death of the mount, Wren couldn't help but be furious, and Yan Bing's sword was unsheathed again. Blue light lingered on the blade, and the frost energy released from the blade instantly froze all the stumbling blocks in his path. More than two dozen tripwires made of fine iron all turned into crystalline shards, which were swept away by the wind.

"All dismount and fight on foot. ”

The sonorous voice of the King of the North reverberated throughout the valley, and even the warriors at the very end of the line could hear it clearly.

Although Wren was furious by the horse's tragic death, his emotional swings did not make him completely lose his cool. The enemy was clearly prepared, and it was not known how many traps this sinister savage had laid on the road ahead. The cautious Wren was reluctant to risk his men to repeat Ahan's mistakes.

Seeing the northern warriors abandon their horses to fight, the barbarian crowd was excited, roaring and charging. What they do best is hand-to-hand combat. In the eyes of the barbarians, the knights of the north who dismounted were simply lambs to the slaughter.

But the truth is not what the barbarians imagined. Although the previous ambush strategy had worked wonders, they never expected that the 2,000 warriors brought by Wren would turn out to be a difficult bone to gnaw.

The charge launched by the barbarians has an overwhelming momentum at first glance. But shrewd generals can see the flaws at a glance. Every barbarian warrior only knows how to rush and scream, and there is no order to speak of. Due to the formation being stretched too long, the troops rushing forward were obviously somewhat disconnected from the follow-up teams.

On the other hand, on the side of the Snowy Country, every warrior is ready to brake quietly. No one acted without the king's orders. They were definitely not frightened by the barbarian's momentum, but waited for the best time to strike.

When the barbarian army rushed to a distance of only thirty meters from him, Wren gave the order to attack. The northern warriors took their javelins from their horses.

In Snowy Country, a standard Ranger is very well equipped. They will use spears and pikes against distant enemies. When fighting at close quarters, they will switch to one-handed axes, broadswords and even daggers. Northerners also don't like to wrap themselves in tight armor, which can seriously hinder mobility. Therefore, the vast majority of northern warriors will only carry round shields and chain mail that can serve as basic defenses.

It is hard to imagine that a single warrior could use so many weapons at the same time. However, in the harsh environment of the snowy country, the ability to skillfully use more than two weapons is the minimum standard to measure whether a warrior is qualified.

The king of the north gave an order, and more than 2,000 warriors threw their spears in unison. The javelins that pierced the air seemed to have eyes, one after the other, and landed on the barbarians with unmistakable accuracy.

The first wave of barbarian warriors who rushed to the front didn't even have a chance to get close, and more than half of them were killed and wounded. Unlike the crude iron spears that the barbarians had thrown before, the northern warriors carried javelins with barbed tips that were difficult to pull out once they had pierced into their opponents' bodies. Although the barbarians are tall and large, they are also flesh and blood. Once you are pierced through the body by a javelin, even if you are not killed immediately, you will basically lose your combat ability.

However, the barbarians who live beyond the Great Wall are also fierce and warlike peoples. They will not be deterred by such a small setback. The barbarians, who followed behind, stepped on the corpses of their companions and continued to charge forward.

Soon the troops of both sides were mixed together, and a hand-to-hand contest began.