The barbarians' mighty flesh collided with their spears made of steel, and the results were self-evident, but they rushed up like madmen, breaking these sharp weapons with their own bodies to give the people behind them a chance at victory.

"It seems that we have overestimated this group of undisciplined savages. Jason looked at them and said calmly that if it weren't for the small number of troops brought out by Dorne, they might not have been needed to rush to support at all.

"It is indeed a race whose desire to fight trumps reason, and it has to be said that it is a miracle that this race has survived from ancient times to the present. Ronnatt couldn't agree more with Jason's words, this kind of unorganized and undisciplined group is the slaughtered side on the real battlefield, and they were too wary of this race before.

In the face of the regular soldiers who were equipped with steel, and in the face of their tacit cooperation, the original physical advantage of the barbarians was gone.

On the other hand, because Jason's arrival had attracted a large number of barbarians, the impact on Lancelot's team was not very strong.

Even if a small gap is broken out of the formation, because the formation of the army is too dense, it can be filled in an instant.

The soldiers in front were knocked to the ground by the great force of the barbarians, and the soldiers behind them could immediately come forward to make up for the swords, and the barbarians in the army were like beasts stuck in the mire, and could only fall down with wailing.

As Lonnatt said, natural strength can not bring too much advantage in group operations, and even their lack of cooperation is still a huge disadvantage, in the face of well-trained, well-equipped and tacit cooperation of regular soldiers, their disadvantages are infinitely magnified, a small flaw will usher in the greeting of death.

At this time, Lancelot had already rushed out of the military formation, Arondaite was in his hand, and all the barbarians who dared to stand in front of him were killed by him with a sword.

His target is the barbarian leader who stands on a high place.

Although it is uncertain whether killing him will lead to the rout of the barbarians, at least they will definitely lose some of their cohesion.

Seeing the black rays on Lancelot's sword rushing towards him, the barbarian chief clenched the long knife in his hand, the muscles on his face throbbed, he could already see that this human being was an extraordinary powerhouse, a powerful existence that the barbarian clan could never be born.

"They shine like hellish demons, raising their butcher's knives to our ancestors, and our war has been lost. ”

They were also the main factor in the defeat of the barbarians in the war with humans in those years, so they were very impressed by this kind of human beings, which have been passed down orally from generation to generation.

Although the barbarians are born with great strength and a terrifying physique, they will never be able to awaken abilities similar to supernatural powers, so they have been at a disadvantage in battles with other races in the ancient past.

They even once became slaves of other races, but they also have an advantage, that is, their vitality is very strong, some of the races that once enslaved them have disappeared into the long river of history, and they still thrive on the ice field.

Although they are a bit miserable, they still exist.

"Stop him!" he said, pointing to Lancelot, who was running up the hillside, to the muscular savages beside him.

"Roar!" they looked at each other as they received the order, and rushed at him with their weapons in hand, they wanted to tear this enemy apart for their patriarch.

It's a pity that the reality is extremely cruel, as soon as they came into contact with Lancelot, Arondale slit his throat or cut his chest, and none of them survived!

"Tu!" The barbarian chief roared at this, she didn't expect this human to be so strong.

But as the Barbarian Chieftain, he is still fearless, and he must face this monstrous human because he is the most powerful warrior of all.

His heavy footsteps plunged into shallow pits on the earth, and his massive body rushed towards Lancelot at a speed beyond ordinary imagination, and he wanted to prove with his actions that the great barbarians were not afraid of any challenge.

The two approached quickly, the Barbarian Chief raising his long knife high and slashing it down with the advantage of his height, while Lancelot held Arondaet sideways in front of him to block.

"Bell!" the weapons in their hands collided, making a loud, piercing sound.

The sword in Lancelot's hand was even pressed down a few points, which surprised him, how powerful was this barbarian?

"Tuza!" Just as the two were wrestling, the barbarian chief suddenly burst into a shout, and one hand holding the hilt of the knife grabbed the back of the knife and pressed it down.

"......" Lancelot's eyes flashed with a black glow, and he didn't compete with him, but took advantage of the situation to avoid the sideways and dodged the sharp blow.

"Drink!" the barbarian chief saw that he had unloaded his heavy blow, and immediately slashed the long knife at Lancelot from the bottom up, in the opinion of the barbarian chieftain, he must not be allowed to get a respite, and if he wants to win, he needs to keep attacking and exerting his strength.

“......”

Lancelot's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the long knife that came close to him, it was not impossible for him to directly burst out with extraordinary strength to defeat this powerful barbarian.

Instead, he also wanted to observe and see what the strong men of this race could do, because in the future, the battle between the army of the Iron Fang and them would be inevitable.

At the beginning of spring, an army under his command will go to the northern ice fields, and their enemies will be a horde of barbarians of several hundred people.

"Human, do you only hide?" After several encounters, because Lancelot didn't intend to fight him hard, he kept relying on his combat experience to dodge with him, which made the barbarian chief very aggrieved and angry, so he finally couldn't help but roar.

Huh? He speaks the continental lingua franca?

Lancelot's eyes flashed, and the Arondaite in his hand was instantly wrapped in black black light, and he stepped forward and slashed his sword at the barbarian in front of him, and there seemed to be a demon crying in the black light on the sword.

"Roar!"

A hint of excitement flashed in the barbarian's eyes, this coward was finally going to fight with him, and my lord was right, this group of humans was not provoked.

It's a pity that the result after the collision of the swords is not the parity he imagined, but his long knife turned into pieces and broke!

In his frightened eyes, the human eye he regarded as a coward flashed with black light, and instantly disappeared from his eyes, a huge force came from the crook of his leg, and the tower-like body fell to the ground with a bang, and then the back of his head hurt and his eyes went black, and he didn't know anything.

Lancelot came up behind him, kicked him in the crook of the leg, knocked him off balance and fell to his knees, then slammed the blade of his sword on the back of the head.

"I shouldn't be shot to death. Lancelot muttered to himself as he looked at the barbarians who had fallen to the ground, he felt that his hands seemed to be a bit heavy, but with the constitution of this group of barbarians, he should be able to withstand it.