Someone once used to describe the enormity of a bull as a cloud across the sky, but this was an exaggerated metaphor to most people. But when the bull appeared on the edge of the Dawn's Breath illumination range, even if only its front half of its body was exposed, the oppressive feeling like the sky cracking at the top made people's hearts beat faster unconsciously. Especially, when Cheese saw the bull's eyes, the things that jumped in those eyes made Grey want to run away subconsciously, and it felt even more so than facing a dragon, and he had to restrain his instincts to stand still.

The mage looked at his companions, trying to alert them to the bull and to see how they looked when confronted by the thing. But no one needed his reminder, and the dull cry had already sworn to everyone the arrival of the beast, and every pair of eyes were looking at the black beast in the light of the light and even in the thick fog.

The first to take action was the Yew people. It was clear that the wooden guys didn't like their battle to be disrupted, and the bull had attacked their companion who was in charge of long-range suppression in the fog. So the elves who had fought with Lothar and Atta left their opponents and began to regroup and move closer to the intruders.

Lothar was the first to recover from the shock of the bull, and he frowned slightly, according to the information he had received earlier, this black bull was probably the skinned one who had come to take the life of the sacrifice. The Earl had thought that the Yew people were already a formidable opponent, but now it seemed that the threat they posed was far from comparable. The best option at the moment should be to take the opportunity to besiege the Skinned with the Yew people, as for these elven mercenaries, the Earl believes that even if they survive the bull's wrath, they will not be able to cause any more trouble.

But Cheese stopped him with his outstretched arm, and the mage shook his head slightly, of course he knew that fighting with the Yew Man at this time was the best outcome against the Skinner. But there is a premise, and the premise is that they can actually bring down the bull together. Therefore, it is the best policy in his heart to first borrow the hands of this group of goblins to see the details of the skin-skinners, and even if the bull is strong and easily defeats the Yew people, it can just break through their fog, and without this restriction, Cheese and Wuqi can play a lot more means.

As soon as the battle broke out, the yew archers, who had survived hiding in the fog, were the first to shoot venom-smeared arrows at the bull, but these arrows were not even as good as the gadfly's mouthparts, and they were blocked by the pitch-black fur that could not hurt the beast in the slightest. However, they are not discouraged, any creature has weaknesses, and leather always has soft and fragile places. Provided that they have enough time to find those weaknesses.

"Can they win?" asked the swordswoman who leaned in, and it was clear that Atta knew more about the Yew people than the mage, so her opinion became very important when judging the direction of the situation. It's just that he didn't realize that there was a gap between Atta's knowledge of the Yew Man and her knowledge of the Skin-Skinner, and she couldn't give the answer he wanted.

"I don't know. The swordswoman bit her lip, and with the appearance of the Yew Man, the information in her head was churning and churning in ways that no one else knew, and the things that existed but were forgotten, those things that had never been remembered, were pulled out of the water like a fishing net with this little dot, "That cow doesn't have pure iron and hellfire, does it? That's all I know, that's all I know..."

Atta looked in a bad state, her head shaking slightly, as if she was throwing something out, and as if she wanted to sort out a path in her chaotic thoughts. It's just that no one pays special attention to her anomalies except for Batu, and their main focus is still on the Yew people and bulls. And between the words they spoke, the battle between the two was in full swing.

The Yew people have the advantage in numbers and equipment, and it can be seen that these guys are indeed worthy of their status as mercenaries, and when facing the skinners, their formation is scattered and not messy, and they are trying to pull the opponent's energy. The warriors on either side of the bull are always making intimidating movements, and if it weren't for the bull's eyes on either side of the head, it would have been hesitant by the intimidation on the left and right. And for it, the way to break this situation is very simple, just bow your head and rush forward.

"Moo!" When the black cloud moves, the momentum is reminiscent of a herd of wild horses galloping across the grassland. A man in his army, a phrase that many can only hear in the story of the bard, but when the bulls began to charge, the cheese seemed to watch the thousands of horses pour down the hillside like bursting water.

"Okay. Lothar unconsciously praised, at this moment he did not see the evil of the Skinned Man or anything else, he just rushed to the majestic momentum of this giant beast to praise from the bottom of his heart. The Earl had not seen a huge creature, the deep sea monsters of Heartless Bay, and even the giant creatures that could be named Aquaman. But those beings from the deep sea are not the same as bulls running on land with four hooves. The vibration of the hooves falling to the ground, the agitation of each bundle of muscles, and the galloping from slow to fast are incomparable to the aquarium wandering between the water and the sky.

The two yew men standing in front of the bull rose into the sky like mustard seeds in the gale. Their half-crouched bodies and the shields in front of them didn't work as well as they should. Even a body as solid as a tree was torn apart by the heavy impact. The power of one blow is comparable to the siege machine!

But as Atta said before, although the horns of the bull are hard and the hooves are solid, they are not pure iron after all, and the sparkle in its eyes cannot be turned into hellfire. The Yew Men scattered to the ground were still active, and it might take some time for them to put their scattered body parts back together, but it was only a matter of time. And as the bull's pace slowed down and prepared to turn for a second charge, the rest of the yew people had already leaned close to it. They don't give it the distance to regain speed.

"Whew. "The bull, snorting the air with a mist that turns into a black miasma of smoke in its nose and mouth, reminiscent of the black smoke that rises from a flame. It seemed to sense something, and looked back at the cheese, the lantern on the mage's staff, to be exact. It was the light of the morning light, the light that could kill the skinner, not enough to penetrate its skin now, but enough to make it uncomfortable.

"Get ready for battle," Greyrobe said to his companions suddenly, "those yew people won't be able to stop it for long." ”