"I want that dog!" Phil pointed to Parkin's mount, "Merlin's dog skin has been burned, and Phil has to get him a new one." ”

The frost giants of the wasteland have always called wolves dogs, and only their huge stature can be fearless against tall wolves.

Parkin's mount whined back, refusing to step forward no matter how much he thrashed. "I'm going to skin you and cramp you, stew and eat you. ”

"Retreat, kid!" Old Bill reached out and grabbed Fei'er's sleeve, and suddenly realized that the frost giant's combat power was quite terrifying even if it was a young child, and the skin of the wolf in the Ash Furnace Village was Fei'er's handwriting, but now the wolf's skin was burned.

"Dog, don't run, Fei'er will skin you today. The Frost Giant snapped his fingers.

"Enough, big man, this is not the place for you to play. Parkin was furious, and as a squad leader, he felt like he had never been so embarrassed.

The Frost Giants are a symbol of evil in the eyes of the creatures of the Northlands, not only because of their natural penchant for killing, but also because of their strength. As an old rival of Arthur's Protoss, the Frost Giant has withdrawn from the dominance of the Northlands Wasteland, but as a bloodline left behind in the Wasteland, even the cubs of the Frost Giants are powerful in combat.

Parkin's team consisted of five wolf knights and eight kobold infantry. The eight bronze knights led by Old Bill resisted very hard, but Old Bill was a white-eyed knight. A Silver Knight with a broken arm is also a Silver Knight. Now there is another Frost Giant, and the scales of battle are gradually changing.

But Parkin wasn't worried, there was a powerful spellcaster hidden behind him, and her strength alone was stronger than the entire kobold team.

Parkin knew he couldn't back off, and if he stepped back, his men would probably have an idea. But he was also very broken at this time, the wolf faced a frost giant like a mouse meets a cat, don't look at these wolf fangs more than two meters high at the shoulder, but when facing the frost giant, they softened.

Parkin jumped off the wolf's back, and the former close comrade crouched on the ground and whined, his eyes full of fear.

"Soft eggs. "Parkin kicked the wolf hard, but it was just a few bronze knights, couldn't he do it without a mount?

If a few Bronze Horsemen had gone back in disgrace, they would have been skinned by Lord Wolfe, and Parkin raised the double-edged broadaxe in his hand and rushed forward again.

"Old fellow, your opponent is me. Parkin slashed at Old Bill, who had only one arm.

There was a loud bang, and the back knife in Old Bill's hand and the kobold's double-edged broadaxe slammed together. "Hahaha, enjoyable, come again. ”

The gray-haired goth laughed wildly, after recovering to the strength of the silver level, he had not yet met an opponent of equal strength, the leader of this kobold was not weak, but it was not his opponent. Obviously, in terms of strength, Parkin is much weaker than him, but the disadvantage of old Bill is also very obvious, he only has one right hand.

But this is not a battle between two people, this is the kobold preparing to attack the village. Those bronze knights in Ashfurnace Village were no match for kobold infantry, especially when the opponent still had an advantage in numbers. However, one thing is more fortunate that through the practice of old Bill in the past few days, the performance of these knights has a bit of a veteran feeling. Those who were injured only panicked a little at first, and then quickly calmed down.

Behind him is his own home, in front of him is the kobold, and everyone understands it. If you can't stop the kobold tonight, the home behind you will be destroyed.

Many people are not without courage, but lack the opportunity to perform. Old Bill, who is now bearded, is a role model for this group of knights.

"Children, now is the time to test the results of your drills. You all know the consequences of not being able to stop these beasts. Come on. "Old Bill wasn't a good leader, maybe he was more of a warrior, so he wasn't good at morale-boosting words, but at this time the language was pale, because one step back was home.

There is no turning back.

The kobolds' claws easily cut through the bronze knights' leather armor, and soon blood was spilling onto the hillside.

"Merlin, where are you, Merlin?" Augustine, with his hair disheveled and sweat mixed with grass clippings on his forehead, emerged from the darkness, "Have you ever seen Merlin?"

"Get out of here!" Parkin threw an axe from his waist in his left hand and whistled as Augustine flew over.

Poof, the elder of the Arian School leaned over and plunged his axe into the dirt of the hillside.

"You captured Merlin?" Augustine looked fiercely, he had been looking for Merlin since the news of the kobold's appearance in Ashfurnace Village spread, but until now, no one had seen the lord of Grayfurnace Village. Others may not know what Merlin means, but he knows very well, the saint has warned him more than once, Merlin's safety must be guaranteed, and if something goes wrong, the punishment will be very severe.

Augustine had heard of what it was like to be punished very severely, and there was a class of ascetics in the church who practiced in a small cave and did not see the light of day all year round.

The Arian School has always been regarded as a heretic by the Church, and although Lord St. Thomas is one of the three holy knights under the stars, it cannot change the status of the Arian Academy. But this situation is about to change, and the opportunity for this change is Merlin's manuscript, and Merlin's manuscript of the Last Judgment will be the key to it.

So Merlin must not be fine, must not be fine.

"So what," said Perkin, standing proudly, "I have long seen that little white face as unpleasant, and I have heard that in the Holy City your King David has a special fetish, and people like him must be able to sell it for a good price." ”

"Look for death. Augustine straightened up slowly, he didn't want to spend the rest of his life in a dark cave.

"Haha, your lord is in our hands, if you want him to live, be obedient and lay down your arms, or you will go to the city of Rome to find him. Parkin triumphantly circled the double-edged broadaxe in his hand, and the strange laughter of Ula Ulla rang out all around him.

"Surrender, surrender. ”

"Sell it, sell it to Rome. A lot of gold. ”

A terrifying murderous aura suddenly appeared.