Griff joined the Wolf Riders with his brother in the City of Betrayal, and like most big-eared monsters, he joined the Barbarian army not because of honor or faith.

When the barbarian hero Tanan returned from Tataria and once again banished the Wizard King's army, the barrenness of the land of Krurod did not improve much, but there was an obvious benefit to joining the army, which was to have a full bite to eat at all times.

And when the generals and captains relaxed the restrictions on war and plunder, their low-level soldiers also tasted some sweetness.

Because of the help of the necromancers and the resources of Tataria, the barbarian army was almost invincible during that time, and they even defeated the Erathians who outnumbered them on the Brakkat Plain, and that battle also created an illusory confidence in all the barbarian warriors that they could really recreate the glory of the barbarian empire.

If it weren't for the army in front of them, this confidence would have continued to swell, but it all came to an abrupt end in front of that cold defensive line.

There were no thick walls and no raging guns, and it seemed that the line of defense made of heavy shields and iron pipes was not even as imposing as the Crusaders of the Erathians, but even with the magic support of the magic mage that doubled the speed, no wolf could carry the knight on his back to break through the distance of fifty meters in front of the enemy line.

It was those fifty meters that became an insurmountable barrier of life and death in front of the barbarians.

"Bang bang!"

There was another dull burst of gunfire, and Griff could even see the white smoke and smell the pungent smell of gunsmoke wafting in front of the enemy formation, and behind him was a roar and flames that were even more violent than the gunshots, and in this roar the rubble continued to fall from the top of the valley, and after a vertical acceleration of the fall, it could easily smash the head of any wolf rider.

In front of him, there were roaring and charging compatriots and corpses that were falling at a faster pace, from wolves to big-eared monsters, but one thing in common was that the corpses were all mutilated like a hornet's nest.

The large number of blood holes caused the blood in the corpses to drain at an extremely rapid rate, often showing a withered pale on the skin not long after it had fallen, and the blood of all the dead gathered together to form several streams on the ground.

The large amount of blood condensed in a short period of time did not even have time to absorb the dry Gobi sand, and they charged on such a bloody road, and the clatter of the wolf's claws in the bloody water was like an elegy for themselves.

"Kill, !!"

Griff saw one of the big-eared monsters in the front team frantically raise his saber and throw it forward, he knew the squad leader, they even had an argument over the purse of an Erathian marksman during the Battle of Brakadon.

However, the captain, who had to choose to retreat with his fierce fangs at that time, was covered in blood at this time, and although his mouth shouted 'Kill', his tone was full of despair.

His saber spun in the air for thirty meters after being thrown at the enemy line before falling to the ground weakly, while he himself had risen from the wolf's back and lunged forward as the saber fell to the ground, leaving only Griff's frenzied back.

Griff didn't feel any encouragement or courage from this back, and making such a gesture at a distance of thirty meters from the enemy line only meant that the squad leader's heart was full of despair, and his actions only brought more fear to the wolves behind him.

"Bang bang!"

The team leader was beaten into a sieve in the air, half of his head dissipated into the air with the rising smoke, and when his body fell to the ground, he still maintained the posture of the vicious dog pounced.

Thirty meters, the inertia of the ammunition pushed his corpse back in place, not even a meter advanced, but in any case he was already the highest achiever of all the wolf riders who had died before, breaking through the fifty-meter death line, although it was useless.

Just as Griff watched his compatriots in front of him fall one after another in front of the enemy's line of defense but could not push any further, and gradually collapsed in despair due to the flames and artillery fire behind him, a ball of blue magical light suddenly quickly disappeared behind them.

The raging fire was quickly extinguished under the suppression of this blue light, and Taniguchi was opened.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from behind the white smoke produced after the fire was extinguished, and Griff could tell that it was the sound of the ogre's thick feet rubbing against the gravel floor, and sure enough, a four-meter-tall ogre with green fangs rushed out of the smoke and dust in a matter of seconds.

"Get out of here!"

He roared at Griff and the already terrified wolf riders in front of him, the two-meter-high iron-clad shield in his hand was the source of his confidence.

Griff quickly got out of the way, he didn't want to get into a fight with these guys who were considered barbarians even among the barbarians, and more importantly, he wanted to see how far the two-handed shield could advance in front of the enemy's death lines.

Perhaps, these rough-skinned brutes can really tear a gap in the enemy's defenses.

Three thousand ogres rushed into the mouth of the gourd.

When the ogre began to appear in the valley, a rapid and continuous trumpet sounded from the rear of the Spartacus army, and then the artillery positions and the musketeers began to retreat quickly but orderly, and when the solid shield wall began to spread out on both sides, Griff saw two barbarians and a female swordsman appear at the front of the enemy array.

Behind them were three thousand heavily armed swordsmen, but unlike all the armies he had seen before, the weapons in the swordsmen's hands were not knightly swords, not even swords.

With a single edge, the sword is more than two meters long, and the hilt alone is more than forty centimeters, and the sharp tip of the sword allows the user to carry out extremely fast assassination while holding it in both hands, and if it is a twist and slash, Griff feels afraid that he can be cut in two together with the wolf under him and himself.

Such a strange weapon made Griff's heart chill just by looking at it, and it was someone else who shared his worries.

"My lord, is this kind of weapon really possible? I have never seen a long sword like this, will the warriors not be used to it?"

On the hill, Casa walked worriedly behind Lear.

The last time he came out of the rift in time and space, the swordsmen in the army still used the universal knight's longsword of this world, and Lear went back to Spartacus and came back, and actually replaced all the melee soldiers with this strange weapon, although it turned out that Lear never did useless things, but he still had no bottom in his heart without experiencing the test of actual combat.

"Look, you'll know. ”

Lear didn't explain much.

Changing the way the world is waged has always been a question he is committed to thinking about, and he came up with this in a flash of inspiration when the development of thermal weapons is limited by technology.

Modao, a well-deserved king of cold soldiers on the battlefield, is the only killer weapon for the strong man in his previous life until the Central Plains Dynasty in the Tang Dynasty against the strange soldiers of ethnic minorities.

After the Tang Dynasty generals absorbed the power of the Han Dynasty's horse slashing sword and developed the Mo Sword, the Turkic soldiers were almost terrified of the Central Plains infantry, and in Lear's eyes, these barbarians were no different from the Turkic Tartars.

If it weren't for the limited time and energy, he would even have to apply the Qi family's mandarin duck formation to infantry tactics, in his previous life when he was a scout, he had a fanatical hobby and in-depth study of this aspect.

But he is not in a hurry, the biggest advantage of the Mo knife is not only that it is powerful but also very easy to use, and after a few days of short adaptation, the warriors of Spartacus have already eaten the number of ways in it.

Stabbing, chopping, chopping, slashing, and teasing, the use of the Mo knife is no different from the knight's long sword, but the two-handed hilt and extra-long blade can allow the swordsmen to exert stronger lethality with less fighting spirit, and the two armies that collide in such a narrow terrain are undoubtedly the best sharpening ground.

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