"For Blackhammer!"

Under the blood-colored sun, Rhodes roared and charged with his sword, his nearly one-man-tall two-handed sword slashing through the enemy in front of him, and flesh gushed out of his body that had been cut in half.

The three hundred Norscan warriors behind him were also bloodthirsty. The enemy was already in a trap, they had no formation to speak of, and those in front fled for their lives, and those behind were squeezed back by those in front, causing local confusion and stampede.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the enemy army, Rhodes led this elite unit directly into the heart of the enemy.

"Fight, brothers, kill them all!

Rushing to the front, Rhodes roared in blood, his greatsword tearing through the flesh and blood of his enemies again and again, carving out deadly arcs in the blood-colored air.

"Roaring ......"

With a wild roar, the Chill Iron Greatsword stabbed out of the air, piercing the heart of the Norsca warrior in front of him. Then, Rod stepped up to his enemy's chest, and brutally pulled out his blood-stained sword. As another Norsca warrior was about to rush in front of him, the sharp two-handed greatsword swung out violently, slashing the opponent's head.

Scarlet blood erupted from the headless body, and before the corpse could fall, he withdrew his sword, slashing his two-handed greatsword from top to bottom as the third enemy rushed forward. The enemy raised his shield, but the shield and helmet were still so fragile in the face of the Black Hammer Lord's furious power. Rhodes slashed his round shield with a sword, and at the same time, the great sword sliced open the helmet of the Norscan warrior in front of him, and black and red blood poured down from the top of his head.

Behind him, the dwarven butcher Bogul was equally bloodthirsty and slaughtering. His tomahawk danced wildly through the crowd like two meat grinders, first splitting the paws of a Gnoscan hunter with an axe, then severing his calf with another axe, blood pouring from the broken leg, and the butcher trampling on the dead Norscan, another mending knife splitting the head.

A desperate Icewolf lunged at Bogul, from the ground, they were almost the same height, Icewolf was fast, but Bogul was even more powerful. Facing the direction of the beast's pounce, the butcher tightened his grip on the tomahawk, and the moment before the ice wolf pounced, his calves bent, lowering his body's center of gravity, and at the same time, his hands slammed into its body.

The giant ice wolf leaped into the air, only to pounce in mid-air, and at the same time, the dwarven butcher appeared below him, slicing open his belly with an axe from below. Blood and intestines spilled out of the wolf's belly, and Bogul was almost drowning in the blood of the beast, but he liked the taste, this was the taste of killing!

"Come on, beasts!"

Rising from the ground, the butcher roared again and slashed at the next enemy.

On the ground, there were people fighting bloodily, and above their heads, the rain of arrows from the Black Hammer Fort coalition army was still spilling wave after wave towards the enemy.

The sun was setting in the west, and the forest paths were piled with the corpses of the enemy. In less than ten minutes, at least seven or eight hundred northern Norsca marauders had fallen under the blades of the Black Hammer Fort coalition forces.

However, the one-sided slaughter was soon stopped, and the barbarians from the north, led by the chieftain of the Norsca tribe, held their footing.

Even if they were perfectly ambushed and trapped, the number of tribal warriors was still twice as large as that of Rhodes. Norscans are not nezu-people and goblins, and even when they are in danger, they will not be so cowardly to retreat as long as they have a leader to lead the group.

Soon, these marauder warriors from the north began to counterattack.

They trampled on the corpses of their comrades and continued to assault the allied defenses of Fort Blackhammer. From the forest trail to the small highland slopes on one side, there are dense Noscans. As Rhodes had expected, the swamp on the right side of the road was impassable, so everyone concentrated on the road and the left side of the road, holding their shields aloof, and storming the high ground again and again.

On the high ground, the Blackhammer Fort coalition fought back. The soldiers pushed rocks and logs down the slope to stop the Norscans from climbing the attacking heights. The Gnosca soldiers who were crushed were everywhere, some were crushed with their arms and thighs broken, some were crushed and their heads were blown off, and their brains and blood flowed all over the ground, and some were directly crushed flat, leaving only a puddle of red flesh and mud on the ground......

However, this still did not stop the Gnoscans from charging for their lives.

On the high ground, the chief knight Virgil ordered the archers to shoot freely. The skinned werewolves have begun to enter the battlefield. At the beginning of the ambush, these "special forces" of the Norsca tribe were left behind and were not slaughtered, and now, the tribe has gained a foothold under the leadership of the chief Asabal, and in order to break through the defensive line, the chief ordered all the troops that did not participate in the battle to join the battle.

The horror of the skinning wolf is no longer its fangs and claws, but its bloody appearance, and the reason why these werewolves are called skinning wolves is because these bloodthirsty werewolves will peel off the human skin and wear it as leather armor after killing humans. This is where the skinning wolf comes in.

At this moment, these wild werewolves were about to rush to the high ground, they were covered in layers of human skin, and their eyes were shining with red blood. Roaring like a demon from hell.

Knight Virgil had to form a second line of defense with his men to resist the Gnosca army's charge on the high ground. According to the arrangement of Lord Rhodes before the battle, this high ground is very important and will determine the trend of the entire battle. In the era of cold weapons, fighting a war relied on both strength and physical strength, and the upward attack consumed a huge amount of physical strength, which no matter which general knew.

"Fight to the end!"

Virgil, the chief knight, roared, and then swung his sword and cut off the head of a skinning wolf.

The Blackhammer Castle guards behind him rallied into a single row of shields to fend off the other werewolves and Norscan wildlings charging up.

Bloody battles unfold in the forest. From forest trails to highlands, from swamp edges to around traps. The plan could never keep up with the changes, and in the original plan, the enemy's position would be chaotic after the trap was triggered, and then the boss would lead the main elite to fight in, triggering a chain rout of the Norsca army. But the reality was that they were outnumbered, and after killing hundreds of them, the barbarians did not rout, on the contrary, the Norscar chiefs, who did not want to lose the battle like this, launched a counterattack. This is a whole tribe, and if it loses, his tribe will perish. Therefore, if you don't fight, you will die, and you can only fight to the death.

The castle guard beside Virgil the knight was pounced on by the bloodthirsty werewolf, and the soldier screamed and tried to kick the werewolf away, but within a few moments, his whole body was bitten into meat sauce...... Dripping blood trickled down the tip of the skinned wolf's teeth, and just as he was about to attack his next target, a crossbow bolt came straight from the front, straight into his eye socket.

Virgil was unable to protect himself, and he used his shield to knock away a skinning werewolf, only to be targeted by another Norscan warrior, and the bloody tomahawk swung wildly, constantly striking the knight's iris shield with a crisp metal crash. After being attacked repeatedly, Virgil fell backwards, and as the Norskas pounced, the sword stabbed coldly, and a sword stabbed into the abdomen of the enemy.

He tried to bring his foe down, but the vicious werewolf immediately bit his calf and dragged him to the ground, only to see that the skinning wolf was about to bite when a cold spear pierced its body. Caroline, the Frost Witch, came to his aid from behind. The soldiers of Heidelberg, under her leadership, stubbornly supported the defensive line.

"Cover me, give me time to cast spells!"

Caroline, her hands stained with blood and a trace of blood on her face, shouted at Virgil. Although the knight was wounded, he was still the captain and the commander. Only his order allowed the troops to regroup again.

"Brothers, assemble and protect the witch!"

He shouted loudly, got up with difficulty, and rushed at a Norscan cavalryman, rough and tattered fur jacket, improvised bayonet spear, he glared at the charge in front of him, but before he could rush over, he was stabbed off the back of his horse by the halberd soldiers of the Ring City, and the horse neighed and galloped past the knight.

In the face of danger, the troops continued to build. They had no choice, and if the Norsca Bloodspear tribe was allowed to take the high ground, the battle would be over.

A dozen shield-wielding infantry surrounded the Frost Witch tightly in the middle, and as the magic spell began to be chanted, the temperature around Caroline dropped sharply, and the hoarfrost gathered around her at a speed visible to the naked eye, her eyes turning transparent blue, and the magical energy continued to increase.

Soon, a huge cloud of ice appeared in the blood-red sky, the clouds swirled like a whirlpool of seawater, and countless sharp hailstones gathered in the clouds, which was the Hail Storm spell of the Frost Witch.

In the next second, a large hole was torn open in the sky, and a large amount of crushed ice fell to the ground at an alarming speed. Like an avalanche, it swooped down on the Blood Spear tribe that was attacking the highlands......