"Haven't you retreated? Don't you see that the Imperial fleet has blocked the river?"

Steele Bjorn roared loudly.

His face was bruised, and his hands were clenched into fists, making a gesture of eagerness. Of course, he was prepared to do so. The big chief in front of him seemed to him to be a pig. Except for bravery, bloodthirsty and brutality, there is no other advantage.

He should have been the Great Chief, but why didn't the Blood God value him?, Steele grumbled inwardly, and this complaint turned into anger that spread his voice. And this roar also caused the great chieftain to be extremely dissatisfied.

"You, cowardly coward. ”

The Great Chief's deep voice echoed through the hall. At this moment, he was like a bull ready to attack, staring at the shorter fellow in front of him with a pair of blood-red eyes. Or rather, in the eyes of the Great Chief, Steele was not his kind at all, he was not strong enough, he was timid and fearful, and he was not worthy of commanding an army at all. If it weren't for his grandfather's legacy, there would be no place for him here.

"My army will defeat this small imperial army, and the warriors of the tribe will break through the gates of this city and plunder this great city......"

"You're dreaming!"

Steele's roar interrupted the Grand Chief's chatter.

"Coward, get out of my tent!"

The Great Chief's roar overwhelmed all the voices present. It's just that, in the next second, a louder roar drowned out all the sounds here.

With the trembling of the earth, everyone couldn't help but rush out of the tent.

I saw that under the dim sky, black flues cut through the sky, which were the artillery of the Empire......

"Pick guys!"

A manic and chaotic roar rang out in the barbarians' camp. Countless barbarian soldiers poured like a torrent towards the tiny Imperial army on the shore.

......

"Three o'clock!"

"Lower the breech, damn it, hurry up!"

On the banks of the Rick River, the commander-in-chief of the artillery of the Imperial fleet was shouting at his men.

On the flagship, the Black Gold Rose, twenty heavy guns were adjusting their firing angles, and with the commander's order, a dense burst of shells shot out. The explosion of the cannon from the chamber made the artillerymen cover their ears.

In the next second, high-speed flying shells swept through the crowd, setting off a storm of blood......

I saw that where the solid cannonball passed, the fragments of the human body flew wildly, and the body of the barbarian soldier hit by the cannonball disintegrated instantly, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood. The cannonball fell to the ground, and the resulting air wave even toppled the surrounding crowd.

However, this could not stop the wild bloodthirsty impulses of the barbarians.

Raging and roaring, the barbarian infantry rushing to the front was like wild beasts, losing all reason. The bloody images did not stop them from charging in the slightest, and even inspired their more savage and bloodthirsty bestiality.

Soon, the barbarians who frantically rushed up fought with the Imperial soldiers who had landed on the shore.

The shield array that had just been formed quickly collapsed.

A beast-like roar echoed across the banks of the Rick River, and the entire front was filled with the sound of steel clashing and the screams of wounded soldiers.

Blood stained the banks of the Rick River. Stepping on the corpses of the Imperial soldiers, the barbarian warriors cut off their heads and let out a contented roar.

"We must get back on board!"

The infantry commander shouted.

The dense Imperial infantry had to slowly retreat from the shore. On the banks of the Rick River, there was a crowd of people, and countless Imperial soldiers were pushed into the water.

The barbarians were squeezing frantically, and the Imperial soldiers were constantly retreating, like a herd of wild beasts chasing a fleeing flock.

"We underestimated their ......"

On the deck of the warship, Maximian, the Elector of Oster, sighed in thought.

"Wait, where's Rod?"

In a trance, Maximian turned his head and asked. In the blink of an eye, this stranger, the VIP, has disappeared.

Suddenly, he heard the exclamations of the crowd on the shore. Maximian looked up in the direction from which the voice came, and saw the sound of thunder and lightning flashing in the dim sky, accompanied by the heart-rending screams of the barbarians, and blood splashing from the center of the battlefield.

If you look closely, it's just an ordinary human warrior in the barbarian crowd. And behind him, unconsciously followed by many imperial knights......

"What's that?!"

Not only Maximian, but also the other two Electors also showed expressions of incredible surprise. Finally, when there was a thunderous explosion, dust and blood fell to the ground, and people saw the "meat grinder" on the field. But just an ordinary human warrior - the Great Lord of the North of Kislev?

"That's all you can do? another thousand, and let me slaughter it all the time!"

Bathed in blood, Rhodes roared.

All the barbarian warriors present couldn't help but widen their eyes in horror, they had never seen such a warrior in the Empire...... At first glance, this man in plain gear and wearing a manticore lion cloak is simply more savage than a tribal warrior.

Even the bravest Blood God warriors can't do anything against it.

Surrounding Rhodes, within a radius of several meters, no one dared to approach. On the ground, there were shattered and charred corpses. The one-man tall greatsword burst into flames, and blue-purple lightning enveloped the strange battle axe.

Roar......

Rhodes roared, the Thunder Tomahawk was thrown vigorously, and a red-eared popping sound was heard in the air. The tomahawk flew out at the speed of an arrow, and the Norsca infantry along the way had no time to dodge, and the blood splashed like a wave, splashing in a whole row.

Taking advantage of the enemy's panic, Rhodes swung his dragon's tooth sword and rushed towards the dense barbarian army.

The Imperial knights behind him were greatly encouraged, and they roared into battle.

The burning dragon's tooth sword slashed the round shield of the Norscar warrior with a sword, slashed the barbarian warrior hiding behind the round shield to the ground, pulled out the long sword, the great lord of the northern realm took a step and charged, with the help of the power of the charge, the heavy dragon tooth sword slashed fiercely from top to bottom, and a Norsca spearman who had no time to dodge was suddenly split in two by the giant sword, the giant sword cut in from the shoulder, split from the thigh, and the entire Norsca infantry body was instantly cut in two!

A brave barbarian warrior rushed to the side, but was grabbed by the throat by the burly Grand Lord of Kislev with one hand and thrown out like a chicken.

Another Norscan spearman threw a hunting spear, but Rhodes held it with one hand, only to see the high lord pinch it lightly, and the spear broke in the middle. Leave the spearman's expression of horror. Without giving the other party a chance to escape, Rhodes held the spear in one hand and threw the half of the spear violently.

Whoosh......

There was the sound of a hunting spear flying in the air, and in the next second, the spear thrower had been pierced through the body by half a hunting spear. The spearhead pierced through the back and out of the chest, and the spearhead was still clinging to some broken internal organs and scarlet blood......

"Are you sure he's not a wildling?"

The Nord Elector Theodoric asked.

"I've never seen him fight...... "Maximian replied in a stumbling manner, "but, perhaps, that's how they fought, to survive in such harsh places as the north......"