Countless fist-sized hailstones roared and smashed into the ground, creating extremely destructive ice storms in local areas, and dozens of werewolves and warriors of the Bloodspear clan were hit by these ice stones, and they were bloodied on the spot. Some of them were smashed in the head by the ice stone, and their brains were splashed on the spot, and the blood flowed profusely, and some were hit in the body and fell to the ground. Others were crushed to the ground by huge blocks of ice on the spot, and their bodies turned into puddles of bloody slurry, while the infantry screamed, their horses fled in all directions, and the cavalry crashed into their own men in a panic, trampling them into a pulp......

On the edge of the ice storm, the ice stone shattered and splattered like cold shrapnel into the Norsca warrior's body. The entire slope in front of the high ground was a blur of flesh and blood......

On the high ground, the soldiers of the Blackhammer Fort coalition struck their shields with their swords, cheering the success of the Frost Witch's spell attack.

However, the battle is not over. Behind a land of flesh and blood, the warriors of the Norsca tribe let out an even more savage roar. Blood and death stimulated their bloodiness, their bodies swelled slightly, their eyes turned bloodthirsty red, and they launched an even more savage attack towards the high ground occupied by the coalition forces.

The tribal chieftain Assabar personally led the charge, his battle axe dancing wildly in the air, chopping off the head of a Heidelberg soldier and slashing at the infantry of another Ring. Even though the Ring's infantry wore chain mail and blocked with shields, the chief's tomahawk pierced through the shield and chopped his arm in two.

The Icewolf beside Assabar leaped high and roared at the Blackhammer Guards. The strength of the Blackhammer Keep soldiers was powerless to fight back, except for the sound of bones shattering, and the chieftain's Icewolf unloaded the guard's entire arm.

Blood stained the wolf's face red, and soon, the bloodthirsty wolfwolf pounced on another Blackhammer Castle guard who was fighting the tribal warriors, its sharp fangs biting the soldier's throat, and with a sharp pull, tearing the blood vessels open, blood instantly gushed out from the torn wound, filling the soldier's mouth.

Countless miserable screams echoed through the forest.

"My lord, the heights can't be defended!"

While he was fighting bloodily, the guard next to him pointed to the forest heights not far away and shouted at Rhodes.

Looking in the direction pointed by the guards, Rhodes saw that the entire high ground was full of dense crowds. Apparently, the remaining Norscans, with a strong force, swooped down on the wooded heights in an organized manner.

Despite the fact that nearly a third of their soldiers had been killed in the previous ambush, the army of the entire Gnoscan tribe remained tenacious and fearful...... Killing is their top priority......

"Brothers, assemble! In the name of Ersun, charge after me!"

While there was still strength to fight back, Rhodes shouted loudly.

Around, more and more Norscan warriors began to gather towards their lords. At the end of the sunset, Rhodes and the White Bear launched an assault towards the place where the warriors of the Bloodspear clan were most concentrated.

With rage, the White Bear went on a rampage, he came from the harshest Troll Mountains, possessed noble bloodlines and great strength, and piles of tribal warriors were knocked away by the Spirit Bear, like a small group of cavalry charging, flying the infantry along the way.

Compared to the ice wolves of those tribes, the White Bear's fighting style is more brutal and bloody. The strong body knocked down the enemy and stepped directly on it, and with extraordinary strength, the white bear Usok clawed the fallen tribal warrior to the ground.

As the charge stopped, five or six Norscan infantry pounced on him at the same time, and they roared and tried to assassinate the White Bear, however, in a wild roar, the White Bear King pushed away all the human infantry on his back, and he first slapped the face of the soldier in front of him with a single claw, then roared and bit the throat of another tribe soldier, and then bit the thigh of the third soldier, and threw it furiously. Blood rushed through the air, and its own hair changed from snow-white to black and red......

Beside him was the blood-stained Lord of Blackhammer Castle, Rod.

The huge two-handed sword was stained with the blood of the enemy, and again and again it slashed and pulled out the enemy's body, and the broken body and legs and arms flew in front of Rod's eyes, and he swung his fist to knock down a Norscan warrior, and then plunged the great sword into his body, letting the warm blood flow on the ground.

The blood-colored sunset sprinkled the afterglow on the ground, and among the trees, there were swaying figures. Before another tribal warrior could rush forward, Rhodes drew his massive two-handed sword, then grabbed the blade with both hands, and the blood-colored greatsword danced in a deadly arc in the air, slicing the oncoming tribal warrior in half!

Blood and internal organs were sprinkled in the face......

Up and down the high ground, the figure scurried, the white bear and the ice wolf slaughtered together, the brave and good battle Norska ice wolf bit the neck of the white bear, however, Usok's thick fur was not afraid to fight, in a wild roar, the giant bear Usok angrily threw off the Noscar chieftain Icewolf, the low roar was like the king of beasts, before the ice wolf regained its footing, the white bear Usok pounced again, the violent force, the ice wolf was almost powerless to parry.

In front of the bleeding ice wolf, the white bear stood up, his huge height was absolutely crushing even in the middle of a group of Norscans, the ice wolf frost fang leaned over and roared, jumping up the moment the white bear pounced, and the two beasts fought fiercely in the air.

Frostfang has an incomparably rich experience in combat hunting, but in the face of sheer power, any skill is futile. It's just that the white bear has a Tarzan top-pressure pounce, and the chief's ice field wolf-frostfang is directly pressed under him. The bear's claws slapped in and a miserable wolf howl was heard, and Rod's spirit bear companion, Ursok, slapped the Norsca chieftain's ice wolf directly into the meat sauce......

"I'm going to kill you!"

Chieftain Assabal, who had lost the ice wolf for many years, roared hysterically and lunged in the direction of the white bear Usok.

However, at the moment when he was about to slay the white bear, a huge two-handed iron sword stood in front of the chief's axe blade. The Black Hammer Lord finally reached the high ground and fought with the defenders on the high ground to flank the remaining Norsca army.

"King of White Bears, you have finally appeared. ”

Chief Asabal let out a roar of challenge, and with all his might, he tried to push the blade of the axe towards Rod.

However, after the battle of the manticore, the trial of the bear spirit, Rhodes's strength has surpassed that of normal people, plus the blessing of the bear god Ersun. Under the pressure of the Blood Spear Chieftain's anger, the Lord of Blackhammer Castle did not move.

"My appearance is your end. ”

Rod roared under his breath. Pushing Asabal forward, the Bloodspear Chief stumbled backwards, and Rod's two-handed sword slashed in a large arc in the air, slashing again.

Aszabal raised his tomahawk to block, but was shocked by the force of the impact, and once again stood unsteadily backwards.

Without waiting for the other party to gain a foothold, Rhodes roared again, accompanied by thunderous power, the white light on the blade flashed, almost at the same angle, and Rhodes' big sword roared again. It's just that, this time, the power is greater.

Assabar raised his weapon again to block.

However, this time, Rod's strength was so great that he directly knocked Aszabar to the ground.

Both chieftains were covered in black blood, and when the chief tried to get up again, the blood-stained sword was already in his chest. The tip of the sword had even pierced the leather armor. Position against the heart.

"Kill me, and you won't win. My men will fight to the end and kill all the people here!"

The tribal chieftain Asabal gritted his teeth and said resentfully. His blood-soaked face looked distorted and hideous. However, Rhodes was not impressed.

"No, you've already lost. ”

Rod whispered back. In the distant forest, the majestic and ancient sound of trumpets echoed as the Great Wall sentinels returned......