The snow was falling and the wind was biting.

Rhodes could feel the power of the beasts galloping, that power, primitive, full of wildness. Wild and uninhibited.

Rhodes could even feel the tearing sensation of the cold wind blowing through the fur of the herd, and the cold touch of the endless snowflakes. At this moment, Rhodes could sense the presence of the herd, and likewise, the herd could sense the presence of the oracle that summoned them.

The ground trembled violently, and many Norscans turned their heads and looked around. I saw that on the snowfield, a large herd of beasts appeared, and when people saw those beasts clearly, it was too late.

At the head of the pack was a flock of furious woolly rhinos, northern rhinos that were even bigger than the Imperial tanks, covered in thick cowhide and thick hair, almost like a herd of heavy tanks, or even deadlier than heavy tanks, because they ran with enough force to smash everything in front of them. Not to mention flesh and blood, even ordinary low walls will be crushed in an instant.

Behind this herd of woolly rhinos are a variety of different snowy beasts. All the beasts seem to have been summoned to the battlefield by some mysterious force. Even the Icewolf, the tribe's most loyal companion, shuddered. This filled the originally confident Norscans with fear in an instant.

They began to flee, out of order. Without the command of the chief, the army could not complete the most basic formation, even if a few elders fought hard to lead their own people against the enemy. But it didn't work much, because no one would have thought that the chief would be killed, and the leaderless clan looked so confused and helpless in the face of the sudden horde of berserk beasts.

When the leading woolly rhinoceros rushed in, the crowd dispersed. With the force of the furious impact, the woolly rhinoceros rushed all the way, crushing all the way, and the tribal warriors were knocked into the sky, and when they landed, they were crushed by the beasts that followed behind, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and the blood stained the snow red, like a massacre.

Even the sturdy tribal cavalry was knocked down by the woolly rhinoceros, the war horse neighed and fell, and the rider was pierced by the huge horns of the woolly rhinoceros, and the whole person was stuck in it, galloping with the beasts, and the blood and water were wild......

Screams and screams were incessant.

In the center of the encirclement, Rod carried the tomahawk and smashed the thunder tomahawk to the ground, and in an instant, blue lightning jumped in the earth, tearing a hole in the crowd along the crack.

"Follow me, rush out!"

In the chaotic snowfield, Rhodes shouted with all his might.

The members of the squad began to retreat with their lord, along the gap, everyone ran wildly, dodging the chaotic crowd, Rhodes slashed the battle axe on a Norscan warrior who was in the way, and just as he pulled out the axe, a huge snow eagle swept past his eyes, grabbing another Norsca hunter who was about to attack Rhodes into the air, the snow eagle's claws pierced deep into the eye sockets, and the tribe hunter was screaming and struggling, blood flowing. Everyone

The staggered figures and the raging beasts darkened the otherwise quiet snowfield.

After possessing the armor of Ersun, Rhodes only felt that his whole body was full of strength, as if he had inexhaustible physical strength. He dodged the thrust of one of the tribal cavalrymen, snatched the spear with one hand, and pulled the tribal cavalry directly off the horse, and at the same time turned over on the horse, and the horse jumped high, kicking the original rider down, and when the front hooves landed, he stepped on the rider's chest, squeezing out all his blood.

Rhodes rushed over, grabbed Caroline, and picked up the warhorse, while the white bear Ursok opened the way in front. The bear roared and charged, knocking away all the soldiers who stood in its way, and the horses struggled to run away before they could hear the bear rushing at him.

In the snow, Caroline's long hair was pressed against Rod's cheek, and her body was close to each other, for fear that she would accidentally fall off the horse's back. I don't know how long this chaotic sprint lasted, but when Rhodes and his party broke out of the encirclement, the tribe in the distance was still in chaos.

However, when Rhodes moved away, the herd ceased to rage and began to retreat.

......

They stopped at a hill, and they couldn't run anymore, so they rested for a while. The high place can be easily observed, and once there is a pursuer, it can be spotted as soon as possible. Although they were far away from the tribe, there was no guarantee that the barbarians would not catch up again. He killed their chieftain and robbed him of his treasures. Rhodes didn't dare to guarantee that the Norscans would catch up again, after all, the herd could only hold on for a while, and when he left, when the magic of the Book of Ten Thousand Beasts ended, the herd would still retreat. They can't go on an infinite rage and fight for humanity.

The snow had stopped, and a magnificent crimson filled the western sky, reflecting the originally pale earth in red, like a flowing ocean, which looked atmospheric and magnificent. It's just that this magnificence reminds Rhodes of the bloody battle a few hours ago. There, at this moment, should be covered with the corpses of thousands of tribal soldiers.

This is a big clan, otherwise it can't afford to take such a blow. Some small clans only have one or two thousand people, and after such a toss, it is almost equivalent to extermination.

As the sun set, the Mithril battle axe in his hand reflected a dazzling silver light, and Rhodes quickly ripped off a piece of black cloth and wrapped the battle axe. They must not make fires, for fear that the smoke will attract pursuers.

Grondi took from his waist a piece of cured meat, which he had just snatched from the Norscans, as well as a few blood sausages and dried fish. I had to obey, the dwarves still remembered to grab food in such a chaotic battlefield...... As far as Rhodes saw with his own eyes, Grondi was hit hard by at least twenty or thirty blows with various weapons, and if he were an ordinary person, one hit would be enough to kill.

But Grondi still looked intact, except for a slight bruise on the back of his hand...... Worthy of an iron crusher...... Rod could only sigh secretly.

Others weren't so lucky, Sibes had a deep cut in his arm to protect the lord, and even though he was wrapped in bandages, blood continued to seep out. Yeskovich was stabbed in the waist, and the part covered in gauze was also blood-red. At the same time, he also had a few more scars on his face. Bogur, covered in wounds, was once again dragged out of the battlefield by Grondi, and was now leaning against the stones and falling asleep......

Caroline's condition was slightly better, except for a slight bruise, and she leaned on Rod's shoulder tiredly, and quietly closed her eyes. Everyone is hurrying to rest, and it seems that Rod is the only one who still maintains his full physical strength. He put his hand on this breastplate, feeling its power, feeling its surging power, feeling the wrath of the bear god, the power of countless northern war bears rampant in his body, filling every muscle and every inch of skin in his body......