Like wolves chasing their lone prey, thousands of Norscan marauders armed with tomahawks and spears, led by their leaders, launched a siege and hunt for the Kislev squad, which consisted of only 100 men.

Rhodes turned on his horse and rushed to the front, leading the team to evacuate urgently. Usok the White Bear roared from the sidelines, crashing into the surrounding Marauder warriors. The pocket array was slowly retracting, however, time and time again, the bear knights led by Rhodes broke through the encirclement of the enemy.

They fought bloodily, and one by one the Norsca raiders fell to the swords of the many, but soon more marauders followed. Rhodes suddenly realized that these barbarians besieging him were the same barbarian warriors who had destroyed the Imperial Legion in the first place. Their morale was high, and the hunt plan was well underway.

Rhodes firmly believes that such a force must have an absolutely strong leader. When the horn sounded, Rhodes saw the ice giants in the snow and mist. Like a tower, it stood in front of the expeditionary team.

"Follow me, rush out!"

Glancing at the slow-moving Ice Giant, Rhodes decided to break through from the other side. Even though there are a lot of marauders here, it's better to break through than the giants.

Ursok roared and rushed forward, overturning four or five marauders, Rhodes followed, and with a swing of his greatsword, he knocked the two barbarian warriors away, and Sibez's war hammer followed, knocking down the barbarian on Rhodes' right with a single blow. There were too many enemies, too dense, and Rhodes could only withdraw his heavy sword and draw his double axe to fight.

"In Thor's name!"

shouted the name of Thor, and in the next second, the sky changed color. The originally pale canopy of the sky was soon shrouded in layers of dark clouds, and thunder rolled in the clouds. The crowd on the ground couldn't help but look up at this strange and terrifying scene.

More and more powerful forces are pouring into Rhodes.

The ice wolf was frightened, and the horse neighed, and despite the rider's pull, he retreated and galloped wildly. Immediately after, in the black-pressed crowd, there was a thunderous explosion, and circles of blue-purple electric light surrounded the Kislev Lord in the center of the battlefield.

Each blow was like a thunderbolt, blowing away four or five tribal marauders. The enemy's blood, internal organs, and severed arms poured down like rain, staining Rhodes in the center of the battlefield into a completely bloody man.

However, the sound of wild war drums soon sounded. The horrific scene did not make these barbarians retreat, on the contrary, the blood stimulated them, making them even more bloodthirsty and brutal, and each marauder seemed to have turned into bloodthirsty beasts, with only the desire to kill in their eyes. Stepping on the corpses of their dead kind, waves of Marauder warriors poured up.

Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice skull!

Shouting slogans that Rhodes didn't understand, the berserkers pounced one after another, and gradually, Rhodes' whole body was covered with scars.

An axe wound even pierced the entire back. If it weren't for the strong physique bestowed by Father Urson, such an injury would have made people fall to the ground.

"Brother, cover me!"

With that, Yeskovich, the High Priestess of the Bear God, chanted an ancient incantation, and everyone in the team seemed to have a layer of hard fur growing on their bodies, strong enough to resist ordinary sword attacks.

While the spell lasts, everyone broke through again under the onslaught of the enemy.

The two white bears slammed left and right, roaring and tearing open the flesh and bones of their enemies!

In the midst of the chaos of the crowd, Rhodes picked up his tomahawk and smashed it forward with all his might. In an instant, the power of thunder and lightning rolled, and in the deafening thunder, hundreds of Norsca warriors in the fan-shaped area ahead were blown away...... Flesh fell from mid-air......

Seizing this opportunity, everyone rushed along the gap.

The last ice wolf bit Rod's calf, but the white bear Usok bit his neck from behind and brutally threw it out, and the wolf's blood flew in the air......

I don't know how long it took to flee like this, but they didn't stop until the sun went down. It's a great looking hideaway. Dense pine forests hide the movement of the crowd, and heavy snow hides footprints. So that the tribe's wolf dogs can't find this place for a while. But it's not absolute, no matter what, it will leave a trace of smell. Eventually, the Icewolf and the Mastiff will follow the scent.

Rod knew he had to take a break, and neither did the team. After a long day of fighting and fleeing, everyone was exhausted, and almost everyone had injuries on their bodies. Now, not to mention finding Seedorf, the son of Marius, it is difficult to even protect himself. That battlefield was originally a trap, and perhaps the barbarians had known that someone would come back to look for traces of the legion, so they had been waiting there for a long time. It's like a hunter waiting for his prey. And he still bumped into it stupidly. For the first time, he was tricked by the Norscans. Rod felt that the opponent he had encountered this time was not ordinary. Or maybe you're overconfident.

"Mission failed, damn it, we're being targeted. That Seedorf, the devil knows where he went. Perhaps it has long been a barbarian's dinner. You see that battlefield, and they don't intend to stay alive. ”

Bear Rider complained.

"Of course. Now, let's not talk about finding Seedorf and rescuing him, we can't protect ourselves. If the marauders find us again, I promise we won't be able to afford another fight. ”

Sibes also said with resentment.

You can see that everyone has helplessness and loss written on their faces. They came with confidence, but they were embarrassed by such a vicious fight. And the way back is long and long.

"To the south, it takes a week to reach the Port of Keel. ”

Celta proposed.

"That's looking for death. Marauders will block all roads to the south, and they will not spare their prey if they are prepared. Yes, we became their prey. ”

Yeskovich analyzed it while bandaging Rode's wounds.

"So what to do?

The whining is getting heavier.

"Quiet!"

Rod couldn't help but shout.

"There's always a way around. This is not a desperate situation! Brothers, take heart. In the past, we have encountered difficulties that have been much more difficult than this, but each time, we have been able to save the day. ”

"It's not always so lucky. ”

Bogur chimed in.

Rod glared at him, and the dwarf couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Great Lord, there may be another way to go. ”

The dwarven ranger Glive Bronze walked over with a copy of his expedition notes.

"Where did you come from? There is no road here, are you blind?"

Bogur was furious.

"It's not a road on land, it's a road in the sky, a road in the sky. ”

Gref frowned and said cautiously.