The empty docks of Erich City, facing the trolls who have gathered here to land. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoViking warriors, led by priests and chieftains, mustered up the courage to assemble between the houses.

The temple guards who stayed behind formed the first human wall with their tall bodies. The old and weak, who had no fighting power, spontaneously and orderly moved inland along the city gates.

With the exception of a handful of gifted monks and young young warriors, all the Vikings were determined to die and were ready to return to Valhalla.

Ritual activities began to take place at various temples, and the rich mystical power began to throw the nature of Erich City into chaos.

Dressed in a deer's helmet cloak and dressed like the night of the wedding feast, the priest of Vitbo took over from the already timid Tovar and stood under a huge wooden pillar nearly a hundred meters high, waiting for the bloody battle to come.

As Vidal's priest, Viterbo, despite his devotion and power beyond ordinary people, was ridiculed by other priests for communicating with the gods.

Whenever the pirates discussed the two factions of nature in the south, they would always piggyback on the priest of the god of nature.

The lack of stone in the north also gave other priests an excuse to delay the construction of the temple of Vidal.

This, along with the sacrificial pillars rich in the power of nature, has been the spiritual support of all Vidals in the whole city of Erich. Even the deerhead cloak on his head is a new magical equipment made with the tribute handed in by the returning pirates and the bear skins from the Berserker Warrior's inventory.

Viterbo, who had never studied magic, could only simply imitate the appearance of the god he saw vaguely, and the appearance of the equipment on the god of copycats. Gradually, he made himself into a pseudo-Vidal who was enough to scare Li Chenglong.

The child of Odin and the giantess living in the caves of the wilderness, Vidal is the embodiment of the immortal force of nature and the next god-king to succeed Badr who died in Loki's plot.

The four forces in the original place of the Emerald Isle were originally close to nature. As long as they can put aside their prejudices and find the lair of the deep sea trolls with the help of the Naga, it is not impossible to defeat them one by one.

Maybe it was the heavens that did not fulfill the wishes of the people, or it was the interference of Ugaz. Eventually, the island was divided into many battles, and the trolls used the Celtic Druid Elders to sharpen their own people, understand the weak and the unfortunate, and form a fairly united army.

The few warriors who had been to Brown City looked at the trolls taller than the giants of Guge, and deeply admired the Celtic two-legged sheep that had fought them for many years.

Dozens of dragon-headed battleships that have been parked in the harbor all year round have been inadvertently turned into scrap one after another with the landing of trolls.

The sea breeze blew, and the treasures that the warriors cherished every day sent their last sound into the noses of the soldiers in the front row.

In front of the dense front, the originally somewhat timid atmosphere was swept away, and word of mouth passed on the Viking warriors who remembered this, and the culprit who prevented everyone from going to sea.

When the feelings of hatred and hatred were fed back to the temple through faith, the priests could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although everyone suppressed Vitebo for the sake of power, the cheap magic magic really did as Vitebo said, and it achieved good results.

As the trolls came ashore one after another, a mist rose from the earth. The trolls who grabbed the big things suddenly lost the figure of the little things.

As the mist drifted towards the sea, a handful of wolf warriors transformed from anomalous natives howled one after another and charged at the trolls with the tail of the mist.

As they ran, their joints reversed, and they developed long, sharp nails, and the wolfskin armor, which had been relatively loose, was filled with stronger muscles.

The wolf warrior, wielding a one-handed axe and a flail, was soon overtaken by the Viking bear warriors who came first.

These strong men, who are generally two meters tall, crossed at a contrasting high speed, and they were as fast as a wolf's little brother. The heavy two-handed axes and bare chests were as wild as the bear-headed capes they wore on their heads.

The phantom of Landvetti gradually appeared in the world of New Yashan, off the coast of the northern island, along with Viterba's sacrificial words.

As the conqueror of the giant wolf Fenrir and the embodiment of the force of nature, Vidal's magic allows the wolf warriors to gain vitality from the giant trees.

As the god of silence, Vidal's magic drowned out the battle cries of thousands of vanguard elites.

As the king of the gods in the coming days, most of Erich's temples were able to transmit divine power into Vitebo's body, and the power of faith accumulated for years under the auspices of hundreds of priests continued to pour into the gradually solidifying Landvetti Phantom with mysterious guidance.

The land of eternal silence and loneliness temporarily covered the original landform of the New Yashan.

The projection of the temple turns the ocean into a silent forest, and some of the trolls who were in the middle of the sea realize that they are half-buried in the earth.

The heavy iron armor of the Viking berserker also became silent after entering the forest. Without sight and hearing, two of their usual senses, the trolls not only work in their own right, but also have to endure the fear of loneliness in their hearts.

The bonds of faith bound the Vikings of the faith, and under the command of the priests, the warriors formed groups according to their faith. The razor-sharp axe silently slashed at one troll after another, the swinging blade blowing away the surrounding fog, and the scarlet-eyed wolf warriors swarmed up, slashing and biting at the troll's body, creating innocuous wounds.

The pain and dissipating fog caused the trolls to rediscover their enemies, and the half-buried trolls shook Landvitti every time they tried to get up.

The only one who could fatally wound the trolls, the Bear Warrior, invariably overtook the trolls in the front row after missing the blow and rushed to the targets that were standing still.

With the exception of a few unlucky ones who had their toes chopped off, the vast majority of trolls were still alive and well. Although the average troll faces hundreds of Viking warriors, the difference in size makes it impossible for purely physical damage to deal lethal damage to trolls who can still get the mystery from the sea.

The flail went from being the best weapon to not only not harming trolls, but also injuring allies. The spears thrown by the part-time javelinmen in the back row, due to the non-standard javelins and the botched skills of the throwers, from time to time took the lives of some fighters.

Only a wolf warrior can, after withstanding the pain and pulling out his spear, to return to the fierce battle.

Despite the better accuracy and effectiveness of the throwing axes, the numerical disadvantage allows those heavy weapons to be concentrated in the hands of the elite.

Except for a few trolls who completely stood on land, most of the deep sea trolls wantonly slaughtered with huge palms with their huge palms with their visible recovery ability, and they were already considered tall Vikings among humans.

A warrior wearing a horned helmet can use his head and the power of the shock in exchange for a troll howl before he dies.

Countless whimsical ideas have been verified by the trolls, but it is a pity that the Vikings, who are also restricted by the ban, cannot brainstorm ideas.

Lightweight, one-handed axes require multiple slashes in a row to make the trolls bleed, and in order to prevent the wounds filled by several lives from disappearing, warriors will stuff their weapons or armor into the wounds to prevent them from healing.

Trolls who left the sea had to endure almost all of the medium and long-range fire baptisms due to their poor recovery, and they fell to the ground due to excessive bleeding one after another. Their huge bodies allowed them to smash and kill many Viking warriors who couldn't dodge in time when they fell.

Guarded by dozens of the most powerful wolf warriors, the Priest of Vitbo barely maintained the projection of the temple in front of the giant tree.

This temple, embodied by what he saw and heard, was the basis for the bear warriors to slaughter trolls at a low speed.

From time to time, Viterbo, who was not proficient in calculations, would die at the hands of the trolls because he failed to reconcile the power of the troll's collision, and even the bear warrior who failed to dodge under the violent vibration or fell on the spikes.

With their claws and agility, the wolf warriors climbed to the trolls' throats. At the will of hundreds of fallen victims, the wolf warrior with a sharp sword in his mouth can finally inflict a fatal wound on the trolls.

The troll who regained his vision temporarily lost his ability to cast spells due to silence, and lost his talent for manipulating nature due to the chaotic mysterious rules around him.

They can still catch fleas in their throats for their companions, and make up for the foul-smelling heat for the bed bugs that crawl on their faces.

These primitive races, with only sharp teeth and hard skin, without the help of steel, were stunned by their great strength, and easily ignored the expensive and exquisite iron armor.

For the first time, the Viking berserkers, who were able to lead the way in human warfare, realized that their skills and strength were not much higher than those of their kind.

Looking at the berserkers under his command who were more precious than the same weight of gold, the elites of the elites who had gathered from all over the world by relying on the majesty of the queen, and the Viking berserkers who were far rarer than the wolf warriors, they were flattened and rounded like an ordinary Viking axe-wielding pirate.

Grief far more intense than a shipwreck poured into Tovar's heart, and he had never been more hungry for greater power, and had never loved land warfare more than he did now.

For the first time, the Pirate King's dream fell to second place, and now he wants to become a berserk bear warrior and slay these ugly trolls with a giant axe with divine powers.

Agitated, Tovar forgot his duty to supervise the battle, snatched the trumpet from the trumpeter beside him, and sounded the call to charge with all his might.

The loud voice scared Vitebo so much that he almost didn't let the trolls escape. Although he was unhappy with Tovar's decision, after all, his negligence had caused a hundred and ten bear warriors to face dozens of hands-free trolls, and the worried Viterbo had no time to complain, risking his own life and began to use the giant wood behind him destructively.

Taking the initiative to destroy Vidal's divine power container, without God's permission, he recklessly moved his belief in God, and coupled with the infusion of God's power into the fragile human body, Viterbo's body began to undergo magical changes.

Under the attention of divine power, the magical equipment that was originally similar to Vidal became more and more mysterious after being instilled with pure divine power.

At this moment, the wolf warriors on the front line found that they had lost their extraordinary recovery power, and many wolf warriors who could still be breathing on the ground soon entered a state of unconsciousness one after another because of the deterioration of their injuries.

Tall giant trees roared in flames, fueled by the gods of nature's gods, chasing the trolls of the depths in the distance.

The power of the gods easily took the lives of these mythical creatures, and in the flames, a dozen trolls on the front line died in wailing.

Viterbo was aging at a rate visible to the naked eye, the shoes on his feet magically carried him across the fire, and at least one troll died with every swing of his great broadsword.

As the clear-cut forest landscape fades away, freed trolls chant incantations in loud voices, tsunamis, typhoons, and waterspouts converge in the modest harbor, and tens of thousands of Vikings are swept up in these natural disasters.

On the noisy battlefield, only Vitebo is still chasing and killing the trolls of the deep sea, and the remaining trolls of the deep sea are all servants in the sea. They were not as strong as the strikers and did not advocate this invasion, and the re-awareness of the breath of God made them even more frightened.

The weak of the strong are in front of Vitebo as the Vikings are to trolls. After leaving behind a dense series of whirlpools, the deep sea trolls continued to vortex and teleported to other seas where they did not know the same.

After the storm calmed down, Tovar personally led the team to recover the overdrawn Bear Warrior and the Priest Vitbo who had fallen offshore.

"I told you to believe in God. In the face of divine magic, they are just big guys who don't look at it. An old man in his last years closed his eyes completely after smiling and saying this to Tovar.

The spring breeze blew, and the old body turned into ashes and sprinkled on the muddy floor of the harbor, where the grass and wild flowers were moistened by the ashes.

The Leinster region was unaware of the battle, which had taken away tens of thousands of Viking warriors. They are each leading the army to tens of thousands of parents, and their hearts are broken by firewood, rice, oil and salt.