The sun rises as usual.

The village of North Nuore, which had been ravaged by the decapitated bandits for a night, had been razed to the ground.

In addition to the female villagers who were abused to death on the spot, there were also many good-looking women who were arrested as personal goods by the robbers, and in addition, the robbers also arrested nearly 100 male villagers.

Twenty robber riders were sent to escort dozens of sturdy middle-aged male villagers and a dozen beautiful thieves' 'female dependents' with long ropes to withdraw to the northern base camp, and the strength of the bandit regiment did not decrease but increased, counting the small villages that had been attacked in the north before, and the number of slaves used as human and animal slaves had reached more than 150.

Counting the surrenderers and dizzy hungry slave captives, the Beheaded-Bandit Regiment had grown to 600 men, and naturally, logistics became a huge problem.

The robbers who had robbed the village would not give the food and jerky they carried to the new accomplices or captives, so how to send these more than 150 people and animals with no food into the battlefield as soon as possible to consume the arrows of the Noxians became the first problem.

Of course, it can also be killed on the spot.

"It's only half a day's journey from Noor Village, and if it's too late, I'm afraid we won't be able to reach the Immortal Fortress tomorrow, these wastes will seriously slow down our marching speed, brothers, do you have any ideas?"

The cavalry walked ahead to explore the way, and the one-armed Doyle, riding on the drummer pony of the Damor Plains, carried a double-edged axe in one hand, and behind him was a continuous stream of robber warriors, and more than a hundred ragged captives were driven by swords like maggots.

"Boss, why do you think we're allied with that group of bastards in Mostak? Was it really to attack Noxus with Mostak's gang of brutes? ”

Seeing that the others did not speak, a brown-skinned man with dreadlocks on another dwarf horse asked rhetorically.

Knowing that Zach was helping him sort out his plan, Doyle didn't get angry and grinned in response.

"Of course, so that those bastards can help us contain the Noxus army and let us plunder as we want."

The pigtailed man smiled, revealing a row of big yellow teeth.

"That's right, the location of the Immortal Fortress is notoriously easy to defend and difficult to attack, even if the Noxians are stupid, they will definitely not send all the people who can fight to the north to fight against the bastards of Mostak, in this case, of course, we are mainly attacking villages, there is no need to attack the city,

As long as the Noxians dare to go out of the city to support the village, we will set up an ambush and eat them, we have cavalry to come and go as they please, as long as we get out of the city, the group of Noxian barbarians who occupy the immortal fortress will come and die as many as they want, as for those useless prisoners......"

"Hey, Zach, what do you think? Say it, don't spit it out. ”

The one who spoke was a 'big head' who was wearing iron armor and had a physique of two meters two.

Doyle didn't speak, apparently waiting for Zach's next step.

"We don't need so many captives, it's a pity to kill them all, hehe, then speed up the drive, it's good to kill the people who can't keep up, anyway, we can catch them again in Noor Village."

"Hahahaha, you still have a way."

"Zack, who has a smarter head than me, I can't think of so much, I can only kill people."

"Haha, big head, it's enough for you to be responsible for killing, and I'll build you an all-iron armor in the future, but you have to perform well on the battlefield......"

Amid the laughter and laughter of the crowd, the bandits' march quickened, and the villagers of North Nuoer, who had been unable to keep up because of their injuries, began to fall behind, and in despair, these villagers were cut to the ground by the robbers' bright knives, and slept forever under the winding Gorrell Mountains, becoming a dry skeleton pecked by vultures.

……

On the other side of the mountain, the shouts of killing shook the sky.

The blood had already stained the banks of the Black Iron River next to it red.

Driving away the emaciated slaves armed with sticks, Centurion Mostak and Centurion of Upol led their two hundred men to charge.

"Crossbowman !! Arrows"

At the command of Commander Brent, more than eighty Noxian crossbowmen standing on a high platform made of rock magic shot arrows at the crowd three hundred meters away.

In the sound of 'booming' in the sky, bows and crossbows flew in different trajectories towards the dense crowd.

The iron arrows easily pierced through many war slaves who charged in a dense formation, but it was difficult to deal effective damage to the barbarian warriors who were holding wooden shields behind the war slaves and charging in a skirmish line, or hiding behind the war slaves.

More than 100 war slaves suffered heavy casualties, began to break up in wailing, and then were stabbed to death by the barbarians behind them.

"Crossbowmen change ammunition! Spearmen throw throwing spears! ”

The first rain of arrows had just fallen, and the two hundred pikemen standing below the high ground had already thrown the few flying spears behind them.

The iron-clad flying spear slashed through a graceful arc, easily piercing through dozens of broken wooden shields, piercing the owner of the wooden shield through the ground.

"Shoot the arrow!!"

Axemen and archers hiding behind the shield-wielding barbarian warriors attacked, dozens of short-handled axes spun and flew towards the Noxian pikemen at the front, and arrows flew towards the Noxian crossbowmen on the high platform.

The screams came one after another, sharp arrows pierced through the bodies that could not be dodged, more than a dozen crossbowmen were hit by the vital points, and they fell, and the skulls of the pikemen who were hit by the axes were directly split, bursting out a yellow, yellow, green, and green thing, and the Noxians were briefly shaken.

"Lancer steady!! Crossbowmen release arrows! ”

Although the scene was tragic, both sides did not have any time to grieve for the dead, and all that was left in their minds was life and death.

Another batch of arrows galloped down, and hundreds of barbarian soldiers rushed in front of the Noxian pikemen with a rain of arrows.

"Kill !!"

The two sides were glued together, the long-range attack had lost its meaning, and although the number was small, the Noxians had the upper hand with the half-body iron armor on their bodies, especially after the more than eighty remaining Noxian tomahawks entered the battle from both sides, and the casualties of the barbarian soldiers accelerated sharply.

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves sounded, and a hundred barbarian cavalrymen rushed from the bank of the river to the right of the tomahawks with their bellies between their bellies, and at Brent's orders, several of the mages who had recovered from Black Rose cast rock spells.

The dim yellow magic halo disappeared, and a small piece of rocky ground thorns poked out of the ground, and more than a dozen barbarian knights who couldn't avoid it were directly pierced by the stone thorns, and the rest of the knights were also scattered because of the frightened horses, and several knights fell and turned over on their backs.

Discover that your knight's raid failed, and see the morale of the barbarian soldiers of the mage plummet.

Seeing this scene, Bright sent the remaining thirty or so Noxian cavalry, and instead of killing the barbarian knights, he went around the back of the barbarian soldiers and launched a charge, and the barbarian soldiers began to flee.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The heavy and desolate sound of beast horns came from the direction of the barbarian camp, and hundreds of other barbarian soldiers rushed to the battlefield, seeing that their own defensive formation was about to be thrown into chaos, Brent also gave the horned soldiers an order to retreat.

Allowing the scattered barbarian soldiers to be picked up and withdrawn by the opposing army, the Noxians, with red eyes, quickly wiped their still bleeding weapons on the enemy, recovered all the arrows or iron armor that could be used from the ground, and silently retreated into the position.

Looking at the barbarian soldiers who were still black, Brent's eyes were a little more gloomy.