With the soft whispers of Alani, the goddess of death and pain, Rriga striding through the battlefield with a tomahawk in each hand. Torches tied to the tops of the ropes soaked in oil and hemp swayed in the night wind, confusing the dusk light with the blood of the red moon. Harrison's soldiers had rushed through the shattered gates into the towered city, fighting the Dragoninus who had arrived from all sides.

The screams of the fight, the strange grinding of steel into flesh, the screams of the warriors dying were all mixed together, and the crackling of the flames made the Quaids deaf. The barbarians came down the steps of the city wall with a noisy roar in their ears, easily cut down a blue-robed warrior standing next to the city gate and broke the winch, and then rushed into the crowd.

Boots with thin pieces of iron splunged into the mud, squeezing through the blood-soaked soil before striking an axe against a Harrison's helmet. As if chewing bread with its teeth crushed the coarse grit within, the tomahawk cracked a dent in the soldier's pointed helmet and crushed the skull, leaving the blood-colored slime mixed with hair from his face, soaking the dirty face and mustache covered in mud.

"Sinner!" an enemy in chain mail and a long blue horizontal coat rushed at the side, shouting in a Harrison dialect that the hunter didn't understand. This is a brave and experienced warrior with a lot of strength. It took a lot of effort for Riga to push his sword away with his right hand, and he staggered back against the winch.

"Kill him!" the Harrisons, who had been knocked down by the warriors, all turned their heads and pounced on the apparently tall Quaid with a shrill shout. Broken boots stamped in irregular rows of footprints on the ground, and soldiers ran to the barbarians like wild beasts and stabbed their spears with such force that they were as dangerous as the teeth of a viper attacking.

"Shiragh bless!" Riga roared like a brown bear as the crowd of Harrison's soldiers watched, and then he nimbly turned his clumsy-looking massive body and slammed the spear with two battle axes that slashed horizontally across his chest. "You're going to shed all your blood here!" said the hunter, taking a few quick steps forward, stabbing the short but sharp spikes at the tip of the tomahawk into the chests of the two enemies.

The soft armor made of unknown animal skins didn't stop the spikes, and Riga easily pierced their hearts, then pushed the tomahawk forward with both hands, sending the two twitching corpses flying and smashing into the crowd. Drops of blood stuck to the tip of the axe were immediately thrown around. But the hunter only had some dripping on his back. The barbarian moved forward with astonishing speed, crashing into a thick oak shield in an instant. The brute force passed from the sturdy shoulders made it impossible for the soldier to resist, so the hapless man could only scream in panic and fall backwards and let the shield edge fall against his raised chin.

"Roar!" jumped onto his shield with both feet, and the Quaid threw his head back and roared as he stepped the jaw-shattered, immobile soldier into the mud.

The loud roar drew more enemies for him, but the barbarians also finished their madness, jumping down with a red face and smashing down another soldier with a wooden shield with a tomahawk.

The warrior from earlier rushed over again, wielding his sword to knock Riga down. The Quaids, on the other hand, met them head-on, shielded their weapons with their left hand tomahawks, and then kicked their enemies in the stomach with a hard kick. Let it snort and fly out, lying on the ground and convulsing. The hunter also wanted to go over and split his head. But a knight rushed in from outside the gates. With the power of Lucius's fast-pacing horse under his crotch, he swung the chain hammer.

"Hah, lie down, you brainless beast. The knight's voice coming from the closed flat-topped helmet was muffled and muffled, and he threw the hammer that spun up and down in his hand. Let it easily entangle the battle axe in the hands of the barbarians.

The sluggishness of the madness made it impossible for Riga to dodge the wielding orb, but the Quaid threw the knight off balance as the tomahawk was entangled, causing the knight to fall off his galloping steed and roll into the mud puddle. The force of breaking free caused him to lose his hammer, but the barbarians also had a tomahawk out of their grasps and spun into the mud not far away.

The knight immediately rose from the ground in a fit of rage and embarrassment, and Riga was already less than ten yards away from him. The last soldier in the way had just been knocked off his helmet and his skull simply and brutally chopped open, so the Harrison could only shake his dizzy head. Then he drew his long sword from the sword belt, and slashed forward as soon as his fighting spirit exploded. Shocking power poured out of his arms in an instant, and after being wrapped in a metal blade and tearing through the air, the sharp roar collided with the tomahawk.

Holding the wire-wrapped hilt in one hand, the knight pushes up with his steel wrist against the spine of the sword. Let it grind with the round handle of the tomahawk to create a string of dazzling and brilliant sparks. Compared to the Berserk Barbarians, who only breathed a little, the Harrison's chest was as loud and piercing as a bellows, and the breath that squeezed out of it, with the smell of undigested purple shallots, hit the Quaid man's face, causing him to hold his breath and force himself in the hope of knocking the knight down sooner.

The Harrison was able to rely on the burst of vindictive energy to resist the surging brute force at first, but the intense attrition soon made him even more dizzy, and he staggered back at first. Holding the blade of the sword with his wrist withdrawn to grasp the tail of the hilt, the knight swung the sword out with the strength gained from the burst of fighting energy, and swung the weapon away as it sparked with the metal axe hilt. The battle axe in Riga's hand swung violently again, trying to take a few steps to take down the enemy, but the warrior who had risen from the mud rushed up again.

The long blue coat and the arms covered only by chain mail were covered with a layer of foul-smelling mud, and the warrior stabbed the spear in his hand with great force. The tip of the metal spear poked out like a viper and bit at the barbarian, plunging into the hunter's waist due to his madness, causing him to hiss, then turn and split the wooden spear. Dark red blood splattered from the wound immediately, splattering onto the fur coat and the ground, but as Rega roared and pulled out the tip of the spear, the healing power of madness made it tighten together, only to let out some blood juice when the Quaids moved violently.

"You're damned!" the barbarians rushed up like a mad bear, shouting and smashing their tomahawks at their enemies. The warrior raised the small steel shield on his arm to resist, but after two successive attacks, the Quid twisted his wrist to allow the tomahawk to slash from underneath and easily struck him in the chest. The strung wires could not stop the astonishing brute force, and the Harrison warrior only had time to let out a scream, and then Riga grasped the handle of the axe with both hands upward, slicing a deep groove of blood and slicing his unprotected jaw. The Hunter then swings his tomahawk and smashes at the downed enemy, not stopping until his helmet deflats into a bowl. Blood and saliva mixed with brain slurry splashed on the barbarian's hair, beard, and bloody scabbed face, and when he looked up after venting, he found several enemies twitching around him. The Harrison soldiers tried to stab the rampaging Quaid, but the other barbarians taught them a hard lesson with their spears.

"Riga, go to the city. That's what happens there. Gal shouted at him after rushing down the steps of the wall with a group of his companions, easily breaking the Harrison's formation.

The hunter looked up at the sky, where countless spellcasters were flying and fighting. The spire tower, guarded by the Warlock, spews a wind of fire in all directions. Arrows and acid flew everywhere in the frost. Warlocks fight against water gods, priests, and even mages to determine victory, so the barbarians quickly use their bodies and battle axes to squeeze through the crowd, defeat a group of enemies who want to stop him, and then charge into a spire tower.

The magic tower made of huge black blocks was in shambles, with black smoke from the flames rising from the walls and crumbling powders of the stones in the gaps. The metal door, which had been tightly closed in the past, was half-concealed and half-opened, attracting the hunter to rush in without hesitation.

And when the dark shadows inside the tower swallowed it, there was a sudden sonic boom from the side when the weapon was swung. "Who is it?" Rriga slammed his tomahawk at him, shouting in lingua franca, but the sparks from the metal weapon slammed into him made him see his enemy. It was a huge monster. The granite-like muscles are compactly distributed on the body, but the head is a beast's head with fangs as sharp as a blade. The blade was as hideous as a crocodile's snout, and the long-handled two-handed axe was held in his hand. The monster swung its weapon again. Hit hard at Riga's feet. Huge shards of stone were thrown into the surrounding area.

"Quaid, this is not the place you should be. Ice-like words came from the depths of the shadows, and the monster took two steps back to hide again. "If I go one step further, I'll choose to make you a puppet. ”

The threatening words immediately angered the furious beast who was about to retreat, and he pounced forward with a muffled grunt. Chop the tomahawk on the empty ground. "Swear by Hirag's name that I'll kill you, cut you in half like a piece of wood. ”

"Then let's try it. The caster didn't seem to care about the fight, so he said a word and controlled the monster forward, swinging the long axe horizontally with all his might.

The air from the axe's blade allowed the Quaids to dodge the attack with ease, but the caster suddenly cast a spell. "Flash!" the enemy stiffly shouted as he unleashed the magic in the spell slot, blinding Riga with a sudden burst of intense light.

"Idiot. Looking at the barbarian standing in place with his eyes closed in pain, the red-robed mage muttered under his breath, and then let the monster walk over to Riga's side. "Barbarians who don't have a glimmer of wisdom in their heads. ”

"Kill him. The mage gave orders to the monster in awkward language. Then watch as it slowly raises the long axe. The beast-headed warrior roared and swung his weapon hard, only to find the barbarians rolling at their feet. The blade of the steel battle axe flickered in the darkness, and with some difficulty, it sliced through the monster's ankle, sending black blood to the ground.

"Smelly pigs. Rriga screamed and slashed the axe again, until the steel squeezed through the fleshy skull and rested in the monster's head. "I'm not a lamb who doesn't know how to resist. ”

The mage did not answer. But a quick and complex spell sounded in the darkness, and it ended after five breaths.

"Burning Hands!"

A massive palm of about five feet peeked out of the air, and then knuckles curled up to grasp the hunter who was swinging his long axe around. The flames immediately scorched Riga's fur coat and body hair, filling the darkness with a disgusting aura.

"I almost forgot about your second eyelids. The mage chuckled dryly, then muttered viciously. "But the improved Burning Hand isn't something you can escape. Red Moon Ruilin Ace blesses, I promise to make you the most powerful battle puppet possible. ”

"Then you must have found the wrong opponent. The Quid roared, easily breaking free from the flaming hand. The dragonskin armor worn on the innermost made the spell fragile, and the barbarians simply managed to break free of it, and raised the hideous axe and threw it at the enemy.