"Charge! in the name of the ancestors!"

Gustav Krall, the leader of the Rangers, shouted, the light of the torches and the moonlight overhead, and the horses galloping through the jungle, even though there were only fifty or so horsemen, the deterrent effect was enough to crush an entire army.

The cavalry back-charge, no matter what the era, was a devastating blow.

Under the horrified gaze of the tribal warriors, the human rangers from the land of trolls rushed straight into the battlefield with fearlessness, with the blood of Lady Kesley in their veins, the most tenacious warriors of the North during the days of Ru Mao's blood, and the guardians of the Great Wall during the era of Chaos Invasion. They are the shield of the king, the guardians of the people. Time can erase people's memories of them, but it cannot erase their faith and convictions that are rooted in their hearts.

Rows of Norscan infantry were pushed down by the Wall Rangers, their spears snapping into the enemy's body, and then drawing their swords and battling the savage Norscan warriors.

On the other side of the battlefield, high in the forest, Rhodes was expressionless, pressed down the hilt of his sword, and the blood-stained two-handed sword stabbed into the chest of the tribal chief. The blade stabbed through the muscles, through the sternum, through the chief's beating heart.

Blood spurted from the torn skin, like a small fountain.

Spirit Bear stood in Rhodes, fighting furiously, tearing at Norscan infantry and cavalry. Frightened in front of the bear, the horse turned and fled, throwing the rider off the horse, and then being torn apart beyond recognition by the bear......

The battle continues, but only a few dozen Norscan troops are already surrounded in the middle and slaughtered.

"Kill them all, and leave not one behind!"

In the middle of the battlefield, Rhodes raised his arms and shouted.

Everyone, on this day, became butchers...... The dwarf Bogur was even more satisfied, riding on a dead Norscan infantryman and chopping them to pieces with two cleaver axes...... until blood and minced flesh are splattered......

......

"Victory!"

The slaughter lasted a full two hours, and when all the people of the Bloodspear tribe had been slaughtered, Rhodes stood on top of the mountain of corpses, raised his sword and roared. The surrounding soldiers raised their weapons and shouted in response, blood staining everyone's faces, like the devil of hell in the firelight.

"History should remember this day. The Wall Sentinels return to Kislev. ”

Stepping down from the pile of corpses, Rhodes walked straight to the Ranger leader, Gustav. The latter jumped off his horse, put away his weapon, and stood in front of Rhodes.

"Your Excellency. ”

He returned.

"What's next?'s support has allowed us to defeat these seemingly unbeatable opponents, follow me back to Blackhammer Castle, which needs you. ”

Rod persuaded. However, Gustav doesn't seem to have any intention of joining. He took a step back, his expression instantly becoming serious.

"Just go back with you, we belong to the grasslands, and my father's generation settled in the land of trolls. Great Wall Sentinel...... That's history. ”

"History never forgets you, does it?"

Rod continued to persuade. However, the other party still only smiled and did not agree to join Blackhammer Castle. Before Rhodes found them, before they became steppe rangers, they were the king's shield, loyal to the Tsar Kislev...... An ancient legion......

"History has long forgotten us, and the day the Great Wall was abandoned was when we were forgotten. Gustav sighed.

"Well, since you don't want to be my comrades-in-arms, it's hard for me to keep them. But chaos rises, and darkness is coming...... I encountered several times more Beastmen than usual in the Battle of the Evil Moon. ”

"I know, so I'll head east to help you find more allies, and some of us, who have also been forgotten in the North, may join you. ”

"Who?"

Rod asked.

"Some former partners - the Ugor cavalry. ”

Gustav's answer lifted Rhodes' spirits, and after so long, he now has an infantry team that can fight well and is financially self-sufficient, but he lacks a real cavalry team. The battlefield is outflanked or something, and it can't be done without cavalry, which is why the Blood Spear Tribe was so arrogant before the war.

Of course, Gustav only went to persuade whether he could convince these most powerful archers on the Old Continent, and Rhodes didn't know whether he could convince them. After all, I have nothing to do with them. Based on Gustav's words alone, whether these arrogant hussars would believe it or not was entirely a matter of luck.

"Thank you, then, friend. ”

Rod thanked him. Gustav and his entourage said goodbye.

During the night, the Blackhammer Fort coalition forces set up a camp next to the battlefield, and they were to dispose of the corpses together, digging a large pit and then burning them all. The night is long, and the devil knows what will happen in the future......

"Hey, bro. Take a sip?"

Around the campfire, the dwarven butcher Bogur finds the sullen Rhodes.

Taking the beer bottle, Rod took a big sip.

"How much did you cut this time?"

Rod asked. His eyes were fixed on the butcher, and he could almost guess the expression of the dwarven butcher in the next second.

"Twenty-six, damn it, not enough. I could have chopped more, but the corpses held me back. ”

Bogur replied indignantly. Rhodes suddenly remembered that the battle a few hours ago was indeed like this, the corpses of those Norscans were piled up into a hill, and a human who was tall enough could climb over the corpses and fight more enemies, but for a dwarf with short legs, it was not an easy task to climb over the pile of corpses that was more than a meter long.

"There will be opportunities in the future. ”

Rod said with a smile.

"Let's get down to business, brother, where are you going next? It's a shame those rangers are gone. ”

Bogur, the butcher, asked. After several battles, large and small, Bogur and Rhodes have cultivated a deep friendship. Of course, this friendship needs more time to consolidate. But at least for now, they can already call each other brothers.

"Where to go, where else to go. Back at Blackhammer Fort, my soldiers are wounded, and they need to recover and rest. ”

"Just let them go back on their own, Virgil, Celta, you can let them return to Blackhammer with the wounded. ”

"What do you want to say? You don't want to go anywhere, do you?"

Rhodes became alert, the Dwarven Butcher was known for his fervent killing, and each Butcher wanted to end his life with a glorious death on the battlefield. But Rhodes doesn't want to, there are too many wars in the world, and he has so much strength now, there is no need to provoke others everywhere, and it's already good if others don't provoke him.

"No, no, no. Even if I wanted to fight, it looked like there would be no rivals in this area anytime soon. Unless you continue north and attack the interior of the Norscans, but that doesn't make sense. My thought was that it was time to go to my hometown and meet my people. ”

"Your hometown?"

Rod asked curiously.

"Yes, my hometown, Dulong City. You know, in the entire north, there is only one dwarven stronghold, Dulong City. The rest, all small settlements. I was born in Dulong City, I know what it's like there, and I know my people. They welcome warriors, especially people like you, you defeated the Norsca tribe, they are Chaos believers, the people of Dulong City hate Chaos, this time, you are equivalent to eradicating their opponents, more than a thousand people, which can be regarded as a great merit. It just so happens that I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time. ”

Bogur warmly invited. He was a little excited, through two battles this time, Bogur had already grabbed a lot of wealth, and these things were exchanged for silver, and he could buy a lot of good things in Dulong City. The place of Blackhammer Fort is too small, the logistics and market are extremely underdeveloped, and you can't buy good things even if you have money, such as those real dwarven wines, and really powerful weapons, which can't be bought in Blackhammer Fort. But when you get to Dulong City, it's different.

"But ......"

"Nothing, brother, after this period of getting along, I already have a rough idea of your situation, your territory is located in the north of Kislev, bordering the Dark Forest, and is the most frequented area of all kinds of evil creatures, and if Chaos invades in the future, your castle will be the first to face destruction. You can't always rely on your own strength against the enemy. You need allies, and Dulong City is an ally worth having. Believe me, Dulong City hates Chaos, and as long as there is my lobbying, it won't be a big problem. ”

"I'm not saying I don't believe them, but how do they believe us? After all, your people didn't see us fighting the Norsca. ”

Rod asked. This is really worrying, after all, the road to Dulong City is not smooth sailing, and the entire northern border is not safe, let alone Kislev. When he accepted the trial of the bear god, Rhodes experienced the darkness there. Whether it's a variety of potential beasts, chaotic creatures, or a harsh climate.

"It's easy, chop off the head of that chief and his icewolf and bring it back to me, he has a mark of abusiveness, that's the best proof of that. ”

Bogur snorted.