The scarlet sun gradually set, the scorched black earth was covered with wolf smoke, and with the sound of a thick horn, countless blood-colored skull flags were rolled out from behind the trees, and thousands of soldiers of the Scarlet Mercenary Regiment brandished machetes and swords and rushed towards the besieged northern coalition forces of Kislev.

The mercenaries charged wildly, rolling up a cloud of dust behind them, like a red tide rushing towards a black, but the formed by the Northern Coalition army had already been riddled with holes at the beginning of the war!

The frenzied shouts of killing soon became one, and the surging offensive came in an instant.

"Steady!"

Standing in the middle of the shield wall, Rhodes opened his voice and yelled. The Norsca warriors around him stacked their shields on top of each other, leaving gaps between the round shields, calmly observing the number and attack of the enemy.

They were united and united, and the blood of the barbarians was surging in their bodies, "Ready!" shouted Rod.

Stepping on the remaining hot ground, the warriors of the Bloody Hand Mercenary Regiment pounced on the Northern Coalition in the middle of the road. Most of the soldiers in the north had little resistance and were lucky to survive the rain of arrows and flaming boulders, but they had already lost their fighting spirit in the face of the morale-boosting and ferocious beast-like mercenary group.

The red tide quickly swooped down, dividing the long and narrow ranks into several groups to eat, like a frenzied ant colony, dividing and encircling the unprepared black legions, and then devouring them.

However, in the midst of this flood of offensives, Rhodes' Norsca battle array has always stood tall, like a solid black island in the middle of a thousand red tides, standing proudly.

Countless mercenaries pounced, but sharp swords continued to stab through the gaps in the irregular shield walls. The shiny sword was quickly dyed red, and it was mixed with the blood and internal organs of the enemy. But these Norsca warriors were unusually calm, and the thousands of training sessions on weekdays were exchanged for insensitivity on the battlefield, and the assassination and defense were like mechanical movements, repeated over and over again. The corpses of the mercenaries piled up under the Gnoscans' shield walls also increased, gradually turning into small mountains.

And at this moment, from the crowd of figures, a giant bear carrying a burly berserker, rushed out of the shield wall, with a beastly roar, Rhodes called out the power of Thor.

The red sky was gradually covered by a thick cloud of darkness, and blue-purple lightning rolled and roared through the thick clouds, and everyone except for the Norsca Marauders was stunned by the sight before them.

Electricity flashed in the magnificent sky, and with a roaring thunder, the pitch-black canopy was torn open with a large hole, and thousands of thunderbolts poured down, smashing into the earth with the wrath of the thunder god. The dazzling light made it impossible for the soldiers on the battlefield to look directly, and they all turned their heads to squint their eyes to avoid the magnificent light of thunder and lightning.

After the roaring bang, flesh and dust splattered on the scorched earth, and the dozens of bloody mercenaries gathered around Rhodes were instantly blown away by the powerful thunderbolts, and their torn bodies turned into pieces of flesh and blood scattered from the air!

The wrath of the god of thunder was mixed with the wrath of the bear god, and the giant bear Usok carried Rhodes, roared and charged, crashing into all the infantry in its path, and the cavalry's horses were directly frightened and fled in all directions. The man turned on his back and screamed.

However, the battle continued, and the terrifying blue lightning surrounded the Lord of Blackhammer Castle, holding a thunder battle axe, and Rhodes slashed the head of one mercenary and cut off the arm of another mercenary, scarlet blood splashed in front of his eyes, and the fragile human soldiers were trampled under the claws of the giant bear! The electric light on the weapon around Rhodes increased every moment, and wherever the tomahawk was thrown, lightning splashed, and flesh and blood flew everywhere......

Yeskovich also followed Rod and rushed into the battlefield with a roar.

The shaman roared and thrust the dark green cane into the ground, kneeling down reverently, and in an instant, the old shaman seemed to make contact with the surrounding spirit of nature, and along the place where the wooden staff was inserted, countless cracks stretched out like spider webs, and between these cracks, green plants and vines grew wildly, binding all enemies in its path!

In the midst of everyone's horrified gaze, Yeskovy clenched his hand into a fist, and in an instant, all the green plants seemed to respond to the old shaman's call, tightening their rhizomes, and the screams of countless soldiers echoed on the ground, their bodies were bound and squeezed by tough vines and green plants, and the vines sank deep into the flesh, tearing at their flesh and bones.

In less than a moment, hundreds of warriors of the Bloody Hand Mercenary Regiment surrounding the Norscar shield array fell sideways outside the shield wall. Their bodies were either crushed by vines or torn to pieces by the terrible lightning!Yiyun Chinese

"What are you waiting for, follow me!"

The tragic picture stimulated the butcher's nerves, and the dwarven butcher Bogur could no longer control his inner desire to fight, and with a roar, he rushed out of the shield wall and pounced on the nearest mercenary warrior, two small plate axes slashed from behind and smashed heavily on the bloody mercenary, the blade of the axe pierced through the armor and penetrated the internal organs, igniting the dwarven butcher's bloodthirsty desire to fight.

He stepped on the back of the dead mercenary, screamed and pulled the tomahawk from the mercenary's corpse, and rushed to the next enemy.

The morale of the Norsca warriors in the entire position was suddenly high, "In the name of the ancestors, repel them all!" Riding on the back of the giant bear, Rhodes raised his arms and roared. The sound forms sound waves that reverberate through the dense forest of the setting sun.

"Offensive formation!"

The tide had turned, and Celta, the captain of the Barbarians, roared loudly in the ranks.

The originally tight Norsca shield wall suddenly spread out, forming an offensive formation of long snakes, and pounced on the panicked mercenaries.

Swords and battle axes, under the bloody sun, the roars of the Norsca raiders swept through the entire battlefield like a mighty wave!

"Tallinnam, go to the back of the group, send my message, and let the other lords come here to meet!"

"Lawrence, you go to Cohen. Let him give the order, and all defend in place, saying that Lord of Blackhammer Castle, Rhodes Lawn, will be here soon!"

"Go!"

Riding on the back of a giant bear, Rhodes gave orders to the two personal non-commissioned officers. At this moment, it doesn't matter who is the real legion commander, what about offside, and if you take care of so much, the Northern Coalition Army is about to be wiped out.

In the next second, riding a giant bear, Rhodes continued to charge along the forest path, the woods along the way flew by in the afterglow of the setting sun, behind him, piles of corpses, and in his ears, the chaotic sound of weapons and the miserable cries of soldiers. The forest trail was reduced to a bloody place, and an eagle soared over the forest trail, accompanying Rhodes as he advanced. And Rhodes seems to see the eagle's gaze - on the forest path of fire and blood, countless northern soldiers are fighting against bloodthirsty bloody mercenaries. The long and winding road was full of ants-like crowds.

On the side, the Ersun shaman Yeskovich had transformed into a cheetah and charged with the giant bear.

"When did he become so strong?"

On the bloody battlefield, Variel walked out of the crowd with a confused face, stood beside his daughter, and asked in horror.

Caroline, however, was equally surprised......

"I don't know ......"

She replied.

The ice crystals on his fingertips dripped quietly, and all the shouts of the northern soldiers echoed behind him—"Rod, Rod!"