Swords, halberds, axes, hammers, bows and crossbows.

Even if the weapons invented and created by human beings are different in length and weight, there are still differences in design and production styles and materials according to regions, and the battlefield environment they deal with is often very different, but their purposes are often the same.

In order to be more precise and efficient.

Slaughter of the same kind.

To chop off a person's head, you only need a sword that weighs more than 700 grams and is sharp enough to be less than 1 meter.

To pierce a fragile human body to achieve effective damage, you need no more than 30 kilograms of pull from the bow.

A blunt instrument capable of shattering a human skull and breaking an arm bone weighs only two kilograms.

The soft skin of humans can be cut open even by the edges of a slightly sharper parchment, and the muscles and bones that are not very strong are worrisome when faced with steel. But despite this, it is almost impossible to take down a person with a single blow unless it is a critical attack, and there is a record of surviving multiple attacks on the battlefield throughout the ages, and many war mercenaries above the orange level even have horrific scars on their bodies.

The size and weight of the weapon are quite important. Lighter means you can swing longer and swing faster. Heavier weapons mean that they have a better stopping effect when they hit their opponents, and they can knock them down when they get close to them. The difference between the goals and the direction pursued is also the fundamental reason why the gap between war mercenaries and hunting mercenaries has evolved.

There is a world of difference between fighting against people and large creatures, and the weapons, armor, and even combat skills used.

Swords with perfect handguard protection are very popular in the civilized societies of the east and west coasts, and when facing another sword-like weapon, you can use the handguard to jam the opponent's blade and stab at the same time, so as to achieve effective damage at the same time as protecting yourself.

But when you're dealing with a wolf, it's of little effect, and it's only the blade that can be used, and in a sense it's not as good as an axe or a hatchet of the same length, which is more powerful than an axe or a hatchet, which is more powerful enough to knock your opponent to the ground.

High-end skills, high-level swordsmanship, these gorgeous terms represent a strict limit on the battlefield environment and opponents. When these two change, as they do now, even the most famous swordsman, can do just as much as an ordinary soldier.

Slash, slash, slash.

A weapon designed to deal with humans, and fight ghouls with the smallest individuals weighing more than 90 kilograms, covered in crust and sharp claws.

Your opponent is on all fours, muscular, fast and powerful, and has deadly toxins that can kill you and turn you into a walking corpse in just half an hour.

Once you lose the city wall as a line of defense, you can fight them face to face. A junior soldier with only armor and helmets to protect the torso, and weak linen lining on his limbs, faces, and neck.

It is also a matter of course that you will be at a disadvantage.

Like a wolf into a flock.

The chaos that had been out there was a recurrence, albeit on a much smaller scale, was also the sad result of the opinions of some people.

Equipment and weapons can only make humans fight monsters at best, and while they are important, it is the unified cooperation of the soldiers and the variety of tactics that really determine the victory.

One of the major disadvantages of ghouls over humans is that they fight on their own, and they only rely recklessly on their physical abilities and instincts.

But as Horno said.

These guys are evolving.

On this battlefield, in the midst of a fight for the lives of the soldiers. They evolve rapidly, becoming more and more cunning.

Become.

Know how to cooperate and tactics.

Vincenzo's arbitrary actions did not cause a total amount of harm, but the fact that there were living people infected in the tunnels caused confusion when the adjutant hesitated to give him time to convert in the face of the familiar and respected captain. Once again, the soldiers were caught in a situation where they could not tell whether they were friends or foes, and our Sage, who was also in the middle of it, despite the decisive order to withdraw the follow-up troops from the pit, the small ghouls, who had thought they had been wiped out, attacked again.

Cluster assault.

Like a wolf into a flock.

The soldiers and mercenaries fled and were forced to the surface, followed by ghouls that rushed like rats.

They have evolved rapidly, and they have learned to capture their own devices, first pretending to retreat, and then swarming up while humans are too busy expanding their tunnels to let their guard down.

Weighing 90 kilograms, muscular, on all fours, the ghoul impact was so powerful that the poorly prepared soldiers simply did not have time to react. The spearmen who were standing outside as the crushing force rushed forward in confusion, but these rough-skinned and thick-skinned men with incredible strength, although the spears with more impact than swords could be pierced in, the spear-wielding soldiers would be pushed back again and again and even fell to the ground.

With an average height of only about 1.7 meters, a human soldier weighs 30 kilograms lighter than a ghoul.

They were completely incapable of holding each other down, and a handful of more skilled veterans decisively stabbed the end of their spears into the hard frozen ground to use the power of the ground against the monsters, but they soon began to regret their decision.

Because the ghoul who was stabbed rushed directly with a spear.

The spear stabbed straight through their bodies, even through their bodies, but the guys didn't stop.

Their clawed limbs were riveted into the ground like nails and slammed forward, and a few spears that pierced the bones and could not pass through, and the shafts of the spears, which were frozen rather dry in the cold, were first bent and snapped in two with a "click".

No—at least none of these soldiers—were able to remain calm in such a situation.

The fangs and claws of your opponent are ugly and poisonous, and even if the weapon in your hand hits it or even pierces it, the poisonous black bodily fluids continue to bubble out in the light of the torches.

Crazy and unstoppable.

Like the legendary berserkers of the North who wore bearskin and went into battle shirtless, with arrows and blood surging in their bodies, they still roared and tore apart the enemies in front of them - only a few brave men existed among the human race, and people revered them and recited legendary songs about them. There are even more monsters here than soldiers, and they can only make people feel frightened and helpless.

"Hey, a

His legs were weak and the one-handed sword in his hand was about to lose his grip, but he still rushed forward, only because he realized that if his morale was low, he would be completely torn apart, and the front line would fall into chaos, so he took the lead.

But it didn't help.

Like a flat boat, the veteran was directly slapped to death by a powerful ghoul.

Not even a ripple could be caused, and just like that, it was easily pinched to death like a fly. Tearing throats, breaking limbs, and making no sound.

The act of trying to revive morale, instead caused an even greater morale blow to his own easy death.

"It's impossible to win, this kind of thing—" Someone suddenly shouted, and then turned his head to flee, a sign that the rout was about to begin—but how could we, Mr. Sage, who knew all this thing, not hold a move?

Henry must have known that they would evolve, but even he didn't know when, so all he could do was keep enough of them.

The expert in dealing with Warcraft is a hunting mercenary.

Specialists in dealing with humans are professional soldiers and war mercenaries.

And experts in dealing with monsters.

Yes.

Holy See armament.

"God give me glory!!"

"Boom!!"

The sound of sword drawing and metal trills drowned out everything, and the paladins with their swords raised in their hands did not need torches, they were themselves radiant, and the white magic similar to the effect of illumination magic made them shine brighter than the sun in the darkness of the day.

The white-gold armor glittered, and the pure cloaks and banners hunted and hunted, and they marched in unison, as if carved out of a mold.

"Annihilation!"

"Evil thing!" Adolphus commanded, and the holy knight in heavy armor walked forward, and the sound of walking in neat steel armor sounded like Thor's war hammer, like the war drums of the wilderness.

And then the soldiers saw it.

In front of them, the terrifying monsters with hard skin and swords that are difficult to cut through, and their tenacious vitality are cut off by the knights with great efficiency.

Weapons, likewise swords.

But the users are very different.

This is something that only experience can give you, and it is difficult to explain in a word.

The right angle, the speed, the power of the many, the many, the multifaceted ones can't be explained in an hour.

But it's there.

It's not just the physical strength or not, novices have a stronger physique, and it's hard for them to hammer a nail into a hard wall with a hammer. But a thinner master can easily do this.

This is a legacy of years of action.

If it weren't for thousands of actions, they would never have been able to master it to this extent.

Every muscle bundle and every body hair and skin deeply remembered the feeling of swinging the sword correctly, and the sword they swung out was perfect and neat, able to accurately apply all the force to the target of the blow without losing it.

So even if he is holding an ordinary sword in his hand.

They are also able to split open the hard skin of ghouls and decapitate their heads.

"Bang ——!!" "What are you doing! Keep up!" A roar sounded next to it that drew the soldiers back from the sight - it was Konstantin, and although most people didn't know that he had taken over the command, they could still understand that this man was an officer.

The Knight Commander led an army that had been demoralized by the presence of the Paladins to join the suppression team, as the Supreme Commander, he should not have entered the front line, but the Holy Knights were strong but not numerous, and the place where the ghouls dug the tunnel was already very close to the command post in the rear, this threat must be quickly resolved.

"Ho!" Constantine's weapon remained unchanged, his saw-like sword was only roughly sharpened and then put back into use, its length and weight were astonishing, and it was incredibly powerful in the hands of the chief knight who had become familiar with these things after a little battle, as if he was holding back his strength and was not convinced by the paladins, Constantine squandered his physical strength and slashed these monsters frantically.

"Press back!" "Okay!" "Hah!" Konstantin roared, and the soldiers responded, and the surrounded and slashed ghouls were crushed in front of the assembled humans - they were the product of rapid evolution, and the tactics and coordination were at this level.

"Fire oil!" the chief knight shouted.

"Sir, there may be people alive—" One of the non-commissioned officers began, and when he retreated in a panic, there were many surviving soldiers trapped in the fork in the road, in addition to the toxin-infected people and various undead, who were still struggling to defend their smaller and smaller fronts.

"Set oil on fire. Konstantin ignored the man and decisively gave the order.

"Pour!" When these people were facing the ghouls in front, they obeyed the order, and the prepared logistics troops pulled over barrels and barrels of fire oil in horse-drawn carts, and with the addition of resin, they were extremely viscous and could stick to their bodies and burn for a long time.

The flat rectangular hole was soon covered in a large amount of viscous oil, and the ghouls seemed to realize something and tried to crawl out of it, but the slippery grease caused them to fall to the ground one after another and hiss, and the spear-wielding soldiers took the opportunity to stab the monsters hard.

"Point!"

"Bang!!" The tongue of fire instantly jumped to the ground, and because of the instant ignition, the flames rushed out towards the entrance of the cave, but fortunately, all the personnel had withdrawn a certain distance in advance.

Screams and wails of all kinds rang out, and Constantine once again ordered the carriage to be pushed towards the entrance of the cave to stop anyone or the undead trying to escape - but that wasn't the end of it.

"Ahh

The vanguard's ghouls have been unsuccessful in their attempts to climb the walls, their claws, no matter how sharp they are, are only, harder than the limestone of the walls, and the defenders, under the command of our Sage, have poured water on the surface of the walls, taking advantage of the extreme weather brought by the witches to create a smooth and smooth surface.

Watering, but not making the ice thick enough for ghouls to dig their claws into.

The soldiers defending the city took advantage of the city walls, killing a large number of ghouls with spears and crossbow arrows, but when the corpses piled up below and the walking corpse troops were slow to follow-

The problem happened.

The walls of the town of Scoti were only low old walls after all, and despite their efforts to strengthen and heighten them, due to the limitations of time and foundation, it could not be called magnificent and impregnable.

Corpses were stacked on top of each other, and the sluggish walking corpses piled up into a hill that was not low, and the agile ghouls used this as a springboard to run on all fours like a sprinting cheetah, and finally leaped up to the top of the city wall.

The screams that had come a few seconds earlier had come from a soldier who had been thrown straight down the wall.

The soldier who fell straight down the twelve-meter-high wall was used as a cushion and vomited blood on the spot, but the ghoul who fell from this height was not harmed, although it was immediately stabbed into a sieve by the defenders below the wall, but this was only the beginning.

More ghouls began to use the wall as a help, and the defenders above the walls were threatened by close combat, and once the ranged fire above them was muted by this interference, the following walking corpses would only pass this distance unscathed.

It is impossible to kill and weaken at a safe distance, and if you want to fight melee combat, humans will face the undead.

For every one of your own people who die, one enemy increases.

No matter how you calculate this math problem, you will only come to a failed conclusion.

This is an advantage that cannot be lost.

"Support the walls!" Adolphus gave the order decisively, and Henry turned his head and nodded to Konstantin, and led the group of soldiers and mercenaries who were in the formation to rush forward.

At present, the overall situation of the battle has developed to a very critical stage, and their series of plans and preparations to achieve a complete defense of the city are like a circle that exists under external pressure, although complete but not impregnable, so it is necessary to prepare reserve troops to act as firefighters.

Whenever there was a place in this "circle" that was broken by external pressure, the reserve forces had to quickly replace this part in order to prevent the expansion of the whole shape from being damaged and thus leading to a complete rout.

The pressure on all is enormous.

The cacophony and darkness of the environment, the shaking of torches, and the confusion of the crowd made it impossible to even figure out the location of enemies and allies if it weren't for the commander's skill.

But even then, the situation was noisy enough, coupled with a lot of pressure and haste of footsteps.

No one noticed.

It was only natural that a ghoul had crept into the town near the mayor's hut.

The firelight flickered, and sticky saliva trickled down from the mouth of this ugly but still somewhat human thing.

"Mira......" Margaret whispered, huddled behind the Loan Maiden.

The white-haired girl held her sword in both hands and pointed it at the ghoul in front of her, and she looked at it as her heart raced to think - as Henry had taught.

Mira, who had just weighed 50 kilograms, was almost half the weight of the other party, and even if she was wearing a cuirass, she still couldn't compare with her own weight.

In the event of a head-to-head encounter, she is likely to be knocked to the ground by a single charge - so what she should do is outwit and use her lightness to go around its weak spots.

But it wasn't human, it had a steady center of gravity on all fours, and it could move sideways much faster than itself.

Add to that the tough skin - even though it's a small ghoul, even a stronger adult man won't necessarily be able to cleave with a broadsword to do enough damage, let alone the young girl herself.

Her forehead was oozing fine sweat from the tension.

And that's not even the most troublesome.

Because the situation was very urgent, Mira stayed at the relatively safe mayor's mansion with Minna and the others, as the escort of the logistics command, she and the noble lady happened to come here to check the remnants of the materials piled up here when they encountered this monster unexpectedly.

Because the people were sent outside and the mansion was very large, there was no one else on the backyard except for the two of them, and even if they shouted, it was likely that no one would be able to come in time.

It's just me.

Only I can protect Margaret-

She couldn't get out of the way.

If you get out of the way, the even weaker aristocratic lady will be torn apart by this monster.

Therefore, the so-called flexible pace of change is impossible to achieve from the beginning.

"It's difficult—" Margaret clung to the hem of Mira's garment, which further restricted the movement of the Roan Maiden, but the noble lady obviously didn't realize how nervous she was, she just stared at the monster in front of her, which only showed half of its body in the dim firelight, and didn't even dare to blink her eyes, afraid that as soon as her eyes were closed, it would immediately pounce.

Sweat slid down the forehead to the white-haired girl's gracefully curved chin, then dripped onto the frozen ground, splashing like flowers.

In the moment it quickly begins to frost on the surface.

Ghoul and Mira.

Meantime.

Moved.