Under the dark night sky, thirty Norscan berserkers and twenty shield axemen roared and attacked under the leadership of Rhodes.

They were painted with various tattoos, thick beards, armed with weapons that ordinary humans could not hold, wild and unruly shapes, beastly roars, and the scene in front of them stunned the Quesa infantry on the wall. And what stunned them even more was the combat effectiveness of these Norscan savages.

With almost zero casualties, a fifty-man assault squad led by Rhodes went on a rampage. Rhodes and Bogur rushed to the front, one person and one axe, no matter what was in front of them, it was solved with one axe, and if one axe could not be solved, then two axes!

The bloodthirsty battle stimulates the wildness of the Norscans, and also stimulates the most primitive bestiality of Rhodes. He held a thunder tomahawk, and with an axe slashed the heads of the armed militia of Errengrad, kicked the headless body, and then slashed to the next with a roar, the mob raised their shields to block, but the wooden shield was smashed to pieces, and he tried to escape, but Rhodes hooked him with another axe.

The blade of the axe bit deep into the shoulder like the fangs of a wild beast, and the armed militia screamed in pain, while Rhodes pulled him back with a fierce pull, and the other tomahawk immediately slashed, along the root of his neck, and an axe split his neck, blood gushed out, staining Rhodes's face red.

However, the killing has only just begun.

The blood of the berserker flowed in his body, and regardless of the mercy of the other party, Rhodes slashed with a whirlwind, and the heads of the three armed militiamen were instantly chopped into the air. Blood ran down his cheeks, dripping Rhodes' hoop armor.

He bent down to dodge the sword stab of a militia officer, and appeared in front of him at the same time as the opponent's sword stabbed down, and under the horrified gaze of the militia officer, Rhodes stabbed the man in the throat with the spike at the end of his tomahawk. With the sound of flesh being torn apart, blood flowed down the handle of the Mithril Battle Axe, staining Rod's fingers red.

The white bear followed Rhodes, slapping the enemy's face with its thick bear paws, stomping on the militia infantrymen's bodies with its thick flesh pads, and then slicing the throats of the mob with its bloody fangs!

"Roar!"

The bloody battle terrified the militia of thieves, hooligans, and farmers, and in the eyes of the Norscans, this was the real battle, and this was the brave man they admired.

"Roar!"

There was another wild roar, and the butcher behind Rhodes, the dwarf Bogur, leaped high and swooped down on him under the terrified gaze of the Erengrad militia, and the small hatchet slashed into the mob's face, scarlet blood splattering out. The dwarf let out a hearty shout.

With the crossfire of the fortress camp in front and a group of bloodthirsty savages slaughtering in the back, the morale of the militia soon collapsed. In the night, the firelight, which had been fairly neat, began to scatter in all directions, and even continued to extinguish, leaving it in place. Many of the fleeing Erlengrad militia simply threw away their torches and fled towards the dark forest.

Ten minutes of fierce fighting in exchange for a whole battle, wild and uninhibited fighting methods, enthusiastic commanders, just one battle, conquered the Kislevksa infantry in the camp.

"Rod!!"

Join the Norscan berserkers outside the camp and shout Rod's name. The frenetic atmosphere is like a heat wave that immerses everyone in it. Indeed, these Ksa infantrymen from all over Kislev had never seen such a simple and crude way of warfare since they joined the army. The Norscans didn't even open the shield wall, and killed them directly under the leadership of the leader. And there were almost no people down along the way, except for sporadic injuries.

At the gate of the walled city, Caroline's eyes were foggy. She had thought that she would have to face one fierce battle after another, but she did not expect that there would be such a scene, at least more than 1,000 rebels who had come to attack the camp, but after being slaughtered only 200 people, their morale collapsed. And the entire camp has not yet collapsed. In those places that were focused on attacking, they were also the places where Rhodes asked for key reinforcements before the war......

...... Quick Eye 123

"In search of survivors, we need captives. The corpses were burned. ”

Stepping through the bloody battlefield, Rhodes told his warriors that the gate of the camp was open not far away, and they were all welcoming their lords back to the camp.

However, while the soldiers examined the corpses and searched for survivors, the white bear stood in the night, roaring into the endless darkness. Just like the day when it sensed the presence of the vampire, Ursok raised his front paws and uneasily dug into the ground, looking even more agitated than he had been that day.

Rhodes was surrounded by everyone, hugging each other, completely oblivious to the white bear's unusual behavior. On the contrary, Caroline noticed that the Frost Witch was following behind the white bear, in the dark night, there was no fire, she didn't know what was going on, however, after a few seconds, Caroline suddenly remembered what Rhodes had said to herself before, if the bear spirit really has the ability to sense the existence of the wind of death, then, is its actions in front of him warning everyone something?

"Rod!"

After reacting, Caroline hurriedly called out to Rhodes. But it was too late, under the dark night sky, countless pairs of blood-red eyes flickered secretly, and soon, around the camp, a devilish roar echoed. Countless huge figures burst out of the darkness, and the Kislevksa infantry who were celebrating their victory did not react at all, but it was the Norsca Marauders under Rhodes, who had fought the most terrifying beastmen, and were sensitive to such sudden attacks.

Without waiting for Rhodes to give the order, fifty Norscan warriors were already in combat mode.

Armed with round shields and battle axes, they stared at the beasts that swooped down on them...... Or some other creature, in short, before they see each other clearly, they are considered beasts!

Soon, dark shadows jumped out of the darkness.

That's hundreds of deformed vampires! Yes, vampires! Erlengrad's rumors are true, and it's not ordinary vampires who attack the local civilians, but monsters that look like ghouls!

"Shield!"

No matter what the other party was, Rhodes immediately made a decision and ordered the warriors outside the camp to form a formation! No matter how strong a human being is, he is no match for a beast in the wild. Not even a match for vampires. It is necessary to rely on tactical strength and team strength.

The seemingly boring training on weekdays came in handy at this moment. Before the vampires and undead could pounce, fifty Norsca infantry formed a circular defensive shield wall. The berserkers abandoned their dual-wielding stance, removed their shields from their backs, and stood with their companions.

At the moment, what is needed is calmness. No matter how violent humans are, they are no match for vampires in a head-on confrontation.

As soon as the shield array was formed, the undead creatures behind the vampire pounced on the hind feet...... This time, Rhodes saw clearly, it was a group of resurrected zombies, gurgling and growling under the dark night sky, and his rotting hands swung rusty weapons against the shield wall of the Norsca warriors.

"Steady!" Rod shouted, "Fight back!"

After a savage roar, a dozen sharp swords stabbed through the cracks in the shield wall, slicing the rotting zombies with arms and legs. Thick, foul-smelling blood flowed all over the floor...... （1）

A vampire that looked like a giant bat roared and pounced, and the moment it crashed into the shield wall, it was slashed off by an ice arrow that appeared in the sky, and the cold light flashed, and Caroline's fingertips still carried the remnants of ice.

Rod nodded in thanks. He then ordered the troops to retreat slowly, "Withdraw to the camp!" he commanded loudly.