Section 81 is severe

With an indescribable sound, the Garth tribe engaged in battle. The personnel of the first columns of the two armies collided together.

The warriors of the Chaos Tribe may not have had the formal training, but they naturally know what to do. Like all Chargers, they hold their shields in front of them, ram them into them, and then lift them in the next split second and slash with their weapons.

The sound of metal crashing instantly drowned out the entire battlefield. The side that is not in line with the formation will suffer a great loss in such an impact, because it is impossible for one person to withstand the joint impact of three or five people. The soldiers, who lacked the support of their companions, felt that their hearing had vanished in an instant, leaving only stars and dizziness. Then in this drowsy moment, they ushered in the fatal blow of the other party.

Like a huge wave from between two seas, the collision of the two armies stirred up the most brilliant waves. The waves were dyed red with blood, and the splendor contained cruelty and death.

Sag was undoubtedly at the forefront of hand-to-hand combat. His cousin here is worthy of a sadistic Chaos Champion. With that oversized two-handed greatsword, the enemies who had been disrupted by the Chaos Egg couldn't stop him at all. Fear and torture require blood and killing, and the sound of blood gushing and bones shattering is the best prayer. And on this battlefield, these things can be found everywhere.

The frenzy of magical attacks had stopped a little by this time. The wave of high-intensity magic attacks just now had consumed too much energy from the wizards, and they needed time to rest and recover. Now, it's the warriors' turn to flex their muscles.

The surprise attack of the Chaos Egg just now greatly disrupted and destroyed the formation of the Garth tribe. If the Rune Lord and the Void Thorn Tribe were consciously and actively choosing to defend, then the Garth Tribe had no choice but to defend passively. Everyone knows that confusion on the battlefield is dangerous and even fatal. A chaotic rabble not only fails to give full play to the advantage of numbers, but only increases its own scheduling difficulties. The same was true for the moment, the battle was one-sided, and the wing led by Sag progressed smoothly, and the Gass tribe could only retreat.

But the soldiers of the Garth tribe were indeed very brave. Although their formation was disrupted, the phalanx was constantly eroded by the enemy, and the layers of fallen corpses even spread the ground to the ground, so that there was not even a place for those fierce battles to land. However, they are still surging upwards without fear of death, wave after wave, just like the tide of the sea. While each wave shattered the reef, the next wave followed. The commander of the Garth tribe also made a ruthless move, regardless of the three, seven, twenty-one, and only cared about letting the soldiers rush forward.

The Chaos Eggs had broken away from the brigade and been separated by the number of enemies. While only two or three Chaos Eggs have been defeated so far (and all due to magic), their offensive has been significantly hampered. The enemies who rushed up couldn't be killed. And the morale of the Gass tribe is also unusually high, and they can still move forward in this situation. Although Sag was indulging in the ecstasy of bloody killing, he could also feel the growing resistance to move forward.

This is the advantage of superiority in forces, even in a war of attrition at a loss, it can hold out for a long time - as long as the morale can hold on.

In the blink of an eye, the battle has spread to the entire battlefield. But compared to the fierce fighting on the side of the Gass tribe, the situation on the other two sides was much more relaxed. There was no surprise charge from the Chaos Eggs, and both armies fought in a decent way. Fierce and intense, but not as crazy.

Ashrufat stood on the top of the hillside, his eyes on the battlefield. On the surface, although the battle is in full swing, in fact, the victory or defeat has been decided. On his right flank, the Gass tribe resisted frantically, and it seemed difficult to crush them. On the other two fronts, on the surface he is attacking, but in fact he is slowly wearing down his body and morale in this war of attrition. When the two are exhausted, the soldiers will begin to break up. This is also normal: if the side with superior combat power chooses to go on the defensive, then it will be difficult for the opponent to attack.

A few of the more experienced attendants around also saw the problem. But no one dared to bring this up to Ashrufat—who knows what's going on in the Chaos Lord's mind.

"Can't attack!" On the side, a group of centaurs hurried over, led by Bruce, the Chaos Champion and Army Commander of the Silent Panic Tribe, and his subordinates formed the center. In particular, unlike Sag, Bruce did not stand on the front line and charge, but directed the dispatch in the rear. Of course, this is also in line with their identity: the abusive champion likes to charge the front line himself, while the Tzeentch champion prefers to stand in the rear and command.

"We don't have a chance!" Bruce grumbled, his eyes fixed on Aerufat. He didn't know what the Chaos Lord was trying to do, but there was no hope at all for this situation. If you retreat now, at least you can keep the next part of the army. "It's too late to retreat now......"

"Is it too late?" said Ashrufat.

"When they launch a counter-attack, it's really over!" Bruce said.

"There's no need to wait, they can counterattack now. Ashrufat said lightly. "But why wouldn't they?"

"......" Bruce couldn't say anything for a moment. Why? Fools know, of course, to retain strength. If you attack the enemy head-on, you may be able to defeat the enemy in a short time, but your own casualties will definitely be not small. On the contrary, it may take a little patience to exhaust the enemy's morale in the defense and then launch a counterattack, but the losses will not be too great.

"But the resistance from the Gasians is stubborn!" Bruce said. "The situation on the battlefield is clear, although the enemy is completely suppressed, their numerical superiority is still something that cannot be ignored. So far, at least, the Gass tribe has only been at a disadvantage, and it hasn't been a sign of defeat. But after all, they are outnumbered, and who's to say how long this disadvantage can last?

"One last point. Ashrufat said.

"The last point?" Hadmund interjected beside him. In the previous magic war, this wizard never launched any offensive, but did his best to interfere with the opponent's spell casting - and the same was true of Ashrufat. However, he took another approach, not by interfering with the enemy's casting, but by unweaving the enemy's formed magic and returning it to the wind of magic. Speaking of which, Ashruphat still doesn't know why he knows this technique, because even a high-ranking wizard like Tzeentch, like Hadmund (who claims to have all the magical knowledge), doesn't know anything about it.

"One last point. Ashrufat said. There is an end to any resistance, and there is never a large-scale battle that develops to the end when the last fighter falls. Even the warriors of chaos are no exception. With an experience, or rather an intuition cultivated by experience, he could sense that the frantic resistance of the Gass tribe at the moment was the kind of return that could not last.

On the surface, he had roughly equal forces on three lines, but in reality, on the right flank, that is, on the side of the Gass tribe, he had a real main force. All the elite troops he had scavenged from all those small and medium-sized tribes were poured into this wing, and even the Chaos warriors of the Silent Panic tribe were drawn from some of them. Coupled with the Chaos Egg, purely from the perspective of combat power, it is still above the Garth tribe. The balance of victory and defeat is subtly swinging, and at this time, just add one more chip...... Things would be completely different.

Ashrufat had that chip in his hands.

With his superhuman eyesight, he could see in the rear of the Garth tribe, where a troop of centaurs was overseeing the battle. If the commander of the Garth tribe is not fighting on the front line, then he must be in the ranks of the overseers.

"Let the steel ox go up. Ashruphat said to the other person beside him. He had previously asked for a hundred steel oxen from the tribe of the Sons of Plunder, and now was the time to use them.

Then, he reached into his personal pouch with one hand and pinched the Abyss Magic Stone.

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On the side of the Overseer of the Gars tribe, the atmosphere was very tense.

According to the habits of the Chaos Tribe, on the battlefield, those on the front line are elite veterans. Those recruits were listed in the second and third lines. Because of this, the damage caused by the sudden attack of the other party is far greater than it seems.

Now, almost all of the original front-line troops have been routed or thrown into disarray, and the counteroffensive is actually dominated by new recruits. At this moment, those recruits are obviously undergoing the most intense and terrifying test of their lives. The Chaos Egg is still raging, tearing and slapping warriors with their tentacles. Chaos Eggs are far more vital than normal humans, and their body structure allows them to withstand a lot of damage. So, except for being killed by magic, every Chaos Egg is scarred at the moment, but not even one of them has fallen.

Enemies surged up after the Chaos Eggs and fought them directly face-to-face, forcing them to choose between life and death. While the skilled soldiers on the front line managed to hold off most of the enemies, there were still a few enemies who rushed through the gaps opened by the Chaos Eggs. In addition, skilled soldiers on the periphery are constantly falling. In such a chaotic situation, it is very disadvantageous to fight an enemy with a well-formed formation, and it is not uncommon for a group of people on the other side to besiege one of your own. The accumulation of casualties is constantly increasing.

A small amount of blood will boost the morale and desire of the Chaos Warriors, but a large number of casualties will have the exact opposite effect.

In the face of the oncoming knives, guns and axes, in the face of the fallen comrades in front of them one after another, in the face of the blood-spattered battlefield, breathing the air full of the smell of blood, some recruits with less combat experience have already appeared obviously demoralized and unable to react. Such people are usually cut off by the enemy mercilessly in the process of escaping, and they fall tragically on the battlefield. Although the other recruits were still fighting, there was already an obvious abnormality in this situation, and often three or two people could not stop one of the enemy.

Only those Marauders and Chaos warriors are better at withstanding enemy attacks.

Now, on the surface, the follow-up counteroffensive of the Gass tribe continues, although the casualties are large, but it is in waves of counteroffensives. But in fact, the Warlords had clearly sensed that their counter-offensive was running out of stamina, and the soldiers were just numbly sending forward to their deaths. If they survive this battle, maybe they will become skilled soldiers in the next battle. But regardless of the outcome of the battle, at least one thing is beyond doubt: the Gass tribe will inevitably suffer heavy losses.

May the gods curse speechless panic, they actually used the Gasth tribe as the main breakthrough point, and invested the main force here.

"Didn't reply over there?" shouted a man in the distinctive Chaos armor. As you can tell from the armor, this one is the Chaos Champion of the Garth Tribe. "We can't hold on anymore and need reinforcements!" he said, looking at one of his subordinates dressed as a herald.

"My lord, the Thorns of the Void say that they are fighting fiercely and have no way to support us!" replied the herald.

"Those idiots, if we're done, they won't be able to escape......" Chaos Champion said hatefully. He knew what the hell his allies were up to. The Gass tribe and the main enemy force fighting each other is exactly what they want to see. But don't those idiots realize that the situation here is far more dire than it seems?