"Ah, it can't be! I can't be alive! The gods are above, this must be an illusion......"

When Rhodes dragged the dwarven butcher out of the pile of dead, the red-haired dwarf looked a little reluctant. He had fought for so long in the beast man's pile, with several stabs in his body and bleeding all over, why hadn't he died? Bogur, the butcher, has been crying out that God has done him injustice, but the tragic truth is that he did survive. After slaying the Cyclops, this tenacious dwarf survived with his unparalleled combat skills and infinite physical strength. There were countless beastmen who died under his axe, and in fact, he couldn't count them, and on the battlefield of flesh and blood, the enemy formed an overwhelming advantage, who had the heart to count how many he had killed...... It's a miracle to survive.

By the time he found Bogur in the pile of corpses, Rhodes could probably guess the dwarf's entire battle - he had jumped out of the city and fought the giant, and since he was standing on top of the giant, the beastmen below him could not get close, so that he would not be besieged.

After slaying the giant, the dwarf jumped off the cyclops and was drowned in hundreds of beastmen. He was beaten, hacked, thrown aside as dead, and nearly crushed to death by a pile of corpses...... However, the heavens always like to joke with mortals, and the more people who seek death, the more they can't die.

When Bogur was found, he had at least five beastmen crushed on his body...... With the weight of these beastmen, if they were ordinary people, they would have been crushed to death...... But Bogur is a dwarf...... The dwarves of Dulong City are always strong, and even stones can't crush them, let alone corpses......

"I really hope it's an illusion, and you should die outside the city early! Next time I should throw you in the pile of corpses, and that's the most honorable way to die. ”

Rod sneered indignantly, and after sobering up, Bogur heard the meaning, and immediately couldn't find a reason to ridicule him......

"Alright, well, tell me, how did the beastmen retreat? I remember the walls were almost untenable when they stepped over me. ”

Bogur asked, puzzled. The soldiers on the side simply bandaged his wounds.

"Lord, the White Bear Lord saved us, all of us. He is the son of Thor. ”

The Norscan warrior beside him said loudly, pride palpable. Bogur, the butcher, was stunned when he heard this, to be exact, he had not seen Rhodes use the power of thunder and lightning with his own eyes, and he had lost consciousness after being trampled under the feet of countless beastmen, and after being crushed by the corpses......

But judging by the accounts of the Norscans, this is indeed not a fake. Otherwise, the town would have fallen long ago.

"Son of Thor, hahaha, when did Thor bless you? I've never been ...... before."

Halfway through Bogul's words, he suddenly remembered what happened in Dulong City, and suddenly felt that the Rod in front of him was unusual...... Maybe what they say is true......

And Rod just looked at him and nodded slightly.

"You?"

"The Chosen of the God of Thunder, the Chosen of the God of the Bear...... Well, I should have thought of it a long time ago. It is impossible for a normal person to kill a manticore in heads-up. ”

Bogur said depressedly and happily. Happily, he made friends and companions of the Chosen Son. It's sad that he is not the protagonist on the battlefield!

"I'm the butcher who killed the giants. ”

Bogur sat on the ground and muttered to himself.

"You didn't kill the cyclops alone, you have a chance to climb his head with a crossbow arrow into his heart. ”

Rod reminded.

The dwarf's face turned pale...... "Can't you save some face for me?" he leaned over, glared at Rod, and snorted in a low voice.

......

After the bloody battle, the Black Hammer Castle was devastated, and the snow-white walls were blackened by the flames, and now, it really lives up to its name - Black Hammer Castle......

The corpses of all kinds of beasts and beastmen were piled up under the city walls, like a massacre. The number of dead beastmen is impossible to count, because some have been dismembered by giant scythes, some have been crushed into meat sauce by rolling logs, and some have been burned to ashes by kerosene, and the corpses are unrecognizable.

However, the number of troops lost by one's own side can be counted, as long as it is on the list, and those who are not there at the time of the roll call are killed...... Because no one could escape in this siege, the beastmen surrounded from all sides, and there was no possibility of escape. After preliminary counts, Muros handed the dead to Rhodes. Nearly 100 more were killed in battle...... Most were new recruits who had just joined the garrison...... The veterans have honed their true skills in battle after battle, and they have survived...... However, the rapid death of new recruits was extremely detrimental to the castle's subsequent recruitment efforts, and Rhodes knew that if he wanted to recruit new soldiers in the future, his salary would continue to increase...... Correspondingly, the salaries of veterans should also be increased. After all, it is impossible for a recruit to be paid more than a veteran...... That's a lot of money...... Or, recruit troops from out of town...... But who wants to come to this icy north to serve as a soldier......

"Alas......"

Rod sighed under his breath. It can be said that the quality of the veterans is getting higher and higher, but the size of the army has never been able to improve.

But it's not all bad news, this battle, the news that the Lord of Blackhammer Castle has been blessed by Thor will soon spread again. Rhodes believed that more Northlanders and Norscans would join him. But correspondingly, his identity as the chosen one can no longer be kept secret. The queen will slowly know, and she will slowly attract attention. It's just that for now, she has something more important to deal with - the Erlengrad Rebellion......

In the middle of winter, this small town, north of Kislev, is littered with corpses. Looking at the bloody corpses piled up into a hill, Rhodes felt that he was the most unlucky traverser, crossing to the most dangerous place in this world, blocking the beastmen from going south again and again, but he was completely unnoticed by the rulers of the kingdom. They were so comfortable in the capital city of Kislev that they were numb to the stories of the Chaos Invasion, yes, in their eyes, perhaps it was just exaggerated tales.

But there are two sides to everything, and powerful enemies have honed their own troops. They are scarred, but they are seasoned veterans, proficient in all kinds of tactics, and excellent in fighting skills.

But there is a question, if you bring this force to Erengrad next and join the large forces of the various lords, who will defend the Black Hammer Castle?

Looking at the vast Black Forest at the end of his vision, Rhodes had a bold idea......