Ride and Cut

The current situation is that a hundred or so bearmen are leading four or five hundred rabbit-headed men to storm a ten-yard-long gap in the wall.

On the other side, Li Cha couldn't see the exact number of dwarf fighters from this angle, but since they were almost in a stalemate with the bear men, it should be around two to three hundred people.

Li Cha put down his binoculars and turned his head to grin at the soldiers of Gaoshan Fort, showing his white teeth.

In the dark night, it seemed like a ferocious beast wanted to devour people.

"Get ready, it's time for us to play."

Li Cha took out an exaggerated two-handed horse-slaying giant sword from his back and held it in his hand.

Since the last fight, he has figured it out, the battlefield is not a ring, and the destructive power of opening and closing is far more important than the quick and quick skills.

Using a few pounds of weapons like ordinary Pompeii warriors is a waste of divine power, so Richard asked the blacksmith to make him this super heavy sword with a light sword blade that is half the height of a person and the width of a palm.

The previous star meteorite steel saber named Zhanlong was also melted into molten iron, and a new sword was mixed in to further increase its weight and hardness.

So the weight of the new sword came to a staggering seventy-two pounds, about the same weight as the Kobold Nehru.

The lord's talent in naming is really lacklustre, so the new sword is still called Zhanlong. If the previous game Zhanlong is still somewhat suspected of being a headline party, then this one at least seems very feasible.

Once the weight of the weapon exceeds a certain critical point, it doesn't matter whether it is sharp or not. The inertia it carries when swung alone is enough to smash a hardwood target as wide as a person into pieces.

So this huge sword is not sharpened at all, completely in the style of the temple.

The barbarian warriors formed a battle formation on both sides behind him.

The Arctic Ice Sheet is a land that is very different from Pompeii. Sometimes there will be a magical polar night phenomenon that lasts for half a year. The barbarians whose ancestors lived there had to learn to live and fight in the dark, so their night vision ability was at the forefront of the entire human lineage, and it was completely easy to deal with a night battle.

In contrast, the centaur was a little bit blind. These excellent archers can only see a black shadow surging at the moment, and they can't even talk about aiming and shooting. They are destined to play a supporting role.

Li Cha rushed to the front holding the giant sword, behind him was the same silent barbarian.

The distance between the two sides is only a few hundred yards, which means that there are still dozens of breaths before the battle at full speed.

The rabbit-headed man's big ears came in handy, and he noticed the abnormality in the abnormal footsteps before the suzerain, and immediately began to shout at the top of his throat.

Their voices are very mocking and ugly, but for the bear warriors, this is definitely a life-saving warning, allowing them to turn around and meet the enemy before the attack is imminent.

The difficulty of charging in the dark is still too high, and the barbarians actually failed to maintain the usual training formation, and the two sides were completely chaotic.

A khaki-yellow halo fell from midair out of nowhere and covered the barbarians in the front row. They suddenly felt their bodies sink and their skin perception became a little dull—this was the stone skin technique blessed by the giant monster shaman Hum.

There is no need for probing and questioning, the battle was full of thunder and fire from the very beginning.

"Aww!" The bear warrior in the lead was one of the few elites wearing iron armor, raised his head and roared like a wild beast, and swung his rusty iron ax towards Li Cha.

The lord did not intend to give in at all, he roared and swung his weapon at the opponent's skull.

The moment the giant sword and the iron ax collided in the night sky, there was a thunderous explosion, and the sudden birth and death of a series of sparks even dazzled the eyes adapted to the darkness.

Li Cha's mouth was numb, and blood flowed out along the khaki-yellow skin, and the huge sword made of miscellaneous stars and meteorite steel was also forcibly broken into a gap of rice grains. But Warrior Xiong was even more miserable. His iron ax was smashed back by a huge and irresistible force, and the handle sank deeply into his face, and the blood flowed out with the rain in an instant.

This tall and burly warrior like a little giant shook twice, without saying a word, he staggered and fell to the ground without life.

[Experience Points +257], the small characters on the side of the field of vision are slowly rising and fading.

Trembling, Nehru finished holding the fireball spell, only to find that the lord had brought the barbarians and the bear warriors into a collision, making it difficult to distinguish each other. The old kobold sneaked a glance at Hurt beside him, and his rationality prompted him to give up the tempting idea of ​​a pot, and shot the already formed fireball into the distance.

He began to prepare bloodthirsty thaumaturgy again. According to Nehru's experience gained from tribal wars, it is very appropriate to use bless spells at this time. As long as the main body of the buff range falls on one's own side, it doesn't matter if it is missed by the enemy.

But Hurt suddenly reached out and grabbed his slender arm, forcibly interrupting the process that had just started.

"What are you doing!"

Nehru was taken aback. Although the interruption of the shaman's spellcasting would not suffer backlash like a human mage, it was by no means a pleasant thing.

"My lord said that you must not use bloodthirsty thaumaturgy without his order." Hurt bit the word "absolutely" very hard, and his powerful body was particularly convincing.

"Why?" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Nehru knew it was useless to ask. How could the great dictator explain why? If he dared to ask, it would definitely be another kick.

"Li Cha must have his own ideas." Annie had a smile on her face, but her hands were twisted into balls. Her heart was definitely not as peaceful as it seemed. "I think he is simply too talented in directing small-scale battles."

The remaining centaurs around were nodding, and Nehru was not stupid enough to argue with them at this time, so he could only watch the battle ahead dryly.

The highland barbarian was already the tallest among humans, but it was still obviously dwarfed by the bear man.

There is a general rule among various intelligent life forms, that is, there is a positive correlation between body size and strength, and the strength that a body weight of 500 pounds can hold is stronger than that of 200 pounds.

Therefore, powerful races are often very tall, and there are occasional special cases such as dwarves, which also develop horizontally.

According to this law, the strength of the barbarians should be inferior to the bearmen, because their size is a whole circle smaller.

In a large-scale melee, the advantage brought by the crushing of power is difficult to make up for by anything else.

The two warring parties collided without hesitation, the shouts of killing and the collision of weapons suddenly became fierce. After a while, the winner was two points, and it was the bear who was knocked down.

The barbarian warriors in Alpine Fort were no longer the same group of soil turtles wandering on the ice field. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the changes brought about by the system's attribute blessing were earth-shaking, enough to bridge the gap in strength between the two.