Ride and Cut

The centaur archers and the dwarven throwing axemen behind the wall fired a salvo, and the pressure on the frontal infantry suddenly eased, giving them a valuable respite

But this respite was also extremely short-lived, and the follow-up wilderness people carried out the attack without hesitation like moths on a flame.

Nehru's fireball technique died down after a few rounds, but Hum continued to bless the soldiers with stone skin technique. Ha, who only knew how to do it, looked anxiously, and began to follow him to perform the technique in desperation.

The 曚昽 technique, which can only slightly blur the vision, originally had little effect in a frontal battle, but when it was blessed on the lord, it unexpectedly had a miraculous effect.

The giant sword in his hand was already surprisingly fast, but at this moment it turned into a phantom that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. Those who have the courage to rush to him are often tall and powerful races, but they are chopped down like targets without even seeing the weapons used by their opponents.

After all, the fence is just a fence, not a city wall, and it will soon begin to collapse under high-intensity impact. The centaur and the throwing axeman could no longer focus on shooting, and switched to melee weapons one after another, roaring and filling their mouths.

The scramble for the wall immediately created an extremely cruel alley of flesh and blood, and even the thunder that sounded from time to time in the sky was covered by hysterical roars.

The rain mixed with blood flowed like a stream, and the ground under their feet soon turned into a mass of mud. Both sides struggled to the death in this mud, squeezing the last bit of strength to desperately launch a counterattack against their opponents.

Some wilderness people with weak physiques suddenly lost their strength in the middle of the fight, and their mouths and noses fell into the water, but they could no longer squeeze the slightest strength to turn over, and they were suffocated to death in the shallow puddle as deep as a palm.

Only now did Li Cha know that if the proportion of blood and water is appropriate, it will become as magnificent and translucent as a ruby.

He waved Zhanlong mechanically, his arms were sore until they gradually became numb. Seventy pounds should not be difficult to bear with his strength, but the accumulation of quantity has caused a qualitative change. For Li Cha, it was the first time he felt tired on the battlefield.

The bloodthirsty thaumaturgy's magic light began to shine, which was the last shot of stimulant at the critical moment.

I don't know how long it took, but the frontal impact of wilderness finally gradually became sparse. The brutal hell of flesh and blood challenged the nerves of every latecomer. Finally, they could no longer bear all this, and left their companions and began to flee in groups.

The shouting and killing gradually stopped, leaving only the screams of wounded people all over the floor.

"These people are fucking crazy!" Gunther couldn't hold on any longer, let go of the hammer and fell into the mud, leaning back slowly against the wall.

He and a few high-ranking barbarians followed Li Cha to serve as a firefighting team during the most difficult time just now. The original ax curled into twists, and halfway picked up a dwarf warhammer to deal with it temporarily.

"I think so too." Hurt's fingers were bleeding, he had fired too often and too many times, and his arms were trembling uncontrollably.

Few of the infantry were still holding on to their standing posture, and most of them were helping each other to find a place to rest. Their panting sounds converged, as if they had collectively suffered from asthma.

The down on Nehru's face was wet in strands by the rain, and he was sitting slumped in the mud, sticking out his tongue, unable to utter a word. In this battle, he exhausted all his breastfeeding energy, his magic power was empty, dizzy and nauseated.

At the last moment, if he hadn't tried his best to use bloodthirsty thaumaturgy to pull hard, the frontline infantry might not be able to survive

Li Cha took off his helmet and threw it on the ground. The twisted and deformed iron-framed palm hammer rolled into the distance with a sound, and he spit out bloody phlegm from his mouth.

He ate a bear warrior's counterattack before he died, even with three layers of heavy armor and his own resistance, it was not so easy to bear.

As far as the eye can see, there are strange corpses everywhere, and they can walk hundreds of yards without stepping on them. It is roughly estimated that the wilderness lost at least a quarter of its manpower before the casualties completely collapsed.

The lord swore that he would never call them robbers again. If the robbers had half the courage and spirit of sacrifice, one of the sheriffs of Pompeii would line up and wipe their necks and hang themselves.

"Are you okay?" Annie saw the rain from the sky falling on Li Cha's body, continuously washing out dark red blood, and from time to time, pieces of meat were mixed with it and flowed from the cracks in the armor, as if it had just been fished out of a flesh mill.

"It's okay." Li Cha shook his head, pulled off the armor layer by layer, and stretched his waist to keep his muscles and bones alive.

He was a little tired, but that was all. Those blood plasma and minced meat are gifts from the opponent, so I am fine.

The barbarians were overwhelmed by the sight. After a bitter battle, they were also blessed with bloodthirsty thaumaturgy by Nehru. Now they are suffering terribly from the sequelae, and their own lord clearly still has more energy, which is simply like a beast.

The lord opened the system panel and took a look. Of the two barbarians, one centaur was killed, and almost all the others were injured. This is the first time that the Alpine Fortress has lost staff since its establishment, but even if judged by the most critical commander, this answer sheet is already impressive enough.

The most important thing is of course that their strength and equipment crushed the wilderness too much, even if the opponent fought very hard, it didn't help. Another reason that is difficult to explain is that after the wilderness found out that the barbarian's fighting power was amazing, they naturally tended to attack the area in charge of the dwarves, and the pressure on the alpine fort was relatively small.

For system soldiers, a bloody battle itself is the most lucrative harvest. Li Cha didn't know how many of the kills were the masterpieces of the Gaoshanbao fighters, but it was certain that this experience was too rich.

All the barbarians who are still alive have been promoted to barbarian giant ax warriors, which is already the second highest rank in their arms system.

But to Li Cha's surprise, with such a large amount of experience, no one can go one step further to become the ultimate berserker. Obviously, the last step requires a terrible amount of experience.

The centaur, which originally only had the second and third ranks, was also qualified for promotion. Unlike the barbarians, when they were promoted from the third rank to the fourth rank, they began to face the problem of route selection-whether they were rangers who focused on long-range capabilities, or heavy cavalry who focused on charging.

As long as the choice is made, of course, it is the most accurate to do it when faced with a need. But since Li Cha had interpreted the system as Shura potion and gained power from killing, he had to race against time to advance them after the battle, otherwise he would be suspected of cheating.

Based on the subjective feelings of the recent wilderness conflicts, he chose the obviously more helpful ranger route. After all, the Alpine Fortress still lacks long-range firepower.

So the composition of the centaur's arms became a mixture of third-tier centaur guards and fourth-tier centaur guerrilla shooters.

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