Warlords: Rise From the Land of Doom

When Vivienne and ten longbowmen continued to attract monsters, Narant watched the barbarians and murlocs slaughter leisurely from the far side of the beach.

Although the barbarians are surrounded by heavy siege, they still have a great advantage by virtue of their huge size. The weapons they use are some simple mace or stone axes. That's one hit and one take away.

And the most dazzling one is the tallest, big savage, the one with the best weapon of all the savages, and the one who kills the most enemies.

Every swing of the axe in his hand can take away the lives of two or three murlocs.

Narant can't help but praise himself for his efforts to catch the slippery flying fish and conspiracy to be a barbarian.

Otherwise, looking at the fighting posture of the barbarians, the three to five hundred murlocs would not be able to hold them back for long.

The reason why these barbarians can't break through now is because there are clansmen who need to solve personal problems every moment.

And as Vivienne and the guards brought in the murlocs and sea monsters from farther, Raymond finally found that he was going to be slaughtered if he continued like this. It is also worth noting that the filth is discharged on the body.

However, it was too late for him to reflect at this time, because with the increase in the number of diarrhea, many clansmen have been pulled to the point of weakness.

At this time, if you want to break through again, it is simply more difficult.

In this way, on one side of the beach was the furious roar of the barbarians, and the other side was the strange cries of murlocs and sea monsters.

Over time, the sands of the coast have been soaked with the blood of murlocs and sea monsters, and the barbarians have also paid a small price.

At this time, more than half of the barbarians had lost their combat effectiveness. Most of them were weakened by diarrhea, and then they were besieged and injured by the fish people.

Fortunately, these barbarians are very united. Once a clan is injured, they will not hesitate to protect the clan behind them, which prevents the barbarian team from breaking up immediately.

"It's been an hour! It's unimaginable!" Narant, who was standing in the distance, held a piece of jerky that Vivian had just baked for him, and sighed while watching the battlefield.

"My lord, the tallest barbarian seems to be running out of strength!" Vivian pointed at Raymond when she heard the words.

"Well, the barbarians are almost at the end of the game! However, the murlocs seem to be cowering a bit!" Nalandi nodded.

At this time, the barbarians' movement of wielding their weapons slowed down significantly, and each one of them even stumbled, even the big man.

Of course, the murlocs were not much better. After paying nearly a thousand companions, the remaining two-thirds of the murlocs finally hesitated.

The original siege without hesitation turned into a confrontation of 'Huga Huga', and only occasionally made sneak attacks while the barbarians were absent.

"Vivian, go and gather all the guards! It's almost time for us to appear"

Narant didn't want to give the barbarians any respite, so he had to prepare for a charge ahead of time.

Although there are still 40 or 50 savages with fighting power, they are basically at the end of the battle. With myself and Vivian here, I believe they have the ability to be the oriole behind.

Soon, Vivian summoned the guards according to Narant's instructions, and Narant himself, a total of twenty-two of them.

"Roar!"

At this moment, on the battlefield in the distance, the big barbarian suddenly roared, and it turned out that a clan beside him stumbled to the ground.

The murloc sea monster was quick-witted, and instantly swarmed up and wanted to drag the barbarian away.

Seeing that the fallen barbarian was about to be drowned by the murloc sea monster, the big man didn't care anymore, swung the giant axe and rushed towards the fish crowd.

Immediately, blood and limbs flew across the fish crowd. Originally, some murloc sea monsters wanted to sneak attack from behind, but other barbarians also discovered this situation and immediately rushed into the murloc sea monsters to rescue them.

"Huga! Huga!" Facing the barbarian's sudden rage, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The murloc sea monsters who already had the intention of retreating did not dare to wait any longer, and they turned their heads and rushed into the sea.

In an instant, nearly 2,000 murlocs and sea monsters were not left, and all of them escaped into the water.

"The Guards obey! The long sword is unsheathed, the arrow is bowed, the target barbarian team, and move forward slowly!"

The murloc's bullying and fearful of hardships collapsed as Narant expected. When only a group of barbarians were left in front of the beach, stumbling or panting like bulls, Narant immediately gave the order to move forward.

And following his order, the guards followed behind him and Vivian without hesitation.

Five hundred meters, three hundred meters...one hundred meters, fifty meters...

"stop!"

When it was less than fifty meters in front of the barbarian team, Narant raised his hand and stopped the team.

At this time, Raymond, who could barely stand on the opposite side, glared at Narant with fierce eyes.

"Big man, I'm sorry! Who told you to be tricked! But don't worry, I believe that I will be able to avenge you in a short time!"

To Raymond's gaze, Narant just nodded slightly.

He and these savages are not deep hatred, but the faction of the two sides is different, and the other party cannot communicate at all, so Narant must get rid of the other party for the safety of the territory.

The story of the farmer and the snake was known even to elementary school students in the previous life, not to mention Narant.

Civilized aristocrats and barbarians have a blood feud, and the other party now believes that he killed their clan, so Narant can't let them go.

"Vivian, the longbowman is ready for ten seconds!" The next moment, Narant pulled out the long sword from his waist and gave the order with the long sword held high.

"The longbowmen are ready to aim!" Vivian and the others who heard the words immediately put up their bows and arrows and aimed at a group of barbarians.

As he counted in his heart, the long sword that Narant held high was about to fall.

"Despicable robbers! Even if you kill us today, our tribe's protectors will avenge us!"

However, just as Narant's count was about to reach zero, the opposite Raymond roared at him with red eyes.

"Huh! You can actually speak imperial language?"

Narant, who heard this roar, was taken aback for a moment, because the other party was no longer speaking a barbarian language, but a pre-imperial language common to all principalities in this continent.

This is rare, because the barbarians live in the blazing grassland all year round, and they are hostile to each other with the nobles, and there is no communication at all.

"Despicable robber nobles, come on, even if our tribal warriors have only the last bit of strength left, you will have to pay a heavy price!" Raymond ignored Narant's surprise, but a staggering general The giant axe in his hand was clenched, preparing for the last fish to die and the net to break.

"Big man! Just relying on your current strength, don't think that the fish will die and the net will be broken! I ask you, do you want to live, I have a better choice for you here!"