Ride and Cut

　　 The situation right now is about a hundred bear people, leading four or five hundred bunny people to storm a 10-yard-long gap in the wall.

　　 The specific number of dwarf warriors on the other side cannot be seen from Richard's angle, but since they have almost reached a stalemate with the bear, it should be about two to three hundred.

　　 Richard put down his binoculars and turned his head and grinned at the soldiers at Alpine Fort, showing his white teeth.

　　 In the dark night, it seems like a beast is choosing people to eat.

　　 "Ready to prepare, it's time for us to play."

　　 Richard pulled out an exaggerated two-handed horse-cutting sword from his back and held it in his hand.

　　 Since the last time he finished the fight, he has wanted to understand that the battlefield is not a ring, and the destructive power of opening and closing is far more important than the skill of lightness and quickness.

　　 Like ordinary Pompeii warriors, using a few pounds of weapons is a waste of power, so Richard asked the blacksmith to build him this super epee with a lightsaber blade half a person high and one palm wide.

　　 The former Xingyun stainless steel saber named Zhanlong was also melted into molten iron, and a new sword was incorporated to further increase its weight and hardness.

　　 So the weight of the new sword has reached an astonishing 72 pounds, which is about the same as the weight of the kobold Nehru.

　　 Lord Lord's talent in naming is really lackluster, so the new sword is still called Zhanlong. If it is said that Dragon Slashing is a bit of suspicion of the title party, then this one at least seems to be feasible.

　　 Once the weapon's weight crosses a certain critical point, it does not matter whether it is sharp or not. The inertia carried during the slashing alone is enough to smash a hardwood target of the same width into fragments.

　　 Therefore, this giant sword has no blade at all, and it has a complete temple style.

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

　　 The Arctic Ice Field is a land very different from Pompeii, and 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 ranks in the forefront of the entire human pedigree, and it is completely easy to deal with a night battle.

　　 In contrast, the Centaur is a bit blind and blind. These excellent archers can only see a surging shadow at this moment, and they can't even talk about aiming and shooting. They are destined to act as a supporting role.

　　 Richard rushed to the front with a huge sword, behind him was the same silent barbarian.

　　The distance between the two sides is only a few hundred yards. In a full-speed charge, this means there are still dozens of breaths left before the battle.

　　 Bunnyman’s big ears came in handy. Before the Sect Master discovered the abnormality in the abnormal footsteps, he immediately began to scream.

　　 Their voices are ridiculous, but for Ursa, it is definitely a life-saving warning, allowing them to turn around before attacking.

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

　　 An ocher halo fell out of thin air to cover the barbarians in the front row. They suddenly felt that their bodies sank and their skin perception became a little dull. This was the stone skin technique blessed by the giant shaman.

　　 There is no need to probe or inquire, the battle started with the momentum of thunder and fire.

　　 "Oh!" The first Ursa warrior was one of the few elites wearing iron armor. He raised his head and roared like a beast, and the rusty iron axe swung his head towards Richard.

　　 Lord Lord didn't mean to give in at all, roaring and slashing his weapon towards the opponent's skull.

　　 The moment the giant sword and the iron axe collided in the night sky, there was a burst of thunder, and the series of sparks that suddenly rose and died made the eyeballs who had adapted to the darkness feel dazzling.

　　 Richard Hu’s mouth was numb, blood ran down the khaki skin one after another, and the giant sword made of fine steel with mixed stars was also forcibly collapsed into a gap in the grain of rice. But the Ursa warrior was even more miserable. His iron axe was hit by a huge and irresistible force, and his handle was sinking deep into his face bones, and the blood flow was scattered with the rain in an instant.

　　 This tall and burly warrior like a little giant swayed for a while, without leaving a word, he staggered and fell to the ground without a breath.

　　【Experience +257】, the small characters on the side of the field of vision slowly rise and fade.

　　 Nehru trembled and finished the fireball spell, only to find that Lord Lord had already brought the barbarians and Ursa warriors to bump into each other. The old kobold sneaked a glance at Hutt beside him, and his reason urged him to give up the tempting idea of ​​a pot and shoot the formed fireball into the distance.

He began to prepare bloodthirsty thaumaturgy again. According to Nehru’s experience from tribal warfare, it is appropriate to use blessing spells at this time. As long as the main body of the blessing range falls on his side, it doesn’t matter a little bit to the enemy. .

　　 But Hutt suddenly reached out and held his thin arm, forcibly interrupting the process that had just begun.

　　 "What are you doing!"

　　 Nehru was taken aback. Although the shaman’s spellcasting was interrupted, although he would not suffer backlash like a human mage~www.readwn.com~, it was by no means a pleasant thing.

　　 "My lord said, you can never use bloodthirsty thaumaturgy without his order." Hutt bit the word Absolute very hard, and it seemed very convincing to match his Kong Wu's powerful body.

　　 "Why?" As soon as Nehru spoke, he knew that asking was a question of nothing. How could that great dictator explain why? I really dare to ask it again.

"Richard must have his own thoughts." Annie had a smile on her face, but her hands were twisted together. Her heart was never as calm as she seemed. "I think he is commanding small-scale battles. Talented."

　　 The centaur left behind were nodding their heads. Nehru was not stupid enough to scream with them at this time, so he had to dryly watch the battle ahead.

　　The highland barbarian is already the tallest among human beings, but standing in front of the bearman is still obviously dwarfed.

　　 There is roughly a rule among the various intelligent lives, that is, body size and strength are positively correlated, and the strength that a body weight of 500 pounds can hold is stronger than that of 200 pounds.

　　 Therefore, powerful races tend to be very tall, and occasionally special cases such as dwarves develop horizontally.

　　According to this rule, the strength of the barbarians should be inferior to that of the bear people, because they are a whole circle smaller in size.

　　 And in a large-scale melee, the advantages brought by force crushing are difficult to make up for by anything else.

　　 The two warring parties did not hesitate to bump into each other, and the collision of the killing and the weapon suddenly became fierce. After a while, the victory and loss were two points, and the bear was actually knocked down.

　　 The barbarian warriors of the high mountain castle are no longer the original group of turtles dangling on the ice sheet. The changes brought to them by the system's attribute blessing are not excessive, and it is enough to smooth the gap in the strength of the two.