Ride and Cut

　　The bear people, as a wild and powerful, are definitely not weak, they are not lacking in strength and blood, and they are born with the capital to rely on violence.

　　 The most ordinary Ursa warrior can easily knock down three or five heavily armed Pompeii soldiers with their bare hands. It will not be a big problem to gather together to fight horses and charge.

　　 It's a pity that their opponents are stronger-strength, equipment, martial arts, backup, fighting spirit, everything is a little bit ahead, and accumulation is an insurmountable gap.

　　 What's more, they now face not only Alpine Fortresses, but also frontal dwarves.

　　 Fighting on both sides is a tactical taboo at any time, and it will greatly damage the determination and courage of the soldiers. There may be warriors in this world who can ignore the conventions, but obviously they will not be the bear people in front of them.

　　 Gunther and several high-rank barbarian giant axe warriors armed with double axes followed Richard and formed the sharpest assault blade.

　　 Under the premise of sufficient strength, being relatively small is an advantage. Those door-like Ursa fighters can hardly be agile enough to keep up with their movements.

　　 Richard bent down and picked up a battle axe, flung his arms and threw it towards the front crowd.

　　 There is no possibility of shooting from the distance between the face and the face, and the flying axe that is as powerful as a crossbow disappears into the crowd in an instant.

　　 The sharp blade rolled, blood splashed, and dying screams sounded one after another.

　　 "Come with me!" Gunther immediately took the lead and rushed towards the direction of the throwing axe, and the other party recoiled unwillingly.

　　 Both sides are working hard to attack and push their own front in the direction of the opponent, and they are doing their best to destroy the enemy physically, but the result is that the alpine castle keeps advancing and the bears retreat one after another.

　　Many bearmen warriors have discovered that these barbarians wearing iron armor and blessing the stoneskin art are too exaggerated, and they are the ones who suffer from the attack.

　　 If the sect masters are still somewhat resistant, then the bunny heads behind the **** are really **** mildew. These vassal fighters are weaker than the fat pork facing the meat grinder.

　　The savages didn't even attack them specifically, just a casual kick was enough to crush the slender bones of the bunnyhead.

　　 Richard was advancing step by step, leaving countless pieces of fresh meat and stumps behind him. The hot blood even made the ground under his feet muddy.

　　 Facing the barbarian bear warrior is only a loss, but facing the lord of the mountain fort is simply being slaughtered. Their simple heads couldn't figure out why this little dwarf had such great power!

　　 Brutal and loud shouts began to sound between the Ursa Warriors, and along with the shouts, they began to slowly shrink and retreat.

　　 At any rate, it is considered a powerful one, but it shouldn't collapse because of this setback.

　　 It's just that the new force joins to make them realize that they can no longer achieve their goal, and they are unwilling to squander the precious tribal warriors in meaningless battles.

　　Before the bear people left, many rabbit heads were left behind. After being broken, this bunch of rabbits didn’t know what kind of ecstasy soup had been poured into them, but they actually rushed up with their lives to delay the enemy’s pursuit.

　　 Richard was holding the giant sword, and he let the bunny head man who turned over half an arc at once, watching the bear man who looked like the iron tower gradually go away in the night.

　　 Although they suffered a big loss, they still maintained considerable composure and morale. When they retreated, they even took away a few corpses of the same clan. They were not a ruined army that would be easily slaughtered.

　　 "Don't chase." Lord Lord stopped the barbarian who was eager to try.

　　 The temptation to advance through the system allows Alpine Fort soldiers to maintain high morale for a long time, and is extremely proactive. The side effect is that sometimes it is inevitable that they are too combative.

　　If the army is compared to war horses, they are obviously the most violent kind. The difficulty of driving is not how to start, but how to stop.

　　 "Richard." Annie trot and led the centaur and shaman over, before she allowed her to speak.

　　 In the dark night in the distance, a powerful ghost scream suddenly sounded, followed by the unique low roar of the bearman, and the sound of continuous iron collisions quickly followed.

　　 The people in Gaoshan Fort looked at each other. Although they were too far away to see what happened, but listening to this movement, the fool knew that it was the bear man who was ambushed on the way to retreat.

　　 Richard raised his hand and thrust the giant sword into the ground. The soil under his feet became soft due to blood soaking, and the blade of the sword fell in half.

　　 Now he finally realizes how chaotic the melee can be-while the bear people are preparing to assault the dwarf tribe, there are people who are arguing about the idea of ​​mantis hunting cicadas and focus on them.

　　 "Annie." Richard waved his hand at the bewildered half-elf, "I'll go first to try if I can talk to the gang of Atsuko."

　　 The dwarf is at the center of the storm of this chaos and is very alert. Even if Alpine Fort actually helped them defeat a powerful enemy, those dwarven guard warriors didn't mean to relax their vigilance.

　　 Looking along the gap in the wall, you can see the silver light shining, which is the reflection of the dwarf infantry armor. They guarded with shields, silent like a block of stubborn stones.

　　 The dwarf understands that the enemy of the enemy may not necessarily be a friend, but may also be another group of vultures.

　　 "You all stay where you are for now." Richard reached out and nodded the barbarian, centaur and a few shamans.

　　 "Boss, you are too dangerous to be alone." Gunther is carrying an axe to follow up~www.readwn.com~ don't need it. "

　　 Lord Lord picked up an oak-clad iron mountain shield left by the bear man to cover his body, and under the attention of the dwarves and alpine fort guards, step by step towards the gap in the wall.

　　 As the distance gets closer, he can see two wooden arrow towers behind the wall. Judging from the vague outline, the crossbows placed on them should be bed crossbows.

　　 Richard didn't expect that the dwarf even had this thing, so he hid it a bit tighter while holding a mountain shield.

　　 While on the road before, Annie and the two of them were boring. They shared a lot of information, from the estimation of the strength of the wilderness tribe to how the boiled eggs can be perfect, but it does not include the fact that the dwarven tribe has a crossbow.

　　 Annie doesn't need to hide anything about this kind of thing, she really doesn't know it in all likelihood.

　　 And this kind of large-scale war equipment can never be produced in a short time, let alone a small tribe, even Pompeii.

　　 Richard slapped his lips. Although the dwarves are considered to be a race that is honest with their friends and are often portrayed as incapable of hiding things in their stomachs, people who actually think that they are incapable of doing things are really incapable of doing things.

　　 The bed crossbow in front of you is the ironclad proof-a secret that should be kept, even the closest allies should not even try to find out.

　　 It may be that the posture of trespassing alone has won a little trust foundation. The dwarf warrior did not directly go to bed and greet him with a crossbow, but quietly waited for him to measure hundreds of yards with his legs.

　　 "Stop! Tell me what you came from, human." With the last twenty yards left, they finally couldn't tolerate outsiders coming closer.

　　 Maybe dwarves originally had a tradition of hospitality, but their recent experience has forced them to learn to be harsh and cautious.

　　 I don’t know if it’s an illusion, Richard felt that the voice seemed to be pretending to be rough, a bit like a child learning from an adult.