Ride and Cut

　　 The centaur archer and the dwarf throwing axe behind the wall made a volley of fire, and the pressure on the frontal infantry was suddenly lightened, and they gained a precious breathing opportunity.

　　 But the respite was also very short, and the subsequent wilderness men were like moths fighting fire, and they did not hesitate to execute the attack to the end.

Nehru’s fireball technique died after a few shots, but Humm continued to bless the warriors with Stoneskin Art. He only looked at him with anxious eyes, and started to follow Hu to perform the operation in a hurry. .

　　 The 曚昽 technique, which can only slightly blur the line of sight, had little effect in frontal engagement, but the blessing has unexpectedly played a miraculous effect on Lord Lord.

　　 The huge sword in his hand was already surprisingly fast, and at this moment it turned into a phantom that was difficult to capture with the naked eye. Those who have the courage to rush in front of him are often strong 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. Under the high-intensity impact, it soon began to collapse. The centaur and throwing axe were no longer able to focus on shooting, so they changed into melee weapons and roared and filled their mouths.

　　 The fight against the wall immediately created an extremely cruel alley of flesh and blood, and even the thunder from time to time in the sky was also covered by hysterical roars.

　　 The rain mixed with blood splattered like a stream, and the ground under his feet quickly became a mass of mud. The two sides struggled to death in this quagmire, squeezing out the last trace of strength and desperately launched a counterattack against the opponent.

　　Some of the wild people with weak physique suddenly lost their strength in the middle of the fight, and their mouth and nose fell into the water, but they could no longer squeeze the slightest strength to turn over. They were alive and dead in a shallow depression deep in a palm.

　　 Richard knows now that if the proportion of blood and water is right, it will become as magnificent and translucent as a ruby.

　　 He mechanically waved Zhanlong, his arms sore until he became numb. The 70-pound weight should not be difficult to bear with his strength, but the accumulation of quantity has caused a qualitative change. For Richard, he felt exhausted on the battlefield for the first time.

　　 The magic light of bloodthirsty thaumatism began to shine, this was the last shot of stimulant at a critical juncture.

　　 I don’t know how long it took, the frontal impact of the wild people finally gradually became thinner. The tragic **** of flesh and blood is challenging the nerves of every newcomer, and they finally can't bear it anymore, throwing down their companions and starting to flee backwards in groups.

　　 The cry of killing gradually ceased, leaving only the wounds on the floor still screaming uncontrollably.

　　 "These people are **** crazy!" Gunther couldn't hold on anymore, and when he let go, the warhammer fell into the mud and slowly leaned back against the wall.

　　 He and a few high-ranking barbarians followed Richard into a firefighting team just now in the hardest time. The original axe was rolled into twists, and they picked up the Dwarf Warhammer halfway to deal with them temporarily.

　　 "I think so too" Hutt's fingers were bleeding, he opened the bow too often and too many times, and his arms trembled uncontrollably.

　　 Few infantrymen insisted on standing, most of them were helping each other to find a place to rest. Their gasping sounds gathered together, as if collectively suffering from asthma.

　　 The fluff on Nehru’s face was dampened by the rain into strands, and he was sitting slumped in the mud, sticking out his tongue, unable to speak a word. In this battle, he was able to use all his energy for breastfeeding, his magic was empty, his head was dizzy and nauseous.

　　 At the last moment, if he didn’t do his best to use bloodthirsty thaumaturgy and a deadlift, the front-line infantry might not be able to sustain it.

　　 Richard took off his helmet and threw it on the ground. The iron frame that had been distorted and rolled to the distance with a beating, a mouth spitting **** sputum.

　　 He took a mortal counterattack from his chest. Even if he had three layers of heavy armor and he could resist it, it would not be so easy to withstand this one.

　　 Looking around, there are strange corpses everywhere, stepping on them to walk hundreds of yards away without falling to the ground. It is roughly estimated that after the Wilderness lost at least a quarter of his manpower, he could not eat the casualties and completely collapsed.

　　 The lord swears that he will never call them robbers again. If the robbers can have this half of the courage and sacrifice, the sheriff of Pompeii will have to wait in line to wipe his neck and hang himself.

　　 "Are you okay." Annie saw the rain falling from the sky on Richard's body, constantly scouring the red blood, and from time to time, there were also pieces of meat flowing from the gaps in the armor, as if she had just been fished out of the flesh and blood mill.

　　 "It's okay." Richard shook his head, and pulled apart layers of armor on his body, stretching his muscles and muscles alive.

　　 He is a little tired, but nothing more. Those blood plasma and minced meat are gifts from opponents, and I am not a big deal.

　　 The barbarians looked convinced to death, and they were also blessed with bloodthirsty thaumatism by Nehru after a bitter battle. They are now suffering from the sequelae, and their lord clearly has extra power, which is simply a beast-like physique.

　　 Lord Lord opened the system panel and took a look. Two barbarians and one centaur were killed in battle. Almost all the others were injured. This is the first attrition since the establishment of the Alpine Fortress, but even if the most critical commander is judged, this answer sheet is already impressive enough.

　　 Of course, the most important thing is that their strength and equipment crush too many wild people, even if the opponent fights very hard, it will not help. There is another reason that is hard to explain. After discovering that the barbarian's combat effectiveness is amazing, the wild people are naturally more inclined to attack the areas where the dwarves are responsible, and the pressure on the alpine fort is relatively small.

　　 For system soldiers, a **** battle itself is the most rich harvest. Richard did not know how many of the shots were the masterpieces of Alpine Fort soldiers, but what is certain is that this ticket experience is too fat.

　　The barbarians who are still alive are all promoted to the barbarian giant axe warrior, which is already the second highest rank in their arms system.

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

Centaur, which was originally only Tier 2 and Tier 3, also obtained promotion qualifications. Unlike the barbarians, when they were promoted to Tier 4, they began to face the problem of route selection—whether they are rangers who focus on long-range capabilities or heavy cavalry who focus on charging. .

　　 Whenever you choose, it is of course the most accurate to do it when you face the need. But since Richard had explained the system as a Shura potion and gained strength from the killing, he had to race against time to advance them after the war, otherwise he would be suspected of being a gangster.

　　 Based on his subjective feelings in recent wilderness conflicts, he chose the obviously more helpful Ranger route. After all, Alpine Fort still lacks long-range firepower.

　　 So the centaur's unit composition becomes, the third-order centaur guard and the fourth-order centaur guerrilla shooter are mixed.