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Those beasts, three times the size of wolves, looked around lazily and seemed to be very full.

Dawei got off the horse.

Lurking over alone, he bent down and got very close under the cover of fine snow, which allowed him to see more things.

There are several gaps in the fence.

Attacking from the right would be a good entry point.

There are a lot of garbage and solidified excrement around the snow here, and the horses are unable to charge here.

The cavalrymen need to dismount.

After observing the terrain, Dawei turned around and left the place lightly. He was extremely efficient and quickly returned to the temporary camp.

Many tents have been set up here, but there are no fires.

The well-fed savages have been waiting for a long time.

Just waiting for Dawei's order, they immediately rushed forward to fight.

"Don't send out cavalry... The terrain this time has nothing to do with you. Just follow slowly and far away." If it fails, you can pull it out to cover the retreat.

David did not disappoint these people.

He adjusted his strategy at a glance and placed the shield soldiers on the front, and selected some particularly strong barbarian spearmen to arrange with him on the right.

Use the archers on the left to harass.

The layout is simple.

There are no changes or plans.

The quality of these barbarians is poor, and they are all thinking about rushing. Except for the northern barbarians who have been fighting the harpy for many years, they know how to use shields to cooperate.

The others can all be considered muscular soldiers.

Fortunately, there are very few enemies this time.

Fighting with mammoths many times gave him enough prestige. When the order was given, the entire team began to move chaotically.

The noise was quite loud.

But it doesn't matter, this is still far from the Frost Giant camp.

They marched slowly to maintain their strength, and when they passed through the woods, the sky remained as dark as ever.

This land lies far north.

It is normal for the days to be short and the nights to be long.

The veteran holding the shield and a large group of miscellaneous fish came to the front area, and the archers also came to the nearby high ground for deployment.

Dawei and some thirty people armed with iron spears tiptoed to the left. There was a big gap in the fence.

They can get in easily.

The only thing to note is that there is a large dog sleeping in that gap.

Passing the weapon in his hand to the soldier next to him, Dawei gently touched the dog's side with his bare hands.

It seems to be a strange smell.

The dog opened its eyes slowly.

What came into view was the face of a stranger, and before he could wake up, a huge fist hit him hard on the head.

Click.

A crisp sound sounded, and the intact dog's head exploded like a watermelon that had been stepped on.

The strong smell of blood made Dawei's eyes become fiercer, and more and more people poured in from outside the fence.

They sneaked into the surrounding tents with iron spears in hand, and then saw some slaves in cages.

"........."

After a moment of silence, they came out again and began to exchange information in a low voice.

Dawei made a quiet gesture, asking the people around him to quiet down.

He bit the scimitar and began to climb the archer tower. His strong body and the fresh smell of blood made his movements extremely agile.

The frost giant standing above didn't even notice anything was wrong.

He poked his head out slightly, and what he saw was the enemy with his back turned to him.

Most people would just go and touch the neck, but this trick would have no effect on the Frost Giants because they are four meters tall.

The two-meter-tall Dawei had to chop off his feet.

After observing the situation of the archer tower, he immediately climbed up and stood behind the frost giant.

"what!!!"

Painful howls pierced the night, waking up almost all the sleeping Frost Giants.

The frost giant standing above with a throwing spear had his legs cut off by Dawei, causing him to fall backwards.

He turned around in pain, but what greeted him was an increasingly larger scimitar.

Dawei didn't stop at all when he chopped off the opponent's head. He took out the horn from his waist and blew it hard.

A heavy black sound filled the camp.

The barbarians in the night could no longer hold back and launched a charge.

More and more Frost Giants were awakened, and the crazy barking filled the entire camp. They had just walked out of the tent.

He saw several sharp iron spears stabbing him.

These despicable savages did not stab them in the abdomen or thighs, but directly attacked their balls.

Without wearing armor.

Even the Frost Giants were caught off guard when they were attacked like this.

The pain of the broken eggs made them paralyzed and unable to move. They fell to the ground and had their eyes pierced by iron spears.

The barbarians coming from the front quickly moved forward with shields in hand and quickly approached, throwing spears in a mess and flying out to pierce the hounds.

The deployed archers fired at the Frost Giants who had emerged from the tent, but the effect was not good and they only punctured the skin.

Babat stood up in horror from his sleep.

He put on his coat, picked up his battle ax and walked out of the tent. What he saw made him furious.

His own kind was being pinned to the ground and stabbed wildly.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, and some Frost Giants used spears to fight back, but were blocked by the shield soldiers.

The frost giant holding a big club charged, knocking several people away with one blow, and pushed forward wildly.

But these barbarians surrounded him without any martial ethics and stabbed the unarmored warrior with their spears.

The despicable barbarians specialize in attacking the balls and calves. Even the most powerful soldiers will be unable to move after being attacked in this area.

If they were fully armed and wearing heavy armor, it would be a massacre against these barbarians with bone spears!

But these despicable people actually attack at night because they are not wearing armor.

The spear thrower on the observation deck has been killed, and the entire situation is in crisis.

"Ah!!! Bastard!!!"

Barbat was furious, and he raised his battle ax to condense the ice-blue magic power.

"Hi!"

A voice interrupted him.

Following the sound, he saw a very familiar face, and he recognized who the guy in front of him was.

"Great Khan!"

He has no fear, only endless anger!

"Do you think anyone will be afraid of you!!! You are responsible for all this! Otherwise, how could these guys think of attacking here!!!"

Anger made him roar, and Barbat grabbed the battle ax and charged towards Dawei.

The guy in front of him didn't have any weapons, even the machete was thrown on the ground, his eyes were full of contempt.

This made Babat even more angry.

He slashed hard at Khan, but the guy in front of him didn't even try to hide, he just hit the face of the battle ax with his fist.

Terrifying power came from the battle axe.

He inevitably deviated in the opposite direction, and the monster named Khan clenched his fist, and the expression on his face became more and more ferocious.

The sound of fists breaking through the air sounded.

The next moment was the sound of stomach and fist contact.

Vomit... He was hit hard on the abdomen, causing him to vomit uncontrollably, but then his calf was kicked off with a terrifying force.

His entire body was completely unable to control his balance and fell forward.

The monster named Khan stepped on his palm again, and the horrific pain caused him to loosen his grip on the battle axe.

"Ah...stop...stop..."

No one paid any attention to him, and the tomahawk was picked up.

Khan held the ax in both hands, with no expression on his face. He had no idea what happened next.

It was just dark in front of me.

Then it was no longer visible.

Chapter 82 Golden Double-Headed Eagle

The snow stopped... and the sun came out.

The noise from the entire camp at night did not cause any disturbance to Bega.

His people were massacred because of their resistance, and his wife also died in the battle.

Only the blacksmiths and the people who bought things in the blacksmith shop survived.

All the others were dead, not a single one was left, and his clan was brutally destroyed by an army of dark elves.

They are probably the only ones left in the Thunder Mountain lineage of dwarves.

He was so disheartened by the destruction of his clan that he didn't care about his own life or death.

Next, he will be branded as a slave, become a slave to his enemies, and serve them forever.

Bega, who was determined to die, no longer cared about the things around him, even if he was pulled from the desert to the snow-capped mountains, he didn't care.

What is the fighting outside?

What could defeat a monster like the Frost Giant?

Oh, humans…

Looking at the tents spread out and the guy in the iron cage, Bega felt bored and turned around to continue sleeping.

"How much is this?"

"More than 30..."

"It's 37."

The barbarian's rough and surprised voice came from behind, and then others entered.

"A bunch of mountain people."

There was no emotion, no joy or surprise in the low voice that made Bega frown.

Mountain man?

Anyone who knows the existence of this kind of greeting knows their own race very well and will definitely know their value.