Lord of the North

　　 The powerful body of the barbarians collided with the spear made of steel, and the result was self-evident, but they still rushed up like a lunatic, breaking these sharp weapons with their bodies, and fighting for the victory of the tribe behind them.

"It seems we have overestimated this group of undisciplined barbarians." Jason looked at them and said calmly. If it weren't for the fact that the troop brought out by Donne was too small, they might not have come to support them at all. .

"It is indeed a race whose desire to fight surpasses rationality. This race can survive from ancient times to the present. It has to be said to be a miracle." Ronald agreed with Jason very much. This kind of unorganized and undisciplined group is truly On the battlefield is the slaughtered side, and they were too alert to this race before.

　　 Facing the regular soldiers equipped with steel and their tacit cooperation, the original physical advantage of the barbarian disappeared.

　　 On the other side, because Jason's arrival led away a large number of barbarians, the impact on Lancelot's team was not very strong.

　　 Even if there is a small gap in the formation, because the formation of the army is too dense, it can be filled in an instant.

　　 The soldier in front was knocked to the ground by the barbarian's great power, and the soldier behind could immediately step forward to make a knife. The barbarian in the army is like a beast in the mud, and can only wailing and fall.

Just as Ronald said, innate great power cannot bring too much advantage in group operations, and even their lack of cooperation is a huge disadvantage. In the face of well-trained, well-equipped and well-equipped regular soldiers with a tacit understanding. The disadvantages are infinitely magnified, and a small flaw will usher in death's greetings.

　　 At this time, Lancelot had already rushed out of the army, Alondette was in hand, and all the barbarians who dared to stand in front of him were beheaded by him.

　　His target is the barbarian leader standing high.

　　 Although it is not certain that killing him will cause the barbarians to rout, at least they will lose part of their cohesion.

Seeing the black glow on the Lancelot sword rushing towards him, the barbarian chief clenched the long knife in his hand and his face was beating. He had already seen that this human being is an extraordinary powerhouse, and the barbarian clan will always A powerful existence that can't be born.

　　 "They shine with light, like **** demons, raising the butcher knife in their hands to our ancestors. Our war has failed."

　　 They were also the main factor in the defeat of the barbarians in the war with humans, so they were very impressed with this kind of human beings. These are the descriptions that have been passed down from generation to generation.

　　Although barbarians are born with great powers and terrifying physiques, they will never be able to awaken abilities similar to extraordinary powers, so in the ancient past, they were weak in battles with other races.

　　 even once became slaves of other races, but they also have an advantage, that is, their vitality is very strong, some races that once enslaved them have disappeared in the long river of history, and they still thrive on the ice field.

　　 Although it was a bit miserable, they still existed.

　　 "Stop him!" He pointed to Lancelot, who was running up the hillside, and said to the strong savages around him.

　　 "Roar!" After receiving the order, they looked at each other and screamed at him with weapons in their hands. They wanted to tear the enemy apart for their patriarch.

　　 It's a pity that the reality is so cruel. Alondette cut their throats or cut their chests when they first came into contact with Lancelot, none of them survived!

　　 "Picture! Sa!" The barbarian chief roared when she saw it. She didn't expect this human being to be so powerful.

　　 But as the barbarian chief, he is still fearless. He has to face this monster-like human because he is the most powerful warrior.

With heavy footsteps on the ground, shallow pits were descended. His huge body rushed towards Lancelot at a speed beyond ordinary people’s imagination. He wanted to prove with his actions that great barbarians were never afraid. Any challenge.

　　 The two approached quickly, the barbarian chief raised his long knife high and hacked it down with the help of his height, while Lancelot put Alondite horizontally in front of him to block.

　　 "Clang!" The weapons in their hands collided, making a loud and harsh sound.

　　 The sword in Lancelot's hand was even pressed down a bit, which made him feel very surprised, how powerful is this barbarian?

　　 "Tusa!" Just as the two wrestled, the barbarian chief suddenly yelled, and his hand holding the handle of the knife grabbed the back of the knife and pressed it down fiercely.

　　 "..." The black light flashed in Lancelot's eyes and did not compete with him.

"Drink!" The barbarian chief saw that he had unloaded his heavy blow and immediately slashed the long knife from the bottom up to Lancelot again. In the barbarian chief's eyes, he absolutely couldn't give him a chance to breathe and wanted to win. It requires constant offense and constant effort.

　　 "……"

　　Lancelot narrowed his eyes when he looked at the long knife that came next to him. It was not that he couldn't directly explode extraordinary power to defeat this powerful barbarian.

　　 But he also wants to observe ~www.readwn.com~ to see what step the strong of this race can do, because in the future, the battle between the iron-collared army and them will be inevitable.

　　 In the beginning of spring, there will be a troop under his leadership to the northern ice field. By then, their enemy will be a group of barbarian tribes with hundreds of people.

"Humans, can you only hide?" After several fights, Lancelot didn't intend to face him head-on, so he always relied on his combat experience to walk and dodge with him, which made the barbarian chief very aggrieved and angry. , So he finally couldn't help but roar out loud.

Um? Can he speak the lingua franca of mainland China?

　　Lancelot's eyes flashed brilliantly, and Alondette in his hand was instantly wrapped in black black light. He stood forward and slashed the sword at the barbarian in front of him. There seemed to be evil spirits crying in the black light on the sword.

"Roar!"

　　 There was a glimmer of excitement in the eyes of the barbarians, this coward is finally going to fight him for strength, and what he said is right, this group of human beings are uninspired generals.

　　 It's a pity that the result of the collision of the swords is not that he imagined that they are evenly matched, but that his long sword is broken into fragments!

In his eyes widened in horror, the eyes of the human who he regarded as a coward flashed with black light, and instantly disappeared from his eyes. A huge force came from the bend of his legs, and the iron tower-like body fell on its knees. Ground, and then the back of his head hurts and his eyes go dark, he doesn't know anything.

　　 Lancelot came behind him, first kicked him on the bend of his leg, causing him to lose his balance and knelt on the ground, and then slapped him on the back of the head with the sword.

"Should not be shot to death." Lancelot muttered self-consciously as he looked at the barbarians who fell on the ground. He felt that he was a bit heavy, but with the physique of this group of barbarians, he should be able to bear it. live.