Lord of the North

Most of the infantry troops in Ironfang have already replaced their long swords and replaced them with easy-to-use battle axes or maces, because these two weapons are more effective when facing armored enemies. effect.

In addition, there is also the issue of cost. The sword is basically damaged after a battle.

Moreover, each soldier can carry multiple hatchets, which can also be used as throwing axes before fighting. A throwing axe thrown with all strength is even more terrifying than a bow and arrow within a certain distance.

It is also a huge blow to the enemy's morale, and the throwing axe also has a certain effect on the cavalry. After all, most war horses are not armored like knights.

"Don't be too extreme, wait for my good news."

Larry put his hand on Mu's big hand, chuckled and relieved, and then slowly walked out of the Tusa tribe's camp with his wooden staff, and headed towards the Ironfang led army.

"Chief..." Gu Shang took a step forward and stopped talking.

"That's his choice. We don't have the right to interfere. Let our people prepare for battle. You take a few warriors and the old people and children and leave quickly along the trail behind the tribe."

Mu looked fiercely at the army that had gradually stopped in the distance, and whispered.

Regardless of the outcome of the negotiations, Mu felt that the fate of his tribe would not be much better, because they are not the same tribe, and there is huge hatred on both sides, trust this kind of thing will not exist.

He believes that the best result is that he can safely take his clan to leave the homeland where he has survived for generations. Maybe the clan people will complain about him because of this.

"I understand the chief." Gu's eyes lit up, nodded in agreement, and hurriedly left with his black broadsword.

"Tusa."

Mu lightly glanced at his back, then turned to look at Larry's thin back in the distance, clasped his hands tightly, and whispered softly.

"My lord, someone walked out from the enemy."

Dorn rode up to Beowulf's side and whispered, pointing to Larry in the distance.

"I saw it. I ordered the entire army to suspend its advancement. You stay here and I will take someone to take a look."

Beowulf squinted at the thin figure in the distance. He felt a surge of energy. The other party had no plans to hide his strength, and he had also felt this energy in Jason.

This is the fluctuation of the mana pool, but Jason does not learn spells systematically, so there is no increase in strength.

After speaking, he kicked the horse's belly lightly, and took a few guards and galloped towards Larry. The army behind him slowly stopped, staring dignifiedly at the barbarian in front of the building in the distance.

"Stop coming!"

Soon Beowulf came not far from Larry, and he shouted.

"Are you the commander of this army?"

Larry's old voice came into Beowulf's ears very clearly, his eyes under his hood were full of dignity, and his heart was bitter, because Beowulf also did not hide his power.

He had no confidence in being able to withstand the impact of an earth knight at such a close distance.

"I am Beowulf from the Ironfang collar, the highest officer of the legion in front of you, you should be a human, why are you in the camp of this group of barbarians?"

Beowulf first introduced himself, and then said his doubts, while his guards were scattered around to watch out for the surrounding movement.

"My name is Larry, Larry Lence, I come from the west coast of the mainland and have lived on this ice sheet for about forty years."

Larry said with some emotion that he came to this forbidden area with hope and ambition, but he did not expect that his goal had not been completed after so many years.

Then he went on to say: "Respected strong man, can you tell me where you came? The Blackrock tribe has no grudges with you, and they did not participate in the plunder of human territory some time ago."

"Our goal is the clear heart ore vein behind you. You should have collected a lot of resources for so many years."

The Pure Heart Stone is one of the indispensable resources in the mage's practice. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the mage has always stayed here.

"It turned out to be like this..."

Larry smiled bitterly and shook his head. In fact, he hadn't quarried the clear heart stone on a large scale for so many years, but only entrusted these Tusa people to help him mine enough clear heart stone for a period of time.

This is also one of the reasons why he has stayed here, but how did these humans learn about this vein?

"We can leave this vein to you, please let me leave here with these innocent Tusas, how about?"

Larry did not answer his question, but said in a deliberate tone that he had no other thoughts after seeing Beowulf.

"I'm very sorry, the barbarians of the Blackrock tribe have long been enmity with us, either died or became slaves."

Beowulf smiled cruelly, disappeared on the horseback in an instant, and was already behind Larry when he reappeared.

What? Larry's eyes widened. He didn't expect Beowulf to act with a disagreement, so that he had no time to react.

"The people in this tribe have killed our compatriots last time."

Before the world in front of Larry was completely dark, he heard these words vaguely.

"Larry!"

In the distance, Mu Muxuan watched this scene eagerly, and couldn't help but roar. He stared at Beowulf fiercely, as if to tear him to pieces.

"The whole army is attacking!"

Beowulf drew the long sword from his waist and swept forward and roared.

boom! boom! boom!

The neat footsteps rumbling again.

"Warriors of the Blackrock Tribe, kill for our homeland!" Mu stared with red eyes, raised his huge battle axe high and roared, UU reading www. uukanshu.com then took the lead in rushing out of the tribe.

"Picture! Spread!"

The Tusa tribe behind him also raised the weapon in his hand and shouted, and then followed behind him and launched a charge towards the iron-fang collar army.

In their dictionary there are only offenses and battles, no retreats and defenses.

"Archer, let go!"

An officer rode a horse to the archer's camp, with a long sword in his hand pointed at the barbarian galloping in the distance, and gave orders loudly.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and hundreds of sharp arrows rushed down into the sky, but some of the barbarians had already raised the simple skinned wooden shield in their hands.

Although there will be arrows piercing the wooden shield, the remaining damage will not cause any fatal damage to the thick-skinned them.

However, a part of the soldiers fell on the way to the charge, with arrows all over their bodies.