Ali's Bizarre Adventure

"boom!!!"

"boom!!!!!!"

The siege engine rammed into the city gate again and again, leaving a bloody corpse around the siege engine.

Some of the bodies had been charred by the flames.

However, whenever someone dies, new people will immediately fill the vacancy. The Northlanders don't need any strict military orders, nor any generous rewards.Every soldier is doing what he should do.

"Keep smashing!"

The officers on the city wall were sweating a little.He didn't understand this group of barbarians. In his heart, they were just a group of beasts.They are not fit to set foot on the land of civilized people at all.

He knew that the gate of Mihril City was made of forbidden magic stone.It's just some wood and lime mixed with steel, although the construction is very strong, it can also resist magic.But no matter how strong the city gate is, it is impossible to block everything.

Boulders fell, and batch after batch of people died.

But the siege did not stop.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

Every impact made the officers on the city wall feel even heavier. These barbarians had no intention of leaving.

These savages are like a bunch of lunatics.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!!!!!!"

With a fierce impact, the city gate collapsed, and Olaf rushed in with his battle axe.

"rush!"

Ashe and Sejuani shouted together.

More than 20 barbarians in the Freljord rushed towards the open city together, and the roar of battle was loud.

"Soldiers of Demacia!"

In Mithril City, the Duke of the city drew his sword and looked at the soldiers in the city.

"Kill me!"

The Duke charged forward, "Don't let these barbarians step into our land, fight for Demacia!"

The city was the land bestowed upon his ancestors by the first king of Demacia.

For hundreds of years, his wife and son have been sealed.

The honor of the Brett family prevented him from surrendering, and he couldn't give up his territory like the shameful Lord of Forsbarrow.It would only dishonor his family and send him into exile with disgrace.

Chapter 571 Lokfar, born warrior blood

Mythril City.

More than 20 barbarians in Freljord rushed into the city gate together, and Olaf took the lead with his battle axe.

The other berserkers followed closely behind.

"Kill me!"

Duke Brett drew out his sword, "Kill all these barbarians! Fight for Demacia!"

The soldiers of Mithral City stood in a neat square formation, their bright silver armor glistening in the sun.

The cavalry of the first platoon charged the barbarian with the duke.

The shield soldiers and spearmen behind are waiting in full force. These formations have undergone countless actual combat tests.

Demacia's legions are well equipped.

Military discipline is strict.

Although looking at the large number of barbarians, I was a little afraid.But when given the order to fight, they never back down.

Olaf looked at the oncoming cavalry, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. He had longed for it for too long.

"kill--"

The cavalry came galloping.

Olaf bumped into a war horse wrapped in iron armor, hugged the horse's neck with both hands, and threw the horse ten meters away.The cavalry who fell on the ground hurriedly got up, holding a long sword and preparing to fight Olaf.

But just as he was about to attack for the first time, Olaf hit him on the head with an axe.

The heavy ax split open the helmet and lodged in his skull.

Other cavalry rushed to support, a dozen cavalry surrounded Olaf, and a huge monster rushed over.

Like a wild boar, but the size of a mammoth.Sejuani rode steel mane and charged among the cavalry, frightened war horses, scurrying around.Sejuani swung the flail and smashed a group of Demacian knights into the air.

A cavalryman was thrown dozens of meters by Sejuani.

These southerners are too thin for Sejuani. Even though they wear solid armor, their strength and size are completely incomparable with the northerners.

More and more barbarians poured in from the city gate.

Ari and Lilia stood outside Mithral City, and did not rush in with them.

The gates have been breached.

There is no suspense in this war.

Ari didn't know why the dragon bird knight didn't come, and why some nearby city troops didn't come to support.

However, that's what it is.

Miraz City is like a city abandoned by the royal family of Demacia. The soldiers here are destined to be outnumbered.

The vanguard knights were all dispersed, and Duke Brett returned to the rear of the formation. There were some wounds on his body, and blood flowed continuously along his armor, gathering into a pool at the feet of the horse.

As a nobleman, although he has been trained since childhood.

But he has never encountered such a harsh war in his life, he is just a nobleman.

He lives on his own territory.

No worries about food and clothing.

When the country needs it, he will lead troops to fight, but those wars are often very simple.

Their country is strong.

Riots in some small places are nothing.

Olaf was still fighting with the cavalry, and with the double axes in his hands, he kept chopping down one cavalry after another.

"Isn't there a great one?"

Olaf seemed a little annoyed, "Are all Demacia's soldiers so vulnerable?"

Olaf grabbed a soldier and threw it at a charging horse, knocking the horse to the ground.Then rushed towards the legions that had been arrayed. Those soldiers hid behind the shield wall, so they couldn't even see them.

Demacia's large front row shield is made of all metal, nearly as tall as a person, and very heavy.This kind of large shield requires strong soldiers who have undergone years of rigorous training before they can bear it.

It's a great defense system.

The spearmen behind the large shield played an offensive role, and each spear was very sharp.

Can be pierced directly from the gap in the shield.

"coming!"

The shield soldier gave a reminder, and the spearmen behind him couldn't help but clenched their spears, ready to assassinate at any time.

Olaf rushed like a bull to the front shields.

An ax fell on the large shield.

The body of the warrior holding the large shield received a terrifying force, but he still withstood the shield.

Every shield soldier knows that no weapon can pierce their steel shields.

As long as you withstand the impact, you can win.

Their shield array has blocked the entire avenue, as long as they don't fall, the enemy will not be able to enter the city.They don't have to worry about the enemy attacking them from the flanks or from the rear.

When Olaf had just cut out an axe, several spears pierced out from behind the shield and pierced deeply into Olaf's body.

A spear went through his thigh.

Three spears pierced his stomach.

There was a sharp pain in Olaf's body, and he didn't have any armor on his body.

Just wearing very rough fur.

Massive muscles are exposed to the air.

Lokfar's berserkers, like most of them, need nothing but horned helmets and battle axes.Their battle relied on their strength and the rushing blood in their bodies.

Olaf let out a roar, grabbed the three spears that pierced his stomach, and yanked.

The three spearmen behind the shield, unable to stand still, fell forward.

The blood in Olaf's body was boiling, his sanity was slowly losing, and his body was heating up.

Even the eyes and skin are turning red.

Olaf dropped his spear to the ground, slid his two battleaxes back to his waist, and grabbed a shield with his bare hands.

At the same time, a dozen spears stabbed at him.

There were pains in many parts of the body, but Olaf's body perception had become very dull.

Every berserker will be like this.

As they immerse themselves in battle, their bodies erupt with unimaginable strength.

This is from their blood.

Born with fighting blood.

In the extremely cold Freljord, the Lokfar people live on the wildest Lokfar Peninsula.

The environment there is harsher than in other areas.

But they survived.

What they rely on is not wisdom, magic, or powerful war mothers, but their own blood.

In the Lokfar tribe, there are no war mothers at all.

Every warrior can become their patriarch, as long as his strength can be recognized by everyone.

This is the only male tribe in the Freljord.

More than a dozen spears pierced Olaf's various parts, the taut skin split open, and the gnarled muscles were exposed.

Blood stained Olaf's body red.

"Ahhhh-"

Olaf ignored the lances, which were still piercing deeper into his body.

Olaf grabbed the large steel shield, lifted it up vigorously, and smashed it at the spearmen in the back row together with the soldiers behind the shield.

Olaf picked up the twin axes and rushed in through the gap...

Chapter 572 Winter's Wrath, Sejuani's Oath

Mythril City.

Blood was flowing on the granite ground, and corpses were lying on the white city walls.

Olaf charged into the Demacia shield.

His eyes and skin were red, his muscles bulged like steel, and the battle ax in his hand kept slashing at the surrounding soldiers.His body was already covered in scars, his skin was open, and his bright red flesh was exposed.

These pains were nothing to him.

He had fought a hundred times more dangerous battles in the Freljord, but he survived in the end.