Lord of the North

The powerful bodies of the barbarians collided with the spears made of steel, and the result was self-evident, but they still rushed up like madmen, smashing these sharp weapons with their own bodies, and fighting for a chance of victory for the people behind them.

"It seems that we overestimated this group of undisciplined barbarians." Jason looked at them and said calmly. If it weren't for the small number of troops brought out by Dorn, they might not be needed to support them at all. .

"It is indeed a race whose desire to fight is stronger than reason. It is a miracle that this race has survived from ancient times to the present." Lang Nat agrees with Jason very much. This kind of unorganized and undisciplined group is truly The battlefield is the one that was slaughtered, and they were too wary of this race before.

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

On the other hand, because Jason's arrival attracted 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 soldiers in front were knocked to the ground by the barbarian's great force, and the soldiers behind them could immediately step forward to make up for it. The barbarians trapped in the army formation were like beasts trapped in the swamp, they could only wailing and fell down.

Just as Lang Nat said, the innate strength does not bring too much advantage in group combat, and even their lack of cooperation is a huge disadvantage. Facing well-trained and well-equipped regular soldiers and their tacit understanding The disadvantages are infinitely magnified, and a small flaw will usher in the greetings of death.

At this time, Lancelot had already rushed out of the army formation, and with Arondette in hand, all the barbarians who dared to stand in front of him were beheaded by his sword.

His target was the barbarian leader standing aloft.

Although it is not certain that killing him will lead to the defeat of the barbarians, at least they will definitely lose some of their cohesion.

Seeing the black glow on Lancelot's sword rushing towards him, the barbarian chief clenched the long knife in his hand, and the muscles on his face twitched. He had already seen that this human being was an extraordinary powerhouse, and the barbarian clan would never die. A powerful existence that cannot be born.

"They were shining with light, like hell demons, and raised their butcher knives to our ancestors. Our war has failed."

They were also the main factor in the failure of the war between the barbarians and humans, so they were very impressed with this kind of humans, which were left behind by the descriptions passed down from generation to generation.

Although the barbarians are born with great strength and terrifying physique, they will never be able to awaken the ability similar to extraordinary power, so in the ancient past, they were always at a disadvantage in battles with other races.

They were even once reduced to slaves of other races, but they also have an advantage, that is, their vitality is very strong, some races that used to enslave them have disappeared in the long river of history, and they still thrive on the ice sheet.

Although it's been a bit of a mess, they still exist.

"Stop him!" He pointed to Lancelot who was running up the hill, and said to several strong barbarians beside him.

"Roar!" They looked at each other after receiving the order, and rushed towards him with weapons in their hands. They wanted to tear this enemy apart for their patriarch.

It's a pity that the reality is extremely cruel. As soon as they came into contact with Lancelot, their throats were cut or their chests were cut by Arondette, and none of them survived!

"Picture! Scatter!" The barbarian chief roared when he saw this. She didn't expect this human being to be so tyrannical.

But he is still fearless as a barbarian chieftain, he must face this monster-like human being, because he is the strongest fighter.

The heavy footsteps stepped on the ground and made shallow pits,

His huge body rushed towards Lancelot at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination. He wanted to use his actions to prove that the great barbarian was never afraid of any challenge.

The two approached quickly, the barbarian chief held up his long knife, and took advantage of his height to slash heavily, while Lancelot held Arondette horizontally in front of him to block.

"Clang!" The weapons in their hands collided with each other, making a loud and ear-piercing sound.

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

"Tusa!" Just as the two were wrestling, the barbarian chief suddenly shouted, and the hand holding the handle of the knife grabbed the back of the knife and pressed down violently.

"..." Lancelot's eyes flashed black and he didn't compete with him. Instead, he turned sideways to avoid the sharp blow.

"Drink!" Seeing that he took off his blow, the barbarian chief immediately slashed at Lancelot again from the bottom up with his long knife. In the opinion of the barbarian chief, he must not let him have a chance to breathe and wants to win. It requires continuous attack and continuous exertion.

"..."

Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the long knife coming close to him. It wasn't that he couldn't directly burst out his extraordinary power to defeat this super-powerful barbarian.

Rather, he also wants to observe and see what step the strong of this race can make, because in the future, the army of the Iron Fangs will inevitably fight with them.

In the beginning of spring, there will be a troop headed to the northern ice field under his leadership. At that time, their enemy will also be a group of barbarian tribes with hundreds of people.

"Human, do you only know how to hide?" After several fights, because Lancelot didn't intend to confront him head-on, he kept relying on his combat experience to swim and dodge with him, which made the barbarian chief very aggrieved and angry , so he finally couldn't help roaring out.

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

Lancelot's eyes flashed with brilliance, and Arondette in his hand was instantly enveloped in black light. He stood up and slashed the sword at the barbarian in front of him. There seemed to be evil ghosts crying in the black light on the sword.

"Roar!"

A flash of excitement flashed in the barbarian's eyes. This coward was finally going to fight him. His lord was right, this group of human beings were not motivated.

It's a pity that the result after the sword collided was not the even match he imagined, but his long knife turned into pieces and broke!

In his frightened and widened eyes, there was a black light in the eyes of the human being whom he regarded as a coward, and he disappeared from his eyes in an instant. A huge force came from the bend of his legs, and his tower-like body suddenly fell to his knees. The ground, and then the back of the head hurts and the eyes go dark, and he doesn't know anything.

Lancelot came up behind him, first kicked him on the crook of his leg, causing him to lose his balance and fell to his knees, and then slapped him hard on the back of the head with the blade of the sword.

"Shouldn't be shot to death." Lancelot muttered to himself while looking at the savages who fell on the ground. He felt that his strike seemed a bit heavy, but with the physique of these savages, he should be able to bear it live.