Lord of the North

Most of the infantry troops in Iron Tooth Town have already replaced long swords with convenient battle axes or maces, because these two weapons are more effective when facing armored enemies. effect.

In addition to this, 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 the battle. The flying axes thrown with all their strength are even more terrifying than bows and arrows within a certain distance.

It is also a huge blow to the morale of the enemy, and the throwing ax is also effective against cavalry. After all, most war horses are not fully armored like knights.

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

Larry put his hand on Mu's big hand, smiled lightly in relief, and then slowly walked out of the camp of the Tusan tribe with his own wooden staff, heading towards the army led by Iron Fang.

"Chief..." Gu stepped forward, hesitant to speak.

"That's his choice. We have no right to interfere. Let our clansmen prepare to fight. You take a few warriors and the old man and children and leave quickly along the trail behind the tribe."

Mu looked fiercely at the army that gradually stopped in the distance, and said in a low voice.

No matter what the outcome of the negotiation is, Mu feels that the fate of his people will not be any better, because they are not from the same ethnic group, and there is still a huge hatred between the two sides, and there is no such thing as trust.

He thinks the best result is that he can safely take his clansman away from the homeland where he has survived for generations, and maybe the clansman will complain about him because of this.

"I understand the chief." Gu's eyes lit up, he nodded in agreement, and left in a hurry, grabbing his black sword.

"Tusa."

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

"My lord, a person came out from the enemy's side."

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

"I saw it. I ordered the whole army to suspend the advance. You stay here, and I will take someone to have a look."

Beowulf squinted at the thin figure in the distance,

He felt a surge of energy, and the opponent had no intention of hiding his strength, and he had also felt this energy from Jason.

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

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

"Stop coming!"

Soon Beowulf was not far from Larry, and he called out.

"Are you the commander of this army?"

Larry's old voice came to Beowulf's ears very clearly, his eyes under the hood were full of solemnity, and his heart was filled with bitterness, because Beowulf also did not hide his strength.

He didn't have the confidence to withstand the impact of an earth knight at such a short distance.

"I'm Beowulf from Iron Fang, the supreme commander of the legion in front of you, you should be human, why are you in the camp of these barbarians?"

Beowulf first introduced himself, and then expressed his doubts, while his guards spread around to watch out for movements around him.

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

Larry said with some emotion that when he came to this forbidden area full of hope and ambition, he did not expect that after so many years, his goal was still not achieved.

Then he went on to say: "Respected strong man, can you tell me your reason for coming? The Blackstone tribe has no grievances with you. They did not participate in the plundering of human territories some time ago."

"Our goal is the Qingxin Stone vein behind you. You should have collected a lot of resources over the years."

The pure heart stone is one of the indispensable resources in the practice of a mage, perhaps this is one of the reasons why the mage in front of him has been staying here.

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

Larry shook his head with a wry smile. In fact, he hadn't mined the Pure Heart Stone a lot over the years. He just entrusted these Tusa people to help him mine enough Pure Heart Stone for him after a while.

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

"We can leave this mine to you, please let me take these innocent Tusans out of here, how about it?"

Larry didn't answer his question, but said in a conferring tone that he had no other thoughts after seeing Beowulf.

"I'm very sorry, this barbarian from the Blackstone tribe has already had a grudge with our iron-fang bow tie. He will either die or become a slave."

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

What? Larry's eyes widened. He didn't expect Beowulf to strike at the slightest disagreement, so that he had no time to react.

"The people of this tribe have killed our fellow men last time."

Before the world in front of Larry's eyes completely went dark, he heard these words vaguely.

"Larry!!"

Mu in the distance looked at this scene with tearing eyes, and couldn't help roaring. He stared at Beowulf viciously, as if to tear him apart.

"The whole army is attacking!"

Beowulf drew the long sword at his waist, swung it forward and roared.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of neat footsteps rumbled again.

"Warriors of the Blackstone Tribe, kill for our homeland!" Mu stared at his red eyes, raised his huge battle ax high and roared, before rushing out of the tribe first.

"Picture! Scatter!"

The Tusa tribe behind him also raised their weapons and shouted, and then followed behind him and charged towards the Iron Fang collar's army.

In their dictionary, there are only offense and fight, not retreat and defense.

"Archers, shoot the arrows!"

An officer rode a horse to the front of the archers' camp, pointed the long sword in his hand at the barbarians galloping in the distance, and shouted orders.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

There was a sharp piercing sound, and hundreds of sharp arrows shot down into the sky, but some of the barbarians had already raised their simple skinned wooden shields.

Although some arrows will penetrate the wooden shield, the remaining damage will not cause fatal damage to them who are rough-skinned and thick-skinned.

However, some soldiers still fell on the way of charging, their bodies were full of arrows.