The anxious battle situation in the northern province of the Kingdom of Loway was still continuing. The rapid horse hooves sounded on the business roads, forest paths, and wilderness. Some barbarians and some were on the Kingdom of Loway. The barbarians raided villages and towns, killed people and set fires. The army of the Kingdom of Loway ambushed the barbarians with villages and towns as bait.

The forest, riverside and even farmland have become a battlefield for fighting between the two sides, and each has its own victory or defeat. Sometimes the winners and even the corpses of their companions have to retreat in a hurry without having time to deal with them.

Corpse in the wilderness of corpses can be seen everywhere, and wild beasts in the jungle of the north are ushering in a carnival.

Ao Wow!

The howling of wolves echoed in the mountains and forests. Permahan and the old wizard and other barbarians were sitting next to the fire in the forest, eating the plundered pork chops. Under the thundering flames, their mouths were full of oil.

Hearing the howling of the wolf, the old wizard couldn't help but shivered. For some reason, he felt cold and extremely uneasy. The howling of the wolf seemed to be a little different from the mountain wolf in the north.

It's like a wereggar!

The old wizard was a little confused. He didn't understand where the uneasiness in his heart came from. Savage monsters such as werewolf can be seen everywhere on the Nord Hill continent, but they dared not attack the barbarian team. The weak villagers and corpses on the wasteland were their targets.

The uneasiness in his heart made the old wizard lose his mind to continue eating. He stood up and walked towards the goshawk that was tearing the red meat attached to the beast-shaped skeleton.

Xiuer~.

The goshawk turned his head away in confusion and swallowed the shredded meat in his mouth. It did not understand why the owner whistled when it was eating, but its long-term training made it respond to the call of the old wizard. The goshawk flapped its wings and landed on the old wizard's raised arms.

The old wizard put his mouth close to the head of the goshawk and murmured in a low voice, the power of magic connecting the visual connection between the two.

"Fly high."

The old wizard raised his arm, the goshawk flapped his wings, breaking through the gap between the branches and rushing towards the sky.

The uneasiness in his heart weakened, and the old wizard was sure that he felt right.

Due to the unique cultural heritage of barbarians, barbarian wizards are special spell casters. They seek knowledge like mages and have the special abilities of some shamans. Shamans are more or less related to their existence, while old wizards are the best in this regard.

"Stop eating! We may be in big trouble!"

When the barbarians heard this, they stood up in surprise.

...

In the sky, goshawks crossed the woods, searching for suspicious targets. Under the control of the old wizard, the goshawks' flying height is very particular, just outside the range of 100 yards for the military bow of the Kingdom of Loway. It can ensure safety and maximize the ability to have a good vision.

But the old wizard used the standards of the Kingdom of Loway to guess Yafiawei's military equipment, but made a big mistake. You should know that the casting technology of Yafiawei's military equipment was all done by dwarves.

The goshawk walking in the sky at night had already been discovered by the gnoll secret mage. A gnoll hunter climbed up to the treetops, followed by the cover of the leaves, pulled out the arrow and pulled the bow and squeezing it.

call out!

The last scene the old wizard saw was a sharp arrow shooting towards Hawkeye.

In the jungle, the old wizard exclaimed and quickly covered his eyes with one hand. Although the arrow did not hurt the old wizard's body, the old wizard empathized with the experience of the goshawk with a shared vision.

The old wizard covered his eyes, and the other eye exposed outside looked surprised and suspicious. He could not see clearly what the enemy was, but in a glance, he saw the cold light shining through the gaps between the woods.

"There are enemies, and it's less than two kilometers away."

"How many?"

"I don't know, but not too few, and they are very fast and have a long range of bows and arrows, and my eagle was shot to death."

A large number of enemies are very fast and have excellent weapons. Could it be the hidden kingly army of the Kingdom of Loway?!

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and Permahan lay on the ground, pressing his ear against the ground, but he failed to get any useful information from the ground.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the forehead of the barbarian chief. Generally speaking, the horse would make a sound when running, but he did not hear any movement. Even if the magic blocked the sound, he should still feel the slight tremor on the ground.

However, none of this is true, which means that the enemy's mount is not a horse.

On the Nord Hill continent, mainstream mounts have always been horses, because horses are low in feeding, they can survive by eating grass, and they have good endurance, but it does not mean that horses are the best mounts, and there are some other non-mainstream mounts.

People riding these non-mainstream mounts are either pretending, such as a slutty noble master, or idiot, an adventurer with some background or strength, or this kind of mount is better than a horse.

Obviously, groups of enemies cannot be pretending, and an army with excellent equipment cannot be fools. Then there is only the last one left, and none of such an army is easy to mess with.

"Everyone! Retreat toward the Origin of Mugwort!"

The enemy must be prepared for the initiative. In addition, the barbarians are not good at night fighting, so Pomahan chose to avoid the edge for the time being.

drive!

The barbarians rode their mounts and drove their horses to the direction of the mugwort land designated by the barbarian chief. The mugwort land was only three kilometers away from the hidden forest of the barbarians. The forest full of trees was not suitable for horses to run. Therefore, Perma Khan decided to retreat to the plains first.

In the distance, Mark Cangxin, the commander of the gnoll team who was performing the beheading mission, shook the sharp wolf's ears. It heard the chaotic sound of horse hooves, and the enemy was running away.

"The Warriors of Yafiavi! Chase!"

The zodiac was no longer hiding its whereabouts and sounds. The wolf howls came one after another, and the hyenas under the zodiac were howling excitedly, and the wolf howl echoed in the forest at night.

Hearing the howling of wolves sounded behind him, the barbarians knew the enemy they were facing.

Gnoll?!

On the horses running adjacent to each other, Permahan and the old wizard looked at each other and saw the shock and disbelief in the other's eyes.

After confirming that the enemy was a gnoll, the two senior barbarians immediately thought about the source of the gnoll, which was well-equipped and formed a large army of gnolls, with no semicolon except the Kingdom of Yafiavi in ​​the overseas archipelago.

Yafievi's founding ceremony invited all the forces on the mainland, and the barbarians were also invited. Given that the two sides had no communication, the barbarian patriarch, Siphrey, sent a master-level strongman to do it perfunctorily.

But the returned master-level powerhouse brought back unbelievable news to the barbarians. The entire barbarian clan was shocked. The barbarians understood that there was another force they could not afford to offend.

Permahan was frightened and furious. He understood why the Kingdom of Rowe took the initiative to provoke the barbarians. It turned out that he had reached an agreement with the Kingdom of Yafiavi and invited reinforcements.

"Quick! Accelerate!"

Permahan raised the whip in his hand and thrust hard on the butt of the mount. The horse was whipped and ran faster.

Hearing the chief's urging, the barbarians accelerated, but in the coniferous forest, they had to avoid trees from time to time, and the speed of the horses was limited.

There is no such restriction on the hyena under the crotch of the jagger. Due to different physiological structures, the hyenas' limbs are more flexible, and they can flexibly change directions even when running in the forest.

The howling of the wolf was getting closer and closer. The barbarian running at the end turned around and saw the forest behind him, densely filled with green eyes.

The howling of wolves was upset and caused the horses to panic. The horses panic accelerated, but running with all their might in the forest was not easy. From time to time, horses hit the tree trunk, causing chaos, and the remaining horses became even more panic.

Finally, the werewolves are approaching.

The big sword in the hand of the werewolf chasing in the front could already touch the horse's hair flying in the air.

The nerd soldier excitedly patted the hyena's butt, and received the instructions from his master. The hyena jumped up and instantly crossed several meters away.

In the air, the werewolf waved the sword in his hand, and a cold light flashed. The head of the barbarian on the horse fell down. After the headless corpse spewed out a stream of blood, it fell from the horse weakly.

With the first one, there will be a second one immediately.

A werewolf lies on the hyena, and the hyena accelerated its charge. The big knife in the zodiac hand slashed hard on the slender horse's legs, breaking twice.

The running horse let out a wailing cry, lost its balance and fell to the ground. The barbarian on the horse's back rolled a few times on the ground, barely pulled out his weapons, and was bitten by the fierce hyena that rushed up, and then was stabbed to death by the hyena's owner.

The successive deaths of the companions stimulated the hearts of the barbarians. The fierce barbarians who survived in the coldest areas of the North showed their due ferocity. The barbarians at the end turned their horses and were about to fight back.

However, ideals are full and reality is skinny.

The ones that fell to the end were basically weak among the barbarians, but all of them had the strength comparable to middle-level professionals. The gnolls with night vision had a huge natural advantage in the forest at night. They almost met, and the barbarians were cut off from their horses.

There was no hope of escaping, and more and more barbarians were aroused by the beastly nature in their hearts. They fought back and the old wizard who was running at the forefront finally saw the end of the forest and rode his horse wildly.

The werewolf rushed out of the forest all the way. After being blocked by the barbarians at the end, almost half of the barbarians ran to the flat mugwort land.

The beheading operation failed!

Commander-Mark Cangxin looked at the barbarians away indifferently, stopping the werewolf who was about to pursue.

"They can't escape."

The experience of the barbarians here is just a microcosm of infiltrating into the northern province of the Kingdom of Rowe. Hog, who had just arrived at his destination, immediately contacted the local allies, obtained intelligence, and formulated a plan to behead the night.

With intentional calculations and no intentions, the barbarians who sneaked into the kingdom of Rowe suffered heavy losses and lost the capital to continue fighting in northern provinces. After all, not every barbarian team has a vigilant old wizard.

night.

A goshawk flew over the clouds, leaping over the forests and mountains, and falling into the barbarian base camp of the barbarian prairie.

Soon, the barbarian chief, Sifrey, received the message and his face changed drastically.

Siphrey squeezed the letter paper in his hand tightly, and his nails scratched the letter paper, and embedded it deeply into the flesh.

"Gnoll?!"

“Yafievi??!!”

Siphrey finally knew where the legendary priest, Homland, came from the origin of the genocide disaster.

Not long after, another goshawk fell into the barbarian camp.

Siphrey unfolded the rolled letter paper in his hand: Archbishop Homland was attacked and killed, and the murderer was unknown.

"ah!!!"

Siphrey burst out of emotion and kicked the table in front of him. The table tore the tent cloth and landed on the open space outside, scattered into wood. The guards guarding outside the door were shocked and rushed into the tent.

"Clan leader, what's wrong with you?!"

Looking at the guard's concern and suspicious eyes, Sifrey, with red eyes, suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Nothing! Go out!"

"yes!"
To be continued...