"Ah!" A Viking warrior wearing a mail turban and a full set of chain mail had just climbed up the ladder. Before he could climb in from the crenelation of the corridor, which was smaller for his body, four sharp weapons The spears struck him from different directions.
"It's a pity that only one spear pierced his mail armor," said a militiaman wearing a dirty and tattered leather vest. "The mail armor that the barbarians snatched was really solid. I really don't know who has it." Money suckers are so unlucky.”
"Yes, if the master hadn't equipped us with these newly repaired spears, our hacking attacks with broken swords and axes would be nothing to these well-equipped barbarians!" A man who knows a little about weapons and equipment The militiamen nodded in agreement.
"Here comes another one, I..." The militiaman on the fort wall who had not finished his words looked at the ax deeply embedded in his chest in disbelief. He felt that all the strength in his body had been drained, like a rag doll. Free fall from the fort wall into the small square inside the fort.
"Damn it, you weirdo!" A militiaman wearing a padded robe with two large patches pierced the leather armor of this brawny man with a ponytail with the spear in his hand, and the blood stained his lining red .
But the brawny man with the ponytail seemed not to feel that he was injured at all, and vigorously waved the two-handed hook blade ax in his hand at the militiaman whose eyes were filled with despair.
"Oh my God, Vincent!" Seeing his comrade who was fighting with him just now being almost split in two by a ponytailed brawny man, the young militiaman wearing a red waist-tied long-sleeved thick robe filled his blue eyes with tears. Fear, the hands holding the spear kept trembling, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Uh-huh!"
A fresh head flew out from the militiaman's neck, where blood was constantly pouring out. The headless corpse's originally bright red thick robe was instantly dyed dark red by the blood, and then the strong man with a ponytail kicked him like garbage. Kick aside.
"Is this a devil? No, no..." The archer holding a hunting short bow looked at the ponytailed man who had just been hit in the shoulder by an arrow but was unaware of it. Instead, he strode towards him and said something. Before he finished speaking, he followed in the footsteps of the previous militiamen.
"No, ahhhhhhh!"
"The city wall over there has been lost!" Simon, who was on the fort gate, heard the fierce screams coming from the left. He looked closely and saw that that section of the fort wall was full of broken limbs, liver and brain smeared on the ground, and a man covered in blood. A strong man with a ponytail carrying a two-handed ax was walking towards him with blood and brain matter.
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"Damn it, that monster went from the fort wall to the fort gate. He is going to open our fort gate from the inside!" A militiaman's head was running rapidly, and he mustered up the courage to walk towards the abandoned fort wall that was almost washed with blood.
At this moment, a Viking struggled to squeeze into the corridor from the ladder of the lost city wall. He raised his shield to block the spear thrust by the militiaman who had just plucked up the courage to rush up, and then stabbed him with a sword. abdomen.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
However, the Viking did not let the brave militia go. Instead, he pulled out the dagger that was pierced into his belly and slashed wildly at the militiaman who was kneeling on the ground and groaning in pain.
"Save it, Gnar, use your extra energy to fight the enemy instead of venting on a corpse." Another Viking who climbed up the ladder from the lost fortress wall said speechlessly.
"Hahaha, don't worry about it!" The Viking smiled cruelly, licked the blood on his mouth, and pulled out the dagger from the dead and bloody militiaman.
But just when he realized that someone was coming in the corridor and was about to raise his buckler to block, the screams of his companions suddenly sounded.
"What's going on..." Before the bloodthirsty Viking could figure out the situation, he just raised his head when a narrow-slotted sword with a golden ring and seal still stained with warm blood stabbed him directly from the deep eye socket. Go in.
"Simon is in danger. You and the militiamen who are almost scared out of their wits continue to guard this ladder!" Ludwig, who pulled out his rapier from the bloodthirsty Viking's eye socket, said hurriedly to the stonemason Ryan beside him.
"What about you?" Ryan, the stonemason holding the ridged armed sword, looked worriedly at Ludwig, who was already walking towards the back of the scary ponytailed man.
"Simon and I will attack that weirdo together!" Ludwig said without looking back.
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"What the hell is this guy?" Simon looked at the ponytailed man with red eyes, breathing heavily, and staring at him. .
"Haha!" The brawny man with the ponytail didn't say a word, and directly swung the thick two-handed ax at Simon.
"Huh huh!" Simon felt a sharp pain coming from his left hand that he raised to block, and the thick Zheng leaf shield was directly penetrated by the two-handed axe.
Simon quickly dropped the shield and stepped back very cautiously to check the injury on his left hand. If it weren't for the strong long-sleeved mail that protected him, even if the wooden shield took away most of the force of the axe, his arm would have been left with a deep fatal wound.
"It's too risky to deal with him with just a dagger!" Before he could retract the scabbard, Simon dropped the dagger directly on the ground, and used his right hand to pull out the ancestral fine iron sword from the exquisite leather scabbard on his back. sword.
This brawny man with a ponytail seemed to be a little confused. He didn't care about the zheng leaf shield still stuck on the axe, and swung the second ax directly at Simon.
"Ha!" Simon, who was holding the sword in both hands, ignored the numbness in his left arm and swung his sword to slash at the long hooked axe, while dodging backwards.
"This guy's brute strength is really greater than that bullshit Jack with the Long Axe!" Although Simon only retreated in a defensive posture to block the incoming axe, he still felt the huge kinetic energy and terrifying power contained in the axe. .
"Valhalla!!" The man with the ponytail felt extremely hot, as if the clothes he was wearing were like a branding iron just taken out of the fire. So he tore off his leather vest, which was not very strong, and then tore off the linen lining, revealing his thick muscles full of old and new scars, as well as the mysterious tattoos on his chest and arms.
"Is he crazy?" Simon looked with some surprise at this guy who abandoned his armor directly on the bloody battlefield.
"It's Water Fairy Violent Potion," Ludwig, who had rushed behind this crazy guy, shouted loudly. "This is a poison that can greatly increase the drinker's fighting power and not be afraid of pain, but it will make his whole body extremely hot. !”
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, an archer under the fort wall raised his hand and raised his bow and shot an arrow directly. The arrow penetrated the ribs of the shirtless, ponytailed man. But it was still the same as before. The strong man acted like an innocent person, as if the arrow was hitting someone else's body. He just unconcernedly pulled out the arrow with his thick right hand, raised his ax and struck Simon again.
"Simon, back off, don't fight this madman!" Ludwig shouted anxiously.
"His speed is slowing down!" Simon clearly felt that the strong man who had been bleeding was slower than before. Although he couldn't feel pain, his various wounds would still cause substantial and irreversible damage to his body.
"Little Klein, prepare a short spear. I'll count three and I will hide aside. Then you use the short spear as a javelin to shoot him!" Simon looked at little Klein anxiously and said quickly .
"Three, two," Simon stepped back, barely dodging the guy's fatal blow, "One, now!"
"Ludwig, get out of the way!" Ludwig, who had just stabbed the ponytailed man behind his back while he was not paying attention, heard little Klein's roar and immediately hid close to the side of the fortress wall. .
"Yeah!" The blond ponytail man thrust a dirty short spear into his bare chest. Although he couldn't feel any pain, he suddenly felt that he couldn't control his body. He just kept coughing up blood foam, and even had to use his long hands to hold his body, which was already weak from excessive bleeding.
