Explosive barrels were thrown into the sky one by one, and amidst the rumbling sound of explosions, burning fire rained down from the sky, drenching the enemies below like headless flies.
The rain of fire stuck to his body, and even professionals couldn't put it out. He could only watch his flesh burn in wailing and panic.
The rumbling explosions and the mournful howls of their companions further deepened the fear of the survivors. The morale of the brown-skinned wild boars was rapidly collapsing, and the monster army under the red dragon had seen victory beckoning to them, and became more excited and braver.
Inside the burning protective barrier, Berthasha's face was livid, and she stood on the carriage to observe her surroundings.
The black flocs produced by the burning clothes rose from the burning corpses, the air was filled with the pungent smell of kerosene burning, mixed with the smell of meat, and the screams of the brown-skin tribe were endless, all this told her that the situation was deteriorating rapidly .
The only hope lies ahead!
In order to prevent accidental injury to one's own people, the target of the ogre's explosive barrel was behind the battle line, so the wild boars in front were not attacked by the fire rain, and among the wild boars in front was the wild boar commander-Uke.
At this time, Uke is organizing and gathering elite wild boar cavalry to charge towards the ogre position throwing mysterious objects.
But Jose had long expected that the enemy would organize elites to attack the explosive barrel position, and made corresponding plans.
The ogre warrior held up an iron-wood shield covered with a one-centimeter-thick steel plate. This shield was specially made according to the size of the ogre, and it was as high as a story. Even a huge ogre shrank. The body can also hide behind.
In addition to being large, the surface of the shield is evenly distributed with spikes that can be used as spear heads. This famous shield is not just a defensive item.
Under the desperate eyes of the wild boar, the ogre forming a shield wall began to charge back, as if a moving wall hit the galloping wild boar cavalry.
The flesh and blood collided with the steel shield covered with spikes, without any suspense. The wild boar mounts, including the knights on their backs, seemed to collide with a speeding truck. Hole, immediately lost life.
The ogre warrior stepped over the enemy's corpse and continued to rush towards the chaotic enemy phalanx.
With a strong enemy in front, fire rain in the back, and a moving steel wall on the side, the brown-skinned wild boar finally collapsed, and the soldiers on the edge of the battlefield threw away their weapons and turned to flee.
The first deserter appeared, a chain reaction occurred, and the quilboar collapsed.
Before the situation completely collapsed, Berthasha used the floating feather technique to reduce the weight of the carriage, drove the carriage across the grassland, and took away her priests along the way.
Even if a master-level professional cannot fight against an entire army, let alone the enemy has an adult green dragon who does not know where to hide, it is a wise choice to retreat in time to stop losses.
Berthasa has magical powers to help escape, but ordinary wild boars don't.
The monster army took advantage of the victory to pursue, expand the results of the battle, and reduce the enemy's war potential.
Among the chasing army, the Gnoll and Wolf Cavalry achieved fruitful results. They rode the wolf to reap the enemies with their backs, relaxed and happy.
This is a massacre!
Not long after, Er Gou, who was sitting behind the town, felt the ground tremble slightly, and the sound of galloping horses' hooves could be faintly heard in the distance.
"Blow the horn! Assemble! Formation!"
Woooooo~!
The sound of the vast retreat horn sounded, and the monster soldiers who were chasing and killing the remnants of the wild boar immediately retreated.
"Damn! Why are there still enemies?!" Er Gou cursed in a low voice, and then he realized that this was a test left for him by his master. His spirit was shocked, and he worked harder to command the army and quickly prepare for the battle.
Soon after, an army of barbarians galloping on horseback appeared in the sight of the monster army, but they reined in their horses in the distance and stopped.
"Damn it! We're late!"
The chief of the Frostax barbarians—Arman Frostaxe's face was not very good-looking. He stopped on the high ground on his horse and looked at the battlefield in the distance.
In the distant battlefield, an area is particularly eye-catching. There is black smoke after the flames are extinguished, and a large number of corpses are concentrated in an area. This is the main battlefield where the two sides are fighting.
There are a large number of corpses scattered outside the main battlefield. Most of these corpses are thrown to the ground with their backs facing the sky.
Arman Frostaxe realized that there had been a massacre of losers here.
Looking at the army of monsters that had already arranged their formation, it seemed that the army of monsters had not lost much, and there was still time to organize their formation and prepare for battle. He was annoyed.
Was it defeated as soon as they fought? !
Useless brown boar!
wrong!
As one of the few super-large aboriginal tribes on the grassland, the brown-skinned wild boars were not too weak even if they were weak, but they were still on the verge of collapse.
Are these monsters so strong? !
Arman Frostaxe was terrified in thought.
"Chief! Can we still make it?" asked the barbarian on the side.
"Damn it! Didn't you see that the green dragon didn't appear!" Arman Frost Ax turned his horse's head.
"withdraw!"
Seeing the barbarians in the distance turning around collectively, Ye Gou sneered disdainfully.
This group of barbarians came aggressively, and they probably wanted to take advantage of the war between the two armies, but at this time they just took a look and left, which inevitably gave people a feeling of anticlimactic.
"Clean the battlefield!"
While the army of monsters was cleaning the battlefield, in the underground cave in the distance, Jose disconnected the visual connection and lay down on the ground in meditation.
He couldn't figure it out, why did the Frostaxe barbarian clan want to mess with themselves
The barbarians are nomads through and through, and the pastures to the west of the prairie are large enough. As one of the eight major barbarian clans, the Frostaxe barbarian clan does not lack pastures with lush water and grass.
Moreover, the Triangle Plain and the barbarian ranch are not connected, and the two sides have no historical grudges.
"No reason, does this guy want to be a dragon slayer?! Ridiculous!"
Those who want to become dragon slaying warriors are often only adventurers who yearn for fame, or middle school noble boys who do things without considering the consequences, and the dragons these people want to slay are only juvenile dragons.
An adult dragon is something no one wants to mess with unless necessary.
The adult dragon wanted to escape, and the legendary powerhouse was not absolutely sure to keep them, and once the giant dragon escaped, the consequences would be very serious.
In the dictionary of the five-colored dragons of the evil camp, the word "forgiveness" does not exist. Even if the legendary strongman can't beat it when he is alive, don't forget that the dragon can live for more than two thousand years.
After the death of a certain legendary strongman, there are many cases where the five-color dragons who had offended him came to his door and slaughtered them all.
As the chief of the eight major clans, Yarman Frostaxe has a great family, isn't he afraid of being retaliated against? !
Jose couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
The Frostaxe barbarian clan is their own enemy, and that is enough to know.
"Only dead enemies are good enemies..."
(end of this chapter)