Warhammer Throne Chapter 6: , Reinforcements

"Shoo!" The guards shot a few more war dogs to death. The distance between the beast and them was close. Fak made a decisive decision and asked the other guards to throw away the crossbow, draw out the sword and shield, and prepare to fight, and shouted at the same time. : "Boss, run, we are here to withstand it!"

"Boss, horse!" The guard Mather pierced a war dog's belly with a long sword and chopped it in half. The chaotic war dog's intestines and blood spilled all over the floor, and the blood was dripping, and Oliver resisted. The desire to vomit, quickly ran towards his horse.

More and more war dogs appeared. In addition, a beast with fangs, spikes, and coarse hairs, with the appearance of a giant pig, also appeared in the sight of everyone. Its speed is not as fast as a war dog. Hurry, but it hit all the war dogs blocking its way and slammed into the shield of a guard. Although the shield did not break, the arm of the guard could not support the huge weight, and it was painful. He fell to the ground, and then the beast pounced on him.

The outcome of falling to the ground in the chaos was terrible. A few war dogs immediately rushed forward. Pieces of ground meat were swallowed into the stomachs of the beasts with satisfaction. The remaining two guards, Fak and Mather, saw it. While the beasts focused their attention on the dead guard, Fak turned his head and noticed that Oliver had gotten on his horse. He gritted his teeth and said to Mather: "Quickly, we will also withdraw. NS!"

"good!"

The two guards took advantage of the chance that the beasts were busy grabbing raw meat, and hurriedly rode on the horses, and at the same time silently said sorry in their hearts, turned their horses' heads and wanted to escape.

"Hoouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! A long roar from the deep forest sound of a long roar, startled a swarm of birds.

"Well!!" The horse was frightened, and the three sitting on the horse fell off the horse together.

"It's not good, there is a Beastmaster? We are dead!!!" Falling from the horse, Falk gnawed a mouthful of mud, but he had no time to worry about so much, and lifted the slumped Oliver up, desperately Said.

"That...that's the razor beast, the product of the porcupine mutation. I have seen it in the empire. We can't escape." Oliver fell on his head. When he looked back, the horses no longer knew where they were running. went.

Despair, deep despair, two-legged humans can't run away from four-legged beasts.

Sure enough, after hearing this long howl, the war dogs and the razor beasts who were busy eating raw meat raised their heads. They stopped eating frantically and rushed towards the remaining three people.

"Beep toot~" Just when the merchants were preparing to fight desperately, a horn sounded. The sound was thick and full of coercion. The beasts rushed halfway to stop their movements, looking around with some uncertainty.

"Boss, it's the mercenary group, it's the horn of the mercenary group. We are saved, we are saved." Fack exclaimed excitedly. He hurriedly pulled Oliver back, but the businessman's face was not so good-looking, so he choked. One mouthful, complained: "God knows how much wealth those greedy mercenaries will squeeze from me, a poor businessman?"

After complaining, Oliver finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Forget it, it's the goddess of luck to be able to pick up a life."

More figures emerged from the shadows of the forest. These figures looked a bit like humans. They were armed with spears or simple battle axes, and had inconspicuous sharp horns on their heads. Apart from that, they were nothing like normal humans. There are too many differences. The muscles on the body are one by one, in groups of three to five, swelling out from the forest one after another. After hearing the sound of the horn, these figures seem to hesitate and did not take the initiative to attack. Several rows seem to be on guard.

"It's a low-horn beast, an ordinary soldier of the Beastman tribe. It is also responsible for making and repairing weapons." Oliver swallowed, "It seems that this is a complete Beastman war gang. I don't know about this mercenary group. What's the strength, otherwise we still have to die here."

On the other side, a group of people dressed in mercenary costumes and messy equipment also walked out from the other side of the forest. They held up a banner with a big scarlet axe. There were about fifty or sixty people. There was a big difference between different people. The leader looked at it. Thirty people are very strong, with long golden hair and fierce eyes, holding a huge battle axe in both hands, and wearing scales made of iron scales. He is also among this group of mercenaries. The best-equipped ones. Most of the mercenaries wore simple-stitched leather armor or breastplates, and some even only wore tight linen clothes with some wild animal fur sewn on them.

"This is an elite-level berserker." After Oliver whispered, a smile appeared on his face: "Thank you very much, gentleman, I feel like you and your mercenary group saved me."

"My name is Boris, I am the head of the Blood Axe Mercenary Corps. Let me talk less nonsense. If your people can still fight, then join us! Otherwise, we will all die here today!" The mercenary leader obviously has no time and no business. Fight haha, his face is very serious, the Beastman is the enemy of mankind, and he knows the strength of his mercenary group.

"Uh, yes, yes, Fake, Mather, you follow Captain Boris, let's fight together!" Oliver said so much, but he secretly compared with a gesture in his hand, which means it's almost done, don't work hard, two The guard glanced at each other, nodded quickly, and joined the queue of the mercenary group.

The mercenaries have a lot of weapons, swords and shields, spears and spears, daggers and scimitars, axes, hammers, bows and arrows, and even slingshots. They are arranged in two rows, and close combat is in front. , Behind the long range, the Lesser Horned Beasts on the opposite side seemed to be waiting for something, restraining the War Dogs and Razor Beasts from standing still.

A slender figure walked out surrounded by mercenaries, and Oliver looked back and was stunned.

This is a woman who does not seem to be thirty years old. She is very tall and dressed in a slightly wide white fox fur coat. She has beautiful black hair hanging from her shoulders and younger generations, and her hair is constantly flashing with light and shadow. , Seems to be alive, the inside is black leather jacket, which wraps her proud figure, the material is unknown, tight leather pants tightly wrap her slender legs, and she wears heavy leather boots on her feet.

This woman has a very moving temperament, every move is full of charm called "mature", silver pupils, beautiful Danfeng eyes, tall nose, dark red lips, and a beautiful under the vermilion lips All of her beauty moles have brought her endless charming temperament.

But this is not what Oliver valued. What he valued was the woman holding a purple long staff with a red jewel inlaid on the tip of the staff, and there was a concentration of energy on it.

High mana, high elemental affinity, this woman is the caster! Oliver must have a spellcaster in his heart. Why can't he win?

"Mr. Boris, launch the attack as soon as possible. I feel the chaotic energy. It is the Magic Rock! There is the Magic Rock nearby. The Fallen Hunter is activating the Magic Rock to call for more beasts!" The female spellcaster did not look straight at all. The imperial merchant glanced at her, her expression was cold, and she spoke in a commanding tone. The head of the mercenary regiment said respectfully: "Yes, Ms. Trovik."

"Be careful behind! Beast people like to outflank and ambush." ​​After saying that, the female spellcaster began to chant the spell, preparing to cast the spell. The sky-blue mana gathered near her body. The mercenary leader no longer hesitated when he saw it, and he waved. Order: "Offensive!"

"Yes!" The mercenaries in the back row took bows and let out arrows. The mercenaries in the front had already begun to catch fire with the inferior horns. The inferior horns lined up in a row, and many of the inferior horns were shot. When he fell down, the formed front became chaotic. The mercenaries took advantage of the momentum to rush into the herd, and launched a fierce hand-to-hand combat, with screams and howls endlessly.

"Ice bodyguard!" After the hand-to-hand combat started, the spellcaster's spell arrived. The surface of the mercenaries who rushed in front showed white lumps like frost, and the spears of the inferior horns stabbed. These frost crystals were just bounced away, and the mercenaries smiled triumphantly. After a mercenary used a shield to fend off the spear, he raised his long sword and slammed it into the head of the Lesser Horn beast with one kick. Kicked away, a low-horn beast next to him saw the opportunity to stab his spear under his ribs, but was directly bounced off the tip of the spear by the frost crystals. This mercenary even used a shield to smash a razor that came over. After the beast, he proudly raised his long sword at the inferior horn beast.

Come here!

In many cases, the most frightening thing is not other things, but the fear itself. Magic is an unknown force, but also a powerful force. Seeing that it cannot cause harm to this human being, the underhorn beast wailed and turned its head. Just run.

The same situation appeared in many places on the front. Under the attack of the mercenaries, the inferior horn beasts were in chaos and scattered for their lives. The morale of the mercenaries was high. They chased and killed the fleeing enemy, but the mercenary leader shouted: Chasing it, don't chase it far."

The commander's command was still useful. The mercenaries gave up chasing, but when they were about to retreat, heavier footsteps and louder roars were heard from the depths of the forest: "Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !"

A huge half-human creature rushed out of the forest and appeared in front of everyone. It was more than twice the height of an ordinary person, holding a large axe, and having long horns like a goat on its head. Below is the face of a wild beast and a strong body, huge hoofs, and constantly spitting out heat from its nostrils. It glanced disdainfully at the horned beasts who were escaping for their lives, and grabbed a gangster who was escaping for their lives. The horned beast, with both hands, the inferior horned beast was torn in half by it alive.

The corpse was thrown on the ground, and the Chaos War Dogs and Razor Beasts swarmed up, and instantly ate the flesh and blood of this inferior horn beast.

"It's the Beastmaster! It's the Beastmaster!!! Retreat, quickly retreat, reorganize the formation!" The mercenary leader looked distraught and kept shouting. He raised his big axe and was ready for battle.

The mercenaries hurried back, and one after another half-human creatures with big axes appeared from the forest. Although they were not as tall and strong as the Beastmaster, they were all more than three meters tall. The Beasts sneered and rushed into the battlefield. Shaking slightly, it seemed that he was also afraid of the source of these disasters.

"It's the horned beasts, they are all powerful warriors, they are the main force of the Beastman tribe!" Oliver retreated, while silently saying that the imperial merchants had been retreating towards the female spellcaster, and there were many people over there.

At this time, only the caster can bring Oliver a sense of security.

The triumphant mercenary before retreated the slowest because he was chasing far away. He felt the wind in his ear while he was running. When he looked back, he felt cold all over his body, and the Beastmaster had already come to him!

A big axe swept horizontally, and he had to raise the shield by one gear. In the end, the shield was directly broken in half. The mercenary screamed and flew up for several meters before landing on the ground.

"My hand is broken, my hand is broken! Save me, who will save me!" The mercenary's left hand has been severely deformed, and he fell on his back to the ground. He kept backing away, and the Beastman leader approached with a grinning smile. .

Just when it was about to take off the head of the mercenary, the Beastman leader felt the danger instinctively, and subconsciously raised its axe.

"Frost Arrow!" With a soft voice.

The Beastman leader was frozen.

It was a pity that it only froze for two seconds. The leader of the Beastman shouted angrily. The frost on his body shattered instantly. It pressed the struggling mercenary and swept it with a big axe, and a **** head was lifted high by it. In the air.

It looked at the female spellcaster who was surrounded by mercenaries, pointed at her, and called to the herd: "Woman...Warlock...destroy!"

"You freeze me... I want your life!" The mercenary's heart was directly pulled out of his chest by the Beastman leader, and the heart even faintly beats. The Beastman leader bit off the whole heart in half, splashing blood. With a face, it chewed with satisfaction, and the scene looked chilling.

"Hoho Ho Ho Hoo!!" After speaking, the howl of the Beastman leader resounded throughout the forest, shaking off countless snow, and the running out of the lesser horn beasts heard the leader's call and turned again to join the battle. The mercenaries retreated steadily.

At this time, thirty or forty horns appeared in front of the mercenary group, and the mercenary leader Boris's face was pale: "Ms. Trovik, please move. I will resist these wild orcs."

"If you can't escape far, there are beastmen everywhere in the forest!" The beautiful female warlock clenched her staff tightly. The female warlock raised her hand and it was a spiritual explosion. The black mana halo spread across the battlefield, and all the horns Both the beast and the inferior horn beast felt a pain in their heads, and their thinking seemed to have been stabbed by a needle. The Beastman's offensive eased slightly, but several mercenaries had already died under the Beastman's axe. Boris screamed and joined. After the battle, the mercenary leader armed with a big axe, before entering the battlefield, he harvested the lives of several low-horn beasts.

The performance of the mercenary leader naturally attracted the attention of the Beastman leader: "You...fight me!"

Boris clenched the fine iron battle axe in his hand and walked in front step by step, the fluttering snow blowing on his long golden hair and thick beard, as the head of the mercenary group, facing the battle of the leader of the beasts. , He must challenge, because only in this way can there be a silver lining.

Beastmen are very powerful, but this kind of weak and powerful creature has a weakness, that is, the winner is king. As long as the leader is killed, the morale of the Beastmen's army will instantly collapse.

"Hh~hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Open, the Beastman war gang gave way when they saw this.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~" The Beastman leader rushed up directly, and the mercenary leader also stepped forward, his heavy leather boots stepped on the snow, making a muffled noise.

The distance is getting closer.

The crude axe in the hand of the Beastman was stained with blood, and the steel battle axe in Boris's hand was shining with silvery white luster.

Closer, closer!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Boris waved his battle axe, using all his strength.

"Boom!" Axes and blades fought, and the sound of gold and iron resounded across the battlefield.