Throne of the North

The victory of this war will be decided by this. When the extraordinary arms of both sides collided, the hard armor also had a dent.

Blood gushed out of the crack, and life fell under the sharp blade.

The barbarians did not have much wisdom. They were like wild beasts. The blood aroused their bloodthirstiness, and the muscles on their arms were swelling.

Similarly, none of Ryan's soldiers retreated, fighting madly in the blood.

The blessing of the deer spirit brought not only extraordinary power, but also the belief of protection. They were Ryan's guards, and now their monarch was behind them.

The battlefield with less than 400 people played the most tragic scene in this war.

Bang! ! !

The metal-wrapped wooden shield and the giant axe collided with sparks. Brand's eyes were bloodshot as if a stag was roaring. He pushed out the shield and bounced the giant axe away, while slashing forward with the sharp blade in his hand.

The Shield of the Stag, the Spear of the Heroic Spirit, and the Agile Steps, three knight combat skills burst out at the same time, and the terrible power chopped on Ash's body. The armor blessed by the magic secret pattern also had a dent at this moment, and there were cracks that tore the metal, making the magic secret pattern lose most of its effect.

The sound of broken bones made Ash crazy. He roared and directly gave up the huge axe that was enough to shake his arm with the recoil, and swung his fist down towards Brand's face.

He was so tall that the power of his fist from a high position was not inferior to that of a heavy hammer, not to mention that this was a barbarian at the peak of the Silver Knight.

The power penetrated the shield, and the knight's combat skills were not omnipotent. The terrible force penetrated, causing Brand's entire arm to collapse under this power.

The shield could no longer block Ash's vision, and he roared and smashed it down again.

Brand's arms didn't have the strength to raise the shield to block, but at this moment, he no longer needed his knight's long sword. The moment he let go of his right hand, he squatted down and rolled to the side.

Ash was too tall, but because he was too tall, his arm couldn't hit anything lower at this moment. The power would disappear at the end of his arm, so he bent down and tried to let his power fall to a lower place.

But Brand also took advantage of this moment of bending down to roll to the side, and at the same time pulled out the bighorn deer dagger on his calf and stabbed it towards Ash's waist.

The dagger made of the bighorn deer's antlers was terribly hard, and the iron armor without the magic secret pattern effect could not stop the sharpness of this dagger. The dagger pierced Ash's waist without any hindrance.

As blood gushed out, Ash also let out a painful howl. He swung his arm to try to hit Brand back, but his left arm, which had recovered some strength, raised the shield to block it.

At the moment when he lowered his shield, Brand clenched his right fist and hit Ash's arm. While knocking Ash back, he picked up the knight's long sword on the ground. At this time, Ash had just pulled out the deer antler dagger from his waist. The pain made him violent, but the blood flow caused him to be weak, so he had no chance to react to Brand's sword.

"Kill!!!"

Brand roared, and the knight's long sword slashed Ash's neck. The huge head flew in the air, and the blood gushing like a column made Brand, who was wearing armor, look as hideous as a devil from hell.

The fight between life and death is like this. There is no long back and forth, but only a moment of victory or defeat. The party that seizes the opportunity can divide life and death at the fastest speed.

Death is just a moment, that's all. Even the silver knight can't live after losing his head.

There were huge axes slashing down from all around, but the shields of the surrounding knights also blocked Brand's front. With the end of the battle between the two peak silver knights, other soldiers were also qualified to approach, so as not to be affected or killed by the terrible power brought at will.

"Kill!"

This fight lasted for two hours. Without any retreat of the extraordinary soldiers of both sides, the barbarians were completely annihilated. As for Atel, he had already fled in fear at the moment when all the barbarians died. Some soldiers followed him. In terms of escaping, every noble is professional.

But looking at the nearly two thousand soldiers kneeling on the battlefield, Ryan knew that he had earned more.

He walked on the battlefield stained with blood, and all he saw were fear and fiery eyes.

The mithril armor was stained with blood. In the second half of the war, he also participated in the killing of barbarians. As a lord, nothing is more exciting than such behavior, and it is precisely because of this that the war can end earlier.

"This is a war. You once belonged to another noble, but I am the winner in this war, so from now on, you will become my slaves."

"In the war, my wealth!"

Lian's voice echoed over the battlefield, and then his soldiers began to drive away the captives kneeling on the ground. These people did not react to Ryan's words.

It was too normal. They had no right to be loyal to their noble lords. They were just slaves or peasants.

Only those soldiers who were qualified to swear allegiance to Earl Weiss could not become Ryan's wealth. Even if they were caught, they could only be redeemed or killed.

But all those soldiers followed Artel and left as the lord fled.

So now it is a war, and also a population plunder. These people will belong to Ryan and the frozen land.

"Let the slaves clean up the battlefield, and the rest of the people rest for two hours."

After giving all the instructions, Ryan's face did not get much better because of the victory of the war. After all, he also paid a heavy price for this war.

First of all, there is the extraordinary army. One hundred and seventy-eight people fought with the barbarian army, 69 people died, and the rest were injured. There were thirteen wounded who completely lost their combat effectiveness. If it weren't for Brand and Ryan's actions later, these numbers would continue to increase.

Ryan was extremely heartbroken. These soldiers were his most powerful servants.

In addition to these, the most tragic casualties were the five hundred dead soldiers he temporarily blessed. Ryan used the deer spirit blessing and subsequent glory to make them crazy, let them rush to the forefront of the army of more than a thousand people, and let their fearless killing permeate the remaining soldiers, so as to win more with fewer people. The army of more than a thousand people almost crushed the army of Count Weiss.

The fear of those captives is the best proof.

But this also resulted in only about 210 people dying out of the 500. Many soldiers were killed by the enemy because of the sudden loss of control due to the sudden gain of power and the sudden hunger and blood loss during the fight.

Of the remaining 800 soldiers, nearly 100 of Baron Hatton's 500 died, and the 300 ordinary infantrymen of Ryan suffered few casualties, only more than 30 people. They had no problem following the group of dead soldiers to play a favorable game.

But who wouldn't feel heartbroken for such a loss?

"Earl Weiss..."

New and old grudges, Ryan certainly had to remember Earl Weiss.

And Baron Barnes.

Ryan has never been a generous person.