"Swish swish swish swish~" The guards shot several more war dogs to death. The distance between the beast and them was closer. Farke made a quick decision and asked the other guards to throw away their crossbows, draw out their swords and shields, ready to fight. At the same time, he shouted: "Boss, run quickly, we'll hold on here!"

"Boss, horse!" Guardian Mather used his long sword to pierce a war dog's stomach and chopped it in half. The intestines and blood of the Chaos War Dog sprinkled all over the floor, and the blood was dripping. Oliver endured the desire to vomit and quickly ran towards his horse.

More and more war dogs appeared. In addition, a wild beast with fangs, spikes, thick hair, and giant pig appearance also appeared in everyone's sight. It was not as fast as the war dogs, but it ran away all the war dogs blocking its way and hit a guard's shield. Although the shield was not broken, the guard's arms could not support the huge weight and fell to the ground in a cry of pain. Then the beast pounced on him.

The ending of falling to the ground in chaos was terrible. Several war dogs rushed up immediately, and pieces of minced meat were swallowed by the beasts with satisfaction. Seeing this, the remaining two guards Fark and Mather quickly retreated while the beasts were focusing on the dead guard. Fark looked back and noticed that Oliver had already gotten on the horse. He gritted his teeth and said to Mather: "Let's withdraw too, let's not need anything!"

"good!"

The two guards took advantage of the opportunity of the beasts being busy snatching raw meat and quickly rode their horses on their horses. At the same time, they silently said sorry, turned their horses' heads and wanted to escape.

"Roar woowa woowa!!!" A long roar from the depths of the forest sounded, alarming a bird.

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

"Not good, is there a Beast King? We're dead!!!" Farke chewed the mud from his mouth from the moment he fell, but he had no time to worry about so much, and helped Oliver, who was so confused, up and said in despair.

"That... that's a razor beast, a product of porcupine mutation. I've seen it in the Empire, and we can't escape." Oliver fell a big bag on his head. He looked back and saw that the horses had no idea where they had gone.

Despair, deep despair, humans with two legs are beasts with four legs.

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

"Dududu~" Just as the merchants and their team were about to fight to the death, a horn sounded, the sound was thick and full of pressure. The beasts stopped halfway and looked around in surprise.

"Boss, it's the mercenary group, the horn of the mercenary group. We're saved, we're saved." Farke shouted excitedly. He quickly pulled Oliver back, but the merchant's face was not that good-looking. He spat and complained, "God knows how much wealth those greedy mercenaries will extract from me, the poor merchant?"

After complaining, Oliver finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Forget it, it is already the favor of the goddess of luck to be able to save her life."

More figures emerged in the shadow of the forest. These figures looked a bit like humans. They held spears or simple battle axes, and had inconspicuous sharp corners on their heads. Apart from this, there was no difference from normal humans. The muscles on their bodies were gushing out of the forest in groups of three or five. After hearing the sound of trumpets, these figures seemed a little hesitant and did not take the initiative to attack, but lined up in rows of different lengths and heights, as if they were guarding against something.

"That's a bad-horned beast, an ordinary soldier of the Beast Tribe, and he is also responsible for making and repairing weapons." Oliver swallowed: "It seems that this is a complete Beast War Gang. I don't know how strong this mercenary group is, otherwise we will still be here to die."

On the other side, a group of people wearing mercenary costumes and chaotic equipment also walked out from the other side of the forest. They held a flag with a blood-colored axe, about fifty or sixty, and the different people were very different. The leader looked about thirty people, with a very strong figure, with long golden hair and fierce eyes, holding a huge battle axe in both hands, and wearing scales made of iron scales. He was also the best equipped among the group of mercenaries. Most of the mercenaries were wearing simply sewn leather armor or breastplate, and some even wore tight linen clothes with some fur sewn from wild beasts.

"This is an elite berserker." Oliver whispered with his ear and smiled: "Thank you very much, gentleman, I feel that you and your mercenary group have saved me."

"My name is Boris, and I am the leader of the Blood Axe Mercenary Group. Let's talk nonsense. If your people can still fight, then join us! Otherwise, we will all die here today!" The mercenary leader obviously had no time to fight with the merchant. His face was very serious. The beastman is the enemy of humans. He knew very well how much strength his mercenary group had.

"Uh, yes, yes, Farke, Mather, you follow Commander Boris and fight together!" Oliver said so much, but he secretly compared a gesture in his hand, meaning that it was almost the same. Don't fight desperately. The two guards looked at each other, nodded quickly, and joined the mercenary group.

The mercenaries had a lot of weapons, including swords and shields, spears and spears, daggers and scimitars, axes, hammers, bows and arrows, and even slingshots. They lined up in two rows, fighting in front and ranged in the back, and the horned beasts on the opposite side seemed to be waiting for something, restraining the war dogs and razor beasts to hold their troops.

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

This is a woman who looks less than 30 years old. She is very tall and is wearing a slightly wide snow-white fox fur coat. Her beautiful black hair hangs down from her shoulders and her juniors. The hair is constantly flashing with light and shadow, as if she is alive. She is a black leather jacket inside, wrapping her proud figure. The material is unknown. The tight leather pants are tightly wrapped around her slender legs and are wearing thick leather boots.

This woman has a very moving temperament, and every move is full of charm called "maturity". Her silver pupils, beautiful phoenix eyes, high nose bridge, dark red lips, and a beautiful beauty mole under her red lips all bring her endless charming temperament.

But what Oliver values ​​is not this. What he values ​​is that the woman is holding a purple long staff in her hand, and the tip of the staff is inlaid with a red gem, and energy is gathering on it.

High magic power, high elemental affinity, this woman is the caster! Oliver must have a caster in his heart, so why worry about not being able to win?

"Mr. Boris, launch an attack as soon as possible. I felt the energy of chaos. It is Wanmo Rock! There are Wanmo Rocks nearby. The Fallen Hunter is activateing Wanmo Rocks to call more beastmen!" The female spellcaster did not look at the Imperial Merchant at all. Her expression was very cold, and she spoke in an orderly tone. The leader of the mercenary group said respectfully: "Yes, Ms. Trovik."

"Be careful behind her! The orcs like to encircle and ambush the most." After saying that, the female spellcaster began to recite spells and prepare to cast spells. The sky blue mana gathered near her body. The mercenary leader no longer hesitated when he saw this. He waved his hand and ordered: "Attack!"

"Yes!" The mercenaries in the back row took a bow and shot arrows. The mercenaries in front had already begun to get angry with the bad horns. The bad horned beasts lined up in a row. Many bad horned beasts were shot and fell head-on. The formed line immediately became chaotic. The mercenaries took advantage of the opportunity to break into the beast formation and launched a fierce hand-to-hand combat, with screams and howlings incessantly.

"Ice protects the body!" After the hand-to-hand combat began, the female spell caster's spell also arrived. A white hard block like frost appeared on the bodies of the mercenaries in front. The spears of the poor horned beasts were just bounced away on these frost crystals. The mercenaries smiled proudly. After a mercenary blocked the spear with a shield, they raised their swords and inserted them into the head of the poor horned beast, and then kicked it away with one kick. A bad horned beast next to him stabbed the spear under his ribs when he saw the opportunity, but the frost crystals directly bounced the spear tip away. The mercenary even used his shield to knock a razor beast that was coming over, and then raised his sword to the poor horned beast with a shield.

Come here!

Many times, what makes people fear the most is not other things, but fear itself. Magic is an unknown force, and it is also a powerful force. When the bad beast sees that it cannot cause harm to this human, it wails and turns around and runs away.

The same situation occurred in many places on the front line. The inferior beasts were in chaos under the attack of mercenaries and fled in all directions. The mercenaries were in high spirits and were chasing the escaped enemy, but the mercenary leader shouted: "Don't chase, don't chase far away."

The commander's order was still useful. The mercenaries gave up chasing, but when they were about to withdraw, heavier footsteps and louder roars came from the depths of the forest: "Roar ah ah!"

A huge semi-human creature rushed out of the forest and appeared in front of everyone. It was more than twice the height of an ordinary person. It held a big axe and had long horns like a goat on its head. Below it was a beast's face and strong body, huge hooves, and hot air constantly spitting out from its nostrils. It looked at the bad horned beasts who were scattered and flew around, and grabbed a bad horned beast who was escaping his life. With both hands, the bad horned beast was torn in half by it.

The body was thrown to the ground, and the Chaos War Dogs and Razor Beasts rushed forward and instantly ate the flesh and blood of the inferior beast.

"It's the Beast King! It's the Beast King!!! Retreat, retreat quickly and reorganize the formation!" The mercenary leader's eyes were shattered and kept shouting. He raised his big axe and prepared for the battle.

The mercenaries quickly retreated, and one half-human creature after another holding axe appeared from the forest. Although they were not as tall and strong as the Beast King, they were more than three meters tall. The beasts rushed into the battlefield with a sneer, and the ground was trembling slightly, as if they were afraid of the source of the disaster.

"It's the horned beasts, they are all powerful warriors, the main combat power of the Beast Tribe!" Oliver retreated and silently recited that the Imperial merchants had been retreating to the female spellcaster, and there were many people there.

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

The proud mercenary who had been chasing far away, retreated the slowest. While he was running, he felt the sound of wind in his ears. When he looked back, he felt cold all over his body. The Beast King had already come to him!

A big axe swept horizontally, and he had to raise his shield in one gear. The ending was that the shield was broken in half. The mercenary screamed and flew up 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 had been severely deformed, and he fell to the ground with his back and kept retreating. The orc leader approached with a grin.

Just as it was about to take off the mercenary's head, the beast leader instinctively felt the danger, and subconsciously raised his axe and stepped forward.

"Ice Arrow!" a delicate shout.

The Beast leader was frozen.

Unfortunately, after only two seconds of freezing, the beast leader shouted angrily, and the frost on his body shattered instantly. It held down the struggled mercenary, swept over the axe, and a bloody head was lifted up by it in the air.

It looked at the female spellcaster surrounded by mercenaries and looked gloomy and gloomy. It pointed at her and called to the group of beasts: "Women... Warlock... Destroy!"

"Froze me... I want your life!" The mercenary's heart was directly taken out of his chest by the Beast leader, and the heart even beat slightly. The Beast leader bit off half of the whole heart with one mouthful, and his blood splattered all over his face. It chewed with satisfaction, and the scene looked chilling.

"Roar roar roar roar roar!!!" After saying that, the howling of the beast leader resounded throughout the forest, shaking off countless snow. The fleeing beasts heard the leader's call and turned around and joined the battle again, beating the mercenaries backwards step by step.

At this time, thirty or forty horned beasts appeared in front of the mercenary group. The mercenary leader Boris looked ashen: "Ms. Trovik, please move, I will resist these beastmen."

"You can't escape, there are beastmen everywhere in the forest!" The beautiful sorcerer tightened his staff. The sorcerer raised his hand and the soul exploded. The black magic aura spread on the battlefield. All the horned beasts and the bad-horned beasts felt their heads hurt, and their thinking seemed to be stabbed by needles. The beastmen's offensive eased slightly, but several mercenaries had already died under the orc's axe. Boris angrily shouted and joined the battle. The mercenary leader held a big axe in his hand and reaped the lives of several bad-horned beasts as soon as he entered the battlefield.

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

Boris held the iron battle axe in his hand tightly and walked in front step by step. The heavy snow blew on his long golden hair and thick beard. As the leader of the mercenary group, he had to face the fight from the leader of the beastman, because only in this way can there be a glimmer of hope.

The beastman is very powerful, but this kind of creature that preys on the weak has one weakness, that is, the winner is the king, and as long as the leader is killed, the morale of the beastman army will collapse instantly.

"Huh~Huh~Huh~~Ah! Kill... man, kill... woman!" The Beast leader cut the razor beast standing in front of him into two sections, and then signaled the horned beasts that were in trouble to get out of the way. Seeing this, the Beast War Gang made a way.

"Dong~Dong~Dong~" The orc leader rushed up directly, and the mercenary leader also took steps, and his heavy leather boots stepped on the snow, making a dull sound.

The distance is getting closer.

The thick axe on the Beast's hands was covered with blood, while the steel tomahawk in Boris's hands flashed with a silvery luster.

Near, closer!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Boris waved his battle axe and used all his strength.

"boom!" The axe blades intervened, and the sound of gold and iron resounded throughout the battlefield. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!