Bearman Viri

Old Zak, his feet clad in Bloody Hoof battle rings, fought like a war god possessed. He swung the bolt from the gate of Outpost County, and dozens of Beastmen of Behemoth wolf riders couldn't even get close.

Beside Old Zak, elite warriors of the tribe worked together to defend the East Gate of Outpost County, which was only wide enough for a single horse-drawn cart.

However, the wolf riders, like a tide, charged forward wave after wave, utterly fearless of death.

A single elite Barbarian of the Wasteland could perhaps easily defeat one Beastmen of Behemoth wolf rider. But when two wolf riders, mounted on swift giant wolves, attacked, a barbarian with only brute strength might not be able to defend himself from all sides.

The wolf riders of the Beastmen of Behemoth were considered the most specialized unit of the Behemoth race. Mounted on giant wolves, they moved like the wind, classified as light cavalry. In large-scale battles, they were typically responsible for sneak attacks and blitzkriegs. Each rider only needed to carry enough dry rations for a few days, requiring no supply train, and their high mobility often caught enemies off guard.

Like the Barbarians of the Wasteland, the Beastmen of Behemoth lived on land barren of iron. However, the Beastmen used almost all of their meager iron production to equip the wolf riders, except for a small number of powerful units.

The finely crafted curved sabers flashed with dazzling cold light in the hands of the wolf riders. While each saber might not be considered a divine weapon, in the hands of the skilled wolf riders, they were the scythes of death, sharp tools for reaping lives.

If not for the natural Stone Skin of the Bloody Hoof Tribe's warriors, if not for the wolf riders engaging in close-quarters combat, and if not for the fact that there was only a narrow path north of Outpost County, with muddy dirt roads all around unsuitable for giant wolves to run on, Outpost County might have already fallen into flames.

Old Zak kicked away a snarling giant wolf, mentally cursing the ancestors of Little Zack and Big Babylon.

Perhaps the Barbarians were accustomed to acting as free henchmen for others. Old Zak had just been wondering why they were fighting a bunch of Beastmen of Behemoth wolf riders for no reason. But seeing his own tribesmen injured, his anger grew, and he no longer bothered to think about the cause. Let's fight. Anyway, their Barbarian tribe always got involved in various battles for no reason, and they had done plenty of thankless jobs.

While the Barbarians craved battle and blood, they weren't fools. At the end of the dirt path, besides the dense wolf riders, there was an unusually tall Bearman watching them menacingly.

These many Beastmen of Behemoth were not something he, leading less than a hundred tribesmen, could resist. But what else could they do? If they retreated into Outpost County, they would face the treacherous humans from behind, but they couldn't break through either.

When Allen and his group arrived at the East Gate of Outpost County, the narrow eastern path was covered with the corpses of Beastmen of Behemoth wolf riders. Nearly a hundred elite warriors of the Bloody Hoof Tribe had fought a bloody battle.

Wood looked grimly at the dense mass of Beastmen of Behemoth wolf riders a few hundred yards away, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. More than ten Faith Guardian Knights, most of them young noble scions from other kingdoms.

They could bully the commoners of Outpost County, not to mention those scoundrels within Outpost County who had previously engaged in the business of killing.

Now faced with so many Beastmen of Behemoth wolf riders, several young Faith Guardian Knights immediately suggested to Wood, "My Lord Bishop, let's retreat. If those beasts attack, we won't be able to get away."

Wood glanced at Allen, tempted.

Allen remained silent. He knew these Beastmen of Behemoth were definitely after Dina. Even if they retreated to the South Gate and entered the heartland of the Kingdom of Locke, countless innocent civilians in villages and towns would suffer.

Big Babylon, running all the way from the Old Castle, didn't hesitate at all. With a roar, he charged out and joined the fray.

Allen sighed, took the mace from Dina, and followed closely behind.

The war-monger Sakre, true to his old habits, also followed with two broken iron swords. In his dictionary, there seemed to be no such word as fear.

Dina, carrying the siege crossbow on her shoulder and dragging the seven-meter Dragon Spear, followed behind her young master.

After a few of them ran out from the East Gate and joined the battle, the pressure on Old Zak and his group was greatly reduced.

Although the Barbarians were born with semi-petrified skin, the wolf riders' curved sabers were also finely crafted. With several chops on the same spot, several elite warriors of the Bloody Hoof Tribe were wounded.

Sakre had just activated his Battle Qi. Seeing Dina about to come over to help, he shouted in alarm, "Go back! Stay away from us!"

Dina stopped abruptly, looking at Allen with hesitation.

Allen knocked away a wolf rider with a swing of his mace. He turned his head and nodded at Dina.

The wolf riders before them were mostly tall, but their appearance differed little from ordinary people, except for a furry tail hanging behind them and unusually thick beards. However, their fierce eyes inspired awe.

The curved sabers, gleaming with a faint light, struck the mace but suffered no damage. On the contrary, several barbs on the mace were chipped off. Allen didn't care if the weapon was easy to use or not. There were enemies everywhere, so he just swung wildly.

Many wolf riders saw Dina in the distance and began to roar, "Viri! Viri! Viri! Viri! Viri!"

At first, it was four or five, and then all the wolf riders present shouted in unison, "Viri! Viri! Viri!"

The wolf riders, raising their curved sabers, no longer rushed towards the East Gate but slowly retreated.

A Beastman of Behemoth, even taller than Big Babylon, walked over. This fellow looked like a walking iron barrel, nearly three meters tall, completely covered in iron armor, with blood-red eyes. The fur on his arms and legs was even thicker than the beards of the wolf riders.

"It's a Bearman of Behemoth, a Bearman Viri. This fellow must be the Viri they're shouting about. Only the strongest races among the Beastmen of Behemoth are bestowed with names," Sakre said, crossing his two broken iron swords. After activating his Battle Qi, he spun like a glowing top, cutting down the nearby wolf riders at the waist.

This Bearman named Viri was very short-tempered. Seeing the wolf riders around blocking his advance, he waved his hand and sent several unlucky fellows flying, huffing and puffing as he walked towards Allen.

Wood, inside the North Gate, felt he should make a run for it. He knew quite a bit about the Beastmen of Behemoth.

Although the Behemoth kingdom was barren, led by the Lion-Tiger Royal Family, the numerous Behemoth people had dominated the northern part of the Saint Cassis Continent, separated from the human kingdoms only by the Great Wilderness.

Among the Beastmen of Behemoth, the Pig-faced People accounted for sixty percent of the entire population.

The Pig race was very fertile. If not for the intentional control by the Lion-Tiger Royal Family, all the other races combined would not even amount to a third of their numbers.

The Pig-faced People were also the only infantry race among the Beastmen of Behemoth. Next were the wolf riders, considered the light cavalry of the Behemoth.

Besides these two races, the strongest in individual combat, apart from the Lion-Tiger Royal Family, were the Elf Clan of Ailefen and the Bear Clan of Beier, and other less numerous races.

The most common among them were the Bear Clan of Beier. Bearmen were naturally powerful warriors, their strong bodies often as indestructible as steel. More courageous than the Barbarians of the Wasteland, once they entered the battlefield, they were like meat grinders; dozens of ordinary warriors might not be able to resist them.

Furthermore, due to their smaller population, the Bear Clan of Beier generally served as low-level commanders.

Wood hadn't expected that the small Outpost County would attract so many wolf riders, and even a Bearman of Behemoth.

This Bearman named Viri was the commander of all the wolf riders, belonging to the Behemoth Royal Guard.

Viri, leading numerous wolf riders, had avoided countless Barbarian tribes in the wilderness and finally arrived at Outpost County as a unified force, all to capture the candidate Saintess of the Church, Dina, alive.

Viri didn't know why his king wanted a female Barbarian, but his task was simply to obey orders.

Having seen his target, the very short-tempered Viri was unwilling to waste any more time and personally joined the battle.

Seeing the bear-like Viri, Allen attacked first, leaping into the air and smashing his mace down at him.

The Bearman crossed his arms to block, and the mace broke into two pieces. Allen then kicked the Bearman in the groin, the only part exposed outside his iron armor.

Allen felt like he'd kicked an incredibly hard coconut, his right foot going numb.

Clutching his groin, Viri revealed a terrifyingly grotesque smile, seemingly relishing the pain. His blood-red eyes shot out a palpable, malevolent glare.

Just as he raised his palm to strike Allen's head, a bolt as thick as a child's arm flew through the air, piercing the Bearman Viri's right eye head-on.

A mass of blood-red liquid sprayed from the Bearman's face.

"Aow~~" The pained howl made Allen's eardrums ache.

The ferocious Bearman Viri, incredibly tough, ripped the siege crossbow bolt from his eye socket, a blood-red eyeball still clinging to it.

He snapped the thick bolt in half. Red and white liquid flowed from the Bearman's empty eye socket.

Allen figured the white stuff was brain matter, his scalp tingling slightly.

Enraged, the Bearman advanced on Allen step by step, his blood-splattered face looking utterly horrifying.

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