"Kill!"
Reg's roar suddenly exploded in the foothills.
Bearfolk warriors, like a herd of beasts that have been waiting for a long time, finally broke the last rope, roared and burst out.
Mountain Goblin loosened the strings at the same time, and arrows poured down from a high place. Their horn bows were of low quality, but they were replaced with barbed scorpion tail arrow clusters. The arrow spines were thickened, and the range was short and vicious.
The arrows pierced the wooden shields, as well as the male bear's head and body. Some people screamed in pain and fell down in the mountains. However, the soldiers behind did not stop at all, leaping over the bodies of their companions, roaring and leaping forward.
"Take your bows and keep firing arrows."
Yazi scolded him. He saw some young Mountain Goblin being frightened by Bearfolk's charge, standing there dumbly, at a loss, and immediately gave orders loudly.
When the voice fell, a huge black shadow had already rushed up the hillside. Yazi did not hesitate, drew his sword and faced it.
He jumped up, his sword breaking through the wind, leaving a shining trail in the air. Before the stone ax fell, he cut into Bearfolk's shoulder blade, split the collarbone, and slashed all the way to the chest.
Bearfolk's face was ferocious, but his body was like a filled water bag. When the knife fell, blood surged out instantly.
Yazi held the knife with both hands, pulled out the weapon stuck in the sternum, and then kicked Bearfolk's body back.
With the first close fight, the battle suddenly became intense, and groups of male bears rushed up the hillside.
Pieces of armor swords were unsheathed. There were fifty warriors in the Savage Bone Clan who were wearing armor and holding armor swords. Their force was the best in Mountain Goblin. At this time, they were occupying a good location. When they saw the male bear climbing up, they all roared and slashed at them with their swords.
With the superior equipment, Mountain Goblin strangled all the passes on the hillside and cut down all the enemies. On both sides of them, the archers were still unfurling their bows and unloading arrows.
"Push up with your shield, push up!"
Bearfolk troops roared one after another.
Rolling stones from a high place hit him head-on. Reg raised his left arm and shot the wooden shield horizontally. The rolling stones collided with the shield and fell diagonally to one side.
Without stopping, he pulled out the short spear tied to his leg and threw it towards the hillside with his backhand, hitting the head of one Mountain Goblin. The archer did not even scream and fell straight down.
Reg looked around, past the chaotic Bearfolk and Mountain Goblin, and landed on the moving Hatchling Dragon.
Ferrum was not in a hurry to save, but instead sprinted around the high ground. Whenever there was a gap in Mountain Goblin's array, he would immediately take over and complete the harvest, maintaining his control over the situation.
At this moment, three Bearfolk warriors finally climbed up the high slope and were intercepted by him.
The first one, Bearfolk, landed on three legs, holding a wooden shield in his right hand, blocking it in front of his head, and rushed straight towards him. The other two strong warriors were holding stone axes, following closely behind him, one on the left and one on the right.
They cooperated tacitly, and were obviously the elite who often participated in formidable attacks.
Ferrum looked coldly at Bearfolk's charge, waited until the distance got closer, and turned around without warning.
"Boom."
Chrome Dragon's tail is like an iron rope, which can be tightened into a spear when exerting force. Spiked Tail pierced it straight, breaking through the wooden shield in an instant, and also penetrated the male bear's skull.
The soldiers behind had no time to mourn, and the death of the shield holder Bearfolk bought them precious time. The two warriors jumped up almost at the same time, raised their stone axes high, and roared, trying to chop and cut the Hatchling Dragon in front of them.
Ferrum retracted its tail and stood still on the spot. When they were halfway down, they suddenly raised their bodies and struck with double claws.
Chrome Dragon's reaction speed is too fast, so you can't jump when dealing with them. Otherwise, there will be no fulcrum in the air and no possibility to move and dodge, and you will become a living target in Chrome Dragon's eyes.
The primitive clans that have lived in the border areas for a long time obviously lack such understanding.
Bearfolk They couldn't even see clearly how Hatchling Dragon struck with its claws. They only saw it raising its body and retreating lightly. The two attacking male bears fell to the ground, staggered, dropped their weapons, and each covered their throats, but they could not stop the blood spurting out.
"Flesh and blood."
Ferrum looked at the three corpses in front of him. "They are still too fragile."
This was his first time to kill a truly intelligent species. Before that, Ferrum hunted cattle, horses, pigs, sheep, and Aberrant Monster wild beasts, but he didn't have many ups and downs in his heart.
Perhaps after knowing his identity and situation, Ferrum was preparing for this day. Those meditation exercises and skills research were all for this day.
We should treat our enemies as coldly as the cold wind of winter and as hard as stone.
Ferrum continues to move quickly, looking for his next goal.
Reg stared at the Hatchling Dragon. Every movement it made was very small. It was not as keen on showing off its power as the legendary Giant Dragon. It neither screamed nor roared, and rarely even breathed. It just passed through the chaos lightly, killing one Bearfolk warrior after another, with a calm and peaceful expression.
In such a precise and controlled battle, it was almost uninjured and showed no signs of exhaustion. It seemed that even if Bearfolk had two thousand people instead of two hundred, it could keep killing people like this.
Reg fluffed out his mane and realized that he was already sweating profusely.
"Leader!"
Two confidant soldiers came close to them. They had already charged once and were forced back again. They were all a little embarrassed. "Our position is too bad. We can't go on like this. We must gather our strength to break out."
Reg understands what they mean. The road ahead is blocked. The Mountain Goblin above them are shooting arrows continuously. The Cobalt Dragon behind them are running rampant. The space of Bearfolk is being squeezed.
He saw that his fellow tribesmen were dying one after another. The warriors were brave and brave, but could not display them. They were like giant beasts being hunted, slowly running out of blood.
"We must break out."
Reg repeated this sentence vigorously, suddenly jumped out of the queue, and strode forward. "Follow me!"
Everyone who lives in Windsong Plateau knows that Wom is the most powerful warrior in this land, who can summon thunderstorms and tear apart giant wolves with his bare hands, but few people know that Reg is as powerful as his brothers. They have both been recognized by Wild Spirit, which is a rare encounter in the history of Bearfolk.
"Mountain God, give me guidance, Wild Spirit, give me strength!"
The bright sunshine seemed to have cooled down, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and crashed into the center of the mountain road.
Reg's broad chest undulated violently, his manes stood up one by one, and incandescent electric arcs pulsed, like countless tiny light snakes slithering out from under his skin.
He suddenly threw away his weapon and shield, roared like a wild beast, and lunged forward.
Mud, rocks and blood exploded at the same time, and several Mountain Goblin were thrown away by the impact. Reg roared and tore through the enemy's defense line, biting and grabbing, and their ferocity was unstoppable.
Some Mountain Goblin warriors tried to step forward to stop them, but before they could swing their swords, they were torn into pieces by the furious Bear King.
Bearfolk warriors chased after him, slashing and killing with all their strength along the gap opened by the leader, roaring and moving like a flood that broke a bank.
Mountain Goblin dodged their charge, and Yazi repeatedly gave orders, trying to order the tribesmen to retreat, disperse, and reoccupy the high ground, but it was too late, and the scene was completely chaotic. Soldiers had to fight hand-to-hand with weapons, rolling together and roaring, and they could no longer tell each other apart.
Reg's tusks grew several inches out of thin air, and his eyes were blazing white. No one could stop him wherever he went, tearing apart his opponent in an instant, and then pounced on the most powerful opponent.
"Dragon!"
Reg roared angrily.
Ferrum saw this scene and took the initiative to greet him.
Both sides waved their claws at the same time, Ferrum's claw toes were as sharp as knives, and Reg's claws carried the power of thunder and lightning. Their statures were similar, and when they collided, they were like two beasts in the wilderness chasing each other.
In a flash of lightning, Ferrum's claw blade opened a wound on the bear's paw, but was blocked by the surge of electric arc and failed to cut through the bone.
The next moment, Bearfolk's shoulder collision was already in front of him.
Ferrum suddenly retreated, and Reg followed closely with a thunderstorm. The warriors on both sides were oppressed by this power and did not dare to join their Warband. They could only find their opponents to fight.
Reg waved his bear paw, repeatedly grabbing and punching. Under the blessing of Wild Spirit, his movements were as fast as thunder, and every blow had the power to break rocks. He squandered his power wantonly, bursting out with all his strength in a short period of time, to crush Hatchling Dragon.
When the Bearfolk warriors behind saw that their leader had the upper hand, they couldn't help beating their chests and roaring in unison. They became even more enthusiastic and fearless of life and death, and threw themselves into the battle against Mountain Goblin.
However, no matter how powerful Reg was, he could not catch White Dragon's body. He pounced, jumped, trampled with his claws, rolled and bit, but Ferrum responded calmly.
Reg was increasingly shocked and found that his attack was ineffective.
He knows how powerful Ferrum is, and has repeatedly confirmed its power in the intelligence, but these guys are just Hatchling Dragon after all, and no matter how strong they are, their power will eventually be limited.
Reg originally deduced that after awakening Wild Spirit, he had a level 7 Disaster Level. Even if he could not kill him, he could still beat him into a panic and win easily, but he did not expect to face such a result now.
Especially during the battle, the opponent seems to have some remaining strength, as if he is evaluating his own strength and fighting style, and gathering more information.
"I once had an opponent who had the same style."
Ferrum really still has some energy left. He saw the change in the expression on Reg's face and said, "But your speed is too slow and your strength is insufficient. Even if you forcibly upgrade yourself to a higher disaster, your combat performance cannot be compared with it."
"What I rely on is not just strength and speed."
Reg roared, suddenly swung his claws and tore apart, and a fierce light burst out from the bear's paws.
A flash of lightning roared, but Ferrum turned around to avoid it and fell to the ground, causing rubble to fly.
"Magic."
Ferrum nodded slightly. "For barbarian clans, it is indeed rare."
"We are storm hunters recognized by Wild Spirit, with courage and ambition flowing in our blood, and we will surely lead Bearfolk to rise!"
Reg rushes forward.
"Courage and ambition?"
Ferrum glanced at him. "You are not qualified to say such things. Even if you and Wom control the power, Bearfolk cannot rise because you are not heroes, just two bears."
"What did you say?"
Reg was angry, he felt the contempt in Hatchling Dragon's words, and he couldn't bear the humiliation he caused to himself and Wom.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Ferrum said, "You are unwilling to call Ashmark Lineage your master and be loyal to us, but you do not openly declare rebellion. You just rely on Windsong Plateau and refuse to leave. While enjoying the protection of Giant Dragon, you are secretly operating and forming an alliance with Aberrant Monster in the Mistveil Mountains. Is this because of courage or ambition?"
Reg smashed it to the ground, then opened his mouth and bit it. "It's because of hatred!"
"Hatred is good and makes people strong, but you talk plausibly and are afraid to move when faced with Great Dragon. And after seeing Hatchling Dragon, you rely on your own strength and bully and intimidate."
Ferrum sneered, "Is this kind of hatred because of courage or ambition?"
"You immortals don't know anything."
Reg breathed heavily. "In order to achieve great things, we must maintain tolerance for pain. In order to survive, short-term disguise is also acceptable."
"So, it's just a bear."
Ferrum looked into Reg's eyes. "We will never bow to our enemies, no matter whether they are strong or weak. The so-called courage and ambition belong to our ethnic group."
"Death!"
Reg roared and roared, he could no longer bear the humiliation in the other party's words.
Ferrum's dodge suddenly stopped. More than a dozen attacks and defenses, and a few conversations only lasted a short time, but he had already obtained the intelligence and information he wanted.
He was determined to end this battle and stopped talking and delaying, because Mountain Goblin of the Savage Bone Clan was also dying. Ferrum did not have many warriors in his hands, and each one was precious.
He lowered his back and swung his tail slightly behind him, lowering his center of gravity to the lowest level.
Reg's attack arrived, the bear's paws were from top to bottom, and the wind pressure blew over his horns first.
Ferrum dug his four claws into the ground, and his finger bones rebounded. However, he did not dodge backwards. Instead, he rubbed the bear's paws and crashed directly into Reg's body.
With the blessing of Wild Spirit, Reg's reaction was equally astonishingly fast. He was actually able to turn sideways, avoid the horns of Ferrum, and then capture the photo again.
The bear's paw tore the scales and brought up hot blood. This was the first time he really hit Hatchling Dragon's body. Reg flashed a ferocious coldness and suddenly hugged Hatchling Dragon.
"Got you."
Reg Shen Xiong's roar, he saw a complete opportunity, clamped down on Ferrum's body, pressed all the strength and weight of his body, trying to imitate Wom's method of tearing apart the giant wolf, and twist Hatchling Dragon's neck and bones together.
Viewed from the outside, the two beasts are almost hugging each other.
The next moment, Ferrum's body exploded, and countless bone awls protruded from his body, like a Bone Blossom flower that suddenly bloomed.
Those bone awls were frighteningly large, ferocious and ferocious. They penetrated directly through Reg's body and even pierced out from his back, leaving him riddled with holes in an instant.
Reg changed color in fear. All the internal organs, bones and muscles were severely damaged in an instant. When he hugged Ferrum, it was like hugging a mountain of knives.
He didn't have time to think about what kind of terrifying ability this was. He only knew that this kind of injury would take away his life, and maybe he would die in the next second.
But when he was about to die, Reg burst out with even greater ferocity. This warrior, who was called the leader by Bearfolk, let out a final roar and concentrated all his strength and magic power on his front paws. He continued to exert force, intending to break Hatchling Dragon's neck and drag it into hell together.
"Ah!"
The roar stopped suddenly. Ferrum didn't give Reg such a chance. He swung his tail like a knife and cut off his head directly.
Chrome Dragon are born light and agile. Seeing their flexible and thin bodies, opponents will involuntarily want to catch them and strangle them in hand-to-hand combat with Chrome Dragon.
But Ferrum is covered in weapons, and those who really get close to him can only end up like this.
The headless bear corpse fell stiffly to the ground, splashing up a pile of sand and dust, like a rag that had been torn repeatedly. There was no wound at all. Blood spurted out from everywhere, and soon formed a dark red puddle on the ground.
Bearfolk The soldiers looked at this scene blankly, as if they were stupid.
"He who resists dies, and he who flees dies."
Ferrum grabbed Reg's head, raised it to the sky, and showed everyone. "Only those who surrender can live."