Half an hour passed quickly and the army launched the first wave of attacks.

The Tornado Mercenary Group suffered a great loss, and at least about 10% of the warriors died directly in this battle. They were either directly killed by centaurs and ogres, or died at the hands of their own people.

Another 10% were more or less injured, and most of them were incomplete. This was the end of their mercenary careers. They had lost their combat power and had no much value to use. Therefore, they were destined to be abandoned in this battlefield.

This battle actually caused the Tornado Mercenary Group to lose nearly 4,000 people, which made Kakarok really unacceptable. The family's slave hunting group had experienced various enemies and had never suffered such losses. However, just some wasteland natives caused such consequences!

With Kakarok's urging and command, the reunited soldiers formed a new phalanx and rushed towards the Altlan Valley.

The slaves who had not yet recovered their energy looked nervously at the scouts who were attacking the hillside.

"what to do?"

Everyone turned their attention to Yang Dashuan.

He cannot summon the rock puppets, nor can he summon the Azeroth Fire Snake. If he wants to survive, he can only rely on his own fists. Fortunately, the plain is not empty, and there are still many things to use. While the opponent's army had just gathered, Yang Dashuan hurriedly summoned the slaves.

The few slaves were not injured in the previous battle, and they became the main force to resist each other this time.

Although the road to the north of the mountain is smooth, it is not spacious. Only about ten people can stand side by side at a time. Therefore, only a few slaves can block the entrance and use the advantage of the geographical advantage to fight the enemy's offensive back.

Although the imagination is beautiful, reality is always cruel.

Not to mention that many slaves have no weapons, more people have not even recovered much of their physical strength. And facing enemies with a total of more than 40 times more than their own side, the difficulty is not a small part. Even so, more slaves are willing to place their last glimmer of hope on their master. Because there is still half an hour left, the rock puppet and the Azeroth Fire Snake can appear. Moreover, there are weapons left by those people on the hillside, which can be used to more or less.

A dozen centaurs stood at the mountain road entrance with axes covered with gaps.

The ogres behind them were carrying machetes and cutting down the logs on the hillside. Even if they had a good location, they had to rely on some defensive tools. Unfortunately, there was no square car like the Tornado Mercenary Group, otherwise it would be useless to have more than 10,000 people on the other side. Now the crowd can only rely on the trees and huge rocks on the mountain as defensive tools.

The trunks of the bowl were distributed to every slave who lacked weapons. As for the slightly thicker logs, they were placed aside without even peeling off the bark, ready to act as squash. The huge rocks were also tired by the ogres' slogans, with hundreds of pieces, and it seemed that they could withstand it for a while.

Yang Dashuan carried the Destroyer and the Centaurs to block the intersection.

At this time, many mercenaries holding spears had climbed to the middle of the mountain. Looking at the entrance of the mountain, many people's palms were wet. While everyone was swallowing their saliva nervously, they were also secretly thinking about the consequences of their fall into the hands of these natives.

Yang Dashuan narrowed his eyes, and his strong body bathed in blood was blurred and dazzling in the sun, making the mercenaries dare not even look at him. His eyes seemed to be a steel knife slowly being drawn out of the sheath in the dark night. The eager expectation of depriving life flashed in the cold Sen's edge, and endless anger towards these mercenaries.

Feeling such a gaze, the mercenaries felt that their actions were like a bunch of ignorant moths facing the burning flames in the oil lamp.

The man's eyes swept around, and everyone felt that his neck suddenly became cold. This feeling was like a heavy sword erecting his neck, and a cold breath came towards him. However, the gaze of the governor behind him was also on his body with malicious intentions. The mercenaries who had already retreated had the dragon spear in their hands as heavy as the snow-capped mountains of Kemesl.

Yang Dashuan waved the Destroyer in his hand, and the slaves behind him rushed out from behind and blocked the intersection. After seeing this scene, some commotion immediately occurred in the scouts' team, but soon calmed down.

Amid Kakarok's roar, the archers who woke up from their dreams immediately remembered their duties, and countless arrows shot towards the top of the mountain in a mess.

Although the serial crossbow tube can shoot ten arrows at one time, the disadvantages of the fifty yard range greatly limit the power of the crossbow tube. The dark cloud-like arrow branches are like a pile of hungry locusts, with a bloody grin, and rushed into the air. However, they just flew to the middle of the mountain and fell down in a sensation.

The scouts on the mountainside immediately cursed, and many infantry became unlucky as a result. What's more, they became a standard porcupine covered with arrow feathers. After the weapon "Kuangdang" in their hands fell, they rolled down the steps along the stairs.

"Damn it! Why didn't you bring the hardwood bow?" Kakarok looked at the scene and couldn't help but scream in anger.

The deputy shrugged helplessly.

Although long-range attacks cannot reach the top of the mountain, after all, relying on the large number of people, as long as you bite the bullet and fight to the death, at least you can kill these guys.

Looking at the Altlan Valley surrounded by clumps, the Count couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in smiling at the wind and clouds. Even if it was a powerful native, what could it do? What could it be for the unparalleled wisdom of human beings and the cooperation of multiple human troops?

As long as you take down those people in the Altlan Valley, in a few years, until Grand Duke Peter dies, will the position of Grand Duke Edfran be his own?

This feeling is really gratifying when I think of the wonderful days ahead.

"Keep on for me! I will peel off all the ogre skins to make drum faces, and I will also need the centaurs' heads to make decorations for me!" As soon as he rose, Kakarok also forgot his previous dilemma, pointing at the hillside with red eyes and shouting generously. "I will reward him with a thousand gold coins and give him a jazz!"

There must be brave men under heavy rewards.

The mercenaries with great morale rushed up the mountain road. The plasma on the mountain road had not dried yet, and was stomped by hundreds of pairs of big feet. Because the advance army was not equipped, only light shield soldiers were clearing the way forward at this time, and the spear team followed closely behind. As for one or two teams of soldiers holding serial crossbow tubes, they could not shoot these natives from the foot of the mountain, so they got closer. After experiencing the initial panic, the mercenaries had now completely calmed down and were ready to swallow these hateful guys step by step.

The powerful horn sounded.

Kakarok, with a smile on his face, was even ready to meet the coming victory.

The deputy shouted "The Earl is wise" and stood respectfully on the side. His eyes fell on the magic scrolls that had been drawn in Kakarok's pocket. This was something that the Earl spent a lot of gold coins to buy from the church. It seemed that it would not be used this time.

This is a magic scroll specially designed by the Inquisition for that savage guy!

A team of 400 people was about to approach the top of the mountain. What was surprising was that the indigenous people on the top of the mountain had no reaction at all. Just as Kakarok turned his doubtful eyes, the indigenous people started to move.

"Release up and let them taste this thing!" Yang Dashuan clapped his palms.

With the shout of slap, the centaurs blocking the entrance made their way. The soldiers less than ten yards from the top of the mountain suddenly had a big commotion. Under their incredible gaze, these natives actually carried a huge stone statue and blocked the intersection. The smart soldiers had already guessed the thoughts of these natives, and their faces turned pale.

This is a huge stone statue with five blades high, a half-body naked woman. She stretched out her right hand and raised a tray, which seemed to be a statue on a fountain. However, it was hard to tell which era it was. The body of the statue was covered with cracks, and green moss grew in the cracks, which felt smooth and wet. The ogres carrying the stone statue all turned red with their black faces, weighing 3,000 pounds, which made the slaves breathe.

The six square cars just now caused many slaves to suffer losses, which made Yang Dashuan very unhappy.

When Thad discovered this stone statue, Yang Dashuan asked them to carry it over. He wanted these guys to taste the feeling of being in the face of death and madness just now. Looking at Yang Dashuan who was stepping on the stone statue, the soldiers' faces suddenly turned pale.

The mercenaries of the tornado hated this reckless man who killed thousands of swords. In the previous ambush and charge, at least two or three hundred mercenaries died in his hands. His smile often came with death. Looking up, it seemed that his smile this time was even more dazzling.

"Try it!" Yang Dashuan kicked out with a slight brow.

The stone statue weighing more than 3,000 pounds rolled down the slope with a deafening rumbling sound, and the entire ground trembled. The stones on the ground trembled helplessly, and the dewdrops on the grass blades collapsed in despair. With the rolling stone statues, the hearts of the mercenaries also shattered like these shattered dewdrops.

Kakarok's grinning suddenly stiffened.

The poor mercenaries couldn't even cry. Their current location was very awkward, and they were still seven or eight yards away from the top of the mountain. It was too unlikely to rush up in an instant. And they wanted to turn around and go down the mountain, but they couldn't escape the rolling stone statues on both roads!

At this time, the mercenaries even had the idea of ​​breaking Yang Dashun out of his pocket!

But no matter how fierce the eyes were, there was no way. I was forced to turn around and run away. This stone statue was worse than the square cart that was made of bronze before. However, it was because of its huge size. Once it rolled down, it could almost contain the entire mountain road, and all the mercenaries could not escape this stone statue that rolled down.

The clever mercenary threw down his weapons and equipment almost the same moment the stone statue rolled down, and jumped to both sides of the mountain road without caring about anything.

For a moment, the entire formation suddenly became messy, and some mercenaries who had not avoided were directly pressed by the rolling stone statues. With the constant wailing sounds, the mercenaries either fell down from the hillside or were knocked away by the stone statues. The scene of the entire mountain road suddenly became miserable.

The square formation of about 600 or 700 people was completely destroyed by this stone sculpture. This situation was something Kakarok could never have imagined.

A long blood mark was dragged out by a stone statue on the narrow mountain road.

At this time, no one expected that just a stone statue would break up such a carefully prepared attack. The angry Kakarok almost bit his teeth and looked at the upper end of the valley again. The mountain path, which was less than 100 yards, was not expected to be so difficult to capture.

"Roar, rush up to me. Whoever dares to retreat will kill anyone!"

Kakarok turned over and jumped off the horse's back, pulled out the sword from the saddle and stabbed a mercenary who had just left the arms of the god of death.

This crazy action made all the mercenaries stunned.

"The Tornado has never fought mercenaries. If I see anyone dare to take a step back, I will make him and this group of natives turn into beast feces forever!"

Under the generous rewards and cruel pressure from Lord Earl, the mercenaries rush forward again with a tough bullet.

However, there were some exceptions this time, because Kakarok also joined the infantry camp. No one expected that the nobleman in bloomers was also a good fighter. With his toes, he provoked the ogre's flying sword. This big sword, which weighed about two hundred pounds, was easily held in his hand by the Count, and even played a sword flower in front of everyone.

The Count's lead made many mercenaries go crazy.

Without saying a word, the count rushed towards the hillside with his hands and big sword. In the blink of an eye, the entire mountain road was only half of the distance.

When the natives who were guarding the entrance at the front saw this situation, they panicked the squats and rolling stones that had been prepared before at Kakarok. However, the valley north of Ultratown was too small, and there were too few materials to use. These trees were only big bowls and were just barely used as roadblocks, but if they were to act as squats, they were really shivering. The same was true for rolling stones. It was just a laugh to block the enemy. It was almost the same for paving the road.

Kakarok is like an agile bobcat on the mountain road, jumping left and right. Whenever the wood and rolling stones reach in front of him, he can easily avoid it.

With previous examples of suffering losses, the mercenaries became much more cautious.

It seemed that the top of the mountain was not as big as the stone statue before, and the mercenaries gradually became more courageous. Like their Count, they took off their armor that was in the way, and rushed up one by one with spears and big swords.

The mercenaries were in camp step by step. Before the Rolling Stone and Mamu arrived, they were held tightly by the spears of the spears and then picked them aside.

On both sides of the mountain road, there were slower logs accumulated horizontally and vertically, and it was a mess.

Looking at Kakarok who was getting closer and closer to the mountain pass, the slaves became more and more panicked. Rolling stones and Mamu smashed towards each other frantically. Kakarok stood steadily, swung his big sword with both hands and slashed at the obstacles.

The ogre's flying sword was made of pure steel. In addition to its weight, the most commendable part is its strength. The rolling stone as big as a stone plate was picked up by Thad with his cheeks and stood on the top of the mountain, and threw it towards Kakarok's forehead. Kakarok was not panicked, and roared wildly, swung his hands around, and a black shadow flashed, cutting the rolling stone in half. The big sword at the mouth of the mouth made a buzzing sound, and a burst of dust filled the mountain road.

Ogre Thad and Centaur Dataibao rushed out without saying a word, holding logs as thick as thighs in their hands, and immediately wrestled with Kakarok.

Relying on his strength, Thade fought against the logs covering Kakarok's forehead and smashed it.

The stick was quite powerful, and there was a whistling sound of wind breaking in the air. As long as you hit it, even if your head was made of fine iron, it would have to be shrunk. Kakarok naturally knew it was powerful, and turned around and swept the log with a sword.

With a dull bang, the log suddenly broke into two pieces. Sade blinked at the half-piece of the wooden stick in his hand, and fled back with his butt.

Kakarok wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Da Taibao all at once.

The Centaurs were defeated by the apprentices in the trial and practiced martial arts for a while. Although they were comparable to those of Kakarok, who were born with martial arts slave hunting groups, they also thought they were not much different.

Databao jumped in front of Kakarok, who was about to chase THAAD, blocking the road.

Without saying a word, he swung the axe and swung it over.

The Earl was quite strong. He followed the centaur about two or three swords taller than him and suffered some secret losses. His face turned red and he took three or four steps back. However, the Da Taibao also suffered a lot of losses. He was stabbed hard by Kakarok in the arm and saw the bone.

Neither general stopped Kakarok, which made the slaves gasp.

Yang Dashuan looked at Kakarok who was walking along the mountain road and narrowed his eyes. The Moradin took out the anger back. This subtle action made Kakarok feel a little unhappy, and it seemed that the other party looked down on him a little.

The slaves noticed Kakarok's provocative gaze and all raised their sleeves to rush out, but were stopped by Yang Dashuan.

"What's wrong? Brother-in-law, why don't you let these natives help you?" Kakarok raised his head and looked over with contempt.
Chapter completed!