The savage commander Akarmand looked at everything that was happening in front of him with almost disbelief.

Illidan, that was the bravest warrior in the entire barbarian tribe. His cheeks were actually blown up by an ogre with a braid. Oh my God, the two black balls flying in the air should be his eyes!

Newton! The one who was pushed down from the city tower and fell freely was Newton! How could this strongest and wisest warrior in the entire barbarian tribe not even a short man?

And who is the giant in armor and rolling on the ground?

Why did all the barbarians turn into a pool of meat paste in front of him? Why couldn't I find who those broken limbs and arms belong to? Oh my God, they actually raised the stone mill!

And those giants taller than the entire Red City walls, who are these damn guys?

The barbarian commander Illidan moaned in despair. These giants were at least seven or eight meters high. No matter how strong the barbarian warriors were, they were like babies with no power to fight back. Their maces looked like a huge tree... With just a light sweep, they could smash the top ten barbarian warriors into meat pies!

Even the stone man can’t stand this mace!

This weapon seems to be used only as a city hammer?

"Enough! Let's retreat!" Tam waved the mace in his hand and swept a whole team of savages to knock down. It was as simple as driving away bedbugs with a big broom. He completely exploded the spine of these guys and roared at the slave warriors around him.

"I'll play with it again! The little giant Iverson waved two maces that were completely incompatible with the body shape. The two maces were twisted together and almost became twists. They were about twice as thick as before, and they fell on the ground and kept trembling. "You retreat first! Leave this to me!"

Iverson shouted as he waved his mace.

"I won't leave either!" Tam stepped on several barbarians who wanted to come over and whistled at the little giant Iverson.

"As agreed, come on!" Iverson laughed.

In just a moment, all the barbarian warriors on the city's facade were either beaten away or stepped into sting. The commanders watching the battle from a distance were almost scared and trembled all over. This was amazing... The steaming pool of blood almost dyed the entire city gate into a miserable area. These slave warriors were too ruthless, and there was no living in their hands. When the last strong barbarian was trampled to death by Iverson, no barbarian warriors in this area dared to approach the city gate.

The ladder that was set up here was swept away with a stick and broke into broken wood chips.

Dozens of yards a large group of barbarian generals watched all this stupidly. They completely forgot their identities. The opponent's rude and quick fighting style was even more barbaric than the barbarians. Even those behemoths and half-elves were much heavier, and almost all the barbarians under their hands were dead.

Especially those indigenous forces that were extremely terrifying, the barbarian warriors were stinging their nerves violently. This technique made them unable to curb their bodies' trembling while watching the battle, from ** to their souls.

And even the extremely elegant half-elves learned this kind of combat technique. These half-elves were like crazy beasts, holding the barbarians' arms or legs, and tearing these guys apart without hesitation. The internal organs and blood fell like rain, pouring the half-elves on their heads and faces.

This scene scared many barbarians to pee their pants.

Perhaps because the battle with the barbarians once made these half-elves suffer, these half-elves were particularly cruel to deal with these barbarians, and were even no less than the natives.

The screams at the city gate were like disasters before the collapse of the sky and the earth, making every barbarian warrior who heard them pale.

The slave warriors rushed back to the city gate, leaving Iverson alone standing outside the city gate. The swamp giants waved at the guy repeatedly and asked him to enter the door quickly. Iverson blinked and ignored these guys.

This battle has been fought from sunset to early morning, and now it has been sunrise. The loud sounds of noisy and painful sounds have reflected a cloud of mist.

This huge figure, seven or eight meters tall, was facing away from the horizon, leaning against the city wall, sitting directly on the ground with tiredness, raising his head provocatively at the barbarians. He almost waved his hand to let them come over...

All the dozens of yards of the foreigners finally returned to their souls. They were completely angry by this guy. There were more than a thousand barbarian warriors here. This guy actually dared to be so arrogant!

He is only one! His companions have all withdrawn from the city! He dares to be so arrogant!

Many barbarians have already started to think badly. Among all the giants, there are the most barbarian warriors who died under Iverson. Moreover, discerning people can see at a glance that this guy is the leader of all the swamp giants. If he kills him, he might be able to save some.

As soon as he thought of it, he did it. After about thirty barbarian warriors made strange screams of "Haoho...", Saya ran wildly. I have to say that these barbarians are really tough. After healing their scars, they forgot to hurt... It's no wonder that the barbarians who even elves feel a headache will never be afraid once they recover their morale.

The barbarians rushing forward were like storms whizzing through the desert, rolling up yellow sand heavily and rushed towards this ignorant kid!

Their movements and formations were as neat and standard as mirror-like, and even the most picky veterans couldn't say anything. These barbarians still had no weapons, and their weapon was a wrist guard, but there was an extra blade that stretched out from inside on the wrist guard, which looked like a demon... Although I had never seen the barbarians use weapons, they still looked a certain luster and cloud pattern from a distance. Just by relying on the serrations on the blade and the length of the blade, the strongest ** can be sniffed to the heart!

The barbarians swept over like the strong wind, and they only had this strong giant in their eyes.

A twisted-shaped mace swung in mid-air, showing a huge fan cross-section in front of everyone, swinging over ten yards down ten yards. The group of barbarians were surprisingly tall, so they all ended up surprisingly. Each barbarian's head was smashed into pieces, and the tall guys flew high like a broken line, with their broken bodies. For a moment, the sound of broken bones and the howling of despair sounded into pieces.

The commander of the Guards, Akkamand, swallowed violently, and the Adam's apple seemed to be a pheasant with a cut off her neck, twitching in the spasm.

One stick and one piece!

Under the nose of the guard commander Akarmand, this giant waved the twisted mace four times in a row. Its power and speed were so fast that it had already dealt with nearly hundreds of brave and warlike barbarian warriors!

None of the savages who rushed over could escape the net! Even those who escaped had no hope of survival!

It's a mace that is five or six meters long!

Which barbarian can approach him?

He is simply a farmer who is waving his sickle to harvest wheat seedlings!

Looking at the cavalry who was hesitant and as if he was scared, the commander of the Guards Akarmand almost let out a scream from his throat as if he saw a cockroach: "Kill him for me! Kill him! You cowards! You still have thousands of people, tens of thousands of people! Hurry up and rush for me... I will reward him with five hundred women when the first person to rush into the city gate!"

Maybe the commander cried from afar and played a role, maybe it was difficult to get rid of the tiger, maybe the commander's reward played a role, and there were hundreds of trembling barbarian warriors, looking at their companions who were not yet extinct on the ground, while tremblingly leaning towards the city gate. There was no way, there was only such a big place at the gate, and no matter how many people there were, they would not be able to squeeze in. But the number of people was so small, would this giant be directly drawn into flying meat residue by this giant like the comrades in front of me?
Chapter completed!