"They're targeting the Dark Mage!"
“Stop them!”
Viking warriors took up fearsome axes and even leaped from ship to ship.
Taking advantage of their mounts, the sea beast cavalry easily leaped onto Viking ships, and even engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the enemies on the deck.
Swords and axes clashed, blood splattered, and screams rang out one after another.
King Harald of the North personally fought against the sea beast cavalry that rushed onto his ship, and his axe easily split the Orichalcum armor of a cavalryman.
Another cavalryman attacked from the side, but he dodged it nimbly with a roll, and then chopped off the opponent's helmet with a backhand strike.
"Come on! Come on!"
"continue!"
He roared, leading his guards towards more incoming enemies.
The battle unfolded on multiple ships simultaneously, and some sea beast cavalry simply cut the ships' anchor chains, throwing the entire fleet into chaos.
Others specifically attack the rowers, making it impossible for the ship to maneuver effectively.
As the battle became stalemate, both sides paid a heavy price.
Nearly one-third of the Viking fleet's ships had suffered serious damage, and the sea beast cavalry had also suffered heavy losses while resisting the black magician's magic.
The sea was churning and the shouts of killing were deafening. In the fight, both sides seemed to have given up their original tactical arrangements long ago. They were just hacking at each other with the most primitive methods.
"For His Majesty Arthas!"
A sea beast cavalryman jumped out of the sea, holding a trident and piercing the side of the Viking warship.
The sharp weapon pierced deeply into the wooden hull, and then he quickly climbed onto the deck, just in front of a tall Viking warrior.
The man was shirtless, with big and strong muscles. He held a double-edged battle axe in his hand, and his eyes burned with bloodthirsty fanaticism.
“Haa ...
The Vikings roared and rushed over.
"Mercurs from Atlantis! Come on!"
The sea beast cavalry calmly raised their weapons to fight back, and the two forces collided violently in the narrow space.
The battle axe hit the opponent's armor hard, making a deafening metal collision sound.
"Well!"
The sea beast cavalry groaned, and he was surprised to find that he was forced to take a half step back by the opponent's strength.
This is completely inconsistent with their previous understanding.
You know, maritime peoples are known for their strength and skills, while land peoples should be relatively weak.
But now, the tremendous force actually shocked this elite warrior of Atlantis.
"What's wrong? Murloc?"
The Vikings raised their weapons and taunted.
"Did he get scared silly by Grandpa's axe?"
Without waiting for the other party to answer, he swept it again fiercely, forcing the sea beast cavalry to jump away to avoid it.
This time, the Viking took advantage of the opportunity and rushed forward. His strong arms swung out like lightning and punched his opponent's breastplate.
“Crack!”
The crisp cracking sound shocked everyone present.
The armor newly forged by Oliha actually had tiny cracks on it! However, the Viking's fist was only slightly red and swollen, completely unharmed.
"This?! How is this possible?"
"Olihagang's armor was actually taken by a fist?"
The Sea Beast Rider lowered his head in disbelief and spoke softly.
“Nothing is impossible!”
The Viking grinned and raised his battle axe again: "The muscles honed in the Arctic ice are beyond the comprehension of you fishmen who can only hide underwater!"
More sea beast cavalry began to pour onto the deck, only to find that they were facing a group of tougher opponents than they had ever seen before.
Similar shocking scenes occurred on every Viking ship. Those seemingly primitive and rough northern barbarians were able to compete with the well-trained Atlantis elite and even gain the upper hand in the power confrontation.
"The power of these land creatures is astonishing!"
A sea beast cavalryman was struggling to defend himself and it was even difficult for him to keep his balance.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
The Viking roared in response and raised his axe again.
"You fishmen, get back to where you belong!"
The battlefield was filled with similar conversations and scenes. An Atlantean cavalryman finally broke through the defense line, but was surrounded by three Vikings holding war hammers.
He dodged the first attack nimbly, but was forced to retreat repeatedly by the second round of fierce attacks.
"Your fighting skills are quite impressive, but unfortunately, these fancy moves are useless against real warriors!"
Before he finished speaking, he swung his war hammer and smashed it hard on the knee of a sea beast cavalryman.
The sea beast cavalry barely dodged it, but were still staggered by the shock wave.
The other two Vikings seized the opportunity and attacked at the same time, forcing him to defend with all his strength and no longer able to fight back.
What is most shocking is that these Viking warriors are not only incredibly strong, but their fighting will is also terrifyingly tenacious.
But to be more precise, it was a kind of fanaticism, a kind of madness.
A sea beast cavalryman had just stabbed a Viking in the shoulder, but the man seemed unaware of it. Instead, he let out a beast-like roar and counterattacked even more fiercely.
They kept calling out God's name and attacked tirelessly as if possessed, completely ignoring their own pain.
"Atlantis' shrimp soldiers and crab generals, I heard that you can breathe underwater, talk with sea monsters, and possess wisdom and steel-making technology bestowed by the gods!"
"But on the battlefield, none of these are as practical as my strength!"
He exerted force suddenly, and the huge battle axe drew an arc in the air and chopped towards the head of the sea beast cavalry.
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