Gwen stood resolutely in front of Viktor, her flowing silver hair appearing even more austere amidst the wind and snow.
At this moment, before her stood thousands, even tens of thousands, of barbarians.
In the far north, in a region with extremely scarce resources, a tribe that could only survive by hunting, it was remarkable that such a large number of effective fighters could emerge.
Angus ruled the north for nearly thirty years, a period during which the northern barbarians enjoyed their most prosperous reign.
Gwen didn't even need to think about it carefully.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that her father and brother were guilty of increasingly grave sins.
It was their negligence that allowed the barbarians to proliferate unchecked.
She had a lot to say to Victor behind her.
But at this moment, there was no time for her to continue thinking.
Barbarians have no further thought.
The instant the first berserker died, it only made them feel a slight fear, followed by an incomparably violent rage.
The endless rage intensified the fierce flames engulfing their bodies, as if they were about to devour everything around them in the next second.
They roared furiously, like red demons emerging from hell under the gloomy sky.
Within seconds, all the barbarians charged forward like madmen.
The roar shook the heavens and earth, stretching for thousands of miles.
The ice sheet seemed unable to withstand the terrifying weight, bobbing up and down towards the ocean.
Snowflakes billowed for hundreds of meters, and ice trembled constantly.
In the barbarian's mind, only one last thought remained.
That is it.
war.
They believe in war.
When the survival of barbarians is threatened, they can even unite to the point of facing a common enemy.
Any location with more abundant resources will become their hunting ground.
"Awooo!"
With a roar that echoed in all directions, the barbarians wielded countless weapons and charged towards Gwen.
Each barbarian is like a born warrior; they have no concept of ranged combat or attrition warfare.
Only this instinctive fighting desire remains.
After all, this is a tribe that even ten-year-old children can fight.
The moment countless barbarians charged forward, Gwen made no unnecessary movements.
She simply maintained her sword-wielding stance, protecting Viktor from beginning to end.
It was as if they were waiting for something.
finally……
A deep voice gradually rose.
The sky was instantly filled with countless magical energy arrays, and thousands of magic arrays appeared out of thin air.
As one massive magic array after another rose up, countless magical runes began to intertwine between the arrays.
The countless formations merged into one, as if carrying a common will, echoing each other and flashing.
Countless totems suddenly appeared from the formation, as if the snowfield, which had been silent for many years, had suddenly erupted in true anger.
Various magical energies filled the vast, empty snowfield, instantly covering the entire world.
Several fireballs burst forth from between the red formations, tearing through the dry air.
As flames erupted, the lush branches transformed into sharp spikes that hurtled towards the barbarians.
The two merged instantly, forming countless fiery raindrops that pierced the boundless icy ocean.
Purple lightning and white storms transformed into giant dragons, their fierce impacts piercing the earth beneath the barbarians' feet and tearing through their robust chests.
The scalding blood seemed to surge through the air like lightning, gradually splashing across the pristine snowfield, staining a vast expanse red.
The booming sound was like the low growl of a giant beast, constantly pouring out all kinds of hatred and anger.
Endless magic bombarded the barbarians, and their flesh and blood bodies shattered like fragile glass under the fierce onslaught.
Vladimir stood on a snow-covered cliff not far away, looking at the scenery before him, and kept smiling.
Behind him were countless mages dressed in white robes.
They chanted spells, and countless intricate and complex arrays were constantly linked together in their hands, reflected in the sky not far away.
Vladimir, carrying the ice axe, laughed heartily twice.
"I've never felt so good before!"
"Bomb them! Blow those bastards to pieces!"
With his command, the magic instantly became denser and more intense.
Like colorful fireworks continuously blooming under the long night sky, celebrating the approaching dawn.
The poor barbarians were decimated by the violent magic and fled in panic.
On flat ground, barbarians facing mages would essentially be engaging in a one-sided massacre.
The mages were helpless against the rampaging barbarians.
In terms of physical strength, they were naturally no match for this group of barbarians.
But now, the terrain here is absolutely perfect for mages.
The far north ice field is surrounded by mountains, and there is only one extremely narrow mountain road to get out.
With such a perfect terrain, the barbarians were forced to endure the mages' attacks on the snowy plains.
Erica, of course, was not idle either, constantly releasing all sorts of magic.
As a second-tier mage, he was already very familiar with the second-tier spells he had learned before.
The formation and patterns were drawn in just a few seconds.
With the powerful wood element within her, her various spells possess an extremely terrifying sharpness and continuity.
Clusters of flames transformed into high-speed arrows, swiftly striking the barbarians above the narrow pass.
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