Wizard Farming Guide

Chapter 28 Total Annihilation

Just half a month after establishing its territory in Pingdingshan, the residents' houses were not yet completed, and the city wall blocking the gentle slope was not yet built.

However, they now had to fight against a barbarian army whose combat strength was even greater than their own, which was not part of Rhodes's plan.

But the enemy was already at his doorstep, and he had nowhere to hide.

Once defeated, the heads of all the soldiers would be hung in front of the barbarian houses to dry and be displayed, and the women and children would be reduced to livestock playthings.

As for Rhodes himself, if he was unlucky, he wouldn't have died on the spot.

The blood of William the King flowing through his veins would make him a priceless treasure in the hands of the barbarians, sent to the royal city to become their most beloved slave.

The glory of our ancestors will be subjected to the extreme physical humiliation by the barbarians.

There is only one way to avoid this outcome.

With the violence in their hands, they crushed the enemy in front of them first!

Illuminated by the layers of burning braziers on both sides of the road, Rhodes led the charge, and the figures of the wolf chieftain soldiers came into view.

The watchtowers, which had been prepared in advance, had already shattered their formation with their catapults.

A third of the wolf chieftain's soldiers lay on the ground, howling in pain.

The remaining fifty-odd people who were still standing were also frightened by this unexpected blow.

They hurriedly dodged to the sides, creating huge gaps in the ranks.

Now, Rhodes needs to seize this opportunity presented by the shifting balance of power and break through it in one fell swoop.

The only pity was that none of the six wolf riders died; the explosive power of the Iron-Spine Black Wolf allowed them to escape.

"Damn it! That traitor deceived the Great Wolf! This is an ambush! Watch out for enemy cavalry!"

Upon seeing the cavalry charging from above the gentle slope, the leader of the wolf riders let out a furious roar.

"Awoo!"

Amidst the howls of the Ironback Black Wolf, the wolf chieftain's soldiers finally regained their composure.

They raised the wolf-tooth scimitars on their backs and picked up the throwing axes from their waists with their other hands.

Using throwing axes to accurately hit prey running across the snowfield is a hunting skill passed down through generations.

It was also a means for the wolf chieftain's army to resist cavalry charges.

But it was too late!

The ordinary wolf rider closest to the approaching cavalry was spitting fire in his eyes.

The sudden rockfall left them no time to adjust, and the enemy cavalry was already upon them!

He stared at the knight at the very front of the fifteen cavalrymen, roared, drew his scimitar, and charged forward.

He wanted to eliminate the leader and restore the morale of the team, which had been severely damaged!

Raising his broad, fanged scimitar high, the wolf rider saw that his opponent was actually parrying with a disproportionately thin blade, and a cruel grin spread across his face.

As the weapons clashed, his smile suddenly froze.

A strong tingling sensation came from the hilt of the knife, causing his body to stiffen for a moment.

What terrified the wolf riders even more was that the rapier was not deflected.

Instead, it continued forward, piercing straight into his chest.

The armor-piercing sword pierced through the animal hide armor, and Rhodes used the momentum of his charge to lift the wolf rider off the wolf's back.

He was suspended in mid-air by his sword.

Upon seeing this, the Iron-Spine Black Wolf below opened its blood-red maw and lunged to bite, but was pounced on by a white figure in mid-air.

The white bread bit into its thick crust, and its sharp claws dug into the wolf's leg.

The two wolves tore at each other, rolling away into the distance as they struggled, spilling blood all over the ground.

Watching the white bread disappear into the distance, Rod used his other hand to remove his helmet.

Her brilliant golden hair shimmered in the firelight.

Supported by their powerful vitality, the wolf riders, who were not yet dead, gripped the sword blade in front of their chests tightly upon seeing this scene.

In his final moments before death, he couldn't help but recall the blond demon who had once slaughtered the North, and his voice was filled with terror:

"Butcher William!"

"No." Rhodes drew his sword, letting the corpse fall to the ground. "It was Knight Rhodes."

At the same time, the five wolf riders who were originally preparing to block the cavalry around Rhodes all stopped.

They turned their heads around at almost the same time.

Their gazes were drawn to him as if by a magnet, fixed firmly on him.

They looked at each other, and the three elite wolf riders simultaneously surrounded him.

Rhodes thought to himself, "My blond hair is really making me the target of ridicule."

He raised his sword and stepped forward to meet him.

As a special unit, wolf riders have a significant advantage over ordinary cavalry.

Once the Iron-Spine Black Wolf gets close, ordinary warhorses will have difficulty even standing still, let alone running.

Rhodes' warhorses, having been trained by saber-toothed tigers, were in better condition.

But if a real fight breaks out, it will still be a one-sided situation.

He had to tie down the three most troublesome elite wolf riders to gain an advantage for his men.

Around them, twelve cavalrymen successfully charged into the crowd, leaving behind seven or eight enemy corpses before creating distance and dodging flying axes.

When the shield-wielding soldiers arrived from the rear, the two sides clashed.

As arrows pierced armor and flying axes slammed into shields, the battlefield officially entered a heated phase.

Rhodes held his sword in front of him, on guard against an attack; his armor had already been slashed open in several places.

His warhorse lay dead beside him, its abdomen ripped open, the blood staining the ground crimson.

Group battles are not Rhodes' forte.

He had to be on guard at all times, facing the skillful coordination of three elite wolf riders.

With the incredible speed of a raven's feather, it withstood the continuous attacks from three sides.

Otherwise, when he thrust his sword into an enemy, the other two wolf riders' scimitars would cut him in two.

If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it!

Fortunately, he had helpers by his side.

At that moment, the saber-toothed tiger was guarding behind him, keeping an eye on one of the elite wolf riders.

Due to the speed advantage of the Iron-Spine Black Wolf, neither side could gain the upper hand for a time, resulting in a stalemate.

Rhodes glanced at the other battlefields.

Noah and Holmes were holding back the remaining two ordinary wolf riders.

The restraint imposed by his mount restricted Holmes's movements as an elite knight.

They had to devote a lot of energy to stabilizing their warhorses, making it difficult to defeat the enemy in a short period of time.

The good news is that on the main battlefield, shield-wielding spearmen, in conjunction with cavalry, are continuing their advance.

Especially when the blood-soaked white bread returns to the battlefield, disrupting the balance.

The wolves lurking in the shadows constantly dragged the wolf chieftain's soldiers into their clutches, causing the enemy's morale to plummet.

Once the shield and spear formation forms an encirclement, none of these wolf riders will be able to escape!

"Did Mansaru send you? It seems our Rivermouth Baron still cherishes his former tribe. Does he enjoy this grand welcome?"

Rhodes stared at the leader of the wolf riders and mocked him in the language of the Lorosarians.

Whether it was his father's past explorations of the northern frontier or his mother's book collection, the family possessed a large number of barbarian books.

After learning that he was to come to the North, Rhodes learned a lot of barbarian languages ​​during the two months of his journey.

Upon hearing his words, the wolf rider leader was enraged.

"That damned bastard, how dare he deceive the tribe, betraying the great wolf once again!"

"You think you've won? You shameful attacker! You filthy descendant of a butcher! The wolves' wrath will soon return and tear you to shreds!"

The wolf rider leader suddenly changed direction and, with the explosive charge of the Iron-Spine Black Wolves, ran towards the foot of the mountain.

The tide of battle was irreversible; he needed to relay the intelligence from here back to the tribe and seek more support.

Just as Rhodes was about to stop him, another elite wolf rider blocked his way.

"Fear while you wait! Soon, the wolves will..."

Ding! Clang!

Amidst the clash of swords, Rod pulled the sword from his chest and kicked away the charging Ironback Black Wolf.

He swung his sword, and blood splattered across it, leaving a trail of red dots.

He walked past the wolf rider expressionlessly, ignoring the incomprehensible look of fear in the man's eyes before he died.

In a one-on-one situation, few can stand in his way.

After a brief delay, the wolf rider leader had already galloped down the mountain and disappeared into the night.

Rhodes glanced at the ravens in the sky, but didn't care.

Seeing that the shield-wielding soldiers had finished their battle, he waited where he was.

A few minutes later, a loud cry rang out behind me.

A snow-white warhorse galloped down from the mountaintop. At his call, this snow steed, evolved from a maned horse, finally managed to stand upright.

Rod mounted his horse and stroked its soft, warm neck.

"Go, let us show the enemy who is the king of the cavalry in this snowy plain."

White icy mist spread from beneath the horse's hooves, and with a crisp cracking sound as the ice broke, the Snowfield Steed vanished from its spot.

Wherever it passed, ice mist rose, as if it were riding the clouds.

Ironback Black Wolf possesses powerful short-distance sprinting ability, but in long-distance running, it can only be crushed by the well-rounded Snowfield Steed.

When the wolf rider leader had been running for a long time and was about to catch his breath...

In a daze, he saw a white horse leaping across the river.

They appeared right in front of me the next second!

Rhodes's sword pierced his chest, marking the complete annihilation of the wolf chieftain's army.

(End of this chapter)