Chapter 880 (1/1)
Some people once used clouds across the sky to describe the size of a bull, which in most people's eyes is just an exaggerated metaphor. But when the bull appears at the edge of the light range of dawn, even if only its front body is exposed, the sense of oppression like the sky breaking at the top also makes people's heart beat faster unconsciously. In particular, when cheese saw the bull's eyes, the movement in those eyes made the grey robe subconsciously want to escape. It was more than facing the dragon. He had to restrain his instinct to stand still.
The mage looked at his companions, trying to remind them to pay attention to the bull, and to see what they looked like when they were facing it. However, no one needed his warning. The dull cry had vowed to everyone that the giant beast was coming. In the light of the light, even under the cover of thick fog, every pair of eyes were looking at the black beast.
It was the yew who took the lead. As you can see, these wooden guys don't like their battles being disrupted, and bulls attack their companions who are in charge of long-range suppression in the fog. So the goblins, who fought with Lothar and ATAH, left their opponents and began to regroup and move closer to the intruders.
Lothar was the first to recover from the shock brought by the bull. He frowned a little. According to the previous information, the black ox was probably the Skinner who came to take away the sacrificial life. The count thought the yews were already a tough opponent, but now it seems that the threat they pose is far from comparable. The best choice at the moment is to take advantage of the yew people to kill the skinners. As for these goblin mercenaries, the count believes that even if they can survive the bull's anger, they will not be able to cause any more trouble.
But cheese stopped him with his outstretched arm, and the mage shook his head a little. Of course, he also understood that the best way to fight the Skinner was to fight the yew. But there's a premise, and the premise is that they can really bring down the bull. Therefore, it is the best policy for him to take a look at the details of the Skinner with the hands of these goblins. Moreover, even if the bulls are fierce and can easily defeat the yew people, they can break through their fog. Without this limitation, cheese and Wuqi can play a lot more.
When the battle was imminent, the surviving archers of yew people hiding in the fog were the first to shoot the arrows smeared with poison at the bull. However, these arrows were not even as good as the mouth parts of Gadfly. They were blocked by black fur and could not hurt the giant beast. But they are not discouraged. Every creature has its weakness, and leather has its soft and fragile places. The premise is that they have enough time to find those weaknesses.
”Can they win?” Cheese asked the female swordsman who came by. It was obvious that ATA knew more about the yew people than the mage, so her opinion became very important when judging the direction of the situation. It's just that he doesn't realize that there's a big gap between ATA's perception of yew and her perception of Skinner, and she can't give the answer he wants.
”I don't know.” The swordswoman bit her lips. With the appearance of yew man, the information in her brain is stirring in ways that others don't know. The things that originally existed but were forgotten, those things that had never been remembered were pulled out of the water like a fishing net. ”That cow has no pure iron and Hellfire, right? As long as it doesn't, it can't really kill the yew. That's all I know. All I know is
ATA's condition looks very bad. She holds her forehead with one hand and her head shakes slightly. She seems to be throwing something out and hoping to find a way out of her confused thoughts. However, no one paid special attention to her abnormality except Batu. Their main energy was still on yew people and bulls. And between their words, the battle between the two has begun in full swing.
Yew people occupy the advantage of quantity and equipment. It can be seen that these guys really deserve their status as mercenaries. When facing skinners, their formation is scattered and not disordered, and they are trying to pull the opponent's energy. The soldiers on both sides of the bull are always making threatening movements. If the bull's eyes were not on the sides of his head, he would be hesitant by the threats from both sides. For it, the way to break this situation is very simple, just lower your head and rush forward.
”Moo!” When the dark clouds move, the momentum will remind people of the wild horses galloping on the grassland. One man is an army, which many people can only hear in the stories of bards. But when the Bulls start charging, the cheese makers seem to be watching thousands of horses pouring down the hillside like a burst of water.
”Good.” Lothar praised unconsciously. At this moment, there was no evil of the Skinner in his eyes at this moment. He just arrived at the magnificent momentum of the beast and sincerely praised it. The count has not never seen a huge creature. He has witnessed the deep sea monster in lost heart Bay, and even the giant object that can be named as the sea king. But the presence from the deep sea is not the same as a bull running on four hoofs on land. The vibration of the hooves falling on the ground, the agitation of every muscle, and the gallop from slow to fast, are incomparable among the aquatic animals wandering in the water and sky.
Two yew men standing in front of the bull rose like mustard seeds in the wind. Their squatting bodies and shields in front of them did not work. Even the body, as solid as a tree, was torn apart by the heavy impact. The power of one blow is comparable to the weapon of attacking a city!But as ARTA said before, though the horn of the bull is hard, and the hoof is solid, it is not pure iron after all, and the look in its eyes cannot be turned into the fire of hell. The yew people, who have been hit and scattered to the ground, are still active. They may need some time to reassemble their scattered body parts, but it's only a matter of time. And as the bull slows down to turn for a second charge, the rest of the yew have come close to him. They don't give it the distance to build up speed again.
”Hoo.” The bull breathes and breathes the air with mist, which turns into black miasma in its mouth and nose, reminiscent of the black smoke rising when the flame burns. It seems to have noticed something and looked back at cheese. To be exact, it was the lantern on the mage's wooden staff. It was the light of the morning light, the light that could kill the Skinner. Although the light is not enough to penetrate its skin, it is enough to make it uncomfortable.
”Get ready to fight,” the grey robe said suddenly to his companions. ”Those yew people can't stop it for long.”