Elder Nassau leaned on his cane. The rugged mountain road made him a little tired.
Now that he was almost fifty years old, he could not be compared to his prime.
A full body of armor and weapons weighing more than a hundred jin.
It was so heavy that his breathing was heavy and heavy on the mountain path.
"But I'm definitely not a burden.”Elder Nassau slowly stopped.
The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he seemed to catch a glimpse of black shadows passing through the bushes.
His years of experience and authority as a leader prevented him from acting rashly.
"Be alert."
Instead, he raised his cane and activated the magic power in his body.
As a Tier 3 bearman warrior and a Tier 3 bearman shaman, he was the only wise man and spellcaster.
There were three standard divine spell slots of 1/1/1 every day, which could carry the divine spells gifted by the God of Winter.
And the divine spell that Elder Nassau chose...
They were the three divine spells, Bloodthirst, Bloodthirst, and Summon Hail.
Bloodthirst was a level two divine spell, while Summoning Hail was a level three divine spell. With the help of the strength of the surrounding bearman clan, it was enough to complete many tactical preparations.
Even if they were suddenly attacked by the enemy, they could summon hail to attack or disturb the enemy's formation.
" The hail summoned by Savaslow's fury is as hard as the stone of a catapult.”
Elder Nassau panted lightly, but his thoughts returned to the past.
He thought of many experiences when he was young.
This included the fact that after joining the bear frogmen ancestral religion, he received the divine grace of Savaslo and became a shaman.
" Perhaps I should train more shamans to spread 'His' glory for Savaslo.”
Elder Nassau's physical strength recovered a little.
But secretly, he had already arranged the frogmen warriors into a defensive formation.
This was the tacit understanding they had for a long time, as well as the tactical sensitivity brought about by accepting the warrior class change.
"There is indeed something spying on us.”
"What a terrible feeling…"
It wasn't just Elder Nassau, the other frogman warriors all had the same feeling.
Thus, while standing still, the vigilance of the Frog Tribe and the sensitivity of the Bear Tribe were fully displayed.
"Swoosh!""Swoosh!""Swoosh!"
In addition, the sound of leaves rubbing against each other could be heard from the surrounding woods and shrubs.
These frogmen slowly tightened their grip on their spears.
He also took off the baton from his waist.
"Whoosh!"
In an instant, one of the frogmen threw out his staff.
With the accuracy brought about by the fierce wind and quick reflexes.
"Pa-"
He threw the four to five pound baton into a dense thicket about ten meters away.
The frogmen's expressions changed slightly when they heard the muffled sound of something heavy falling to the ground.
"There's a situation!" This was because they knew very well that they had been hunting and fishing all year round.
This kind of sound would only occur when it hit its prey!
"Galaluoha-"
At this moment, a strange sound came from the depths of the forest.
It was as if they were talking, swearing, or using this strange tone to mobilize troops.
"Gnomes." However, Elder Nassau immediately noticed something."This strange sound is similar to the sound of those gnome blacksmiths!”
"That's right. The gnome blacksmith slaves also like to make similar strange cries!”
The other bearfrogmen also came back to their senses.
His face, which was covered by the helmet, was also a little gloomy.
There was even anger and embarrassment.
After all, in their hometown, Sisbar Village, the gnomes were a weak race that they were unwilling to bully.
As long as they were provided with iron blocks or iron products every week to meet their daily needs, as well as weapons and armor that were damaged during training, they would not be bothered.
Occasionally, when he was happy, he would give some smoked fish and smoked meat to those short races who were only 1.3 or 1.4 meters tall to improve their diet.
"I just didn't expect that the enemy I received the oracle to deal with this time was actually these gnomes!”
Elder Nassau and the other frogmen felt humiliated.
Even the frogman who threw the staff earlier.
"Roar!"
At this moment, they all let out an angry roar,"Those weak gnomes are no match for me!"”
Then, he held his spear and walked quickly towards the bush more than ten meters away. In a few steps, he pulled out a relatively short Gnome with dark green skin wrapped in linen. However, due to the depression in his chest, he was breathing heavily.
"Look, it's similar to the gnome slaves in our country!”He turned around and shouted at his companions.
How could a gnome without armor be a match for the frogmen warriors?
However, before he could finish his sentence, black shadows instantly appeared around him.
"Shua-"
This included the area behind the ancient trees, the bushes, and even the branches above their heads.
The ghostly figures that had been hiding silently all this while howled as they raised the short swords in their hands and pounced at the frogman who dared to leave their formation.
"Not good!" The Bear Frogmen Warriors who were still in formation warned.
Subconsciously, he walked towards his companion who had been attacked.
"You damned bugs!" However, to the frogman warrior, it was not a big deal to deal with him alone.
"Pfft-"
The spear in his hand was as thick as a soft rock, and it pierced through two Night Goblin Peekers on the spot.
His right hand quickly took off the long-handled war club hanging on his waist. He was not afraid of the slender short sword at all. He fiercely whipped at the Night Goblins around him and above his head as if he was fighting for his life. With a fierce wind, he was more like a baseball player whipping a baseball, smashing watermelons one by one!
"Pa!""Pa!""Pa!" Three or four consecutive slashes sent blood and the dead Gnomes flying.
He didn't even ask his frogman companions to come over and solved the problem alone.
The remaining four or five Night Gnome Spyros were so scared that they scrambled and fled.
"Be careful!"
However, before the frogman could proudly praise him, his eyes widened.
Looking in Elder Nassau's direction, his expression was extremely furious.
"Hmm?" At this time, Elder Nassau also noticed that something was wrong."The target is me?"
"Swoosh swoosh
More than ten darts were instantly thrown over his head, enveloping him, who was standing alone on the rock.
Moreover, there were more than ten Night Goblin Assassins with strange machetes. They appeared from all directions, as well as the top of the trees. Their target was actually the leader of the frogmen-the shaman of the frogmen, the elder of the tribe!
But to Elder Nassau, the sudden attack that appeared now made him even more furious.
"Do you also think that an old man like me is the best target?!”
"That's a big mistake!"
He, who was not resigned to his old age, was even a little angry.
His eyes were bloodshot as he watched the Night Goblin Assassins throw away their rattan staffs that could enhance their spellcasting. Instead, they took out their war clubs that looked like war rapier and iron ruler and lashed out fiercely with anger."The frogmen aren't something you bugs can compare to!”
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