Mount & Blade: Wind of War

Everyone has a different physique. Some people have reached their limits in extreme anger that they could not reach under normal circumstances. This is actually the so-called harmony of body and mind!

Unlike Fatis who pursues faith, Resarit is fighting for his own happiness. If the current Resarit is put back to half a year ago, when he was still struggling for a teaching position in the academy, he can now beat two of his former selves, although his panel attributes are not much improved.

In other words, this is also Resarit finding his own faith, but his faith is more popular and more combined with reality.

Using a two-handed heavy sword requires certain skills. Just using the strength of both arms is undoubtedly not even an entry level. Using a two-handed heavy sword requires strength from the waist and back, strength from the whole body, and strength from the trend. Only those who can do these in actual combat can be called a two-handed heavy sword master.

In the melee, Resarit swung his two-handed sword around his head and slashed down diagonally. The wind of the sword broke through the air, and the sword force was so fierce that even the bear heavy infantry did not dare to take it head-on. He directly shot the head of a wolf axeman who could not dodge in time.

At this time, a sheep-man raised a sheep-head hammer and smashed it vertically. Resarit turned around to avoid it and rushed to the opponent relatively close. Only the swinging sheep-head hammer had enough lethality, and the two-handed double-edged sword, except for the hilt, was more than 90% of the fierce blades. As long as the power was enough, there was no difference between chopping people with the sword tip and chopping people with the end of the sword body.

After beheading the sheep-man in front of him, Resarit was chopped heavily on the shoulder by the centaur from behind, but he just stumbled forward and turned around to kill the centaur warrior who attacked him.

"The black iron armor has indeed greatly increased the survival rate of the equipped soldiers, especially for those like me who use two-handed swords. With this set of equipment, the chance of survival has more than doubled."

At this time, Fatis, who was not far away, raised the ancient cross sword in his hand high. The next moment, a dazzling light spread out, and the next moment, Resarit found that his body was covered with a thin layer of light.

The light combat skill, the sacred barrier, Fatis has made another breakthrough. He can now freely bless the sacred barrier in a wide range.

The reason why this move is used at this moment is that Fatis is facing a more difficult opponent at this time, the patriarch of the sheep people in the wilderness alien coalition.

It is at least an elite template, and the level is not low. Other sheep people use the sheep head hammer as a two-handed weapon. It holds it in one hand and swings it with a roar, and the other hand lifts the steel shield, and it fights very bravely.

The chief of the sheep tribe also saw that Fatis was an important general on the human side, so he attacked with a desperate attitude.

This race lives in the wilderness and has a supernatural power inheritance. The chief's body is full of reddish electric currents, which have a certain chance of delaying the opponent's movements in close combat.

Once it is in operation, it has both offensive and defensive capabilities. If you can win, you can suppress the opponent one-sidedly. If you can't win, you can also affect the opponent and increase your chance of escape.

Fatis was worried that he would fall here because of carelessness, so as soon as he found the characteristics of the opponent's fighting spirit, he activated the sacred fighting spirit in his body and cast the sacred barrier.

In this way, before the sacred barrier was broken, the fighting spirit of the sheep tribe leader was ineffective for him.

Although this fighting spirit also has the effect of strengthening itself, it undoubtedly directly loses most of its power.

Whoosh, bang!

The soil was trampled, the weapon broke through the air, and the steel shield collided.

The leader of the sheep tribe worked very hard. If he met Raymond or Resarit at this time, he might be able to suppress them or even win the battle. However, he met Fatis, who was as steady as an old dog.

When Fatis met an opponent stronger than himself, if the opponent was from the evil camp, he might be able to break through his own limits and overturn the opponent.

If he met an opponent of the same level or even weaker than himself, Rhodes might overturn because of mistakes, but he would not.

Because this guy is humble, he will not look down on anyone. Humility is certainly a virtue, but this virtue is also a virtue when it is displayed on the battlefield, although the enemy will not like it very much.

"Enough, you are not my opponent at all. If you continue to entangle in vain, you will only kill more of your tribesmen in battle!"

Although Fatis could not break through the defense and kill the sheep leader in front of him for a while, he was so comfortable that the sheep warriors who attacked from all sides to help his leader were killed by him one after another, and he could still maintain absolute suppression of the sheep leader.

"All troops, retreat!"

"You are no match for me. Judging from the fact that your men risked their lives to save you, you are a good clan leader and an excellent general. But an excellent clan leader and general should not waste the precious lives of his people in a meaningless war."

The iron shields collided. The shield in Fatis's hand was as exquisite as a work of art. However, at this moment, it was accompanied by the owner's thunderous force, like a collision of iron mountains, and smashed the big shield of the sheep-headed leader with a bang, knocking him to the ground.

However, Fatis did not kill the other party directly, but said such words to the other party. At this time, the soldiers of Lonely Mountain Castle within a certain range still had the defensive effect of the sacred barrier. When the wild alien coalition forces that were chasing and killing saw that the attack was immobile, the desire to chase and attack naturally subsided, allowing the soldiers of Lonely Mountain Castle to retreat calmly.

"Why not kill it!?" Raymond frowned and asked in doubt.

"I felt pain, entanglement, resentment, and helplessness in the process of fighting with it. I don't know why, but just now I suddenly felt that it would be a good choice to let it go here."

"Ha, it doesn't matter. Anyway, you are the commander, and the master believes in you, so I will believe you this time."

A light rain gradually fell in the forest in the sky.

Griffith, a young noble of the fox clan, walked into the battlefield. He looked at the blood, mud, and corpses on the ground. Most of them were orcs, and only a few were human.

When he saw the guy, the leader of the sheep-headed man, sitting on the ground in a daze with his shield shattered, he frowned slightly, but didn't say anything more.

The Sheepmen had indeed tried their best in this battle, but the human army before them was indeed more difficult to deal with than expected.