——[Legend]: The target holds a legendary status among the Germanic Barbarian Race, he is regarded as the leader figure who successfully invaded Great Britain, and legends about him circulate within Germania. (Eliminating the target can seize the legendary status.)
These two brothers are both two-star gold units, their strength should be very formidable.
No matter how small a nation is, the strength of a Founding Monarch will never be weak, and the opponent seems to have many special statuses.
"A leader unit with legendary status?"
Duncan was momentarily stirred, but considering his strength, he realized he couldn’t do much against them. Not to mention the Barbarian Race noble knights guarding on either side, even the accompanying Germanic priests were enough to give him a hard time.
As the last faction of Europe’s Polytheism, the ’Norse Pantheon’, these Barbarian priests still possess certain supernatural abilities, and can inspire nearby soldiers on the battlefield.
Moreover, they can also perform divination, prophecy, and a small amount of witchcraft.
"This battle is going to be tough."
If Duke of Dingtiger hadn’t suffered a disastrous defeat yesterday, if the forces could still maintain a certain advantage, Duncan might find an opportunity to command a British Legion, relying on his god’s-eye view and powerful personal martial skills, he might barely confront the formal Barbarian army.
But now the British Legion is nearly wiped out, all the captives daring to resist have been used as blood sacrifices, relying solely on Duke of Dingtiger’s remaining battered soldiers is fundamentally incapable of defense.
"In the Middle Ages, personal martial skills are hard to compete against absolute military superiority."
Plus some two-star silver gray, all are Sol Warriors, Tyr Warriors, High Tier Barbarian Warriors, etc., all very difficult to deal with, well-equipped, highly skilled in combat.
"Luckily, there aren’t any powerful casting units."
Duncan observed the Barbarian priests, the highest was just one-star silver gray, it seems the Norse Pantheon faction’s main focus isn’t here, those powerful Barbarian priests might be on the battlefield of Germania’s two river defense line.
Perhaps secretly fighting against the Hermitage Holy Hall, vying for the ultimate ownership of human faith.
The enemies across the river seem to have discovered them.
After a wave of warnings, soon over ten riders came to drive them away, probably they were Barbarian scout riders.
"They’re still coming?"
Looking at the somewhat uneasy expressions of the light cavalry beside him, Duncan thought for a moment and said, "You all roam to attract their attention."
"Leave the rest to me!"
Now that they’re here.
If we don’t kill some of their morale to establish authority, tomorrow’s battle will be even tougher.
——Saxon pirate riders.
The enemy forces have two different markers, one marked as regular soldiers, the other marked as ’pirates’, these dozen riders are pirate-born riders, they’ve joined another Barbarian light cavalry, roughly encircling with more than thirty riders.
The scout captain here is a young man named Jill, not an official knight, but likely of noble birth, his combat skills higher than others.
He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to follow Duncan’s orders and attract the enemy over.
At that time he saw Duncan alone repelling over ten Barbarian noble riders.
Duncan, who has been through countless battles until now, cautiously noted those special marked units, and whether there were Barbarian priests nearby, then rode out directly to face the Saxon pirate riders.
The Saxon pirate rider captain directly fell off the horse and died, this sudden scene left those Saxon pirates astonished.
The Saxon pirate rider captain mysteriously died, one arrow shot straight to the forehead, shocking them into scattering, slowing their horse running speed, expressions full of fear, unable to pursue nor retreat.
Duncan, unhurriedly, put another arrow on the bow.
Since they’re here, at least five or six heads need to be collected before leaving, the Saxon Barbarian might have some combat skills he hasn’t claimed yet.
Duncan rode directly forward, his riding skill far surpassed Saxons, reaching the level of Grassland Hungarians elite riders, truly if it comes to horse warfare, he wasn’t very afraid.
Thus, in the open area across the Barbarian, an extremely eerie scene appeared.
Saxons sent over thirty riders to chase down the scouting light cavalry, while on the other side chasing three to five light cavalry all over the map, and Duncan unhurriedly facing the enemy head-on, in just a short time, those Saxon pirate riders actually collapsed.
The screen turned to him alone chasing down over ten Saxon pirate riders, even having the spare effort to turn back to intercept another group of Barbarian cavalry.
A quiver’s arrows were shot empty.
The arrows Duncan carried were always few, because his quiver was custom-made, usually holding 6-12 arrows, belonging to Ranger Quiver, like those used by elves, can secure arrows, won’t fall during movement, locations are fixed, allowing one to instantly pull the corresponding arrow for the position.
Typically, there would be one or two Armor-Piercing Arrows specifically inside, but limited by the backward current era levels, he hasn’t specially prepared.
Mongolian Armor-Piercing Arrows are heavy arrows, Longbow’s arrows are also heavy arrows, these all require special customization.
English longbowmen’s arrows, usually about 90 cm long, normal arrows range from 50 to 70 cm, this near-meter-long heavy arrow, can shoot a person directly through.