Anya leaned against the tree and suddenly made a sound of surprise. Ye Yinzhu, who was just about to start cultivating, opened her eyes again.
"What's wrong? Sister Anya. "
Anya touched the ground with her hand and brought some dirt to her nose. After sniffing it, she said, "There seems to be a large group passing by here. Orc's aura is very strong. "
The elves' sense of smell was very sensitive, especially in a place like the forest, which was full of the smell of nature. Once one's natural life force was affected by other auras, it would immediately attract the attention of the elves.
"Main force? I'm guessing Fort Solomon is making a move. "
Anya shook her head. After passing through Fort Solomon, they had been flying in the Northern Wilderness for a day. Now, they were only a day away from their destination. "Yinzhu, something doesn't seem right. Our route took us through the more remote parts of Fort Solomon. Otherwise, the dwarves wouldn't have chosen this place as their habitat. "
Ye Yinzhu was shocked. "Sister Anya, you mean …"
Anya nodded and said, "It's very possible. No, we can't rest. It was better to hurry to the dwarves' side as soon as possible. It's good that they're fine. If Solomon's Orcs want to harm them, we can also help. "
Ye Yinzhu glanced at Hong Ling, who had fallen into a deep sleep. "Hong Ling has consumed a lot of energy. It seems that she can't transform for the time being."
Anya was taken aback. She thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll fly you. You take it."
Ye Yinzhu said, "No, you've already flown for a day, you've consumed a lot of your transcendence energy. If they continued flying for another day. Even the Dwarves didn't have enough power to help them. Why don't we take a break first and continue our journey in an hour? At that time, I'll use my qi to help Hong Ling. She should be able to fly with some difficulty. "
Anya thought about it and said, "That's the only way."
Although an hour's time wasn't long, as a Purple Ranked Ranker, it was enough for her to recover most of her strength. …
Monto stared coldly at the hill in front of him. He raised his hand and the Orc soldiers behind him immediately stopped. As one of the commanders of Orc, Monto was not only brave, but he also had the rare wisdom of Orc. He was the most famous expert of the Bear Tribe. His position in Solomon Fortress was second only to the Chief of the Solomon Tribe and the King of Solomon Beaumont.
At this moment, behind Meng Tuo. There were two legions in total. There was a werewolf light cavalry corps and a werebear heavy infantry corps. These two legions were groomed by him and could be said to be his direct subordinates. In the entire world of Orc. They were the elites of the elites. One-on-one battles and an army battle were two completely different concepts. Meng Tuo had always looked down on the Raijin Tribe. He firmly believed that in a battle between armies, as long as the opponent was not the Beaumont behemoth, he was confident that he could defeat any enemy of the same number.
This time, he only had one goal in bringing two entire legions to this remote place. Solomon Fortress attached great importance to this operation. Other than these two main battle legions, he also brought a Golden Behemoth and two Silver Beaumont behemoths, a total of ten Beaumont behemoths. At this moment, the Golden Behemoth commander, Oliver, was standing beside him. They looked at the hill area in front of them.
Oliver looked at Meng Tuo doubtfully and said: "Meng Tuo, is it here? It doesn't look like there are any traces of those dwarves! "
Meng Tuo opened the sheepskin map in his hand and looked at it carefully, "It can't be wrong, it's here. The person who gave us the information would not dare to lie. Those dwarves are very good at hiding. According to the information, they are hiding in the caves in these hills. I really didn't expect that the dwarves had actually been living within the sphere of influence of our Solomon Tribe. Wait till we catch these dwarves. Before long, our Solomon Tribe will definitely be able to replace the Raijin Tribe and become the largest tribe in Orc. "
Oliver was stunned for a moment, "Why is that? Those dwarves who only know how to drink are nothing. I can trample a few of them to death with one foot. I really don't understand what Chief Adoni is thinking, to actually place so much importance on these dwarves. "
Meng Tuo frowned but did not say much. He knew that it was meaningless to discuss the importance of the dwarves with this simple-minded Golden Behemoth in front of him.
"Carry out Chief Adoni's order. Try your best not to kill any dwarves. If possible, don't even use force. Pass down my order, the Wolf Riders will be divided into ten groups and surround this hill area. The Bear Riders will spread out in formation and advance in a single line. "
They were indeed the elites of Orc. Once Meng Tuo's order was passed down, the twenty thousand Orc soldiers moved. Ten groups of Wolf Riders, each group of a thousand people, turned into ten streaks of smoke in the blink of an eye and rushed out from both sides. They quickly surrounded the hill area in front of them. Their lightning speed was much faster than the human Eric Myron's cavalry. Of course, in terms of combat power, they could not compare to Eric Myron.
The heavy infantry of the Bear Riders were all wearing rough armor. Although Orc had the natural mining paradise of the Far North Wastelands, their forging skills were too crude. Some of the armors on the Bear Riders even looked like they were wearing ores on their bodies. However, the Bear Riders were Bear Riders after all. These big fellows were more than four meters tall, and the ground trembled when they walked. They held a huge tower shield that was three meters tall in their left hand, and waved a long-handled war hammer in their right hand. If any light cavalry touched them, they would meet a nightmarish end.
Boom, the heavy infantry of the Bear Riders spread out in a single line formation and took a step forward at the same time. This was ten thousand heavy infantry! Although they could not faintly surround the hill area like the Wolf Riders, they brought great pressure to their advance.
Meng Tuo arrived in front of the hill under the escort of ten giant Beaumont beasts. The hill in front of them was still extremely calm. Apart from the various cold plants that grew on the hill, there did not seem to be any signs of life.
Meng Tuo raised his hand again, and the heavy infantry of the Bear Riders roared at the same time. The tower shield in their left hand fell heavily on the ground, and the sharp part of the tower shield pierced into the soil, forming a solid layer of defense on the huge shield. Even the charge of ordinary human heavy cavalry could not break through the defense of the tower shield that was as thick as half a foot. After all, it was made from pure iron ore. Only a strong unit like the Bear Riders could use it.
A cold light flashed in Meng Tuo's eyes, and he said calmly, "It seems that the dwarves do not intend to welcome our arrival. General Oliver, I'll have to trouble you to tell them that a guest has arrived. "
Oliver laughed sinisterly, and his eyes emitted a bloodthirsty light. The golden fur on his body shone brightly under the sunlight. He strode directly to the small hill in front of him that was only tens of meters tall.
"Giant Beaumont beasts, Land Invincibility. Giant Beaumont beasts, Land Invincibility. "
Twenty thousand orc soldiers shouted in unison, creating a huge sound wave. It was so loud that even the plants on the hill trembled.
Oliver quickly stood at the top of the hill. Listening to the shouts of the Orc soldiers, he roared towards the sky, and hammered his sturdy chest with both fists, producing a loud bang. A pale Golden light instantly covered his body. Even Meng Tuo who was at the bottom of the hill couldn't help but praise the crazy aura. In terms of combat power, the Beaumont beasts of the Orc tribe would always be number one.
Oliver's huge body suddenly arched backwards, and he raised both his arms at the same time. When his arched body bounced back with the help of his waist, his fists had already heavily hammered the hill beneath his feet.
Boom — — A huge roar, and an indescribably huge tremor. The Golden light was suddenly released, and a violent aura swept across the surroundings in the blink of an eye.
The Orc soldiers' shouts became even more frenzied. In an instant, soil flew everywhere. Under the bombardment of the Golden Behemoth Oliver's fists, half of the hill beneath his feet had been blasted away. The violent soil hit the Tower Shields, producing countless loud bangs. Even the heavy infantry of the Bearmen had difficulty blocking the Tower Shields. The violent soil hit the Tower Shields, producing countless loud bangs. Even the heavy infantry of the Bearmen had difficulty blocking the Tower Shields. How could an ordinary Orc compare to a Level Nine Golden Behemoth?
Oliver spread his arms and laughed out loud. "Listen up, shorties in the hill. I, Lord Beaumont, am here to find trouble with you. Come out, all of you. Otherwise, I will flatten this small hill of yours. It will be as simple as flattening your mother's breasts. "
The arrogant mockery instantly caused the Orc soldiers to burst into laughter, especially the nine Beaumont beasts standing behind Meng Tuo. At this moment, seeing the tyrannical strength of their leader, their eyes were filled with bloodlust. Thirst for slaughter and war. This was the nature of the Beaumont beasts. The beastly nature of the Wolf Riders and the heavy infantry of the Bearmen were also raised to the peak under the influence of Oliver's destructive attacks. This was the morale, and it was also the scene that Meng Tuo wanted to see.
"Boasting shamelessly. Whose father are you? Be careful, or I will beat you up so badly that even your mother won't recognize you. "
A wild and rough voice sounded from the center of the hill. Countless strange people came out from there.
Wearing a double-horned helmet on his head and chain mail on his body, he was about 1.4 meters tall and had broad shoulders that were close to a meter wide. He waved the double-edged battle axe in his hands and soon covered more than ten hills in the center of the hills. From the looks of it, there were at least three thousand of them.
Dwarves. That's right, they were dwarves. From the outside, the dwarves seemed to look the same. This was because they all had whiskers on their faces, and it was difficult to see their faces clearly. Although their bodies were covered in armor, one could see from their broad shoulders how sturdy their bodies were. The dwarves only had two types of weapons. One was a short-handled battle axe, and the other was a short-handled battle hammer. The seemingly heavy weapons were obviously not something that the heavy infantry of the Bearmen could compare to.
The eight dwarves at the front were different from the other dwarves. They had two weapons, and their bodies were exceptionally sturdy. They were even about 1.6 meters tall. The dwarf at the front was wearing armor that was completely bright silver. His beard was the most unique, and it was actually a fiery red. He looked majestic as he was surrounded by the other dwarves, and he was glaring angrily at Golden Behemoth Oliver. He was obviously the one who said that. In his hands was a pair of short-handled battle hammers. The heads of the hammers were in the shape of octagonal plum blossoms, and it was obvious that they were bloodthirsty weapons.
Even though a height of 1.6 meters was quite good for dwarves, compared to the 17 meters tall Golden Behemoth, this red-bearded dwarf was only one-tenth of Oliver's height.
Oliver laughed loudly, and looked at the dwarves in front of him with a disdainful gaze. "Little Shorties, look at your three-inch nails. It's really funny. I didn't expect humans to have such a mutation. Haha, I'm dying of laughter. "
The red-bearded dwarf's expression couldn't be seen because of his beard, but it was clear from his eyes that he was furious to the extreme.
"General Oliver. Please shut up. "
Monto had already come to Oliver's side at some point, and stopped him from laughing at the dwarves.
In the Orc army. Perhaps only Monto was well-equipped. His entire body was covered in heavy armor, and it looked majestic on his five-meter-tall giant Bearmen body. The long-handled battle hammer in his hands was also many times better than the other Bearmen's. A pair of crystal-yellow eyes stared at the red-bearded dwarf, and said, "Excuse me, are you the chief of the dwarves?"
The red-bearded dwarf did not answer. Suddenly, he roared angrily, and jumped up from where he was. No one expected his jumping ability to be so amazing. He was like a cannonball, and charged towards Oliver. Every time he crossed a hill, he would step heavily on the hill with the tips of his feet. He actually left countless marks on the rocky ground. Orc had underestimated the importance dwarves placed on dignity.
Oliver roared angrily, and instead of retreating, he charged in the direction of the red-bearded dwarf. When had the giant Beaumont ever feared an enemy's frontal attack?
"Go to hell."
The red-bearded dwarf used the last hill as a foothold, his short body leaping high into the air. The two huge silver warhammers in his hands were like a bolt of lightning as they smashed towards Oliver's head. Not to mention, with his jumping ability and jumping position, it was just enough to hit the Golden Behemoth Oliver's head. It was just enough to hit the Golden Behemoth Oliver's head.
Oliver roared as he met the attack, and had no intention of dodging. His terrifying Golden Fists, each half the size of the red-bearded dwarf's body, were raised fiercely, and met the opponent's battle hammers.
Boom — It was as if a bolt of lightning had exploded on a clear day, and the huge roar was deafening. The body of the Bearmen Heavy Infantry couldn't help but sway.
The red-bearded dwarf's body bounced back even faster than when he came. He still held his hammers tightly, and did not let them fall.
The Golden Behemoth Oliver stood where he was, and his eyes were filled with astonishment. He discovered that his hands were actually numb, and his legs had sunk to the knees into the rocks under his feet.
"Good strength!"
Oliver roared. He could not understand how the red-bearded dwarf could have such tyrannical strength with such a small body. Even he had almost been unable to withstand the two hammers that had struck him like five bolts of lightning. After the numbness in his hands gradually disappeared, the intense pain was something he had not experienced in a long time.
The red-bearded dwarf flew all the way back to the original hill, and when his feet landed, he took a dozen steps back. He was only able to stabilize himself with the help of his clansmen. The clansmen closest to him could clearly see that his hands were constantly trembling. Oliver was surprised, and the red-bearded dwarf was even more surprised. It should be known that dwarves had always had great strength, and he was the strongest among the dwarves. Although he was not tall, he had obtained the title of the strongest among the dwarves at the age of less than a hundred years, and became the leader of the tribe's warriors, the Hill Dwarf.
The lifespan of dwarves was about five hundred years, and a hundred-year-old dwarf was equivalent to a twenty-year-old human youth.
The red-bearded dwarf had already calmed down a lot, and thought to himself that the Golden Behemoth was indeed worthy of the title of Land Invincibility. The battle hammers in his hands had the effect of increasing strength, and were the best weapons among the dwarves, but they still did not gain any advantage over the Golden Behemoth. It seemed that today's battle was not optimistic for the dwarves.
Monto stopped Oliver, who was about to step forward and attack, and said in a deep voice, "Dwarf, please send out someone who can represent your tribe to talk to me."
The red-bearded dwarf stabilized his trembling hands, and snorted angrily, "What else is there to talk about? I, the Dwarf Tribe's strongest warrior, Lutes, am standing here. If you have anything to say, say it to me. You despicable, dirty Orc, aren't you trying to invade our territory? If our Dwarf Race was at its peak, would you dare to attack us so brazenly? "
Monto's emotions were not affected by the dwarf Lutes' anger. His five-meter-tall body stood there, and his aura was no weaker than that of the Golden Behemoth Oliver beside him.
"Dwarven warriors, we did not come here to start a war. But there is one thing you must understand first. This is not your dwarven territory, but the sphere of influence of our Orc Solomon Tribe. You must have lived in our territory for many years. As neighbors, we have to come and greet you. Warrior Lutes, the chief of our tribe, the great King Solomon, hopes to cooperate with your tribe. We can provide you with enough metal to ensure your safety and livelihood. We only hope that you can forge weapons for us. "
Monto directly stated the purpose of this visit. As a Bearman, he was also the strongest commander of Fort Solomon. If they were facing other enemies, he would have commanded the army to attack. But it was different now. The dwarves in front of him were all experts in forging. The reason why Orc could not compete with humans was mainly because of the difference in weapons. If they could get the dwarves' help and support, it would not take long for Solomon Tribe to become the number one tribe in Orc, and they might even have the possibility to invade the human world.
"Hahahaha."
Lutes laughed, and his laughter was full of disdain, "You dirty, despicable Orc also want the help of the great dwarves? What did you say just now? You insulted our height. To the dwarves, this is the greatest humiliation. Even if we fight to the last of our tribesmen, we, the dwarves, will never compromise with you. "
Monto had underestimated the unbending character of the dwarves. If it weren't for their straightforwardness, the dwarves wouldn't have fallen to this state. They had to quietly hide in the orc's territory to live an ignoble existence. After many years of hiding, these hot-tempered dwarves were filled with the flames of battle. Although they were facing enemies six to seven times their number, they did not have the slightest bit of fear. Under Lutes' strong declaration of war, all the dwarven warriors did not hesitate to raise their weapons in their hands.
Monto frowned. The mission that King Solomon Adoni gave him was to cooperate with the dwarves as much as possible. Even if they had to fight, they had to capture as many dwarves as possible so that they could become craftsmen in the tribe.
"Lutes, do you want the dwarves to be destroyed because of your recklessness? Look carefully. Standing in front of you now are 10,000 of Solomon Tribe's most elite Bearman heavy infantry and 10,000 of the fastest elite Wolf Cavalry. You don't even have a chance to escape. Moreover, I have 10 Beaumont powerhouses by my side. With the power of Land Invincibility, how can you contend against them? Since I came here this time, I did not intend to go back empty-handed. You'd better discuss it with your tribesmen. Don't let the dwarves be destroyed in your hands. "
Suppressing the raging fighting spirit in his heart, Monto tried to make the dwarves compromise. However, when he said that they didn't even have a chance to escape, all the dwarves were already boiling. Although dwarves weren't tall, they were extremely arrogant. Since ancient times, not a single dwarf would choose to escape from a battle. Monto's words directly insulted the dwarves' dignity, causing the dwarves' last bit of rationality to be buried by anger.
"Fight!"
Lutes roared at the sky, and the twin hammers in his hands knocked heavily on the top of his head, causing a loud sound.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
All the dwarves roared at the same time, and waved the weapons in their hands. Three thousand elite dwarven warriors quickly found the best position, and stood on the top of the five tallest hills in the center of the hilly area.
"Why are you wasting words with these dwarves? Let's do it. "
Oliver's blood was already boiling from the collision with Lutes just now. He couldn't wait to attack. Although there were autumn defense battles every year, to Golden Behemoth, there were too few opportunities to fight. It was not easy to meet an opponent of equal strength, and his hands were already itching.
There was a limit to Monto's patience. At least, he felt that he had given the dwarves enough face by probing them twice. However, these short fellows had no intention of compromising, and this made the Orc commander angry. In the world of Orc, the strong were respected. It was not too late to talk after defeating the other party's confidence. Thus, he swung his right hand down heavily, and the Solomon tribe's war against the dwarves finally began.
The Wolf Riders did not move. As mobile troops, the hilly area was not suitable for them to fight. The ten thousand Wolf Riders were still divided into ten teams, and they patrolled around the hilly area, observing the situation on the battlefield. Once the dwarves broke through the encirclement and escaped, the long blades in the hands of the Wolf Riders would become the most effective weapon to stop them. The ten thousand heavy infantry of the Bearmen were the true main force of this battle.
Under the command of the captains of the Bearmen teams, the tower shields were raised again, and the Bearmen army began their advance.
The Bearmen did not advance very quickly. After all, their bodies were too big, and the equipment on them was astonishingly heavy. However, every step they took would cause the hilly area to shake like an earthquake. They slowly approached the dwarves with the pressure of Mt. Tai.
It was not easy for the ten thousand unintelligent Bearmen to remain calm during the process of advancing. They did not make any noise, only the deep and bloodthirsty breathing, and the muffled sound of their advancing footsteps.
The dwarves did not move. Although they were rash and impulsive, it did not mean that they did not have intelligence. With three thousand against ten thousand, they were already at a huge disadvantage in terms of numbers. Although the dwarves had always been strong, they were not arrogant enough to think that they were stronger than the over four meter tall Bearmen with giant tower shields. Thus. They occupied the high ground and waited for the Bearmen to attack. To them, this was the best method.
The hills were conquered by the Bearmen, and the army of ten thousand was getting closer and closer to the dwarves. The pressure was also getting stronger and stronger. This kind of army level battle could easily make people feel suffocated. Although the equipment of the Bearmen was crude, their defense and strength were great. It was enough to make up for these shortcomings. What's more, they had an outstanding commander.
Mento did not move forward. The messenger beside him kept waving the flag in his hand. He commanded the Bearmen army according to Mento's instructions. The ten thousand heavy infantry of the Bearmen quickly surrounded the five hills in the center. At the same time. They also started to attack.
"Raise the crossbows."
The Dwarf Warrior Lutes suddenly roared. The orderly formation of the dwarves quickly separated. At this time, the heavy infantry of the Bearmen were still three hundred meters away from them.
Hearing Lutes' roar, Mento's expression changed, and he roared, "Speed up, attack."
The front row of Bearmen soldiers. They quickly began to charge towards the top of the hill. At this time, from the center of the five hills, a strange big thing was pushed up by the dwarves.
It was a special kind of metal carriage, its width and length were almost equal. At the front was a huge metal strip that flashed with a faint light, and at the back were many complicated structures. It was actually in the shape of a crossbow. It was actually in the shape of a crossbow. But compared to the crossbows used by humans, the size of these crossbow carts was too big. Their width and length exceeded five meters, and they were pushed to the top of the hill by six strong dwarves. There were wheels at the bottom of the crossbow carts. Each of the crossbow carts had eight wheels to support them, and at the same time, there were five huge metal crossbow bolts that were as thick as a duck egg and over three meters long. The tips of the crossbow bolts shone with a faint dark Gold, and it was unknown what they were made of. Soon, a total of one hundred crossbow carts were pushed to the top of the five hills. At this time, the slow Bearmen soldiers were still two hundred meters away from the dwarves.
The crossbow bolts were already strung, and the eerie cold light looked very terrifying under the sunlight. The Bearmen heavy infantry charging at the front almost simultaneously felt a chill, and subconsciously raised their heads.
A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Mento's back. He knew that he still underestimated these dwarves. As the most famous forging clan, how could the dwarves not have some defensive weapons? The reason why they did not take them out before was to confuse him. At this time, the Bearmen army was definitely in the opponent's firing range, and it was already impossible to adjust.
"Raise the shields."
Mento only had time to roar. However, his voice was still a bit too late for the Bearmen soldiers at the front.
At the same time Lutes coldly waved his warhammer, the one hundred crossbow carts released their roars at the same time. Five hundred thick crossbow bolts shot out with an eerie and cold aura. Such huge crossbow bolts did not make any sound when they were shot. Only the bowstrings of the crossbow carts were vibrating rapidly.
Weng — — The Bearmen heavy infantry formation was so dense that they did not even need to aim. Following the buzzing of the crossbow carts' bowstrings, a dazzling and poignant mist of blood had already exploded on the hills.
It was a dazzling flower of blood! The shockingly thick tower shields were no longer indestructible in front of the crossbow bolts fired by the huge crossbow carts. The huge crossbow bolts let out a powerful roar, and the tower shields that were facing them were actually blasted apart.
The craftsmanship of the Orc race's tower shields was really not praiseworthy, and even the thickness was different. The thick tower shields were directly blasted into pieces, along with their owners, while the thin tower shields were directly penetrated.
The five hundred crossbow bolts took the lives of hundreds of Bearmen heavy infantry almost immediately. They were like soul-reaping emissaries from hell, easily taking away the valiant lives. No matter how strong the defenses of the Bearmen were, they could not contend against the huge crossbow bolts made of special metals and as thick as duck eggs! As long as they were hit, not a single Bearman could escape. Even the luckiest would lose the ability to fight after their bodies were pierced through.
Without needing Lutes' orders, the dwarves pushing the carts quickly got to work, taking out a new wave of huge crossbow bolts and loading them into the crossbow carts. It required four dwarven warriors to pull the crossbow at the same time, and the four moving wheels on the crossbow carts could only be slowly pulled back. One had to know that each moving wheel could reduce the pulling force by one fold. Even so, they still needed to pull the crossbow. It was clear how powerful the crossbow carts were.
Monto's reaction was very fast, and the soldiers under him were also elites. Seeing the bursts of blood, he actually calmed down. He was rejoicing that he did not underestimate the dwarves too much and brought the most elite and defensive Bearmen heavy infantry. If it was any other main force, perhaps they would only see the Orc barbecue. The tyrannical crossbow bolts could completely penetrate any armor, and the Bearmen's tower shields and their bodies prevented the crossbow bolts from reaching their comrades behind them.
"Charge."
These two cold words became Monto's new order. With his permission, the ten Beaumont beasts also set off.
With Monto's experience in battles, he could see the weakness of the crossbow carts at a glance. Although the crossbow carts were very powerful, the speed at which they were loaded was too slow. The hills were not high, only two or three hundred meters high. In such a short distance, the crossbow carts had only appeared at the last moment in order to achieve the effect of surprise. Even though they were unprepared, these crossbow carts were destined to be unable to fire more times. What was the use of a powerful weapon if it could not unleash its true power?
Munto was shocked, and so was the number one warrior of the dwarves, Lutes. He didn't expect the defense of these bearmen to be so strong. In his original plan, these crossbow chariots, which the dwarves had accumulated through countless years of hard work, would take away at least a few lives of their opponents every time they fired. The arrowheads of these crossbow bolts were mixed with an extremely hard metal like Mother Steel. Their penetrative power was unparalleled. Even a tamed dragon would not be able to withstand the impact of these bolts. They were the dwarves' greatest secret weapons. However, the bodies of these Bearmen and their tower shields were too thick. Although the crossbow bolts were powerful, they usually did not have enough power after piercing through a Bearman soldier's body, and were blocked by the tower shields behind. It could be said that the configuration of these Bearmen's heavy infantry was the perfect counter to the crossbow carts.
Just as Monto expected, when the Bearmen's heavy infantry rushed up the hill, the crossbow carts fired twice more. Although these two shots took away more lives, causing them to lose more than a thousand Bearmen before they truly came into contact with their opponents, they were still close. The dwarves no longer had the chance to pull away from their killing weapons.
The battle had begun. Contrary to Orc's commander Monto, who stood at the back and commanded, Lutes was the first to meet the Bearmen's heavy infantry.
His cannonball like body shot up in an instant. Although the huge silver warhammers in his hands were nothing compared to the Bearmen's bodies, the Bearmen's infantry could only understand how terrifying the power of these two warhammers was when they actually came into contact with them.
It was as if they had collided with a ramming car. Under the bombardment of the warhammers, the tower shield of a Bearman's infantry was instantly shattered. His huge body and his equipment weighed more than a thousand kilograms! He was actually sent flying by this tyrannical hammer, falling into the ranks of the heavy cavalry far away. All the bones in his body were shattered, and it seemed like he would not survive.
After killing the enemy with one hammer strike, Lutes' morale soared. He roared towards the sky, "Dwarven warriors, protect your homeland. It is time for you men to show your strength. Kill! "
The battle cries spread to every corner of the five hills in an instant. The real battle had begun.
Before coming here, all the Orc soldiers had received Monto's order to capture as many dwarves as possible. When the battle began, these Bearmen's heavy infantry were inevitably a little fearful. However, the dwarves did not think so. To them, these Orc soldiers were villains who invaded their homeland. Only by completely destroying their opponents could they protect their homeland.
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