Chapter 774, Decisive Battle at Titan's Gate (to Be Continued)

Four flickering lights and shadows appeared behind the King of Bafeng Mountain, which were the heroic spirits of the ancestors.

"Under the power of Valaya, the heroic spirits of the ancestors return to the mortal world." The white dwarf Grim Brindale swung his battle axe, every blow of his was full of ancient power, Vala Ya's power extended from the white dwarf, illuminating the battlefield.

The white dwarf swung the shiny and huge battle-axe like a god descending from the earth, freely reaping the lives of the surrounding greenskins. The blood of the orcs stained his cloak red, forming streams on his winding beard, and then With a thunderous blow, another green-skinned warlord fell in front of him.

On the battlefield, there is a flash of light. It is the call of the ancestors, which is the echo of the ancient times. Every member of the Angrund clan has sensed the kind whispers and serious reprimands of their ancestors, and the voice is warm. The earth is as the fire that burns in the chimney, and it is as firm as the ore of the deepest part of the earth.

A strong mutation enveloped the battlefield. First, a dwarf heroic spirit wearing a feathered helmet appeared behind Bellegar.

His long beard showed his identity, the warhammer in his hand was shining with the glory of his ancestors, his voice was so familiar, but so far away, as if his existence was just an illusion, but as time went on, , this dwarf heroic spirit is changing from unreal to something real.

"That's King Loen!"

"The ancestors are above!"

"Granni's mine, it's really King Loen!" The dwarf warriors of the Angrund clan were so excited that their eyes filled with tears. They gathered around the heroic spirit of King Loen, shouting the names of their ancestors .

In the midst of everyone's attention, King Loen spoke: "The shame of defeat for centuries will be wiped away! Join my banner, and the Angrund clan will surely be revived!"

"Ahhh!"

The second ancestor heroic spirit appeared, that is the legendary dragon slaying warrior, Halkenhaver-Yanbeard, the greatest warrior in the history of the Angrund clan, he raised his battle axe: "This time, no matter Be it a troll, an orc or a despicable goblin, don't let anyone get in my way!"

The momentum of the dwarves was all day long, but everything was not over yet. The third ancestor heroic spirit, the greatest rune craftsman in the history of the Angrund clan, Troni Iron Eyebrow, also appeared. He didn't say a word, because No need, the ancient dwarf rune master once fought side by side with the gods of the dwarven ancestors, and he is as noble as a god in the hearts of all dwarves.

Finally, the fourth ancestral heroic spirit, the genius engineering master of the Angrund clan, Delama-Hammerfist took the musket from Halhaver-Gold Digger from the white dwarf, and the fiery-tempered ancestral heroic spirit roared: "We were once outnumbered,

We tried our best but failed. Today, we swear that this situation will not happen again. Clan Angrund will be revived in the mountains again! "

Four ancestral heroic spirits and four sanctuary powerhouses joined the battlefield.

In the end, countless rune marks erupted from Bellega's body. At this moment, the king of Bafeng Mountain officially advanced to the sanctuary level.

"Raise your weapon, dwarf, move forward! It's time to cleanse the hatred!" Bellegar finally moved, and he raised the holy hammer full of great new strength: "For ~ Eight Peaks Mountain!!!"

"Ahhhh!" A strong gust of wind raged across the battlefield, the ground seemed to tremble under his feet, every note was like thunder passing through the clouds, the air was filled with a long-lasting and low-pitched roar, and the dwarf army followed Baelor Jia began to charge, and under the leadership of the white dwarf and the four ancestor spirits, the dwarves went forward indomitably.

Angrund's sworn guards and the Brotherhood of Steel formed the battering ram behind Belegar, and they charged back at the greenskins amidst the white dwarf's chants. They jumped high and smashed heavily on the orc's head , On this day, the dwarves' hammers and axes will be bloody.

The successive changes caused the greenskins to lose their helmets and armor, panicked and panicked, and their morale finally ushered in a collapse.

At this time, on the hillside to the north, artillery roared, and King Kazador of Iron Peak Castle had just swung his giant ax and chopped a green skin in half, when his nephew Kazrael came to the king's side: "Uncle, Look at the Angrunds! They're fighting back!"

"They followed the king to fight back!" Khazador looked cold, and he just looked at his nephew one more time: "Moustache, hold your battle flag, the dwarves of Iron Peak Castle are by no means inferior to his people in Belgar! "

"Yes!" The king's nephew proudly supported the battle flag of Iron Peak Castle.

At this time, the army of Iron Peak Castle had also confronted the green leather army led by Skarsnik himself. King Khazador could clearly feel that due to Belegar's counterattack and the most elite black orc army, Eight Peaks Mountain Madness The gangsters had suffered heavy losses under the impact of the Knight King and the magic attack. The strength of Skarsnik's army had been greatly weakened, and its morale was also very weak.

But despite this, King Kazador was also very clear that the Bafeng Mountain warrior should never be underestimated. He ordered the Iron Peak Castle army to fight steadily and not to advance rashly.

"Hey! Green thing, try this!" Sorek Iron Eyebrow raised his rune hammer and struck it hard on the final anvil: "Boom!"

The greenskins could feel the ground trembling.

"Hard Master Rune!"

"Steel Oath Rune!"

"Rage Rune of Destruction!"

So terrible was the power of Sorek-Ironbrow that when the dwarf rune master struck the final anvil in the name of Grimnir, the god of war, the power of the runes darkened the sky on Eight Peaks, The earth split open, pouring out fire and brimstone.

Skarsnik saw with his own eyes that the huge green-skin army was being wiped out, its country was being turned into a sea of ​​flames, and countless green-skinned boys sacrificed in vain. The Bafengshan warrior finally decided to go into battle in person. He rushed into the green-skinned queue, everyone Roaring the slogan of the Evil Moon Clan, it encouraged the greenskins and goblins to muster up their courage to fight again, because only by fighting to the end can there be a chance of victory, otherwise the ending will only be slaughtered in vain.

Then Bafeng Mountain Warlord suddenly took out a whistle from his arms, and it blew the whistle immediately, and at the same time, the hundreds of night goblins beside it all learned and learned, and all blew the whistle.

The sound of hundreds of whistles spread throughout the battlefield. To the great surprise of the expeditionary army and the Iron Peak Fort army, the greenskins who had been fleeing in all directions recovered their morale. Kasnik's side!

Then, a new evil moon banner was raised behind Skarsnik!

"For the sake of brother Mao, for the city of eight pillars!"

"Waaaagh!"

The morale of the greenskins has returned!

Seeing the greenskins regroup and retreat, Bellegar Hammer, who was unable to catch up, laughed loudly when he saw this scene. The King of Eight Peaks shouted loudly: "Very good! This is the Skarsnik I know , Bafeng Mountain Warrior! Without this level, how could it have been able to roam the evil land for decades? Fight me for decades?"

"But today, it will usher in a shameful failure!" The white dwarf came to Belegar's side and ordered loudly: "Warriors, follow the king and charge!"

"For Bellegar, for Eight Peaks Mountain!"

"Soldiers, the time to counterattack has come, charge with me!" Ryan also mounted the Griffon Impris, and the King of Knights shouted: "Fix it!"

"For the lady and the king, for Britannia!" The army of knights also assembled under the king's order, rolling towards the greenskin army.

When the wind blows from the north, the banner flies.

The battle is raging on all sides, and tens of thousands of troops are on the battlefield, fighting desperately.

Blood flowed, and corpses piled up into mountains.

The human cavalry brigade rushed the fastest, and Juan Carlos Spectator led a group of Sun Knights to charge all the way, and finally got close to the green-skinned army formation, and a very strong green-skinned warlord was oncoming Slok-Broken Tooth, a green-skinned warlord riding a war boar, burly, wearing heavy armor, holding a big axe, and directly killing Juan with a menacing manner.

Confronting this tall green-skinned warlord, Juan looked much smaller. With just one move, the Yanyang sword in Juan's hand was bounced by the giant axe. The green-skinned warlord Slok-Broken Tooth Seeing that he was about to chop Juan off his horse with a backhand blow.

But Juan was not in a hurry, the young Baron Biocari sneered, he put down his sword directly, and then reached out from under the saddle to take out two dwarven rune four-shot guns, facing Slok-Broken Tooth The head is all round.

"Bang! Bang bang bang~!"

The sound of firecrackers sounded repeatedly, and Juan emptied the magazine directly. The green-skinned warlord whose head was smashed fell to the pig, and then was rushed up by Juan's attendants to behead with swords. Juan immediately raised the green-skinned warlord. The head of the warlord roared, "For Mirmidia!"

"Myrmidia protects me!" The morale of the Sun Knights soared. They shouted the name of the Goddess of War and charged towards Skarsnik under the leadership of Juan.

At this time, the Bafeng Mountain warrior has already fought against King Kazador of Iron Peak Castle, and the sword of Skarsnik is fighting against the Iron Peak Hammer in the hands of King Kazador. This weapon is made of the purest meteorite iron. Forged and handed down by the king's ancestors from the days of Grungni to the present, the rune of the hammer gleamed in the cold wind, for it was for such battles that it was made.

Although Skarsnik's strength is the legendary pinnacle of King Khazador at the beginning of the sanctuary, this Eight Peaks warrior is really not very proficient in melee combat, and he is facing a dwarf king who is extremely good at fighting. The two sides directly fought 50-50, and even Skarsnik faintly lost to King Khazador, and its favorite Gobra was dealing with the dwarf rune master Sorek Iron Eyebrow, who was also defeated by the opponent. The lightning and flames bī) summoned from the anvil are dangerous.

"You are going to die here today, Bafeng Mountain Warrior, your hatred will be liquidated, and your body will be thrown into the fire and reduced to ashes." Snik bī) retreated, if the sword of Skarsnik was not covered with poison, the king would have hammered the Bafengshan warrior into a cake.

"Really?" Skarsnik said with a sinister smile, "Do you think my persistence is meaningless?"

"Your persistence? Very good, I like it very much! Because we don't accept any surrender!" King Khazador's hatred for the greenskins went deep into his bone marrow, and the Black Hammer Guards of King Iron Peak Castle were harvesting the greenskin army. The Black Orc Legion and the Outlaw Legion of Eight Peaks came to fight against this brave king's guard, and the rest of Skarsnik's army could no longer withstand the attack of the Hammer Warriors and Ironbreaker Warriors.

At this time, it is impossible to call back these two elites, because Ryan is personally leading the knights who have suffered heavy casualties to sweep away the remaining black orcs and night goblins with the force of the wind and raging waves. The army was wiped out, and while the two were talking, Ryan and Calad slaughtered three more black orcs and chopped off their heads. Facing these two terrifying warbosses, even the brave and fearless black orcs were defeated , turned around and fled.

"Hey!" Skarsnik said that Goblin was indeed no match for King Khazador in terms of wrist strength. After more than a dozen rounds of continuous confrontation, the Eight Peaks Mountain warrior retreated quickly, and it gave up the duel. The green A smile suddenly appeared on Warlord Pi Da's face: "Perseverance, it makes sense, stupid beard!"

"Toot~toot~" Just to the south of the battlefield of this tragic battle, horns and chaotic drums sounded suddenly.

A gigantic wyvern emerged from the sky, and the green-skinned warlord Gerke-Jieya rode on the wyvern. This savage and foul-smelling lizard was releasing a terrible roar, and the following What Gerke-Jieya appeared was an army of 8,000 Dragon Cliff Fortresses!

Karak-Dragoncliff reinforcements have arrived! The green-skinned warlord Gerke-Jieya responded to Skarsnik's call for help. It personally led the army and appeared in the south, on the side of the expeditionary army!

"Waaaagh!"

"waaaaaaaaaagh!"

The appearance of the reinforcements made the green-skinned army that was fighting hard roar loudly. At this time, the two sides are still in a melee. If the reinforcements of Dragon Cliff Fort can directly attack the flanks of the expeditionary army from the side, then this battle can still be won. possible!

Skarsnik waved the sword of Skarsnik excitedly, and it shouted: "Lei, lei, hot big guy, reinforcements from our Xieyue clan, hot warlord from Dragon Cliff Fort, he Lei, lei! We won!"

"Waaaagh!" The green skins roared and cheered happily on the battlefield.

King Khazador looked serious. He glanced at Skarsnik, looked up at the sky, and grimly "hummed": "Do you think you are the only one with reinforcements? You idiot!"

"What?" Skarsnik looked at the sky, and then, the pupils of General Bafengshan constricted.

The horn of purity sounded, and above the sky, a group of Pegasus knights appeared. The Duke of Winford, François, the peak powerhouse in the sanctuary, personally led a group of Pegasus knights to the battlefield. The sword of the horned beast directly fought with the warlord of Dragon Cliff Fort Gerke-Jieya: "For the lady!"

The old man is here! Ryan shouted excitedly: "Soldiers! Duke Winford's Pegasus knights have arrived!"

On the other side of the battlefield, the green-skinned army of Longya Fort was still advancing, and two people appeared on their way forward, blocking the entire army.

A dwarf, shirtless, engraved with countless runes, fiery red hair shaved into a standard Mohawk head, fiery red beard trimmed rarely, holding a rune battle axe, his upper body Unleashing the power of the ancients, it is obvious that this is a powerful dwarf butcher.

A human with long blond hair, a handsome face, and elegant manners. He was wearing an enchanted full plate armor, a bright red cloak behind his chest, and a long rune sword in his hand.

"Wh... who is it? Give me your name!" the green skin of Longyabao shouted at the two people.

"Since you asked the question sincerely."

"Then I will tell you mercifully."

"To prevent the world from being destroyed."

"To protect the peace of the world."

"Sworn to the most failed butcher!"

"Curious and heroic bard!"

"Gorek!"

"Felix!"

"We are a wandering duo! A brilliant, splendid adventure awaits us!"

"That's it, let's fight!"