Chapter 2185 Rushing Into the Formation

The so-called "one brave champion" refers to two armies that are evenly matched, which one is more brave and which one has a better chance of winning.

But when the level of war reaches the level of Goliath, it can no longer be dealt with by being brave and fearless.

The lack of combat power can be made up for either with equipment, combat skills, or talent. There is no fourth possibility.

It stands to reason that the strength of several human adventurers is also extraordinary, but that is only compared to other human adventurers. Once they face Goliath, their disadvantages will become obvious.

Those swords, axes, and spears carrying the power of transformation accurately hit the veins of Goliath's thighs. They tried their best, but they only cut a few inches deep.

Goliath roared angrily, and his arms as thick as trees swept straight across, sweeping them away.

The human adventurer who was swept away struggled in the air for a few times, then fell heavily to the ground, sliding sideways. By the time he stopped, the smooth surface of the armor had been worn away, and a large area of ​​his exposed skin had also been worn away. A piece of flesh.

There was even a person who fainted directly at the moment of being swept, so that he had no chance to condense the power of transformation. In addition, due to the wrong landing posture, his right leg was instantly broken. After gliding all the way, that right leg Already twisted and deformed, completely disabled.

It was just this severe pain that actually woke him up. After he woke up, he looked at his twisted legs, suddenly gritted his teeth, and slashed straight towards the root of his thigh with the sharp blade in his hand.

Fortunately, the person next to him reacted in time and stopped him, otherwise the leg would have been chopped off by himself.

"Don't stop me!" The man gritted his teeth, and big beads of sweat fell to the floor. Every word he said seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "When I cut off this useless leg, You can charge again with your weapon!"

"You're crazy!" Another companion, who was less seriously injured, grabbed his knife and roared: "You're going to die!"

"So what if I die?" A flash of sternness flashed in his eyes: "I'm already disabled anyway, so what if I have to take this life again? As long as I can win this battle, even if I die, it's worth it!"

"Who said you are useless!"

A loud voice sounded from not far away, and everyone looked at him. They saw that this man had white beard and hair, and bright eyes. Although his face was as white as paper pulp, he could not hide his immortal air.

If it’s not Taylor, then who is it!

He took a few steps forward, leaned down, put his hands on the knees of the useless legs, and muttered a spell. After a while, bursts of green light emerged from the palms of his hands and penetrated into the man's knees. A few minutes later, The man suddenly screamed and fainted.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and were about to stop Taylor from rescuing him, but were stopped by the slightly injured human adventurer.

This group of adventurers who didn't know what was going on immediately quit and asked the person who stopped them one by one for an explanation. The adventurer pointed at him and said loudly: "Didn't you see that his useless legs? Are you undergoing bone recovery?"

A loud roar, like a wake-up call, made everyone stunned and stunned for a moment. They rushed to look at the useless leg. Only then did they realize that under the green light treatment, the twisted and deformed useless leg had become unconscious at some point. , came over.

Seeing this scene, they all rushed to praise Taylor's superb medical skills and miraculous healing skills.

When the slightly injured adventurer over there saw this, his eyes were cold and there was a hint of disdain in the corner of his mouth, obviously he didn't want to be associated with this group of cowardly wallflowers.

Soon, he turned his attention to me.

I, who had been watching the farce, saw him looking over, smiling and nodding.

The man didn't hesitate and strode over. He first glanced at Phoenix, who was nestling next to me, and suddenly became a little distracted.

I coughed a few times, and then he came back to his senses, saluted me in a panic, and said: "Master Prime Minister, with all due respect, can you please immediately send mecha puppet legions to help?"

Shaking my head, I said calmly: "It's not yet time."

The man frowned and his tone became less polite: "Then when will the time really come?"

"You are not weak. Don't you understand that in a battle between masters, you are most afraid of being disturbed?" I raised my chin and said calmly: "Do you know why Achilles didn't cast a spell when Goliath attacked you just now?" To help?"

The man's face darkened, he paused, and said: "Please ask the Prime Minister to clarify my doubts."

"That's because your sudden appearance disturbed Achilles's original plan and destroyed the fighting atmosphere he had been preparing for a long time."

After pondering for a moment, I continued: "Did you know that on this battlefield, the only warrior-adventurer who can be considered an elite in hundreds of battles is Achilles. If he is injured while saving you who rushed into the enemy's formation rashly, he will be killed." If you fail, tell me, how much damage will it cause to the morale of the entire army?"

"What you said, Prime Minister, is absolutely true." The adventurer suddenly tightened his expression, glanced in the direction of Goliath, and said nervously: "But now, the dwarf army and hundreds of orcs have all rushed into Goliath's position. This... What can we do!"

"It doesn't matter." I waved my hand: "The orcs may suffer, but the dwarves will definitely not."

"Why is this?" The adventurer did not dare to raise his head, for fear of being dazzled by Phoenix's peerless appearance again, so he just turned his gaze elsewhere.

I shook my head with a smile and said: "These orcs are just like you, relying on the bravery of one man, but the dwarves are different. Didn't you notice that when they marched, their military appearance was consistent, their steps were neat, and they were marching in formation? "

Hearing what I said, the adventurer immediately turned his head and stared at it for a few minutes. He couldn't help but take a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The prime minister really knows things well. I admire you."

"Okay" I waved my hand: "Go and see your comrade. He is probably recovering soon."

After hearing this, the man ran away as if running away.

As I expected, within ten minutes of Stowe and the other orcs joining the battle, they were blown away one by one.

Fortunately, these orcs who rushed into the battle were all thick-skinned and thick-skinned, so they were able to avoid the tragedy of broken bones and tendons, but they were also unavoidable from being bruised and swollen.

Different from the embarrassed orcs, the dwarf army's fighting posture is extremely calm. Although any one of them is no match for Goliath, when they are gathered together, they can actually hold back Goliath, making it unable to perform its functions. Attack the rear of the army.

Standing at the back of the dwarf legion, President Aulë showed his commanding talents. While commanding some members of the dwarf legion to block Goliath's attack, he also commanded another part of the dwarf legion to attract Goliath's attention, making it difficult for him to control the enemy. Gu.

With the help of the dwarf army, Achilles finally got some time to breathe. He took a breath, but his eyes were fixed on Goliath, planning how to give it a heavy blow.