Chapter 320 Legendary Warrior

The stinky poisonous wind brought the smell of the enemy, and the decadent air, which was more decadent than late autumn, set off huge waves in the material world, bringing disease and despair to all living creatures in the south.

The rune masters had to change their runes, no longer pursuing the use of rune anvils to kill enemies, but only using the power of runes to protect themselves.

The bleak cold wind has emotions, and the desolate snow falls from the sky, spreading numbness and ignorance.

The clear world in the north was instantly covered by a thick yellow mist. Shit-yellow smoke clouds were stirring. Spores with sickly green colors spewed out from the smoke clouds and shot straight towards the dwarves' military formation.

Pieces of yellow clouds exploded from the regular array of dwarves, and the fog of disease spread among the tough ancient race, but the tenacious dwarves gritted their teeth and resisted.

Not to be outdone, the dwarf artillery sent out a welcome gift to the uninvited guests from the north. The loud cannons exploded one after another, composing the sound of death one after another.

The fog dispersed in the bright cannon light, and each deformed chaotic human was exposed to the sight of the dwarves.

They were Chaos Warriors, and the Chaos Lord who led them stood tall on a bloated diseased giant elephant. Even if he was swollen, the dwarves could recognize him - he was Valmir Aeslin.

"The Aeslings!"

The sharp-eyed dwarves conveyed the news of the enemy's arrival to their dull companions. Even if this put them at a disadvantage, it could not stop their eager hatred from boiling and boiling, erupting like a volcano.

The time for revenge is here.

There is no need to give in or avoid fighting.

All dwarves are willing to give their lives to erase this hatred.

Even if the casualties were more severe than initially expected, it would still be worth it.

Even if after this battle, the dwarf city-states in the north are no longer as lively as before, it is better than letting the blood feud weigh in the hearts of the dwarves.

I just don’t know why these Norscans turned into what they are now. Maybe this is evidence that they summoned the plague.

"You drunken beard, get out of here! Let me go first!"

"Huh? You, an old butcher who has lived for three hundred years, a coward, cover your beard and hide behind it!"

"Hahahahaha~"

Even the endless artillery fire could not cover up the laughter on the west side of the dwarf front. Even within the blockade, the sudden stop of the roars of the groups of dwarves could not make the moment of joy disappear.

The two butchers, an old man and a young man, did not start a fight on the spot, because they were soon called into the battlefield together to face the almost godly Chaos warrior together.

The champion on the Flesh Hound has been shrouded in blood mist. If dozens of giant butchers hadn't sacrificed their lives to lead him further away from the edge of the central formation, he would have destroyed the dwarf's rune cannon at this time.

Maybe we can go one step further and lure the brainless idiot directly out of the battlefield - every butcher and berserker has thought of this trick.

The champion who is red-eyed cannot see the abyss.

The plague cloud seriously affected the accuracy of the dwarf artillery. Strange monsters rushed out of the smoke and crashed into the shield formation of the dwarf warriors.

At first, the enemy's impact could not affect the dwarves' formation.

When more and more strange Chaos warriors, like plague carriers, rush out of the smoke, no matter how stubborn the front line is, they can no longer hold on.

A water tank made of iron cannot hold water several times its capacity.

"Hold your ground!"

"Stop it, don't let the gap widen!"

The tapping sound of the rune anvil became more and more intense, as if it was trying to break the relic of the ancestors.

The ancient war engines were all overheated, and every rune master was heartbroken by the baby's strange reaction, but they had to ruthlessly continue to stimulate the power of the anvil.

Chaos spread among the dwarf army. If it were any other race, the entire army would have collapsed.

But the stubborn dwarves were stronger than the mountains. Relying on the sophisticated armor and the bloody courage brought by hatred, the long-bearded dwarves and the young dwarves firmly stabilized the overall situation.

The situation was more optimistic than their worst assumptions. Even if the Aislin tribe suddenly took advantage of the situation, they were confident of eating enemies coming from both directions.

It's just that maybe half the dwarves will stay here.

The blast of some sharp weapon piercing the air came from further north, but was blocked by endless explosions.

The sharp whistling sound got closer and closer, lengthening and spreading in the yellow mist, and finally erupted into a tearing sound that was louder than a cannonball.

The Aeslin tribe's attack on the north side of the dwarf army slowed down, as if something terrible was tearing at their flesh and blood in the mist, devouring the bodies of the Chaos tribe.

The surging clouds and mist became more and more violent. When another round of shells fell into the mist, its endurance seemed to have reached the threshold, and it became sparse like fading.

A deformed troll was thrown out of the fog, carried high into the sky by frightening brute force, and then, with the dwarves looking on in surprise, it hit the Chaos Lord who was dodging in the hail of cannons.

A chill that went against common sense permeated the hearts of all the creatures who witnessed this scene. Even the butcher who drank fifty barrels of strong liquor did not dare to boast that he could throw the troll away.

It was a huge thing about the same height as the city gate. It could throw the troll into the air, which only meant that the opponent could also pick up the heavy artillery with one hand and throw it into the sky like a toy.

What it is?

Champion of Chaos, or Sky Titan?

Is this Thoreau?

On the iceberg on the north side of the battlefield, the dwarves and elves who were rushing towards the battlefield suddenly stopped.

"Reckless Bear" Kalado stared blankly at the monsters being thrown out of the fog one after another. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Noel, questioning with confused eyes.

"Is he Thoreau?"

"should be"

"Is Thoros a species?"

"Probably"

"Can every Thoreau do this?"

Noel calmed down and shook his head with difficulty. A giant elephant head rolling away from the mist made him completely stiff.

The glowing lizard-man that flashed past them was definitely not a normal creature.

Chaos Lord Valmir struggled to crawl out from under the heavy troll corpse. Before he could stand up, he was completely crushed under the mountain of flesh by the giant body that fell from the sky.

Blood flowed out from the flesh that had been cut with sharp tools, and the plague giant's festering face blocked the gap leading to freedom in Valmyr.

The Chaos Lord used his battle ax to cut the giant's flesh with difficulty, trying to break out.

But he failed.

He didn't know what kind of monster he had provoked. He just went south as usual, never causing any trouble, just fighting against the dwarves.

Dwarves don't have warriors who can throw half a giant away.

At least mortal power couldn't do it, not even those ancient dwarf kings could do it.

An unknown object was thrown again by an unknown enemy. The heavy pressure completely made Valmir lose the strength to struggle. In the unbearable torture, he was crushed to death under the mountain of flesh.