Chapter 220 Skull Crusher
"Fight back!" Balin roared, and fine bloodshot eyes instantly covered his eyes - the third level skill: Madness! launch!
"Drink!" All the dwarves shouted loudly, raising their shields with their left hands, and reaching for the throwing ax at their waists with their right hands!
"Huhuhu!" With a dull whistling sound, hundreds of powerful and heavy dwarf throwing axes were thrown out by them.
"Haha~" His throat was cut open and he couldn't shout. He could only hear the sound of blood spurting out of his throat.
"Ouch!" The troll who was lucky enough to survive let out a shrill howl, causing even people in other directions to look sideways.
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"Oh! It's so intense! It seems like these black men didn't get any benefits from our dwarf friends!" Ormsk said with emotion.
"Continue to be alert! Don't be careless! The night is still very long..." Ormsk breathed out again.
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"Fight! Fight! Crush their heads! Tell them that we are the descendants of Turin! We come from Kezad-dûm! We will go back there too! No! No one! Can! Stop! Stop!" Balin roared Xiaozhi pulled out the double-edged ax embedded in the soil and launched a charge.
"For Kezad-dûm!"
"For the glory of the Nagasu clan!"
"For the children and grandchildren of Turin! For our homeland!"
One by one, the dwarves were inspired by Balin and launched a crazy counterattack against the trolls.
"Ka! Bang!" The three-meter-tall trolls are like giants to these short dwarves, but the dwarf warriors still have ways to deal with them. The weapons most dwarves hold are the unique nail-headed armor-breaking axes of the dwarves. , this kind of ax has a normal battle ax on one side, and a fist-sized square-pointed armor-piercing hammer on the other side! They swung their ax blades and struck the troll's knee joints, amputating its limbs like a hot knife cutting through butter. When the troll fell to the ground unable to hold up, they severely slashed the troll with a square-edged armor-piercing hammer. Swinging it on the troll's head, a whole set of combos was extremely smooth!
"Pop!" The crisp cracking sound of skulls could be easily heard even from a hundred meters away. Listening to the tooth-ache-inducing bone cracking sound, Kaslo also had a smile on his face.
"Listen! What a moving sound. It looks like our dwarf friends are doing a good job. They smash those bastards' heads like walnuts!" Kaslo joked.
But soon he stopped laughing. The rangers who had dispersed in all directions retreated, and the frost once again hung on Kaslow's face. If there was anything that was the most serious situation, it was to be surrounded!
"Shield wall!" Kaslo shouted.
"Bang bang bang!" There was a dull sound of shields coming into contact with the ground. War energy flames of different colors quickly covered the infantry tower shields of the royal guards. Under the blending of fighting spirit, they merged into one, and the camp gate directly Sealed by this thick steel wall!
"Be careful of cold arrows! Prepare for close combat!" Kaslo gave up the mid-range counterattack with spears. Although the Royal Guards' spears have full penetrating power, the hit rate is a bit impressive compared to the troll shooters... Rather than waste it It's better to save your physical strength and kill a few trolls.
"Dragon God! The impact of these spears is so terrifying!"
"It's unimaginable that they could use wooden spears to unleash such power!"
"Thank you Dragon God for preventing them from smelting ability...otherwise this big shield wouldn't be able to give me a sense of security."
The Raglan Royal Guards behind the shield wall carefully avoided the wooden spears thrown by the trolls. The entire shield wall seemed to be crumbling, but in fact it was as stable as a rock in the waves.
"Kill!" The sharp spear spun out from the shield wall, and a plume of blood suddenly burst into the air. The Lagrand Royal Guards who retreated in one blow did not greedy for success at all, and twisted the gun body again to decisively draw out a trace of blood. Non-stick lance.
"Stabilize the defense line! Don't hesitate after hitting the enemy! Draw your gun immediately! Don't get stuck!" Kaslo drew out his long sword and kept running behind the defense line. Wherever the pressure was too high, he would slash out with a wind blade. The trolls who lacked armor could not withstand the angry wind blade slashes of the dragon knight general. Their limbs were chopped off one after another, and the stumps were everywhere.
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"Kaslo's place is also receiving fire! Now there is no movement from Orion's side and ours!" Ormsk shook his head, although the retreating Lordaeron ranger brought news that the enemy was about to attack. , but in the jungle with mixed shadows, the graceful trees can’t see how many enemies are lurking in the shadows.
"Rangers! I need your eyes to pay attention to every corner of the darkness. We are always at risk of being attacked..." Ormsk's eyes were full of solemnity. Compared with a real sword and gun battle, this kind of enemy is in the dark and we are clear. The feeling is too uncomfortable.
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"Fight! Descendants of Turin!" Balin held the ax in both hands and slashed to the right. The sharp double-edged heavy ax easily removed the legs of a troll. As the muscles of Balin's hands exploded, he swung towards the battle on the right. The ax was slashed to the left again, and the troll, who lost his calf and fell to the ground, just sent his head under Balin's axe.
"Katcha!" The brains spattered along with the broken skull and blood, and the eyeballs that were squeezed out of their sockets due to pressure jumped several meters away.
"Roar!" Balin hammered his chest and roared wantonly, he is a descendant of Turin! The future Lord of Moria and the commander of the Dwarf Expeditionary Force! He beat his chest in front of the formation and swung the sharp ax blade to chop down one after another trolls who tried to break through the defense line.
The dwarf warriors inspired by Balin were also ignited with enthusiasm. They shouted chants and pushed forward step by step with heavy and firm steps. The dancing nail-headed armor-piercing axes became a death charm in the eyes of the trolls. They Cut off the limbs, crack the skull, break the spine! What the world doesn't know is that it was at this moment that the Moria Skullcrusher Legion, which would later rival the Dwarf Ironfoot Army, was born!
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"Advance five, retreat three! Stab!" Although the number of the Royal Guards under Kaslow is sparse, their quality is extremely high. The moving steel wall violently took five steps forward, then rotated and stabbed out the spear in its hand, and then The trolls wailed and quickly took three steps back to draw their guns. As they advanced and retreated, the trolls left nearly 30 corpses behind.
"Shield attack!" Kaslo watched as the enemies in front of him gathered more and more, he frowned and ordered decisively.
Don't think that shield attack is just an ordinary shield strike. This is a serious guard skill. The royal guard slowly took a step back and bent his back, and his fighting spirit poured into the shield crazily...
"Boom!" The royal guard slammed out the shield, and a violent fighting spirit swept the area 3 meters in front of the formation. Any troll in this area would be hit by the violent waves of fighting spirit, causing bleeding in the mouth and nose, and rolling over. They fell backwards and retreated about ten meters away. As for the trolls who were hit by the shield, the situation was miserable. The broken muscles and fractures were minor. There were even poor trolls who were squeezed by the violent waves of war energy after being hit by the shield. It was crushed into a ball of blood mist, and the remaining broken arms were flying all over the sky!
"His Royal Highness is behind you! Let them see the men of Raglan! Let them know why you are called the Royal Guards!" He cut off a wooden spear that was stabbed with his sword, and sent the long sword into the troll with his backhand. Kaslo roared with blood in his chest.
"Death!" Putting the long sword flat on the shield, Kaslo twisted his waist violently, and the blooming cyan fighting spirit suddenly stretched out several feet from the blade of the sword. Then the three trolls besieging Kaslo He was cut in half by Lan Yao and fell to the ground, struggling and wailing in pain.
"Hold your position! Protect His Highness!" Kaslo, covered in blood, raised his sword and roared. At this moment, he was like an evil ghost returning from hell.