Chapter 661 The Skull Crusher Arrives
Chapter 670 The Skull Crusher Arrives
Compared to when Roland and the others were concerned about whether the elves could pry the can, Apophis Breo and Lind were already numb. Even Apophis Breo resisted the urge to pull out a forbidden spell and listen to the sound.
"We can't continue fighting like this, we are too passive!" Lind said with an ugly face. If the elves want to deal damage, they naturally need a human shield to bear the damage, but does Apophis Breo's subordinate look like he can withstand the damage? If they were used as human shields to attract firepower, they would probably be killed faster than the elves themselves.
"Duke, when will your reinforcements arrive?" Linde's eyes were so wide that he couldn't even pay attention to the honorific. He was here to help, not to be buried with him!
"Come on, come on!" Apophis Breo could only say bravely. After all, he didn't know when Roland's army would arrive on the battlefield.
"If this continues, we will all be shot to death by the orcs on the city wall!" Linde's face was dark and his tone was very unkind. After all, the orcs have learned to master it now. They finally no longer jump to death, but instead cover other orcs. The orc light troops and the soldiers on the fortress exchanged fire. The orc professional shooters hidden in the crowd would always cause serious damage to the city defenders. In the end, both sides huddled behind their shields and played with projectiles.
Arrows carrying fighting spirit were mixed with ordinary arrows and shot randomly. It was unknown which lucky person would be shot to the ground. Generally speaking, the defenders still had an advantage in the number of professional archers, while the orcs were With an advantage in the number of ordinary shooters, the two sides were in a dilemma for a while, and the situation became an awkward stalemate...
The most outrageous thing is that in order to maintain the killing effect, the density of the arrow rain, and the influence of the terrain, the two sides had to huddle together. The defenders understood very well that after all, the city wall was only there, but the orcs didn't have much room to move at the mouth of the valley. It took a lot of willpower to resist the rain of arrows like this.
"Duke, what are you... doing? Ouch!" Lind glanced at Apophis Breo and found that Apophis Breo was already holding a scroll with a red stripe in his hand. His appearance and aura were distinct. It’s a great forbidden spell of the fire element!
"..." Apophis Breo gritted his teeth and stared at the orcs below. He resisted the urge not to tear up the scroll. After all, using it would not only lose one trump card but also completely destroy the lion leader outside... …It’s hard for Apophis Breo to make up his mind to do this kind of lose-lose thing.
"I've had enough of these bastards!" Apophis Breo listened to the screams of the people around him and the roar of the orcs in his ears. All of this caused his blood pressure to rise suddenly, and he stood up directly. Planning to tear open the scroll and release the Great Forbidden Curse.
"Fight! Children of Turin!"
Suddenly his hand stopped, and he vaguely heard the word Turin? While he was thinking, Linde next to him had already pounced on him.
"Are you crazy? Stand up in a daze? Do you want to die?" Lind, who was holding down Apophis Breo, spat at Apophis Breo crazily. He now regretted coming to reinforce Apophis Breo. Breo, if you give him another chance in this muddy water, he will never come!
"I thought I heard the dwarf's voice just now?" Apophis Breo frowned.
"Dwarves? Are those dwarves likely to come? Are there any dwarf armies around here?" Linde was puzzled. Both Lonely Mountain and Moria were far away from the Lion Territory.
"You...ah!" Lind wanted to say something about whether Apophis Breo had lost his mind, but he accidentally glanced outside the city and found that the orcs had made a mess at some point.
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"Children of Turin! Fight! Fight for our friends! Fight!"
"For Turin! Long live!"
While the orcs and the defenders of King's Landing were fighting each other, Balin led the most elite dwarf troops to the outskirts of the pass. They observed the battlefield and found that thousands of orcs were crowded in front of the fortress of King's Landing, fighting fiercely with the defenders. They didn't even notice the dwarf army coming all the way along the foot of the Misty Mountains.
"Skull Crusher! Smash their heads! Charge!" Balin raised his battle ax high and was filled with surging fire-based war energy. At this moment, Balin was clearly a fifth-level warrior! The thing in his hand is naturally not a mortal object, but the legendary dwarf artifact-the Ax of Turin! Balin successfully recovered the lost artifact of the dwarves in Moria, and received its approval! Successfully advanced to level five with the help of this ax!
Balin, who was originally grateful to Raglan, naturally did not dare to be careless after receiving a request for help from Apophis Breo's messenger. Although Moria's military strength was not rich, Balin still gritted his teeth and gathered his most elite Skullcrushers. The Legion came to help Apophis Breo. The three hundred most elite dwarf heavy-armored warriors rode argali upon arriving at the battlefield and directly killed the orcs who were attacking the fortress.
"Bang!" Balin swung his battle ax, and the heavy battle ax hit the orc's head, causing his brains to fly. The orc who was hit fell to the ground before he even had time to react!
Like tigers descending from the mountain, the dwarf Skullcrusher Legion rushed into the battlefield. The stream of war energy flames illuminated the faces of the orcs and chilled their hearts. The dwarves who came out from behind made the orcs almost in a few short seconds. It collapsed within ten seconds. A large number of orcs were driven out of the valley mouth by the dwarf warriors. A few orcs fell under the dwarves' battle axes and war hammers, but most of the orcs were trampled to death!
"Fight! Noble descendants of Turin! For our friends! Fight! Kill these bastards! Drive them away!" Balin raised his battle axe, and the several-meter-wide war blade instantly cut the orc team into pieces. Broken limbs and broken arms were scattered all over the place. Even though these argali cavalry were not orthodox knights, the dense orcs still gave them an excellent opportunity to attack!
"Don't be afraid! Kill the enemies! Tell them who is the master here! Drive them back to the dark and damp caves! Descendants of Turin! Charge with me!" Balin took the lead, struggling to kill the orcs outside the pass. These How can a half-orc army that does not even reach the third level be the opponent of a fifth-level general? It can be said that whoever comes will die! The scattered orcs fled the battlefield in panic. Obviously these dwarves frightened them.
"Stop chasing!" After driving all the orcs away for several miles, Balin suddenly stepped forward. He turned around and rushed towards the fortress.
The dwarves are a little naive and a little aggressive, but that doesn't mean they are fools. The three hundred warriors can only bully these light armored troops and orcs. Only a small part of the damage caused just now was directly killed by the dwarves. Most of them were trampled accidents caused by the orcs themselves bombing the camp. It was enough to mow the grass while the orcs didn't understand what was going on. When the orcs understood what was going on, it would not be so easy to regroup the Skullcrushers to deal with them.
"Let's go back and help defend the fortress!" Balin said to the dwarf warriors behind him. He knew that there were elite heavy-armed troops of the orcs behind him. He understood that the wilderness was definitely not their battlefield, and the final battlefield must still be on the King's Landing Fortress! After all, when facing the attack of the Orcs, the coalition always defends more than attacks, and Duke Apophis Breo is no exception. After all, not everyone has the capital to fight the Orcs in the field!