As the long night was about to pass, more and more trolls could no longer sit still. They jumped out of the jungle one after another and continued to harass the coalition forces with guns. As time went by, the anxious trolls began to attack the camp crazily.
The defense line, the body full of oppressive force slapped fiercely on the defense line composed of steel, but it could only leave wailing and screams and retreat in defeat.
"These damn black skins really hold grudges! And they have such a strong sense of territoriality..." Ormsk shook his sharp sword. No less than ten trolls had died under his sword just now, even though he was riding a sword.
The attack range is not as far as the lance, but the sword is really more flexible and easier to use than the lance when knights fight on foot. Of course, you have to say that when a group of knights dismount to form a shield wall and set up a knight's infantry battle formation with lances pushing flat.
...Some hoplites who have been beaten to tears may tell you how strong those long, stiff lances are!
However, judging from Roland's current assets, he does not have the luxury to invest the knights in the meat-grinding position battle. As for the knights' infantry battle, it is definitely a temporary pleasure and costs a crematorium. Except for those losers in the game
High-playing lords can afford to fight outsiders like this, and only the great lords of the Lagrand Empire have this strength.
However, in this battle, Ormsk did not use all his strength to fight. After all, the entry of the sixth-level hero was no different from the dragon entering the village. This was not how he slaughtered the young. Ormsk just casually killed some who jumped over the defense line.
It's just a troll who wants to go deeper. The rest is left to the Dovinian heavy swordsmen and city guards to practice. He doesn't admit that he is just lazy.
Kaslo on the other side was much more dedicated to his duties. Although he did not show his absolute dominance as a dragoon general, he still worked hard to advance and retreat with the royal guards. Well, unlike some old salted fish who take advantage of the situation.
Although Kaslo did not summon the giant dragon Kaldor to help out, the terrifying dragon power still burst out from his body. Although the trolls attacked their defense line fearlessly, they all subconsciously avoided Kaslo.
Luo's location and the aura exuding from his body let these simple-minded trolls know that this human being is not easy to mess with!
"Damn it! It seems that I have really degraded...I am so unfamiliar with fighting on the ground now!" Kaslo said angrily. He was troubled that he didn't cut a troll in two with his sword just now, but this was okay.
It is related to the change in Kasluo's fighting style. Compared with the fighting, kiting and other tactics of the Dragon Knight, the Dragon Knight pays more attention to the point-breaking face! Just imagine, a battle spirit and dragon power protruding from the dragon gun converge and
Dozens of meters long fighting dragon spears swoop into the enemy formation from a height of thousands of meters. The raging dragon power and fighting spirit can completely tear apart any object that dares to resist, so dragon knights are rarely proficient in slashing.
Ability, their fighting method is always to stab from the sky!
Soon, there were only three or two kittens left among the trolls in front of Kaslo, and it was difficult to make a living. Seeing this situation, Kaslo sheathed his sword in disinterest and turned towards the camp.
"Pack your tail, I don't want any accidents to happen! Remember to hit last!" After waving his hand behind, Kaslo decided to "apologise" to King Roland.
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"Aha!" Balin shouted loudly and used his head to make a close contact with the head of the troll that fell to the ground. However, listening to the clattering sound coming from the troll's head and the deflated head, this person was so surprised.
The originally heartwarming scene was inexplicably bloody.
"Happy! Children, we did it! The descendants of Turin are invincible! These black men have interpreted the meaning of this sentence with their heads! Now continue to be alert! And give these bastards who are still breathing a good time!"
Balin twisted the belt around his waist, slung the bloody double-edged ax behind his back, and strode towards the commander's tent. He had to ask how the others were doing.
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"Good evening! My dear Knight Caslo!" Roland sat on a simple chair and said the word "dear" hard.
"Oh! Dragon God! You don't have to be like this, Your Highness. You said that His Highness Grand Duke Nyx will kill me when he goes back. I don't want to be your dear. I like girls with fair skin and perfect figure!" Cass was hungry and thirsty.
Luo grabbed the barbecue on the table and took a few big mouthfuls into his mouth, then drank another glass of water before regaining his consciousness.
"...Hahaha, you are so good, you have grown up, you actually dare to let me be put under house arrest!" Roland was not affected by Kaslo's gag at all, and the joints of his hands cracked loudly.
"I don't want to be like this, but there is a great king who was almost shot with a spear today. In order not to let myself fail in my duty, you should understand that I made this decision..." Casro was eating the roasted golden sheep.
The legs are strong and one side contains the lake road.
"Good guy! We are fighting bloody battles outside and you are here to keep company with the barbecue?" Roland was just about to speak when Ormsk lifted the curtain and walked in. At first glance, he saw Kaslo who was feasting, and then he saw a dark face.
of Roland.
"Hello, Your Highness, the battle behind is basically over." Ormsk saluted.
"Sit down and replenish some energy. You're tired after a long night." Roland pointed to the seat.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
"The enemy has been wiped out. Come back and take a look." Kaslo glanced at Ormsk and said calmly.
"Have the results come out?" Roland became concerned.
"No, it's too dark. I don't plan to let the soldiers take risks to count the results. I can't rule out the possibility of enemies hiding in the woods." Kaslo wiped the grease from his mouth with his hands.
"We don't have any here either. After all, the city guards and the returning rangers shot and killed many enemies in the dark. It's impossible to count." Ormsk shrugged and poured himself a glass of water.
"My beard! Balin! Are these guys crazy? How dare they? Attack the dwarves with their flesh and blood? Turin! How could there be such stupid intelligent creatures? It's a miracle that they are not extinct!"
"Hahaha! I killed twenty-six of them! I have to say they were really tall! Part of the shield wall next to me was blown away by them. Those poor boys danced in the sky, and then fell to the ground.
Ba Su!”
At the door, Bahrain came back with some members of the Lonely Mountain Expedition. It could be seen that there was no problem with Ouli and Ouyin. As for Bahrain... Roland didn't think there was anything on the way that could pose a threat to him. His personal
His charm and force are undoubtedly the best among dwarves! The blood of the dwarf king flows in his body! He has the charm and courage of a king!
"He will become a king, and a good king! He has the qualities that a king should have. It seems that the revival of the Moria dwarves is unstoppable!" Ormsk looked at Balin who walked in and whispered to Kasro.
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"Welcome to the triumph! Your Excellency Balin (His Highness)" Roland welcomed, while thinking silently in his heart, this wise old warrior was once the last light of Moria in the third era, but the future has changed. If nothing else happens, Balin can
Sitting firmly on the throne of the King of Moria, the Balrog can no longer influence the city. After all, he offended the dragon clan... and killed the silver dragon... Thinking about it, Roland shed tears for this poor Balrog.
"Ah, rest in peace... But it seems that the parts on Balrog's body are very valuable? Thinking of this, Roland's mind became active.