"Balin! Be careful!" Roland suddenly exclaimed. After looking around, he immediately picked up a rough iron gun and threw it behind Balin. It didn't even have the best standard weapon made by the dwarves. They were able to escape through the passage of time, so these goblins should have dug out from some nook and cranny.
"Ouch!" The ear-piercing roar frightened Bahrain. Only then did he realize that a 5-meter-tall troll appeared behind him. It was holding a huge ax gun in its hand, but now it was struggling to pull it out. A spear embedded in the body.
"Upon Turin! Giant Troll!" Balin's eyes showed a look of surprise, obviously this thing was not within the scope of his expectations.
"Is this part of your plan? Giant trolls?" Roland deflected a stabbing spear and cut off its feet with his backhand. It could be seen that trolls were emerging in a steady stream in the darkness...
"No! To be honest, I didn't even know these things existed here!" Balin swung his battle ax and chopped off a troll's arm, then smashed its head with a chain hammer.
"It seems we made a mistake! But it doesn't matter! Fight out! Knights of Raglan! Assemble!" Roland's blood boiled, and his fighting spirit surged instantly. At this moment, he wanted to drink the enemy's blood with the lance and sword in his hand.
"Pfft!" Casro stabbed to death a troll who was approaching Roland.
"With all due respect, Your Highness, you didn't bring any knights here! If you need to charge, Ormsk and I are willing to help you!" Kaslow responded in style and said to Roland.
"..." Ormsk.
"..." Roland.
"..." Bahrain looked confused.
"Okay, this is an accident! Seeing them standing so densely, I can't help but want to rush at them! Occupational disease, occupational disease..." Roland smiled to ease the awkward atmosphere.
"Balin! Let the dwarves gather together! Goblins will bury your people!" Roland suddenly saw dozens of goblins piled up towards a dwarf. The dwarf had been squeezed to the point of being unable to move. The weapon stabbed him along the gap. Roland understood that if this continued, the dwarf fighting alone would definitely suffer heavy casualties.
"Hmm!" The dull horn sound echoed in Hall No. 10. Although this will attract more enemies, this is the fastest notification method that Bahrain can think of.
"Wow!" The dwarves who heard the horn fully demonstrated their military prowess. They quickly formed steel city walls and placed them horizontally on the battlefield. In an instant, most of the Goblins who dared to take a step beyond the boundaries were killed by the dwarves. In front of the shield wall.
"Crazy! They're all crazy!" Roland finally took a breath. As the dwarves began to cooperate with each other, and Laglan's cans were crushed, the Goblin offensive in Hall 10 had been suppressed. The pressure was gone, but some trolls were still hiding behind stone pillars not far away, waiting for an opportunity to attack. However, the Lordaeron rangers had suppressed these guys who lacked long-range attack capabilities. After a brief exchange of fire, The Goblin Marksmen successfully experienced the destructive power of one of the best ranger groups in the world! 50 Lordaeron Rangers fought nearly 200 Goblin Marksmen (let's call them Marksmen...), and the scene was miserable. For a time, everyone thought it was a massacre, but often before these goblins drew their bows, a steel arrow was accurately sent into their eyes...
"These giant trolls are so difficult to deal with!" Balin came to Roland with an unlucky look.
"What happened?" Looking at Bahrain's painful eyes, he seemed to have guessed something.
"The dwarf troops have begun to reduce their numbers! Three of our warriors sacrificed their lives to regain their homeland... They were all crushed to death by those giant trolls!" Balin closed his eyes in pain, and shed a few tears.
"Have we started to reduce the number of people? Tsk!" Roland frowned. Moria was indeed difficult to recover. Three dwarves had died just a short time after entering the door. This was completely unavoidable. Those five-meter-tall trolls used heavy weapons.
When it came down, it was not something that the dwarves could resist. The disadvantage brought by their height was highlighted at this moment. As for the Lagrand soldiers under Roland? Well, except for the Rangers of Lordaeron, these people often advance in military formations.
The Lagrang troops are really not ordinary iron cans! If you want to break through their defenses with the help of the formation, you really need some luck. Unless the orcs can be crushed by their individual strength, they must be at least level five.
Do it well! And Ormsk is not a freeloader. In his eyes, the high-level Orc soldiers are no different from light bulbs. That is his priority to solve! As for the crispy Lordaeron Ranger? Just the giant troll.
After a long attack, the Lordaeron Ranger can not only run 800 meters away, but also return two arrows to you...
"The road ahead is still long, and we cannot risk our lives to fill it..." Bahrain said firmly. He came to recover Moria, not to fight against the autumn wind. To occupy the necessary population and soldiers here is essential! Suo Suo
Lin would not give him a second expeditionary army. After all, these armies were all funded by Thorin's friendship, and Yin Lubo's population was equally expensive.
"Then be steady, let's clear this up first, and spend the night here tonight!" Roland nodded, haste makes waste, and they can't afford to hurry!
"Be careful, I saw a lot of trolls hiding behind the pillars over there!" Balin said towards the shadows ahead.
"I'm afraid they are gathering their troops! I saw the shield bearer!" Kaslo shook his head. These goblins were gathering their troops hiding in the darkness. They had no intention of abandoning this hall just like this.
"King Roland! I need your archers to shoot some rockets to light up the front!" Balin squinted his eyes, not knowing how many enemies were waiting for them in the darkness.
"Rangers!" Roland waved his hand. It's a reasonable suggestion, isn't it?
"Brush! Brush! Brush!" A strip of cloth dipped in grease was wrapped around the arrow. After being lit, it was thrown out by the Lordaeron rangers. Immediately, there was a sound of howling ghosts and wolves in the distance. From time to time, there were several "fire men"
It rolled and howled and jumped out, and soon it burned into charcoal and returned to peace.
"Hey! Did you stab the goblin nest?" Through the light of the rocket, everyone saw the mind-numbing scene in front of them, with layers of goblins huddled together in the shadows, waiting for opportunities.
waiting.
"Fire arrows! Lagrand City guards! Shoot!" Roland quickly ordered his long-range troops to suppress fire. Although their attacks were of little use, they could still cause considerable panic to the goblins.
"Slowly press them! We have to compress their space and reduce our front line!" Kaslo said in a low voice. The shortage of manpower is still their big problem at present. With 1,000 people scattered in this hall, it still looks thin.
"Press up slowly!" Balin ordered, waving his battle ax.