Just as about seventy miners transferred from the right wing were running towards the left wing front, the wolf cavalry suddenly moved under the command of the shaman. They were as quiet as virgins and as moving as rabbits, and quickly attacked the dwarfs on the left wing.
Just when everyone, including the gold-seeking uncle and Snorri, thought they wanted to attack while the reinforcements were not yet firmly established, the Wolf Cavalry suddenly turned!
"Brothers! Prepare the detonator! Throw it!"
The gold-seeking uncle's instructions were delayed by half a beat. He wanted to wait for the wolf cavalry to rush closer so that the detonator's killing effect would be better.
But in the face of the sudden turn of the wolf cavalry, a wave of detonators hit almost all the empty space! As the smoke and dust caused by the explosion dispersed, only seven or eight goblin corpses were left on the ground who had poor riding skills and turned unpleasantly.<
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The shaman riding on the spider let out a weird laugh as if his plan had succeeded, and then he led the remaining cavalry in a half-circle and rushed straight to the right wing of the dwarf.
At this time, it was too late for the gold-seeking uncle to transfer the miners from the left to the right for support. No matter how fast the dwarf's two short legs were, they couldn't compare to the four-legged wolf!
In an instant, the thin defense line on the right wing was exposed to the green-skinned front! The remaining miners bravely threw the detonators, then rushed forward with their mining picks. Every dwarf knew whether they could protect the long-range fire behind them.
Troops are the key to winning this battle.
At this moment, with a frightening roar, the goblin shaman summoned a pale moon, on which a big goblin-like face with a green face and fangs looked down at all living beings coldly!
"Curse of the Evil Moon!" Snorri and the goblin shaman shouted at the same time.
Under the influence of this powerful spell among the little waaagh magics, the formation of the miners was disrupted.
The wolf cavalry rushed through their queue. Under the restraint of the shaman, the riders did not chase the scattered miner troops but went straight to the long-range troops!
The goblin shaman knows that, as usual, although these dwarf long-range troops have certain melee capabilities, with their remaining subordinates and their remaining magical wind reserves, they can solve these long-range troops, and at worst, they can force the front row to do so.
The dwarf melee troops returned to support, and they were close to the fruits of victory anyway!
Seeing from a distance that the cavalry under his command had completed the task of bypassing the rear, Boss Lieaxe, who was fighting with Brother Genom, laughed wildly:
"Wow haha! Brother, on top! Duozi, your ass is going to be fucked to pieces by me!"
"Really? My brother will not let me down!" Gnom was unmoved. He rounded up the war hammer and hit it hard from top to bottom.
The boss of Fierce Ax blocked the attack with his ax but was knocked back half a step.
"Bah! You damn dwarf! I'm going to pick off your beard and make it into a scarf!" Boss Lieaxe yelled.
"Boys, work harder! The dwarfs are about to be touched by the goblins, and our great orcs cannot fall behind! Waaagh!"
Gnom was not to be outdone, "People! Stay focused! The Chosen One of the Ancestral Goddess is behind us to protect us!"
"It's time!" Snorri thought to himself, and he clenched the warhammer in his hand.
"Line up! Charge!" As he roared, the Anvil Guards and the Eternal Hammer Guards moved. With Snorri as the center, they charged towards the charging Wolf Cavalry with weapons in their hands. "Brother Mao is on top!" Looking at the group of dwarves rushing over, the goblin shaman felt the same despair as the previous orc cavalry captain!
This scene was different from what he imagined when the dwarf long-range troops hurriedly took out their sidearms.
Although there were not many dwarves rushing over, and they killed no. 50 people, they were all elites! How could these dwarves still have such a reserve team?
There was not much time left for the goblin shaman to despair. He only had time to order his mount to slow down. The galloping cavalry and the steel torrent soon collided together, and the sounds of "bang!" and "puff!" were heard endlessly.
The weight of the wargs plus the goblin riders on their backs was less than half that of the Anvil Guards, who were all armored with meteorite armor. Their impact was deflected by the shields, and then the battle axes and heavy hammers made of meteorite fell on them.
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On the one hand, in pursuit of speed, and on the other hand, due to the weakness of the goblins themselves and the limited carrying capacity of the wargs, these riders have almost no armor on their bodies, and the tools in their hands are only the most ordinary scimitars.
The weapons of the dwarves can easily cut these guys in half, including humans and wolves, and the blades in their hands and the claws of their mounts can't even leave a scratch on the dwarf armor!
This is not a fair fight at all but a massacre!
As soon as the goblin shaman came to his senses, he found that half of his men were missing, and the rest were cowering.
"This, these dwarfs are too strong! Let us retreat!" As he said this, he turned around and ran away without even daring to cast a single spell.
Facing the fleeing goblin, the Anvil guards chased for a few steps and then stopped.
"Damn greenskins! Their courage is worse than that of blue sheep!"
"Come back if you dare! You should scream again!"
The dwarves were not happy with the killing, and they vented their emotions by roaring.
Seeing the goblin shaman running further and further away, Snorri, who was protected in the middle and the war hammer in his hand was not yet stained with blood, suddenly had an idea and rounded the hammer in his hand.
"Bah!" He threw the hammer hard!
"Pfft!" There was a sound, perhaps due to the blessings of the ancestors and gods, and the hammer hit the goblin shaman's head. The unfortunate guy fell to the ground, leaving only his spider running away in panic!
The dwarves and ranged troops around Snorri hesitated for a moment before cheering!
"The choice of the goddess! The choice of the goddess!"
According to the original simple nickname naming method of dwarves, Snorri should probably be called Flying Hammer or Skull Crusher based on his performance just now.
However, the former is far less domineering than the Goddess' Choice. Everyone in the latter is fighting against the orc boss in front, so the tribesmen still use the slightly middle-of-the-road Goddess' Choice.
Hearing the cheers, the troops fighting at the foot of the mountain paused for a moment. Boss Lieaxe looked up and saw that it was not the dwarves' long-range troops being rushed away, but his own cavalry being routed.
Seeing that the second-in-command who had been with him day and night since the day he started the army also had his head smashed, the boss of Lieaxe was desperate. He realized that his future was bleak.
"Hmph! How dare you get distracted by fighting me!?"
Genom seized the opportunity of the orcs being stunned. He first swept the forceful ax boss and blocked the horizontal ax with a hammer, and then raised the war hammer upwards, knocking the ax away while the orc's jaw was numb and his grip was unstable. p>
Finally, Gnom jumped up and used his inertia to smash the head of the boss of Fierce Ax! A set of three consecutive hammers killed the powerful enemy. Gnom stood in front of the orc's body and roared
"In the name of the ancestors! The hatred of Karak Varn has been settled! I, Gnom Skullcrusher, dedicate this victory to..."
At this moment, a "bang" came from the left side of the dwarf army.
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