The angry Gresu yelled: "Arm, prepare, and attack the kobolds! Let me see the despicable blood of the kobolds flowing and splashing!" The employees who followed him began to get busy.
This time the venture capital company hired more than 300 Dark Iron dwarves, 200 retired Stormwind veterans who participated in the orc invasion war, and 300 goblin workers, as well as more than 20 Mosh'og cannibals.
magic.
As for the Ironforge dwarf blacksmiths who returned home, they are probably still on the fleet in the Endless Sea and have not come to the continent of Kalimdor.
It can be said that after listening to Gresu's report, the venture capital company invested a lot of manpower and material resources into the Gale Valley, taking into account the situation in the Eastern Kingdom Continent.
In the world of Azeroth, war is a normal state. The two hundred hired human veterans of Stormwind City dismounted and immediately set up a simple defense line. The Dark Iron dwarves also all wore armor, took out their weapons, and prepared for the battle.
Since he only saw kobolds and some gnolls attacking under Prell's command through the telescope, Gresu didn't think much about it. However, just as the human veterans and the Dark Iron dwarves were busy preparing, he suddenly saw
A huge firework shot up from the opposite position, and green fireworks exploded over the forest.
"What do the kobolds want to do?" Gresu said to himself. Before he could react, an experienced veteran suddenly lay on the ground with his ears on the ground, and then jumped up in horror: "There is an ambush.
!”
Before he finished speaking, a shower of arrows suddenly shot out from the sparse woods to the south of the road, and more than a dozen human veterans who had no time to dodge were shot to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a group of burly men emerged from the woods and rushed towards the chaotic convoy. "It's the tauren!" Gresu, who was standing on the top of the carriage, screamed, and he rushed out in panic.
Climbing down from the roof of the car: "Quick, stop them!"
However, before the tauren could get closer, another red firework exploded into the sky, and a large reddish-brown cloud flew out from the woods to the north behind the convoy.
"It's the Blood-Rage Harpy!" Gresu trembled all over. He didn't expect that Prell would actually unite the kobolds, tauren and the Blood-Rage Harpy entrenched in the Scorched Valley to attack the Storm Valley.
launched an attack.
More than a hundred harpy warriors flew in mid-air, carrying three throwing spears on their backs. They threw them from a high position, then turned around and ran away, hiding in the woods again.
Fortunately, the experienced human veterans hurriedly raised their shields, and the Dark Iron dwarves also helped to block with their shields. This round of spear attacks did not cause many casualties, but the harpies hid too quickly, and Gresu's men
The counterattack also failed to achieve any results.
Being harassed by the harpies, the already panicked convoy became even more chaotic, and the tauren were already approaching.
"Morgan Barbarossa, hurry up, stop them!" Gresu hid behind the carriage and shouted at the leader of the Dark Iron Dwarves. His voice became extremely high-pitched due to nervousness.
"Yes!" A neatly dressed black iron dwarf wearing a black iron helmet, holding a shield in one hand and a war hammer in the other, shouted: "Follow me and kill these tauren!"
As a result, two hundred tauren running towards them collided with more than a hundred black iron dwarves who had formed a temporary formation.
At least thirty or forty Dark Iron Dwarves were knocked away by the Minotaur's huge body with the impact of running, but the Dark Iron Dwarves actually stopped the Minotaur in front of the clearing of the felled woods to the south of the convoy.
Prell and Rexxar had also led the kobold and jackal soldiers to rush out, but Gresu commanded the goblins and blocked them with musket fire.
As an armed pioneering colonial force, the men brought by Gresu are nominally employees and guards of the venture capital company, but they are very capable of fighting. Even the goblins with the weakest individual abilities can rely on the advantages of technology and weapons.
, counterattacked their "enemies" with musket arrays.
So the small battlefield was divided into three parts. To the east, the goblins relied on the defense line hurriedly set up by the human veterans. It was actually more than a dozen unloaded carriages and the attacking kobolds and jackals.
Counter-shooting.
The black iron dwarves, who had finished dressing and gathered in one place, tried their best to stop the tauren in the south. The black iron dwarves inherited the excellent talents of the dwarf race. They were good at crafting. Everyone wore plate armor, just like dwarfs.
The thick iron can, relying on the advantages of the equipment and the individual's strength that was completely inconsistent with its height, barely blocked the charge of the tauren.
The human veterans separated a group of people and set up a defense line to the north of the convoy to guard against another sneak attack by the harpies. Another group of veterans began to nervously install their crossbows.
Considering maintenance, the bow strings must be removed from the hard bows used by human veterans. On the one hand, it protects the bow body, and on the other hand, it protects the bow strings from moisture or excessive tension.
The crossbow machine will also disassemble some parts and wrap them up for maintenance. Therefore, these human veterans are seizing the time to install bow strings and assemble steel crossbows, preparing to use long-range attacks to suppress the enemies surrounding them on three sides.
More than a dozen human mages also raised their staffs, focusing on casting attack spells on the tauren infantry. Since the Dark Iron dwarves were already fighting with the tauren, they did not use group attack skills, but chose
A single spell, coupled with the obvious height contrast between the tauren and the black iron dwarves, soon more than a dozen ice arrows and fireballs flew towards the tauren who rushed at the front.
Seeing that the formation was temporarily stabilized, Gresu breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly took a loaded musket from the attendant goblin servant, and carefully aimed at a tauren, wanting to see these damn tauren.
The tragic look of a person being hit by a spell.
A tauren wearing a black cloak suddenly jumped out. He was holding a strange little lantern with a pale white light. He waved his hand. At least seven or eight spells shot at him suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and
The lamp also lit up slightly.
Before Gresu could be surprised, he saw two or three more tauren shamans in robes jumping out, taking out an ancient wooden stick from the satchel around his waist, and thrusting it into the ground.
Several spells were immediately attracted to the wooden stick and dissipated on the ground.
"Could it be that... is that the foundation totem of the tauren shaman?" Gresu was trembling all over. He knew that at least for a short period of time, the magic power in his hands would be useless.
So he turned the gun and aimed at the minotaur holding the small lamp. However, the minotaur seemed to be aware of the danger. When the bullet flew closer, ripples appeared around his body, and then his body began to fade away.
The bullet penetrated his body as if it were passing through a layer of water, and he didn't know where it was shot.
"This... what the hell is this!" Gresu threw away the musket and cursed loudly. Then a chill ran down his back. He suddenly realized that if Preel was not completely sure, how could he have led and united the forces of the three races?
Come to attack the Gale Valley?
The size of the Dark Iron Dwarves is very different from that of the Tauren, but the difference in strength between them is not too big. With their sophisticated equipment, even if they are knocked away by the Minotaur's spears, giant axes, and totem poles, they can survive again and again.
Relying on his strong body, he got up and continued to join the battle.
There were only two hundred people ambushing the Tauren, including some shamans who were responsible for treating the wounded. It was the first time for most of the Tauren warriors to encounter short, strong and tenacious opponents like the Dark Iron Dwarves, so
The two sides fell into a bitter fight.
To the east, Prell and Lexa led the kobold musketeers and relied on the trenches dug in advance to advance bit by bit. However, the fighting area was so large that they could not be completely spread out, so the two sides exchanged fire.
It also reached an impasse.
"TMD! These damn goblins are really tenacious!" Prell grumbled and cast a holy light spell on a gnoll who had just been carried down. This man was wailing after being hit in the shoulder blade by a musket.
The jackal's eyes suddenly widened, and he felt that his pain disappeared.
Then Belga trotted over, took out a dagger, and said to the two Gnoll followers behind him: "Hold him!" Before the injured Gnoll could react, he was pushed down by his companions. Belga used the dagger to
He cut open the clothes on his shoulder and stabbed it in with a dagger.
"Ah!!" The gnoll roared in pain. A kobold shaman awkwardly cast a healing wave. Belga's hand was full of blood and he took out a small warhead: "Okay, soldier."
, you’re fine!”
The gnoll almost fainted from the pain. He stared at Belga in fear. It wasn't until a gnoll wrapped his shoulder with a bandage under Belga's command that he stammered: "Thank you for saving me.
One life!"
Belga ignored him and trotted towards another kobold hammer shield soldier who was carried down.
Prell relied only on the more than 400 upgraded kobold musketeers, but he found that the goblins on the opposite side performed well. Both sides were firing at each other, and a wave of gunfire rose from the muzzles.
A plume of smoke covered half of the battlefield.
"This is not the way to go, Lexa, throw me over!" Prell said fiercely. He did not expect that Gresu's men resisted so tenaciously, and they could not find a breakthrough in three directions.
Before Lexa could lift Purell, a green fireball suddenly appeared in the sky to the north of the convoy in the distance, violently hitting the center of the convoy, and then a hellfire with green flames all over its body emerged from the pit.
Got out of it.
Then, another burst of fire rain appeared above the convoy, and countless small flaming stones fell down.
"Brylin Fire Fist finally couldn't help but take action! Quick, throw me over!" Prell took out the dwarf armor from his bag and put it on, and drew out the "Burning Blade" with his backhand.
"Be careful!" Lexa grabbed Prell's back, rounded his arms, and threw him away.