The reason for her anger was simple. Prell had discussed with everyone and assigned the task to the Harpies, which was to ambush in the northern part of the road, constantly harass and attack the convoy, and contain some of the troops.
But the plan was good, but there was a little problem when it was implemented. Gresu was so smart that he quickly made the best response and let the well-equipped and powerful Dark Iron Dwarves stop the Tauren.
, but ordered the human veterans to stop the harpies.
There is a gap in individual strength between humans and dwarves, but humans are better in flexibility. These veterans with rich war experience not only quickly built a line of defense, but also began to continuously use crossbows and spells to counterattack, repelling three harpy attacks.
Attack.
The harpies have paid a heavy price for this. Due to their wings, the harpies cannot wear more defensive mail armor or even plate armor. Of course, these two types of armor are not currently available in the Kingdom of Thresh. Use leather
It is really difficult for A to fight against the powerful crossbows of humans.
Even though Prell specially mobilized shamans from various ethnic groups to form a medical team and deployed manpower in three directions, more than a dozen harpies who were not treated in time were shot and killed, and more than 30 people with serious injuries were still killed.
The wounded are being treated by shamans.
So the always lazy high elf sorceress took action. She summoned hellfire and threw it at the convoy. She also summoned "Rain of Fire" and cast it towards the center of the convoy.
The huge hellfire caused panic in the convoy, and the "rain of fire" ignited four or five carriages filled with supplies. Fortunately, the experienced human veterans drove the horses out in advance, otherwise the scene would have been even more chaotic.
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The harpies also took the opportunity to get out of the woods again, fired another round of hurling guns, and then once again carried out the "hit and run" spirit and quickly escaped back.
"Quickly put out the fire!" Gresu yelled at the top of his lungs. Looking at the burning carriages, his heart almost broke.
"Tral! Don't stand there stupidly, take your people and put out the fire!" Gresu shouted at the leader of the Mosh'og ogres, the ogre named "Tral"
The demon shook his head and ran awkwardly towards the nearest burning carriage.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise. Gresu was startled and quickly looked to the east. He happened to see Prell being thrown out by Rexxa. His whole body was glowing with white holy light and he was hit like a cannonball.
Entering the crowd of Goblin Musketeers.
Gresu's mouth opened wide in fear. He turned around in panic and glanced at the Hellfire, which was being besieged by twenty or thirty human warriors, mages, and a few ogres. His heart was in his throat.
He was afraid that Prell would use some weird magic to summon some huge monster. But in front of the goblin position, there was only a carriage that was damaged when Prell fell down. There was nothing huge and indescribable.
The creature emerged, and he finally felt relieved.
Prell shook his head. He was still covered with the "Holy Blessing Technique" and read a "Flash of Holy Light" to himself. Then he grinned. A goblin musketeer next to him stared blankly.
Looking at him, he suddenly dropped the weapon in his hand, turned around and ran away, shouting: "Ahhhhhh!"
Before Rexxa threw him over, Prell had already applied various BUFF blessings and auras to himself. He waved the "Burning Blade", jumped suddenly, and struck another person who was also stunned with his sword.
The goblin stabbed away.
Just as Prell broke into the goblin musket array like a mad dog and started killing people, the Minotaurs also made a new breakthrough. Relying on stronger brute force and more durable endurance, the Minotaur warriors continued to
Little by little, the Dark Iron dwarves were pushed closer to the convoy.
Then two teams of kobold grenadiers and two teams of minotaurs threw grenades one after another towards the crowd of black iron dwarves who were driven to one place by the minotaur warriors.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Remembering the continuous explosions, blood and flesh were flying everywhere on the scene, Gresu closed his eyes in pain. Needless to say, the Dark Iron Dwarves suffered heavy losses.
However, the hellfire summoned by Braylin Fire Fist was still raging in the middle of the convoy. As he ran wildly, he kept burning everything with the green flames coming out of his body. When Gresu opened his eyes, he happened to see a poor human being.
The warrior was grabbed by the hellfire and torn to pieces.
One of the bloody arms happened to fall in front of him, and the goblin collapsed completely. "Quick, break out towards Cliff Lake! Escape quickly!"
This is the first wrong decision Gresu, who has always been shrewd, made since today's battle, because at this time Prell was still slaughtering in the goblin musket array, and the kobold soldiers had not yet arrived under the leadership of Rexxar.
The tauren in the south have not completely broken through the defense line of the Dark Iron dwarves; as for the north, the harpies have always been nothing more than harassment, and only Braileen's Hellfire has caused some trouble.
Traal, who was near him, hesitated for a moment. The ogre immediately carried Gresu on his back and rushed west with more than 20 of his companions who had not participated in the battle and were guarding near Gresu.
As soon as Gresu ran away, the clever human veterans also moved closer to their horses, got on their horses and ran away. And because Prell broke into the crowd, a small number of goblins who were frightened and ran away also followed suit.
The ground began to scurry.
As a result, the battlefield became even more chaotic, with only the unlucky Dark Iron dwarves still fighting tenaciously against the Tauren warriors.
There were still some goblins resisting. Rexxar charged continuously and rushed into the crowd. Then he released all the battle pets in one breath, including Misha, Halatha, Leok, Hofer and Spire.
, these excited battle pets ran wild everywhere and made the scene a mess.
Realizing that now was a good opportunity to beat up the drowned dog, Hayaheim led the gnoll archers and howled behind the kobold musketeers, constantly approaching; the ogres led by Korduk
, followed closely behind Lexa.
After all, the goblins are not professional warriors, they are just ordinary employees and guards who have received some military training. When they heard some of their eagle-eyed companions yelling in horror that Gresu had escaped, they also started to get into chaos, and there was no more
The mind of resistance.
When the remaining goblins raised their hands to surrender, Prell leaned tiredly next to a bombed carriage. His dwarf armor had at least thirty small holes shot by bullets, and his blue
He almost exhausted his energy while reading "Holy Light Technique" for himself.
However, Prell did not suffer. He killed at least twenty goblins by himself, and caused a big commotion in the goblin musket array, which finally opened a small breakthrough for Rexxar and the following soldiers.
"Gonzalo has already led the druids in pursuit! Let the little green skinned Gresu escape!" Rexxar came over and said. He was covered in blood. Of course, it was all left by the enemy.
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"This bastard Gresu escaped very quickly!" Prell cursed tiredly. Lexar was stunned for a moment. He felt that Prell had also scolded him with his words.
There are still more than a hundred standing Dark Iron Dwarves who are still resisting, but they have been surrounded by the tauren and the incoming army of kobolds, jackals and harpies. A few of them are following Rexxar.
The ogre fox pretended to be a tiger and roared with authority: "Surrender quickly, little dwarf!"
A bearded black iron dwarf with a helmet full of blood glared coldly at the noisy ogres, and raised his war hammer with all his strength: "Come on, big fat man, I can beat ten of you one by one."
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After drinking some water and regaining some strength, Prell emerged from behind the crowd. He said loudly: "Morgan Barbarossa, put down your arms. It's not worth fighting for the Venture Capital Company. Don't you want to go back to Blackstone?"
Is it your hometown in Shan?"
This black iron dwarf was none other than Morgan Barbarde. He stared at Prell in surprise. He didn't know how this kobold knew his name, and he didn't know why this kobold could speak fluent dwarven language, and
Without a trace of dialect accent. "Are you the rumored Holy Light Kobold Prell?"
"It's me. I'm the warchief of Thresh Kingdom now. Put down your weapons, I don't want too much blood on my and my companions' hands. Put down your weapons and accept surrender, and I can spare your life!"
"Bah!" Morgan Barbarian spit out a mouthful of bloody spit. Apparently, he couldn't bear the serious internal injuries from the battle with the tauren.
His attitude seemed to speak for itself. Prell felt a little regretful, so he raised his hand, ready to order the surrounding kobold musketeers, gnoll archers and kobold grenadiers to give these black iron dwarves a good blow.
"What are the conditions for our surrender?" Morgan Manbeard coughed violently, and then he suppressed his voice and asked loudly.
Prell laughed, put down his hand, and said: "You were hired by the venture capital company and came as blacksmiths, right? Since you chose to stay away from your hometown, it is the same who you work for and who you are hired by.
, why not accept the job opportunity provided by our Kingdom of Thresh?"
Morgan Manbeard looked around sadly. The Dark Iron Dwarves had killed no less than eighty people in the battle, and most of them were injured. He became even more angry when he thought that Gresu didn't even notify him when he escaped.
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Thinking that he and his companions had fought an inexplicable battle with his employer as soon as they arrived in Kalimdor, and that his employer had left him and escaped alone, he was about to explode with anger, so he threw the warhammer on the ground.
: "I have only one request!"
"Speaking!"
"The employment contract between the Venture Capital Company and us remains unchanged. We will discuss this in detail later! My request is that if Gresu is captured alive, he must be handed over to us, the Dark Iron Dwarves!"
"No problem! In the name of the Holy Light and as the chief of Thresh Kingdom, I accept your terms!"
"Okay! We are willing to surrender!" After Morgan Barbarossa finished speaking, his body swayed, and then he fell down. He had lost all strength.
"Berga, hurry up, take your people to treat the wounded! Continue to clean the battlefield, put out the fires, and rescue all the wounded and supplies that can be rescued, regardless of race!" Prell ordered.
Morgan Manbeard was a smart dwarf. He knew that although the losses of his companions and his own casualties were mainly caused by the tauren, it would be unreasonable to attribute everything to the tauren.
This is war, it has nothing to do with opponents or enemies. All of this is caused by Gresu! Of course, the more important reason is that after fighting with the tauren for so long, the black iron dwarves are by no means a match for the tauren.
Seeking revenge on the defeated opponents, Morgan, Barbarossa and the Dark Iron dwarves who are still alive are not that stupid.