The grassland turned into a battlefield again. On the outermost position, the dwarf infantry from Ironforge and Dulong City formed the first line of defense, preparing to face the menacing greenskin army. Behind them were the muskets of Blackhammer Castle.
team, as well as archers and crossbowmen from all over the north.
"Come on! You animals! The last dwarf of Black Dragon Castle is here! Don't even think about stepping over me again!"
Grondi's bronze ax roared loudly on the defense line. Not long ago, his homeland was destroyed by the greenskins. As an iron-smasher, Grondi held on until the last moment. What he didn't know was that what he faced that day was
It was Grimgor Ironhide himself, the only dwarf to escape from the bunker.
Hatred made him pick up the shield and armor again and join the human army. The thick steel plate helmet was like an iron can, covering the dwarf's entire head. The closed eye slits of the helmet restricted his sight and even blocked part of the sound.
But what couldn't be contained was the endless rage of revenge in his body.
Only the continuous sound of muskets and the sound of bows and arrows were heard behind them. The first wave of arrows and bullets flew towards the green tide of orcs. Instead, they were surrounded by green-skinned orcs.
Then came the second wave, knocking down another batch. Then came the third wave.
Grundy held the battle ax in his hand and excitedly hit the shield with the axe, making a loud bang bang bang sound. In front of him, a tide of green skins had rushed towards him. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the Black Dragon Bunker, where
At the narrow entrance to the bunker, he and his companions blocked waves of greenskins, and as many as hundreds of greenskins died under the axes of the Ironbreaker Warriors. It was not until the greenskin leader appeared in person that the balance of victory began to tilt towards the orcs.
The side tilted. However, history will not repeat itself! Grundy roared excitedly.
The first green-skinned orc rushed forward, and the clumsy machete hit his steel shield, making a dull sound of iron collision. Then, Grundy held the ax in his backhand, and struck the orc's chest with an ax, cutting off
He hit the orc's right foot. Another orc rushed up immediately. Grondi raised his steel shield and struck head-on. The big shield caught the machete and slammed it forward, knocking the orc infantry to the ground.
Before the opponent could get up, the dwarf warrior and iron-breaker Grondy roared angrily, raised his battle ax high, and struck at the orc's head.
The sharp copper battle ax went straight into the orc's head and stuck in it. Immediately, scarlet blood overflowed from the green-skinned orc's skull, dyeing Grondi's ax red.
The large-scale orc charge stirred up dust in the sky. Under the iron can, Grondy could barely see the enemy in front of him. But this did not prevent him from killing the enemy. Because his mission was to defend the defense line. As long as he stood firm on the defense line, the enemy was in front of him.
, and behind him are his comrades. So easy to distinguish.
In the flying dust, the Grondi copper ax held up a large shield and blocked another machete attack. Almost at the same time as the steel shield blocked, the dwarf battle ax instinctively swung out, slashing through the orc infantry in front of him.
The sharp ax was inserted into the orc's thigh. The frantic orc tried to open the guard behind the round shield, but found that his strength was not as strong as this dwarf. The armor alone exceeded the weight of an adult human...
Before the orc could overthrow him, Grundy's ax had already pulled out the orc's thigh and struck again. This time, the battle ax hit the groin, almost cutting off the orc's entire thigh with one blow.
With a surge of blood, Grondi stepped on the orc infantry, and the sharp ax reflected the morning light of the rising sun and struck the orc's head...
Since there was no time to set up the formation, the human army only formed a temporary formation to meet the enemy. Even the Ugor cavalry did not have time to evacuate. The entire battlefield was in a state of chaos. There were battles everywhere, and they were bloody battles... Green
The leather orcs had no tactics at all, so they rushed up with a roar. At the same time, the Northern Alliance forces faced the enemy head-on. Rhodes saw Caroline, Bogul, and Celta beside him, and further away, the Bear Knight and Er.
Sun Shaman Yeskovitch. A little further away, it seems to be the Great Wall Rangers and their lord Edmund. Even further away, they can't be seen clearly.
Roars and screams resounded throughout the plain. In this bloody fight with no tactics at all, bloody close combat could be seen everywhere, with white knives going in and red knives coming out.
Bogul's naked chest was already covered with the blood of the enemy. The dwarf butcher was panting, but judging from the expression on his face, Bogul felt extremely satisfied. With a swing of his axe, he overturned a heavily armed black man.
Orc warrior, before the black orc warrior stood up, another ax struck down fiercely, piercing the orc warrior's breastplate!
The black orc warrior fell to the ground, his breastplate dented, and the blood was dyeing the black armor dark red.
With endless anger towards the greenskins, Bogul roared and pulled out his battle ax, rode on the black orc, extended his fist as hard as stone, and beat the black orc in the face. Until the helmet was
He was beaten out of shape...
Blood splashed on the butcher's face, but Bogul just licked the blood around his mouth, and then grabbed the battle ax and chopped down the next orc.
On the plains outside Grizzly Bear Castle, the two forces were squeezing and fighting each other. Hundreds of orcs and humans fell every minute.
On the other side of the battlefield, Lord Hillel of Watchfort was squeezed into the crowd, trying to survive. His shield was blown away by an orc, and half of his hand lost consciousness. But the orc warrior was still staring at him with a bloody battle axe.
It kept slashing at the Count's feet, cutting through the air in front of him, and almost flattening his face.
Cyril stumbled backwards, his feet were stained with blood, and the foot injury prevented him from running very fast. He could only bite the bullet and fight the orcs. The violent orc warrior struck the ax again, and you could almost hear the blade of the axe.
A whirring sound cut through the air. A brave Nethergarde soldier blocked the orc's ax with his sword and pushed the orc infantry back.
However, the guard could not hold on for a few rounds before he was chopped down by the violent green-skinned orcs. The roaring orc warrior roared, and the roar knocked Xirel to the ground. The orc warrior raised the bloody ax and was about to strike.
When he was about to strike, a bolt of lightning flashed across at extremely high speed, and accompanied by the piercing whirling sound of the battle axe, the thunder battle ax chopped off the orc's head!
The headless corpse suddenly fell towards Cyril who was lying on the ground.
Under the fiery red sun, a tall man wearing a manticore cloak walked over. Behind him were at least a dozen northern barbarian warriors.
"You forgot to take your medicine, my lord."
On the battlefield, Rhodes spoke mercilessly. He saw Xi Ruier lying on the ground with a pale face. He got up in embarrassment and was quickly protected by his own guards again.