"What!?"
Seeing the steel city wall in front of him clearly, the orc captain roared in disbelief!
During this period of fighting, the number of cavalry under his command was no longer the original number, but why were there more and more of these troublesome iron cans in the dwarf army?
He couldn't help but feel a little desperate. But the situation is stronger than the beast, and with the momentum of the charge, even if he can control his mount, he will be pushed forward by the men behind him!
"Waaagh!" The orc captain let out a desperate war cry. He raised the machete in his hand and struck at the Iron Breaker Warrior in front of him.
"Bang!"
The sword struck the shield,
"Hmph!" With the support of his teammates behind him and the protection of his armor, the Iron Breaker Warrior just grunted and took half a step back in the face of the huge impact.
"Pfft!" A broken iron man next to him chopped off the pig's head with an axe, and blood spurted out from the carcass.
Seeing that the body of the horse whose lives were intertwined was missing, the orc captain's eyes almost burst out with anger! He waved the machete in his hand wildly, and his men then charged at the Iron Breaker Warriors' front line.
Under the continuous impact, the thin front line composed of more than a hundred dwarves seemed to be crumbling.
"Disperse!" Gnom issued a new order. The Iron Breaking Warriors quickly made way for several passages,
While the orcs were wondering whether it was their own bravery that made the dwarves in front of them feel intimidated and retreat, Gnom and his hammer guards strode out of the gap. They swung the heavy hammers in their hands to drive these orcs out of their minds. Freed from all worries!
Just when Gnom and several Hammer Guards knocked down the most stubborn orc captain to the ground, Boss Fiery Ax and his orc infantry arrived.
Seeing that the War Pig Cavalry he had worked so hard to form was completely wiped out, Boss Fierce Axe was almost heartbroken. This was his capital to fight for hegemony in the Bad Land!
However, the charge of the War Pig Cavalry was not without effect. Although it did not cause much damage to the dwarves in the front row, they successfully destroyed the dwarves' originally impregnable defense line.
Now, faced with the roaring orc troops rushing over, Gnomu had no time to reorganize his defense line! He could only face the orcs with his Hammer Guards.
"Waaagh!"
"In the name of Grimnir!"
The coaches of both sides roared, and the green waves hit the steel city wall!
"Shoot! Shoot their rear team!" In order to avoid accidentally injuring the friendly troops in the front row, Snorri ordered to stop shooting when the cavalry approached. Now, it was time to open fire again.
The gunners and crossbowmen raised their weapons and ejected the ammunition at a certain angle at the rear orcs who were not in direct contact with the dwarves, and a wailing sound erupted instantly.
At the same time, the two ballistae that had not been moved because of their slow rate of fire and difficulty in targeting the cavalry also opened fire.
The spear-like objects, which were almost as tall as the dwarves, were endowed with huge kinetic energy by the strong bow strings. The power of their single shot could still be surplus after penetrating two greenskins, nailing them straight to the ground.
Seeing the rapid loss of their men in the hail of bullets, the two greenskin commanders became anxious.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!" Boss Fierce Ax waved the battle ax in his hand and tried to break through the dwarves' defense with his big bodyguards.
In many tribes, the largest orcs gather into a band of thugs known as the Big Ones. These warriors are larger, stronger and more aggressive than the average orc boy.
Those who achieve leadership status among the big guys often become future bosses or even generals. They are muscular and nearly two meters tall. They hold huge chopping tools and are full of lethality.
"You trash! You are worse than a fart!"
The goblin shaman on the mountain saw that all his war pig riders were annihilated, and the infantry's attack was not going smoothly. He jumped up and down anxiously, venting his anger on the archers around him.
Compared with the dwarf's ranged troops, their results were minimal. Only a few unlucky dwarves were shot in the face that lacked armor protection and exited the battle.
"Ahhh! Brother Mao told me that if we continue like this, we will be in big trouble!"
Feeling the energy reaction in "Big and Green", the goblin shaman felt a headache!
Orcs and goblin shamans differ from ordinary mages in that their magic is derived from the spiritual energy generated by the surrounding greenskins.
Each shaman can obtain magic power from the common soul kingdom of the big green skins, but the magic power obtained will be different under different circumstances.
If orcs are fighting, the shaman's power increases by gaining orc resonance from his companions. This is usually a good thing, but it's a bad thing if those vibes are coming from panicked and confused orc deserters.
"Waaagh!" the goblin shaman screamed strangely,
"Boys, follow me down and kill all those dwarfs holding Tutu!" As he said that, he stepped on a spider, followed by two hundred goblin wolf cavalry roaring down the mountain.
As the mount ran, an evil energy was also condensing on the goblin shaman. When he passed the entangled battle line of dwarves and orcs at the foot of the mountain,
"Get itchy! Dwarfs!"
He scratched his armpits wildly, grinning like a madman, and spread his painful dermatitis through magical energy to the dwarf warriors who rushed up to try to block them. The goblin shaman released a little waaaagh spell called Itch Invasion. .
There are two types of green-skinned magic. The ones used by orcs are called great waaagh spells. These spells are powerful and can be used to cause destruction.
The goblins use what are called small waaagh spells. These spells are less powerful and can only be used to harass enemies.
Even with excellent magic resistance, these brave dwarf warriors within the range of the spell still felt unbearable itching. The pain from the inside out made them want to take off their armor and find a place to scratch it.
Although they resisted the temptation with their own perseverance, the soldiers' charging pace still slowed down.
Taking advantage of this gap, a large group of goblin cavalry slipped over from the left side of the dwarves' frontal defense line. Only the last thirty or forty goblins were blocked by the recovered dwarves.
The dwarves did not try to pursue. They knew that they would not be able to catch up with the swift and windy cavalry at their own speed. Instead, the original defense line would collapse and they would be out of control.
The goblin shaman rushed out with the wolf cavalry and opened a distance. He wanted to restore his magical wind, and the wolves also needed to take a breath. If they want to attack the dwarves' long-range troops, they must break through the miner troops responsible for protecting the flanks.
The gold-hunting uncle also has a lot of combat experience. "Don't panic, you guys with mustaches on the left! The wolf cavalry can't hurt you! Hold the mining pick tightly and don't relax! The one on the right, take half of it!"
While he organized the dwarves on the left to stabilize the formation, he also mobilized some dwarves on the right to strengthen the defense on the left.
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