Just as about seventy miners transferred from the right wing were running towards the left wing, the wolf cavalry suddenly moved under the command of the shaman. They were as quiet as virgins and as mobile as rabbits, and quickly attacked the dwarves on the left.
Just when everyone, including the gold-seeking uncle and Snorri, thought they wanted to attack while the reinforcements were not 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 could have a better killing effect.
But facing the sudden turn of the Wolf Cavalry, a wave of detonators almost hit the empty space! As the smoke caused by the explosion dissipated, only seven or eight goblin corpses were left on the ground that were not good at riding and turned unpleasantly.
The shaman rode on the spider and let out a weird laugh as if his plan had succeeded. 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 that whether they could protect the long-range troops behind them was 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 Fierce Axe, who was fighting with Brother Gnom, 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 Fiery Ax Boss 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.
"Form up! Charge!" As he roared, the Anvil Guards and the Eternal Hammer Guards moved. With Snorri as the center, they rushed 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 side weapons.
Although there were not many dwarves rushing over and they killed fifty people, they were all elites! How could these dwarves still have such a reserve force?
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 torrent of steel quickly collided together, and the sounds of "bang!" and "puff!" were heard endlessly.
The weight of the warg plus the goblin rider on his back was less than half that of the Anvil Guards, who were all armored in meteorite. Their impact was bounced off by the shields, and then the battle axes and heavy hammers made of meteorite hit them. .
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 guys 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 dwarves 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 goblins, 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. He rounded the hammer in his hand.
"Hey!" 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 long-range troops around Snorri hesitated for a moment before cheering!
"The goddess's choice! The goddess's choice!"
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 slowed down. Boss Fierce Ax looked up, and he saw that it was not the dwarves' long-range troops being rushed in all directions, 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 became 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 horizontal ax to block 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.
Finally, Gnom jumped up and used his inertia to smash the head of Boss Fierce Axe! A set of three consecutive hammers killed powerful enemies. Gnommu stood in front of the orc's body and roared.
"In the name of the ancestors! The hatred of Karak-Vane is settled! I, Gnommu-Skullcrusher, dedicate this victory to..."
At this moment, a "bang" came from the left side of the dwarf army.
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