Under the influence of rune magic, the warhammer in mid-air broke away from Lord Ox's control and flew back at a strange angle. However, the night goblin shaman reacted very flexibly. Hearing the strange noise coming from behind, he tried to Jump to the right to dodge.
Although its movement was fast enough, its left arm was still carried by the meteorite war hammer. The shaman screamed, his arm twisted into a strange angle, and the dagger fell to the ground.
"Suffer death!" Snorri turned sideways slightly to absorb the impact of the retraction, held the hammer in his hand and stepped forward.
That night, the goblin shaman naturally refused to sit still and wait for death. It held the staff in one hand and tried to block Snorri's attack. However, it lost the support of its left hand and the staff was directly knocked away by Snorri.
"Be careful!" Just as Snorri was about to kill this damn night goblin with a hammer, he heard a shout from behind. Hearing the sound, he rolled on the spot again,
"Bah!" A sharp voice rang out, Snorri twisted his waist and gave a hammer, and a despicable lurker with a stooped back and a mask had his head smashed.
It held a dagger in each hand. Snorri had just been reminded and passed the dagger on the right, but the one on the left still cut his cloak, leaving a white scratch on the armor.
Snorri saw that night goblin shaman took the opportunity to roll and crawl away six or seven steps away from it. He was too lazy to chase it and just threw a hammer to flatten its chest.
That night, the goblin shaman's limbs twitched and he died. Snorri raised his head and focused on the battle again. He found that the peasant archers had been completely killed and wounded by the attack of these highly lethal dual-wielding goblins.
Only a few of the lucky ones who stood aside and were nimble enough with their hands and feet managed to save a life. Seeing them squatting on the ground and shaking constantly, Snorri knew that these humans who had just witnessed the death of their comrades had lost their fighting ability. As for whether they would be able to fight in the future. The psychological shadow left behind is not something he needs to consider.
Glancing around the human corpses scattered on the ground, Snorri found that they died in miserable conditions. Many of them were fatally injured in the two key parts between the two thighs. Snorri could probably imagine that the goblins were How to accomplish these actions with just the right height and weapons in both hands.
At that moment, his hair stood on end. Perhaps, compared to this way of death, it would be more merciful to jump up and cut his throat directly.
The morale of those despicable lurkers was quite average. After the shaman who took the lead and provided spell support was killed by Snorri, they were a little afraid.
Snorri looked back and saw that the people of Fearless Castle had already fought against the night goblins' rear group, which put even more pressure on the ogres. Some humans had fallen, and several big fat men were also there. After a small amount of toxins accumulated, he fell to the ground and did not know whether to live or die.
Snorri was caught in a dilemma for a moment. If he continued to confront the despicable marauders, the defense line might collapse. And if he turned back to support the defense line, there was no guarantee that these goblins who had not completely lost their fighting spirit would attack from behind. Norrie believes no one wants to be pierced from front to back.
Suddenly, Snorri heard several gunshots, which was like nectar from heaven! In addition to the three old ones - fireballs, iron bullets and crossbow arrows, this time there was also the sound of "crackling!". Snorri knew that this was Bahrain's activation of the two organ cannons.
"Hold on, friends! Victory is right in front of you!" Snorri shouted in time. Many times, war is all about morale. If you are not interested in fighting and just want to escape, then the more people you have, the more casualties you will suffer from the stampede.
"What about you? You wretched hunchbacks! Your boss is finished! Are you still here waiting to be reduced to ashes by my artillery?" Snorri threatened the despicable lurkers,
This had a certain effect. After seeing the firepower of the dwarves, these scum among the goblins became less confident in the daggers in their hands.
Knight Fatis took the opportunity to command a few cavalry to charge back, driving back the remaining despicable lurkers.
"Hold on! Hold on!" Snorri quickly ran to the front of the line. He and the remaining knights filled the vacancies caused by battle losses.
Although they lost the cover of the peasant archers, the effect of the convoy artillery was undoubtedly better. The night goblins fought under the scorching sun and lost their physical strength very quickly, and their attacks began to become weak.
"Master Snorri! I'm here!" Johnson-Standard's resonant voice rang out from the west of the battlefield, accompanied by the sky-high orange hair crowns of the dwarf butchers and the bloody storm they brought about.
"Where is Skarsnik! Come forward and die!" Rogoff, the manticore butcher, replaced his favorite two-handed heavy axe. With one sweep, he could cut three or four thin night goblins in half!
He remembered the name of Skarsnik, the great enemy of the mountains who had the ancestral goddess send a special oracle. This butcher who wanted to die led his companions straight towards Skarsnik's army.
"Where did this little man come from! He's so brave!" Skarsnik was shocked by Rogoff's heroic appearance. He is not yet the famous general of the Eight Peaks Mountain who will be famous in the future and can stop children from crying at night!
He looked around at the goblin leaders, and it was obvious that no one in this group dared to fight the brave butcher.
"You guys! If you want to continue waaagh, just rush down the mountain for me!"
"Old Crescent Moon! Don't waste your magic power. When you enter Dayoulu, there will be plenty of opportunities to use it. Give me the black mist trick!"
"Touch the sky! Raise my battle flag! I want to overthrow those shrimp and fat-bellied bastards!"
Skarsnik issued three orders in a row. The continuous offensive failures and the gradual arrival of Snooker's encirclement force finally made the wise night goblin anxious.
Soon, Snorri saw a black cloud appear in the sky above the night goblin forward troops. He couldn't see clearly what was going on inside. He could only hear the strange screams and the continuous "waaagh" battle cry of the greenskins.
Bloxson, who was at the rear, obviously noticed this strange thing. He once again commanded the artillery to launch a salvo. However, due to the shroud of black clouds, the artillery crew could not aim and could only fire based on feeling. This round of artillery fire It failed to stop the goblins' desperate charge.
In an instant, Snorri saw a very tall goblin leader emerge from the black clouds. It held a machete usually used by orcs in one hand, and held a battle flag in the other hand. .
Under the influence of the crescent-shaped smiling yellow face on the battle flag, the surrounding night goblins became extremely violent!
"In the name of the ancestors!" Snorri sounded the runes of the stove and home, which aroused the courage and pride in the hearts of the surrounding friendly troops, allowing them to face the last wave of charge calmly.
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