"Come back! Come back, his scepter doesn't charge so fast!" Snorri realized something was wrong. Such a powerful skill requires a long cooling time! This cunning night goblin is bluffing!
But it was too late. These dirty guys were moving very fast. They did not want to fight and rushed directly through the gap made by the ogre.
Snorri held his breath, knowing that the success or failure of the plan depended on him!
"Skarsnik, die!" In order to have a condescending output environment and avoid the thrown war hammer being blocked by the soldiers around the night goblin warmaster, he jumped up as hard as he could, and used the Storm in mid-air. The hammer locked onto Skarsnik's conspicuous figure wearing a high hat.
The battlefield was extremely noisy, and Skarsnik was not known for his agility and quick reactions. When he heard the sound of the war hammer breaking through the wind and stopped poking, the hammer had already flown over his head. .
"Ouch! Ouch!"
"puff!"
Snorri heard several strange noises, and the entire battlefield seemed to be silent. After he landed, he began to look at what happened.
It was Gobra, the huge and loyal cave squig who jumped up to block the deadly hammer for his master.
"Damn beast!" Snorri punched the air fiercely and recalled his war hammer. Seeing that his encircling troops were still more than ten meters away from reaching their destination, considering the difference in movement speed, it can be said that he The encirclement and suppression plan has gone bankrupt.
Skarsnik struggled to crawl out from under Gobra. To the surprise of everyone present, the night goblin did not immediately run away in the joy of surviving the disaster. Instead, he paid attention to Squig's body. Injury!
Although Snorri's meteorite warhammer is quite heavy, Gobra is no ordinary Squig. The combination of the first-level Storm Hammer and the master-level throwing rune is still not enough to directly kill this monster. Its fungus His body was dented, but he was still alive.
"Boss! Let's go quickly!" This was the voice of the night goblin shaman Old Crescent Moon. It spent a lot of energy to get rid of the entanglement of the dwarf pursuers behind it. After finally reaching the boss, it found that Skarsnik had stopped to break through. footsteps.
"No, I want to take Gobra away!" Skarsnik let out a heart-rending howl. For the despicable and cunning night goblins, it is difficult for them to understand the relationship between Skarsnik and Gobra. of feelings between.
For Skarsnik, the Squig in front of him is not just a life-saving grace for him. In the night goblin society full of intrigues and intrigues, even if he becomes the boss of a war gang, he still has to walk on thin ice. He couldn't trust any of his subordinates.
He always suspected that a certain night goblin, perhaps the most capable of touching the sky or the most skilled spell caster, Lao Yueya, wanted to take his head off at night and replace him as the war boss.
Such speculation is by no means groundless. Isn't this how Skarsnik's spirit came to power? In such an extreme environment, a loyal partner is undoubtedly extremely valuable.
Gobra is Skarsnik's pet, his helper on the battlefield, his friend who can confide in his heart, and his guarantee for a peaceful sleep at night! Skarsnik couldn't bear to lose it.
A few stronger night goblin soldiers dragged and carried Gobra to escape under the threat of the boss, but this undoubtedly slowed down the escape speed of the night goblins.
Snorri almost laughed out loud when he saw this hilarious scene. This is really a village with dark flowers and bright lights! While the night goblins were in a hurry, Snorri's Eastern Route Army and his anvil guards had already surrounded the front.
These dwarf warriors, who were airtightly protected by meteorite armor, took over the position of the human adventurers who had reached their limit. They completely blocked the not-so-wide mountain road in the Fearless Fortress.
"Squirt! Squirt me hard! I want to eat flaming green mushrooms at night!" Snorri breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he was close to victory again, but he would not relax and decisively commanded the Iron Dragon gunners. for output.
These dwarves holding iron dragon hand cannons were holding back their anger! They woke up early in the morning and crossed the mountains. After arriving, they started moving stones and building roadblocks. After working for a long time, they were notified that the plan had changed. They had done all the work in vain before.
Immediately afterwards, they started running as hard as they could in meteorite plate armor. The teammates in front holding axes and shields could chop down the night goblins who had weak legs and feet to vent their anger, but they didn't even have a chance to fire!
Before they could find a firing space through the gap between their teammates in the front row and complete their aim, those night goblins had already disappeared!
The flames emitted by the Iron Dragon hand cannon seemed to be the embodiment of the anger in their hearts. The burning night goblins were crying and howling, wishing to dig a hole in the ground.
"Hmph! Skarsnik, I'm going to spread your ashes!" Snorri looked at the sea of fire in front of him and put the warhammer back on his waist. Although he had the blessing of the combat boots on his feet this time, he still So tired!
Just as Snorri was preparing to perform an autopsy on Skarsnik, the situation suddenly changed again.
"Waaagh!" Behind him, another waaagh sounded on the mountain road leading to Bretonnia.
These sounds sound quite deep, and are not comparable to the sharp roars of the goblins!
Snorri looked back and saw a large group of orcs with no armor on their bodies, only a grass skirt covering their lower bodies, and their exposed skin covered with weird paints emerging from the woods.
"Wild orcs? Why do these bastards appear here?" Snorri felt a headache. These guys usually live in the jungles of the South.
"Dong! Dong Dong!" The drum beat filled with strange rhythms rang!
These wild orcs are not only savage in appearance, but they also beat drums and chant to arouse their bloodthirsty rage before fighting.
Although other orcs find their backward customs strange, they all agree that wild orcs are extremely ferocious warriors.
These guys were waving big sticks, stone axes and flint spears in their hands. Snorri looked down from the slope, and behind him there were vaguely wild orc bow boys holding crude bows and arrows.
These wild orcs gave way to a passage amidst strange screams and bursts of drums. A small group of taller men with the weirdest paints on their bodies and wearing a lot of shriveled heads, bracelets or other worship objects. They showed up.
They were surrounded by a huge war pig. The war pig was as big as a griffin, but compared to the rider on its back, the war pig itself was not surprising.
"I'm Urzago - the green-skinned prophet hand-picked by Brother Mao! Brother Mao asked me to come over and see which one is Skarsnik!"
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