The Corrupted Leviathan was wailing, and every blow from the surrounding dwarfs could inflict a little damage on it, but its clumsy attacks often missed. Even if you finally hit it, you may not be able to kill it directly, just because there are some glowing armors that can absorb part of the power.
Captain Salazar didn't know for a moment whether to use the attenuated magical wind to save his mount or attack the surrounding dwarves. It was not the Evil Moon that dominated the sky today, and the dark magic rushing around him was not considered lively.
He tried to use Fanhe's Dance of Death to increase the speed of the behemoth to help retreat, but Snow used the Runes of Wrath and Destruction in time to cut off its escape route. The magical wind gathered by the Anvil of Doom was used by him to speed up the charging of the runes. Now that his anvil was red and hot, it was a good time to release his power.
"Leviathan? That's all!" As Rogoff crawled out of its maw, the already riddled beast collapsed.
"Victory is dedicated to the god Grimnir!" Snorri stood on the anvil and waved his war hammer. He found that killing Leviathan gained a huge amount of experience, and he finally reached level four.
While the dwarves were cheering, a tall, well-dressed, and obviously tired zombie whispered a few words into the ear of Captain Salazar, who jumped off the corpse of his mount.
"Retreat!" The vampire fleet commander lifted his cloak, turned around and left.
"Where do they want to run? Where can they run!" Snorri stood on the anvil and looked further. He shouted and ordered his troops to pursue. The dwarves were very excited. They had not marched for two days and their physical strength had been restored.
In the eyes of the dwarves, by killing the giant crab, half of the battle has been won. Although Captain Salazar still has some guards around him, they no longer have any advantage in numbers.
"Hahaha, you want to run away? Do you think our navy only eats kelp?" The captain of the Harbor Guard caught up from behind, "No, they are not going to the shore. Why is that?"
Snorri and other leaders had fallen into a small misunderstanding before, that is, pirates did not necessarily have to run to the ship to escape if they wanted to escape. These guys all had legs and could move on the shore.
The city of Bordello is built around the harbor. The city has two lines of defense. The latter is the castle of the Duke himself, and the former is where Snorri and his troops guard the outer wall. It is also the division of the harbor area and the inner city. wall.
There is a distance of several hundred meters between the dividing wall and the coast, which is filled with low-rise buildings where civilians live. Although this part is nominally called Bordeaux Castle, it is actually a castle town belonging to civilians.
Previously, the undead pirates rushed straight to the inner wall, but now they are preparing to move laterally within the castle town. Salazar and a group of elite armored soldiers around him jumped on the Corrupted Crab and began to turn.
"Chase!"
"These water ghosts do all kinds of evil, and some of them are rich in gold and silver!"
"The dead people can't use the gold, so it's just right for me!"
The dwarves know that with their short legs, it is difficult to catch up with normal two-legged creatures, let alone eight-legged giant crabs. These disciplined, professional soldiers remained where they were after the enemy retreated, awaiting further instructions from Snorri.
However, this is not the case with humans. The people who make up the Coast Guard are basically civilians, and at most they can be the illegitimate sons of inner-city nobles. These guys who lick blood from their knives are blinded by money and do a lot of gray things in private. How could they let this opportunity pass?
The captain standing next to Snorri did not suppress his subordinates. He himself was a bastard with no inheritance rights in his family. He was probably thinking about how to make a profit from his subordinates' spoils!
"careful!"
"There's an ambush!"
Bloxon, who originally commanded the long-range troops, suddenly shouted on the city wall. He seemed to see something with his telescope. Snorri found that the humans had already rushed two to three hundred meters through the block, and his short-sighted eyes could not see that far in the dim night.
"boom!"
"Bang! Bang bang!"
"puff!"
"Ah! Ugh!"
Suddenly, screams, explosions, and shootings were heard in the castle town.
"Damn, that vampire is so cunning!"
Snorri cursed and directed the troops to move forward slowly. Before they could see the enemy, the fleeing Bretonnian humans rushed back.
"Stop, stop for me, Mannen, what's going on?" The captain couldn't help but shouted, trying to stop his men from fleeing.
"Bang!" A projectile hit the stone floor at his feet. The stone chips and debris stirred up hit him bloody and bloody, and he passed out directly.
"It's really useless!" Looking at the performance of these Bordello people, Snorri shook his head secretly. He suddenly no longer had such high expectations for the future military alliance with the Knight Kingdom. Although the knight army was very capable, their auxiliary troops were a bit rubbish.
"Raise your shield and advance!" Johnson Strong Shield conveyed Snorri's order amid the noise, and the dwarves moved forward slowly, pushing aside the fleeing humans.
"poisonous!"
"Hold your breath!"
Snorri frowned at the reminder from the warrior in the front row. Where did this poisonous gas come from? He stopped a few escaping humans and asked for clues.
"There were several green corpses that were swollen to the size of an ogre. The ones in front exploded before we knew what was going on!"
"Puffy zombies. Sometimes a corpse may have been floating on the sea for weeks before falling into the hands of vampire pirates. As the internal tissues rot, the corpse will swell with toxic gases." The dwarf consultant thought for a while and said his opinion.
Snorri recalled that he didn't pay much attention to this thing in his previous game. If it charged head-on, it would be directly exploded by long-range troops, causing enough damage to friendly parties. It was indeed a smart choice for Salazar to ambush them to deal with the pursuers.
"Uh!" "Uh!"
Snorri suddenly heard some painful groans coming from the front. These sounds from his own tribe were very wrong. In the past, the rifles and pistols of the zombie shooters would hardly cause trouble to them.
Zombies are lumbering, hardwood-like warriors who lack the dexterity to maneuver weapons. Even some of them are able to use firearms with the help of residual muscle memory. The bunch of old, rusty pieces they had in their hands were no longer in top shape and didn't perform well against heavily armored units.
"The goddess's choice, the zombies in front are carrying small naval guns, brothers need support!" Johnson's loud voice came back.
"Understood, let me do it!" Snorri said, raising his war hammer. -->
