"Fight back!" Balin roared, bloodshot instantly filling his eyes—Level 3 Skill: Berserk! Activate!
"Hah!" All the dwarves shouted loudly, raised their shields in their left hands, and reached for the throwing axes at their waists with their right hands!
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Hundreds of powerful dwarf throwing axes were thrown out with a dull whistling sound.
"Ah~" His throat was cut and he couldn't scream. He could only hear the sound of blood spurting out of his throat.
"Ah!" The troll who luckily survived let out a shrill howl, and even people in other directions looked sideways.
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"Wow! How intense! It seems like these dark-skinned people didn't get any advantage from our dwarf friends!" Omsk exclaimed.
"Stay alert! Don't be careless! The night is still long..." Omsk let out another breath.
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"Fight! Fight! Smash their heads! Tell them we are the descendants of Durin! We came from Khazad-dûm! We will return there too! No! One! Can! Stop! Us!" Balin roared, pulled out the double-edged axe stuck in the mud, and launched a charge.
"For Khazad-dûm!"
"For the glory of the Longbeard clan!"
"For the children of Turin! For our homeland!"
Inspired by Balin, the dwarves launched a crazy counterattack against the trolls.
"Ka! Bang!" The three-meter-tall trolls looked like giants to the smaller dwarves, but the dwarven warriors still had ways to deal with them. Most of the dwarves wielded their unique spiked armor-piercing axes, which had a normal battle axe on one side and a fist-sized, square-pointed armor-piercing hammer on the other! They swung the axe blades at the trolls' knee joints, amputating them like a hot knife through butter. When the trolls collapsed, they swung the square-pointed armor-piercing hammer side fiercely on their skulls. The entire combo was incredibly smooth!
"Bang!" The crisp sound of the skull exploding could be easily heard even from a hundred meters away. Hearing the tooth-aching sound of bones cracking, a smile appeared on Kaslo's face.
"Listen! What a moving sound! It seems our dwarf friends are doing a good job. They are cracking those bastards' heads like cracking walnuts!" Caslo teased.
But soon he couldn't laugh anymore. The rangers who had spread out in all directions retreated, and frost once again appeared on Kaslo's face. If there was one thing that was the most serious situation, it was being surrounded!
"Shield wall!" Kaslo shouted.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The dull sounds of shields hitting the ground were heard, and battle flames of different colors quickly covered the infantry tower shields of the royal guards. Under the fusion of battle flames, they merged into one, and the camp gate was directly blocked by this thick steel wall!
"Be careful of hidden arrows! Prepare for close combat!" Kaslo gave up the mid-range javelin counterattack. Although the royal guards' javelins had great penetrating power, their hit rate was a bit touching compared to the troll pitchers... It would be better to save his energy to kill a few trolls instead of wasting it.
"Dragon God! The impact of these spears is terrifying!"
"It's hard to believe they could unleash such power with wooden javelins!"
"Thank the Dragon God for denying them the ability to smelt... otherwise, this large shield wouldn't give me a sense of security."
The Raglan Royal Guards behind the shield wall cautiously dodged the wooden spears thrown by the trolls. The entire shield wall seemed shaky, but in fact it was as solid as a rock as a dam in the waves.
"Kill!" The sharp spears spun out from the shield wall, and a burst of blood suddenly burst out in the air. The Lagran Royal Guards who retreated after one blow did not seek credit at all. They twisted the spear body again and decisively pulled out the spear that was not sticky with blood.
"Solidify the defense line! Don't hesitate after hitting the enemy! Draw your gun immediately! Don't get stuck!" Kaslo drew out his sword and kept running behind the defense line. Wherever the pressure was too high, he would swing out a wind blade. The trolls who lacked armor could not withstand the wind blade slashing with the anger of the dragon rider. Their hands and feet were chopped off and the broken limbs were scattered all over the ground.
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"There's also a firefight over there at Kaslo's place! Now there's no movement from Orioin's side or here!" Omsk shook his head. Although the retreating Lordaeron rangers brought news of the enemy's impending attack, the shadowy trees in the jungle made it impossible to see how many enemies were lurking in the shadows.
"Rangers! I need your eyes to pay attention to every corner of the darkness. We are at risk of being attacked at any time..." Omsk's eyes were full of solemnity. Compared with a real fight, this feeling of being in the light while the enemy is in the dark was too uncomfortable.
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"Fight! Descendants of Durin!" Balin swung the axe to the right with both hands. The sharp double-edged heavy axe easily cut off the legs of a troll. As the muscles in Balin's hands exploded, the battle axe swung to the right was chopped to the left again. The troll who lost his calf and fell to the ground just put his head under Balin's axe.
"Crack!" Brain matter splattered along with the broken skull and blood, and the eyeballs were squeezed out of the eye sockets due to the pressure and jumped several meters away.
"Roar!" Balin pounded his chest, roaring wantonly. He was the descendant of Durin! The future Lord of Moria, commander of the Dwarf Expedition! He pounded his chest in front of the battle, swinging his sharp axe to chop down one troll after another who tried to break through the defenses.
Inspired by Balin, the dwarven warriors were equally fired up. They shouted slogans and advanced with heavy yet resolute steps. Their wielding nail-headed armor-breaking axes became a death spell in the eyes of the trolls. They chopped off limbs, cracked skulls, and smashed spines! Unbeknownst to the world, the Moria Skullcrushers, a force that would later rival the Dwarven Ironfoot Army, were born at this very moment!
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"Advance five, retreat three! Stab!" Although the royal guards under Kaslo were few in number, their quality was extremely high. Like a moving steel wall, they took five steps forward, rotated, and stabbed out the spears in their hands. Then, they quickly retreated three steps and drew their spears amid the trolls' wailing. In the process of advancing and retreating, the trolls left behind nearly 30 corpses.
"Shield strike!" Seeing the enemies gathering in front of him increasing in number, Kaslo frowned and gave a decisive order.
Don't think that Shield Bash is just an ordinary shield swing; this is a serious guard skill. The Royal Guard slowly took a step back, lowered their waist and squatted, and poured their fighting spirit into the shield frantically...
"Boom!" The royal guards slammed their shields, and a violent battle energy swept across the area 3 meters in front of the formation. Any trolls here were beaten by the violent battle energy wave, causing bleeding from the mouth and nose, and rolled back more than ten meters. As for the trolls hit by the shields, they were miserable. Broken tendons and bones were the least of their problems. Some poor trolls were even squeezed into a ball of blood mist by the violent battle energy wave after being hit by the shields, and their broken arms were flying all over the sky!
"His Highness is right behind us! Let them see the men of Raglan! Let them know why you are called the Royal Guards!" Kaslo cut off a wooden spear with one sword, and then thrust the sword into the troll's chest with his backhand, roaring in blood.
"Die!" Placing the long sword flat on the shield, Kaslo twisted his waist violently, and the blooming green fighting spirit suddenly stretched out from the blade for several feet. Then the three trolls who besieged Kaslo were chopped in half by his lazy waist, and fell to the ground, struggling and wailing in pain.
"Hold your position! Protect His Highness!" Caslo, covered in blood, raised his sword and roared. At this moment, he looked like a devil returning from hell.