"Ballin, how's it going? Is it done?" Roland said, looking at Balin's figure.
"Well, we're almost done packing. It's time for us to head to Hall 9!" Balin nodded firmly.
"I have a question. Do we need to leave enough people here to stay?" Roland looked around and said worriedly. After all, these orcs might come back and attack this place at any time.
"I don't think dividing the troops is a good idea. We don't have many people to begin with. Once they are stationed separately... they may be defeated one by one." Bahrain shook his head and disagreed with this plan. After all, although this plan can ensure that the coalition forces occupy every stronghold, it will also increase the probability of being defeated one by one.
"Forget it then. Pushing it through with one breath is also a good option!" Roland shook his head and did not insist.
"Let's go! The Dorwinian heavy swordsmen will lead the way! Balin, I need some dwarves to show us the way!" Roland said.
"No problem, I will lead the way myself!" Balin patted his chest.
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After passing through several corridors and caves, they suddenly saw light in front of their eyes, and a faint fire flickered behind the stone door.
"We're here!" Balin swallowed his saliva while clutching his battle axe.
"Chirp, chirp!" The shrill howls of goblins could be heard faintly through the corridor, sounding particularly creepy in the deep dungeon.
"There are enemies!" Omsk raised his fist, and everyone slowly stopped.
"Rangers of Lordaeron, go and scout, be careful not to get discovered!" Omsk turned his head and said softly.
"Sir, I don't think it's necessary..." A ranger from Lordaeron twitched his lips and raised his head helplessly, nodding towards a corner.
Omsk looked up in the direction of his gaze and saw that several holes had been punched in the stone wall above the stone door of the hall at some point in time, and judging by the signs of weathering, it must have been a long time since then. The most important thing was that several goblins were peeking into the cave to look at the coalition forces, and they immediately screamed when they were discovered.
"Fuck (some kind of lovely herb)! Bad luck! Forceful attack!" Roland covered his face.
"Hold, hold, hold!" The rangers of Lordaeron drew their bows one after another, sending every goblin to the afterlife with the precision of a cheat.
"They are already alert! Break the door! Let's rush in!" Omsk acted decisively and swung the sword in his hand. A black and white flame of fighting spirit flew out along the sword edge like a streak of silk and directly hit the half-open stone door. As smoke and dust flew everywhere, the several-meter-high door collapsed!
"Kill!" Roland drew out the Dragon Slaying Sword and shouted with all his might, then he took the lead and plunged into the smoke and dust!
"Your Highness! Wait!" Caslo quickly reached out to intercept, but unfortunately he missed.
"Bang!" Roland flew back at a speed faster than the charge.
"Cough cough!" Roland coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with shock.
"Don't be impulsive! There's a damn giant ogre in there!" Roland said with lingering concern as he looked at the shield that looked as shiny as new.
"Roar!" A burly figure broke through the smoke and dust and swept over waving a huge hammer.
"Bang!" Several Dorwinion heavy-armored swordsmen used their swords to block the powerful hammer.
"Open!" They simultaneously exerted force with their wrists to lift the giant ogre's war hammer and rushed forward. Several sharp swords were inserted into the giant ogre's abdomen one after another. As the sword blades turned and pulled out, the giant ogre's intestines were immediately churned out, and soon it fell to the ground and died.
"Get through quickly! We can't get stuck at the entrance!" Balin said hurriedly. Familiar with the terrain, he knew that if they were blocked at the entrance, getting back in would be difficult! The giant ogres were generally very high level, like the one just now, at least level three. If the entrance was blocked by these giant ogres, the coalition forces would most likely have to pay with their lives...
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"Fight! Sons of Durin! Ah!" Balin roared, wielding his battle axe with all his might as he slashed at the incoming goblins. The goblins' thin arms and legs were as sharp as a hot knife through butter under Balin's dwarven battle axes. With one blow, the goblins' armor shattered into pieces! Seeing this, many goblins hesitated, intimidated by Balin's might. This gave the coalition forces an opportunity. Soon, a large number of soldiers poured in, quickly clearing out the surrounding enemies and occupying the gate.
"We have occupied the gate!" Balin panted and said to Roland while holding the axe.
"Well! Let's prepare to clear this hall of orcs!" Roland said to Balin, holding up his shield. The goblins' resistance was fierce! And there were already orcs here!
"Ah!" Suddenly a city guard screamed. It turned out that an orc hiding among the goblins had chopped his leg.
"Puff!" The next second, a sharp steel gun came out and pierced into the orc's skull like cutting tofu.
"Pay attention to the formation! Be careful of the enemy! The orcs are hiding among the goblins! Be careful to identify them!" Kaslo retracted his spear with worry in his eyes.
"Holy Light!" Roland immediately treated the injured soldiers.
"There are more and more enemies!" Omsk frowned and tightened his hand holding the sword.
"Fight! Sons of Durin! Reclaim our home!" Balin led the neatly organized dwarven phalanx, repressing the enemy step by step. It was clear that the dwarves had learned their lesson from the heavy losses they suffered the previous time. They no longer recklessly displayed individual prowess, but instead adopted a more conservative and safe team approach. The result was a significant improvement in the dwarven defenses! Countless goblins and orcs crashed against the dwarven phalanx like black waves, but the dwarves remained motionless like a solid shore. Sharp dwarven axes and spears became nightmares for the orcs and goblins. The giant trolls that attempted to provide support were pinned down by the guerrilla attacks of the Lordaeron Rangers. The cunning Lordaeron Rangers would often send sharp arrows into the giant trolls' eyes, ears, and crotch, where their defenses were weak. One by one, the giant trolls were sniped by the Rangers, and the giant trolls were trapped outside the front line. The giant trolls, preoccupied with their own affairs, naturally paid no attention to the goblins and orcs being slaughtered by the combined forces of dwarves and humans.
"Ah!" A giant ogre, blinded by rage, blocked his head with his arms and slammed into the shield wall formed by Dorwinion's heavy swordsmen.
"Be careful! Get out of the way!" Roland screamed.
"Roar!" The giant ogre roared, and with his hands he blew away a large group of goblins and orcs, then slammed into the shield wall of Dorwinion's heavy swordsmen.
"Bang!" With a deafening sound, more than a dozen Dowinion heavy swordsmen flew backwards, and a huge gap appeared in the entire shield wall as if it had been bitten by a dog. The goblins and orcs' eyes immediately lit up, and they began to rush into the gap frantically.
"Block the gap! Fight to the death! Hold on!" Omsk screamed.
"Guards! Meet the enemy!" Roland drew his sword and held his shield.
"Forward!" Roland led the royal guards to block the attack at the critical moment.
"Kill!" Roland's eyes flashed with coldness. These orcs were playing with fire! They would soon understand the price of angering a king!