Because I want to see which of us is better. After that, the dwarf suddenly attacked, and the hammer rolled up a green light and backhand attacked the orc weak three ways.
Although I didn’t expect the dwarf to hand in milli-megabits, Crossa turned around and dodged this swift blow, and left half a sword in his hand to show that he accepted the dwarf challenge.
The orc color performance makes Mockera’s blood spurt, and the left-hand tomahawk accurately swings and hits the fallen sword, while at the same time, it swings the right-hand hammer at an incredible speed to strike the orc in an attempt to pick up the weapon.
The oncoming green light, with a sharp strong wind, and the fluctuation of magical energy made Crossa almost breathless. He could throw himself on the ground and roll to avoid the stormy attack of the dwarf’s double weapons and skillful skills. However, when he finally picked up a sword, the green light pounced on him again.
The metal impact rang loudly, and the sword should be broken while the hammer continued to approach the orc alongside of.seem with undiminished strength.
The orc’s agility saved him once again when Krosa was about to have another red and white thing on his head. At the moment when the sword broke, he almost rolled to the side with incredible reaction. At the same time, he threw the other half of broken arrow in his hand at the dwarf, Mockera, and fell to the ground with a heavy blow. Suddenly, the surrounding stones should crack and fly away, and the hard soil and sharp stones scratched the orc’s skin, causing some minor wounds.
Poor Crossa was covered in blood, which was extremely frightening, but the injury was not serious. The orc’s emergency move unexpectedly bypassed the dwarf’s attack on the tomahawk to block the route, but it broke into two long swords and cut through the dwarf’s thick armor, leaving a narrow wound in his arm. One by one, both of them suffered minor injuries, and the battle was tied.
In just two minutes, the offensive and defensive battle has made the dwarf orcs do their best.
Crossa got up from the ground, panting. He just went through the battlefield again, from death to fear. The orc breathed his own chaotic breath. He knew that it was just the kidney gland that could stimulate strength. Once the speed stopped, he might lose his strength and fall. This state will not last long. He must defeat the crazy dwarf with his horse.
The dwarf’s condition is not much better than his. In fact, the stubborn Mokra was badly hurt. Just now, when he rushed into the array, he was forcefully stabbed with a blood hole by the cavalry spear and the momentum of the horse. Fortunately, the dwarf has strong resilience and strong will, so on the surface, he can’t see how badly he was hurt. However, it won’t be much better if the giant is attacked at that level.
After the simple bandage is soaked with blood, the wound oozes blood every second, which consumes the dwarf’s physical strength. In addition, the sword wound on the left arm just now should make the blood red pale, and the hand holding the hammer loses consciousness for a while because of the excessive ground shock.
In the case of both seeking a quick victory, the orcs raised their swords and greeted the dwarf tomahawk again. The howling sound echoed in a frosty forest around them. Chapter III Life and Death
The north wind is dry and cold, which seems to indicate that the living environment here is cruel and cold.
Mockera looked at a finger away from his Adam’s apple, and the tip of the sword involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The green hammer fell in the snow, and it seemed that the heart was unwilling to send out a dim green light. The simple bandage was dyed red. The dwarf’s blood dripped along the edge of the broken armor in the northern snow. His breathing became heavy and muddy with a strong bloody smell. We should grasp that the hammer hand is now pressing on the wound in vain. The left hand tomahawk stopped at a place five fingers wide from the orc’s sword-holding arm.
They just looked as if they were still at this moment. Cold sweat rolled down the orc’s forehead and formed a bit of ice crystals in Pakistan.
You won, and the dwarf raised the tomahawk. The short word is like a fateful burden. Word by word, the tomahawk is you. I hope you can cherish it. Mochra’s character has always been so generous and willing to lose, although he doesn’t often bet.
It’s a lose-lose situation. The orc threw away his sword, picked up the hammer, and reached out with a touch of snow. The hammer horse responded with a burst of dazzling green light. If I kill you, I will lose the right hand of the controllable hammer forever. He handed the hammer to Krosa, who admitted that he didn’t win the dwarf weapon in the real sense. An excellent soldier, he had a strong sense of honor. He admitted that he didn’t win the hammer with great brilliance. However, he ignored the stubbornness of the dwarf.
Hum, if I don’t get hurt, it’s not a fair duel. You know, no one can beat a wounded dwarf with such a bad weapon. The dwarf’s words are three points cold and three points angry. You killed me. You can get the hammer today, but the price is not your right hand. Now you keep my life and I keep your hand. It’s fair, Orc. You deserve it. The dwarf said, turn around and leave.
Remember my name, noble dwarf. I am Crossa’s battle song. Where you need help, I will always be your friend. The orc holds the hammer high above his head. The sun shines from this angle, and the green light of the artifact shines all over him. His green skin blends perfectly as if this sacred light emanates from him.
The dwarf looked at this scene in a daze. Does that mean that Moradin blessed the green hammer to shine? He never wondered if God wanted him to give the hammer to the orc as soon as he did. The dwarf shook his head and smiled mockingly. Remember the name of the hammer, Kuroskay? It’s a pyramid of fire in Mokhla. A dwarf voice floated in the distance in the snow.
The dry and cold wind quickly took away the battlefield, but in the north, he buried the failure in his own way. Failure and death are always linked here.
Memories took Krosa away from the tent. He stretched out his scarred body and bathed in the winter sunshine. Several young infantry were looking at the new chief from a distance and talking about his scars with admiration. It was the most beautiful medal behind several honors.
The news came from the south that Chief Sal, the Blackstone tribe, had saved Hellscream. The big chief left Luodanlun, and the northern orcs rushed all the way to Krosa with excitement by a messenger. He passed by and burst into laughter from the orcs.
Immersed in happy memories, Crossa growled without being deeply infected, and let us go south to Luodanlun to meet our people.
In the life of a dwarf, the only thing he does that is not like a dwarf is to bet the Kurosky hammer on the orcs. In the eyes of dwarves and non-dwarves, this doubt is the craziest and most impossible thing. However, whenever people ask him about it, he always says that it was Moradin’s will that God gave blessings to the orcs. Besides, I lost the best hammer in my life, but I won my best friend in my life.
Looking for the lost hammer has always been a dream of Mockera. Now this artifact in his hand gently touches the magic inscription on the face. It is the pride of the dwarves. The first generation of hill kings said that it holds the power of the arrival of the true god, but no one has really seen the arrival of the god. This is just an old saying. Mockera also believes that this means that he believes that no one can bear the power of the god. The sun shines on the light blue hammer and the magic inscription is slightly shaken. It responds to the power of the morning light. The dwarf’s thoughts once again return to the past. He looks far away and lies in a more comfortable position to immerse himself.
Be careful, you’ll hurt yourself. Mokhla pulled a musketeer who rushed ahead. It was an inexperienced blacksmith, and even dwarves could hide in their mine because of the flood of undead.
A Rodin fell and became a paradise for the dead. The unarmed peasants were forced to leave their homes and move further north. The dwarves were no longer in the ancient mountain range. The dwarves were the first to come. They organized troops to help mankind retreat, and at the same time, they persevered in fighting against the undead legions in the north. A large number of blacksmiths picked up muskets and were assigned to the front line. The young hill king led a large number of new soldiers to the front line to rescue the human refugee team trapped by the undead legions, but now they are all trapped. The number of enemies far exceeded their expectations.
There are too many enemies. Mom can’t finish talking. He cuts the ghouls into two halves. The vicious tone of the rotting flesh dwarves is shocking. However, the undead are not afraid. More ghouls crowded around and surrounded the dwarves to form a simple position, forcing them to be packed. A number of gray figures spit out a long red tongue and stink. Many of them attacked from every dwarf’s imaginable angle and flew from it.
Carrying refugees away from the human guard base has been killed in this almost crazy and powerful offensive, and dwarves can only be strong, which must be tougher and more tenacious than stones.
The dread Lord Gieses looked at the besieged dwarves from the mountain peak outside the encirclement, commanding the ghouls to fill the gap in the encirclement. The dwarf’s defensive ability was beyond the devil’s imagination. He was surprised that the dwarves were brave and tenacious in the face of hundreds of troops more than himself.
I see how long you can be strong, he muttered in a low voice, with a demon in his voice, and said that he was in a dwarf’s anger, let alone comforting me
The breakout dwarves didn’t say much. He knew it was only a matter of time before they rushed to die. These crude fortifications made almost no difference in fighting in the field, and he also knew very well that there would be no more reinforcements. They were reinforcements themselves, so where could they expect other reinforcements?
To break through to the east, Mo Mo pulled his voice and shouted. The tomahawk danced in front of him into a brilliant blue light and ground it in an attempt to get close to the enemy.
Soldiers protect Chinese refugees and move slowly and hard. Every step will bring down many enemies. Similarly, many dwarves sacrifice their claws and fangs, and the trench team is lengthened. It is not as easy as the dwarves think.
Gieses smiled strangely when he looked at the long queue. He knew that the dwarf would choose the east where the encirclement was the weakest if he broke through. This was when he prepared the trap to break through, the queue was lengthened, which more clearly showed that the dwarf soldiers in the long queue could not effectively protect the Chinese refugees, and he had already dispatched two reserve teams to ambush the devil at the east intersection, holding his right hand high and asking him to give an order to form a division and encirclement advantage. Finally, the dwarf’s breakthrough opportunity would disappear.