Ride and Cut

　　 The cringe of the wild robber didn't last long. Just a day later, when the sun just started to set westward, a horn was sounded on the arrow tower.

　　 Looking around, you can see countless figures lingering on the horizon.

　　 Those are gangs of robbers. They are still hesitating and waiting. They haven't brewed the determination to die and break the net, but the process will not be very long.

　　 The dwarf warriors assemble quickly, and the Alpine Fortress Guard is ready, everything is tense and orderly. Everyone has been prepared for this battle that will come sooner or later.

　　 Richard and Sendak each took all the melee infantry out of the protection of the wall and lined up in front of the wall.

　　 The dwarves put heavy steel shields on the ground, and the silent warriors are like steel sculptures.

　　 This is just a two-edged wall, and it is unrealistic to defend against it.

　　 They must protect the wall as much as possible, and gain output time for all remote units behind the wall, so as to maximize the defensive effect of the wall.

　　 "It's a pity, it would be nice if it could be delayed for another day." Sendak carried the warhammer in infinite regret.

　　 One more day, waiting for the Titan's source quality to change may be able to solve the robbers effortlessly. One day less, a cruel **** battle will be inevitable anyway. It's just a mere day, I don't know how many lives will be swallowed.

　　 The telescope tube is a weapon in the reconnaissance. It can not only spot the enemy in advance, but also observe the details of the opponent in detail.

　　 They are facing the worst situation expected-the wilderness natives from different tribes unexpectedly reunited temporarily under the dual pressure of the alpine fort and the dwarf tribe.

　　 This is a mob in the literal sense. There is no command, no cooperation, no queue, but there is no doubt that there are really enough people. Close observation can find almost all the common races nearby, such as wolves, bears, hobgoblins... and even more than a dozen Minotaurs. I wonder if the last batch are from the same tribe.

　　 Pompeii is really hard to imagine what kind of ultimate temptation an iron mine is in the wilderness.

　　 "How many people are there on the other side?" Richard sat on a brick in a three-layered heavy armored golden sword, without a helmet, and his face was as calm as a lake.

　　 "Three thousand or more than four thousand." Sendak replied.

　　 The confusion of the opponent's formation and race objectively increases the difficulty of statistics, and it is difficult to estimate the number of people accurately.

　　 "What about us?" Richard placed a square stone in front of him. The sharp-eyed dwarf should be able to see that it was a sharpening stone.

　　 "Six hundred... Five hundred and ninety seven."

　　 "Those who count me?"

　　 "Count it."

　　 "It's okay, one person kills six, it's not too difficult."

　　 Knowing that what he was about to face was a war of six hundred to four thousand, Sendak didn't know why Richard was still smiling, but he did grin suddenly.

　　 Richard raised the iron kettle and poured the liquor to rinse the dragon sword body until the fine steel exuded a cold light, then bowed his head and began to polish the blade on the stone.

　　 "I suddenly felt that it would be nice to try the edge."

　　 As he said so, the dwarves around were madly anxious. The sharpening of a heavy weapon can not be done in a short while, but now you can see an astonishing number of robbers on the horizon ready to move, and it is possible to attack at any time!

　　 In their eyes, the lord of Alpine Fort must be mad. However, the soldiers of Gaoshan Fort took out their weapons to check carefully, and they saw that their expressions were clearly considering, and it was too late to borrow a stone.

　　 Richard was very devoted to this work, stopping from time to time to check carefully with his eyes, and then continued to polish. The technique is amateurish, but his expression is extremely serious, like a novice apprentice in a blacksmith's shop.

　　 Although the dwarf warriors found it absurd, they were not consciously immersed in the calm mood after all, and gradually calmed down.

　　 "Master Richard is really famous." Sendak couldn't help sighing.

　　 "The limelight has been left to the boss alone." Gunther curled his lips aggrievedly.

　　 A few beast-like howls suddenly sounded from the robbers in the distance, and they spread quickly like a plague. From nothing, from sparse to dense, from intermittent to continuous, until all the robbers began to shout.

　　 Various strange howls gathered together, full of greed and bloodthirsty, as if the evil spirits of **** appeared in the world, rolling along the vast and flat ground.

　　 Sendak raised his warhammer high and hit the stone with a loud noise, making sure that everyone would notice his voice, "Ready to take the enemy!"

　　 There was a sound of iron armor rubbing between the dwarf infantry, and the arrow upstairs behind them was chanting roulette to wind the crossbow.

　　 Richard raised his head and looked at the cloudy sky. There were faint electric snakes flickering in the clouds. It took a few breaths to hear the dull thunder from afar.

　　 It seems that it is going to rain again.

　　 The robbers started to move, as if a full reservoir opened the gate. There are no formations, no gradients, no batches, but the visual impact created by thousands of people who want your life is like a strong wind that makes people feel hard to breathe~www.readwn.com~Calculate NS. Richard kicked the Whetstone with a kick, stood up and stretched, "I'll look back and try again when I have time." "

　　 Many dwarves want to see how long he can grind, and at the same time they are relieved, they are vaguely disappointed.

At the forefront are the Goatmen and Bunnyheads, much faster than the larger bearmen or Minotaurs. Excellent sprinting ability is the cost of these little men living in the wilderness, but at this moment, I don’t know. Convergence has become a reminder for them.

　　 Richard put on his helmet and drew out the great sword. When they rushed in front of him, he suddenly exerted force.

　　 The seventy-pound sword, under the blessing of great power, instantly turned into a lightning that was hard to catch with the naked eye. The sheephead's hideous face remained for a few breaths before he suddenly realized that his entire chest and abdomen had been smashed into minced meat, and he was suddenly helpless to be overwhelmed by his companion's feet and feet.

　　 The centaur stood behind the wall and began to draw its bow and let out arrows. With the sound of the bowstring, a feather arrow flew out of an arc and flew towards the taller bandits behind the goatman. Behind the bed crossbow also began to shoot, and with every sound of "Xian Om", a heavy all-steel giant arrow turned into a black shadow, and when shot in a dense place, it could skewer three or five people on the ground.

　　 "Hephaestus!" The dwarf yelled at the name of the **** of forging, and kicked off the full-scale hand-to-hand combat.

　　 The screams and blood instantly became as cheap as air. The dwarf might not be as strong as Minotaur, but at least it crushed the vassal warrior who rushed far in front.

　　 The bunny heads suddenly discovered that the opponent's warhammer could not be resisted by the sticks in their hands, and the suzerain that they usually depend on has not followed. But surrounded by other robbers swarming behind them, they had already lost the right to retreat, and inevitably became the first victims in this battle.