Ride and Cut

　　 After the wall, Annie, who was temporarily designated by Richard as the leader of the spell-casting team, commanded Hum just to bless the soldiers in front of him with a stone skin technique.

　　 Range blessing spells are often the closer they are to the caster, the larger the area of ​​effect. Now even if it is separated by a thin wall, at least 20% of the area is wasted.

　　Blessed spells are generally not as popular as energy-shaping spells in the military, and this is the reason. To maximize the effect of blessed spells, the caster cannot stay behind and must follow the fighters closely. As a result, it is easy to be destroyed by enemy fire and lose valuable spell power.

　　 But at least at this moment, Hum undoubtedly won a round for the blessing spell. Nehru had never seen such a big scene. His legs were trembling visible to the naked eye. After chanting twice, he failed to release the fireball technique successfully.

　　 Hutt shot his bow and arrow, while taking a moment to glance at Nehru. The content in that vision made the kobold fearful.

　　 Bean heavy rain began to fall from the sky one after another, cold water poured on his face to calm him a lot, and tried again, the fireball finally pulled out a billowing black smoke.

　　 The rain undoubtedly greatly weakened the power of fireball, but Nehru chose a good target, blowing up a Minotaur and killing several jackals. The awe of the wild robbers for the power of the elements has deepened into his bones, and the momentum of the charge could not help but slow down a bit.

　　 But it only slowed down, greed has driven them into madness, and the mere fireball technique is not enough to help them calm down. The next moment the robbers made a higher noise and continued to rush and beat.

　　 "These clubs are so quiet, I'm almost deaf." Richard flicked his nose and wielded a huge sword to guard a two-yard wall alone.

　　 Some robbers found that the defenders here were extremely sparse, thinking that there was a bargain, and rushing over to prepare for a breakthrough.

They will soon find that their cleverness is completely ruining their lives-the great sword has a terrible weight that is completely inconsistent with its performance. It looks extremely quick and sensitive, but even the strongest Ursa warrior cannot resist a little when it strikes. .

　　 Wilderness bandits are totally mob, but the strength of the strong races among them is definitely not to be ignored. They stepped forward and launched an attack on a human who seemed to be incapable of vindictiveness, and they were knocked down one after another like cutting wheat.

　　 The scope of the giant sword is simply a life restricted zone. As long as it is touched by the outline, the slightest consequence is that the bones and bones break and quit the battle.

　　 This anomaly directly attracted Minotaus, the top combat power among the wild robbers. The length of the great sword is amazing, but it is still slightly inferior to the tauren's mallet. The Minotaur roared the mallet and smashed the jackal who was in the way in front of him into meat sauce, and then the mallet headed towards Li. The observation fell.

　　 Even Richard didn't want to resist Minotaur's heavy blow, he would never be weaker than the opponent. But his height disadvantage is likely to cause him to be rammed into the soil directly half of his body.

　　 Richard's agility is beyond the reach of a big man like a tauren. He shrank his head and avoided the mallet that passed above his head, and jumped up and swung his sword on his shoulders.

　　 Minotaur’s combat effectiveness is really commendable. He is the only stubble who can resist the lord’s full blow and can survive for a while, but his shoulder blades are also sunken into a terrible depth. Death is only a matter of time.

　　 "Both crossbows and fireballs will greet me as the tauren!" No matter whether he could hear him or not, he roared and ordered.

　　Minotaurs are few in number, but they are almost as effective as a siege weapon. Richard felt that let alone the dwarves, even the group of barbarians under his hands would definitely be more difficult to deal with head-on.

　　 If the swarming army of wild people is like a tide, then the joint line of defense between the alpine castle and the dwarves is the levee, allowing the waves to beat and stand still.

　　 Although there are many robbers, at most there are only a few powerful races that have the capital to compete with the barbarians and warriors. No matter how many bunny heads and goatmen, they can only beat the drums.

　　 The barbarians were able to cope, but the dwarf infantry was caught in the toughest battle from the beginning.

　　 Hobgoblins and Jackals are actually the real backbone of the wilderness, and their combat power and numbers are above the standard. The vassal warriors with more people than them can fight without them, and there are not as many people as they can fight against the warrior races that they can fight.

In the chaos, the hobgoblins still organized their own crooked spearmen array. Both martial arts and discipline are a temporary choice among the wild natives, and their physical attributes are not weak. They could have been equal to the dwarves, but equipped. However, the huge gap caused the result to lean to one side quickly.

　　 The simple iron-clad spear top has very limited effect on sophisticated plate armor, while the dwarves’ throwing axes and warhammers are not beneficial to unarmored targets.

　　 In contrast, the fanatical jackals died faster and worse than hobgoblins~www.readwn.com~ but their craziness really caused trouble. The dwarf warrior easily knocked down most of the first batch of jackals, but found that the seriously injured or even dying jackals were desperately trying to drag them down!

　　 Life-for-life is the most accustomed play style of jackals, but it is an unspeakable psychological shock for dwarves. Once dragged down, there would be almost no chance to stand up again, and soon he was dragged away by hands and feet and disappeared, leaving only a few horrifying screams of despair.

　　 The rain seems to be getting denser, and it is almost impossible to open your eyes.

　　The heavy rain drops on the iron armor, crackling. Soaking the inner lining and skin along the gap, releasing the coolness of the entrapment to the body, but it can't extinguish the blood and anger that burned to the extreme on both sides.

　　The wild people compete for resources, the dwarves guard secrets, and the alpine fort is for living space.

　　 It's hard to say whether they are right or wrong, and whether there is justice or evil. But this is not important at all. What can be confirmed is that life and blood are being consumed at a terrifying rate at this moment.

Richard has been unable to count how many people’s bones were smashed by the epee in his hand. Relying on the advantages of individual combat power, the first batch of wild people were quickly slaughtered, and those who followed were almost stepping on the corpses of friendly forces to continue. Launch an offense.

　　 glanced at it, his vision was completely filled with ferocious wilderness people, as if there was no end.

　　 The power gap is undoubtedly prominent at this moment-the number of barbarian warriors in Alpine Fort is slightly smaller, but they have always firmly maintained their own formation and cover each other. The dwarf warriors have begun to suffer casualties, and the wet and slippery ground on rainy days has made them even worse.

　　 If there is an hourglass meter, it can be timed, and it will not exceed ten minutes at most from the time of the battle. But for the dwarves fighting at the forefront, it is even more difficult than a year!