Ride and Cut

Behind the wall, Annie, who was temporarily assigned by Li Cha as the leader of the spell-casting team, commanded Heng to give a stone skin spell to the soldiers ahead.

Area-enhancing spells usually have a larger area of ​​effect the closer they are to the caster. Now, even if it is only separated by a thin wall, at least 20% of the area is wasted.

This is the reason why blessing spells are generally not as popular as evocation spells in the military world. In order to maximize the effect of buff spells, the caster cannot stay behind and must keep up with the fighters. As a result, it is easy to be knocked out by the enemy's concentrated fire, thus losing precious magic power.

But at least at this moment, Hum undoubtedly won a round for the blessing spell. Nehru had never seen such a big scene before, his legs were trembling visibly to the naked eye, and he failed to release the fireball technique after chanting the mantra twice.

While firing his bow and arrow, Hurt took the time to glance at Nehru, and what was in that gaze made the kobold tremble with fear.

Big raindrops began to fall from the sky one after another, and the cold water dripped on his face, which made him calm down a lot. He tried again, and the fireball finally came out of his hand with a billowing black smoke.

The rain undoubtedly greatly weakened the power of the fireball technique, but Nehru chose a good target, blowing up a Minotaur and killing several gnolls. The awe of the wilderness bandits for the power of the elements has already been deeply rooted in their bones, and the momentum of the charge can't help but slow down a little.

But it's just a slowdown, greed has already driven them into madness, and the mere fireball technique is not enough to help them calm down. The next moment, the robbers made even higher noises and continued to rush and beat.

"The movement of these clubs is really not small, I'm almost deaf." Li Cha flicked his booger, and brandished his huge sword to guard a section of two-yard-long fence alone.

Some robbers found that the defenders here were extremely sparse, and they thought they could take advantage of it, so they rushed over to prepare to break through.

They will soon find that their cleverness is completely ruining their lives-the huge sword has a terrible weight that is completely inconsistent with its performance, and it looks extremely fast and sensitive, but even the strongest bear warriors cannot resist it for a while.

The wilderness bandits are a rabble as a whole, but the strength of the strong fighting race among them cannot be ignored. They went on and on to attack a human being who didn't even know how to fight, but they were knocked down one after another like cutting wheat.

The range of the giant sword is simply a restricted area of ​​life. As long as it is touched by the outline, the lightest consequence is that the muscles and bones will be broken and the battle will be withdrawn.

This abnormality directly attracted Minotaur, the top combat power in the Wilderness Bandits. The giant sword was astonishingly long, but it was still slightly inferior to the Tauren's mallet. The Minotaur roared and swung the mallet to crush the Gnoll who stood in the way, and then the mallet fell on Richard.

Even Li Cha didn't want to resist Minotaur's heavy blow, he would definitely not be weaker than the opponent. But the height disadvantage is likely to cause him to be directly rammed into the soil with half of his body.

Li Cha's agility was unattainable for a big man like a tauren. He ducked his head to avoid the mallet passing over his head, jumped up on the spot and swung his sword on his shoulder blade.

Minotaur's combat effectiveness is really commendable, he is the only stubble that can survive for a while against the lord's full blow, but his shoulder blades are also sunken to a terrible depth, and death is only a matter of time.

"Give me the tauren's greetings for bed crossbow and fireball!" He yelled and ordered, regardless of whether he could hear him behind him.

Minotaurs are few in number, but they are almost as effective as siege machines. Li Cha felt that not to mention the dwarves, even the group of savages under his command, it would definitely be more difficult to deal with them head-on.

If the swarming wilderness army is like a tide, then the joint defense line of the mountain castle and the dwarves is the embankment, which remains motionless despite the waves.

Although there are many bandits, at most only a few powerful races have the capital to fight head-on with the barbarian warriors, and no matter how many rabbit-headed people and goat-men and the like, they can only beat the side drum at most.

The barbarians managed it, but the dwarven infantry had the hardest fight from the start.

The hobgoblin and the wolf man are actually the real backbone of the wilderness, and their combat effectiveness and numbers are above the standard. There are not as many vassal fighters as they can fight, and there are not as many powerful warriors than them.

In the chaos, the hobgoblin still organized a crooked array of spearmen on its own. Both martial arts and discipline were the best choice among the wilderness natives, and their physical attributes were not weak. They could have been equal to the dwarves, but the huge gap in equipment made the result quickly skewed to one side.

The crude iron-clad spear tops are extremely limited against fine plate armor, while the dwarves' throwing axes and war hammers are ineffective against unarmored targets.

In contrast, fanatical gnolls die faster and worse than hobgoblins, but their madness is the real problem. The dwarf warriors easily knocked down most of the first batch of gnolls, but found that the seriously injured or even dying gnolls were desperately trying to pounce on them and drag them down!

Exchanging lives for lives is the most common style of play of the jackals, but it is an indescribable psychological impact on the dwarves. Once dragged down, there was almost no chance to stand up again, and was quickly dragged away without a trace, leaving only a few creepy and desperate screams.

The rain seems to be getting more and more intensive, almost making people unable to open their eyes.

A line of bean-heavy raindrops fell on the iron armor, crackling. Wet the inner lining and skin along the gap, releasing the enveloping coolness to the body, but it could not extinguish the burning blood and anger of both sides at all.

Wilderness competes for resources, dwarves guard secrets, and mountain castles fight for living space.

It is difficult to say which of them is right and which is 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 speed at this moment.

Li Cha couldn't count how many people's bones were smashed by the epee in his hand. Relying on the advantage of individual combat power, the first batch of wilderness people were quickly slaughtered, and the latecomers continued to attack almost stepping on the corpses of friendly soldiers.

Looking at it at a glance, the field of vision is completely filled by wilderness people with ferocious faces, as if there is no end.

The gap in strength is undoubtedly prominent at this moment-the number of barbarian warriors in Gaoshanbao is slightly smaller, but they have always firmly maintained their own formation and protected each other. The dwarf warriors had already started to suffer casualties, and the wet and slippery ground made it worse for them.

If there is an hourglass to time the time, the time from the start of the battle to the present should not exceed ten minutes at most. But for the dwarves who are fighting at the forefront, it is even longer than a year!