Chapter 1016 Druzi, Times Have Changed
"Fire of Grimnir, the battle ax that guides the sons of Kaderin, let us settle our hatred with blood and gold... The mountains tremble in your roar, and the ancestors return to fight side by side with the sons of the mountains!"
Agrim, who sang ancient songs loudly, wielded the huge Dagor Ax with unstoppable force.
This ancient treasure of the Dragonbeard clan was made of dragon fire and oath of revenge. It was originally a rare artifact among the dwarves. With the help of Agrim's terrifying strength, it was like a weapon symbolizing death.
Dread Spearman? cut.
A sad swordsman? cut.
Cold Lizard Knight? cut.
The black tower guard of Naggarond? Still cut!
There is no Druchi who is the enemy of Agrim's one move. Being able to be the first chosen incarnation of the Flame Wind at the end of time is enough to prove that the Butcher King is enough to stabilize the throne of one of the strongest combat forces in the world.
Walking side by side with him were the sworn warriors of Karak Caledor. Before they set off, they made another blood oath to sacrifice their lives for the revenge and liquidation of the white dwarves, in order to win the favor of their ancestors and clear their names. , get the opportunity to go to the palace after death.
The rampaging butchers vented their strongest anger on Druchi, and those seemingly fatal wounds stabbed into the dwarf's hard skin were struck back by a powerful and heavy axe.
The crossbow bolt, which was enough to pierce a hole in the stainless steel armor, hit the sworn warrior's body and only wanted the pendants symbolizing honor to usher in a more fierce call.
After killing a cold lizard knight who looked like the leader with his own hands, Agrim stepped on Druzi's sharp head with his iron boots, raised the Dago Ax with one hand, and a thunderous sound covered the entire place. battlefield.
"I am the son of Balaag, Karak Kaderin the Butcher King Agrim. In the name of my ancestor Snorri Whitebeard, the son of Kaderin will liquidate all Druzi under the watchful eyes of Grimnir. of hatred!”
With a strong force, he trampled Druzi's head into pieces under his feet, and his mouth covered by his beard opened hysterically.
"By Snorri Whitebeard! Grimnir is watching us!"
The most inspired ones were the butchers, who roared at the top of their lungs,
"By Snorri Whitebeard! Grimnir is watching us!"
The bravery of Kaderin's son inspired every dwarf. Some of the Iron-Smashing Warriors who had maintained a tight formation simply stopped pretending and took out detonators and charged forward.
The most surprising one among them is the Bafeng Mountain Abyss Legion. This newly formed elite force has fully accepted Bloxon's army reform plan.
Even by the standards of the most open Torrent Pass, the configuration of Son of the Eight Peaks Mountain seems a bit crazy.
Belegar's distant cousin Buckham was the lord who led the Abyss Legion to fight this time. He threw his shield on the ground, turned around and started to move towards the mule cart.
"Children of Bafeng Mountain, show off your green-skinned energy and don't lose face in front of your ancestors."
A modified Troll Hammer rocket launcher was held in Buckham's hand. Even by dwarf standards, this cannon was too huge. Its diameter was half a meter and its length was as long as a dwarf. together.
Inspired by some unscrupulous inferior races, Bloxson tried to form a weapon team of two people to increase the power as much as possible while ensuring portability.
Sometimes it is just a small amount of caliber that can destroy the enemy, but when the quantity is not enough to achieve a qualitative change, it is a difficult point to choose.
Mobility and firepower, the geek engineer chose the latter.
The heavyweight Troll Hammer rocket launcher with runes engraved on its surface is stuffed with steel ball bullets with the help of the loader. This cute little gadget has an obvious advantage. It can easily tear through those inferior armors. But it was unable to penetrate the solid defense of the Iron Breaker Warriors.
The two of them ran forward carrying special Troll Hammer rocket launchers. Instead of carrying ten teams with the same thing, Buckham quickly found a suitable target point under the cover of the shields of his brothers.
The lord roared loudly, "One hundred and twenty meters ahead, let me blow these sissy crossbowmen away!"
There were eleven rocket launchers, flying in the air with graceful arcs. In Druchi's eyes, which were confused and frightened, these projectiles that looked like heavy stones were extremely fast, and before Hei Rui, who had excellent eyesight, could see them, The repeating crossbowman exploded in mid-air and fell into the crossbowman's position.
The gunpowder was ignited, and the strong kinetic energy tore apart the thin outer layer of iron on the rocket launcher. Thousands of sharp, irregular metal bodies as big as a thumb exploded in all directions.
Although it is called a submunition, it does not use steel balls inside. It is too troublesome to polish it. It is better to get some rough forged low-quality metal bodies. Even if you are lucky enough to survive without being killed in the first time, the metal body inside is enough to kill the victim. It hurts to death.
The armor made of black steel can be considered a fine thing. Some of the metal body is blocked by the thick breastplate, leaving only irregular depressions.
Lethality has never been the real function of cluster bombs. The thick breastplate can block it, but there is only one piece of breastplate.
The face exposed to the air, the hands and feet lacking protection, and the abdomen with weak defense are all targets of metal attacks.
The dense torrent of metal caused hundreds of Druchi to lose their combat effectiveness on the spot. Those who were lucky were hit to death, while those who were unlucky could only fall to the ground and howl in pain, telling their allies the horror of the dwarves' evil weapons. at.
Like Malkin's angry explosion, Buckham laughed wildly, and his towering winged helmet trembled due to the shaking of his body.
"Teach Drucci a lesson. How old are you? You are still playing with crossbows. The truth only exists within the shooting range of the cannon. Load the cannonballs and keep shooting!"
The sorceress accompanying the army who discovered something strange wanted to use magic to help, but the demon-hating stance generated when the dwarves gathered together was so powerful that even Ulthuan, which was full of demonic winds, turned into a ball of stagnant water that could not flow.
The rune blacksmiths who accompanied the army gave the sorceresses a headache. The bitter fruit caused by Druzi during the Longbeard War finally turned out to be the boomerang.
Dwarves have a thorough study of elven magic, and some master-level runes can even drain away the magical wind nearby, allowing both sides to maintain an evenly matched state.
Now, the one accompanying the White Dwarf on the expedition is Krag the Heartless, the oldest living rune blacksmith. As the president of the Rune Guild, the strict blacksmith teaches the sorceress how to do it correctly with an absolutely crushing attitude. Use magical winds wisely.
If everyone can’t use it, that’s the most reasonable thing.
Reluctantly relying on some means, the sorceress bypassed Krag's obstruction and attempted to cast an enemy-level hazy pendulum, attempting to tear apart the dwarf front through her powerful armor-breaking ability.
But then, bombs flew from the sky, indicating that Drucci seriously underestimated the dwarf's ability.
"I hope I'm not too late. The ancestor of the white dwarves, Malkin's Thunder, takes off again!" (End of this chapter)