Killing God, naked killing God!

Nevsky alone held the city gates, and countless enemy swarms swarmed like a flood, and Nevsky was like a standing reef, still washing away by the flood, except for the splash, but it had no effect on Nevsky himself.

A large number of half-orc soldiers rushed towards Nevsky under the strong pressure from the rear, but the narrow city gate limited their numerical advantage, and only a maximum of fifty soldiers at a time could attack Nevsky at the same time, and this was because the gate hole of the White City was relatively wide, fifty Mordor soldiers could not enter the body at all in the face of the over-armed Nevsky, and even if they were close, their painless attack was just a painless collision for Nevsky, who was wearing three layers of thick plate armor.

And on the contrary, it was the Mordor soldiers who rushed up, they almost never had been able to hold out for more than a round under Nevsky's hands, and the current situation was that the Mordor soldiers continued to rush forward, and Nevsky kept killing like cutting wheat, and in a short time, the ground at the city gate was piled up with corpses nearly half a meter high, you know, this is a city gate nearly twenty meters wide, which means that at the gate, a large number of Mordor soldiers have been killed and wounded, and all this is just because of the existence of Nevsky alone.

As more and more orc soldiers fell to the ground, the swarming orc soldiers became slower and slower, and many began to retreat, but Nevsky seemed to be not finished yet, slaughtering any Mordor soldiers who dared to approach, while screaming and fighting, this crazy battle performance made everyone who came close to be extremely frightened.

However, fortunately, the front-line commander of Mordor was not completely prepared to rely on half-orc soldiers and strong orc soldiers to kill Nevsky, after all, no matter how powerful Nevsky was, he was just one person, while Mordor's army had a full 100,000 people, and this gap could not be leveled by relying on a few layers of armor and some brute force.

However, Mordor didn't need to do this, the orc soldiers might have a little more trouble fighting Nevsky's perverts in such terrain, but that didn't mean they were useless, and after the half-orc soldiers died again, finally, Nevsky ushered in a more challenging opponent.

I saw a trolls wearing thick black iron armor walking out of the crowd with a huge mace, the burly body was much taller than Nevsky, Nevsky was already a little giant of more than two meters, and this troll, even taller, after all, only such a huge size can push huge siege towers and "monsters", and when the trolls do not appear as "coolies", but extremely heavy soldiers, the effect is different.

With the addition of the trolls, Mordor's originally low morale began to rise, and the soldiers kept shouting "trolls", and the trolls were also holding maces and letting out a huge roar at Nevsky.

With this roar, the blood-boiling battle began!

I saw the trolls waving their maces fiercely at Nevsky's location, the huge volume with a terrifying black shadow suddenly pressed down, and the sharp whistling sound clearly reached everyone's ears, if this stick is really hit, let alone Nevsky, even if it is a ball of steel, you have to be deformed, but Nevsky did not stand in place and wait to be beaten, but decisively dodged away.

With a puff of smoke and dust, the solid marble floor was punched out of a depression, such a terrifying force made the Mordor soldiers behind him roar excitedly, as if the time to destroy Nevsky was in front of him, but the next scene made everyone fall into the eyeballs, Nevsky dodged the first attack of the trolls did not wait for the trolls' second attack, but quickly launched a counterattack, the counterattack was so fierce that there was almost no backhand.

The heavy tomahawk also turned into a sharp weapon in front of the troll, and the huge body caused the troller to be unable to fully protect every key part, while the troll was still struggling to raise the mace again, Nevsky swung the tomahawk at the troll's neck.

In an instant, just for a moment, in the face of the battle axe wielded by the huge force, the neck of the trolls who had no time to react was cut off in an instant, and under the influence of the huge force, the ugly head wrapped in the black iron helmet flew high and spun quickly in the sky.

A photo, just a photo, in the eyes of the half-orc soldiers, the invincible ogre, was actually killed in a photo, the huge body did not have time to fall, the major artery in the neck did not seem to react, it took a full three seconds, like a gushing oil, constantly spraying from the neck, the blood in the sky fell from the sky like a rain of blood, and under this blood rain, it was Nevsky's terrifying figure like a demon god.

The half-orc soldiers who saw this scene were stunned for a moment, and suddenly began to run away, yes, they were fleeing, although their strength was still much higher than Nevsky, but they had been completely defeated, they no longer had any courage to face Nevsky, they just wanted to leave Nevsky's front as soon as possible, the farther away the better, and this time, no matter how much the officers supervising the battle behind could not control the rout of the soldiers, the Mordor soldiers near the city gate had completely lost the will to fight.

This scene made the big shaman in the distance extremely angry, but there was nothing he could do, if he made a move, he would be able to defeat Nevsky, but the big shaman didn't dare, because according to the comparison of combat power, he could indeed kill Nevsky blindly, but if another Qin Chuan rushed out at this time, then the problem would be difficult to say, and the big shaman still had a worry, that is, in the defense of the White City this time, those monks who suddenly appeared, the human race is not without magical combat power, It's just that the magic power of the past was in the hands of the church, and even the great pope of the church is located in the upper echelon of the great shaman, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the most powerful people in the entire Middle-earth.

Although the church has lost ground for a hundred years, no one can say whether the church is still there, so under many considerations, the great shaman has always been reluctant to go to the front line in person, as long as he stays in his heyday, even if he can't beat it, then he will definitely run away.

The big shaman who has no way can only grit his teeth, let the team at the door wait for a while, and then begin to assemble a powerful attacking team composed entirely of strong orcs and trolls, I am not enough alone, then I will be ten people, a hundred people, I don't believe that you will not be tired if you are still iron!

And the reason why the great shaman is so impatient is also because not far away, the infantry formation of Limburg is getting closer and closer!