Behind the wall, Annie, who was temporarily assigned by Richard as the leader of the spellcasting team, commanded Hum Gang to bless the soldiers in front of her with a stone skin technique.

Area blessing spells tend to have a larger area of effect the closer they are to the caster, and now even if they are only separated by a thin wall, at least 20% of the area is wasted.

In the military world, blessed spells are generally not as popular as plastic spells, and here's why. To get the most out of a blessed spell, the caster can't stay behind and have to keep up with the warrior, and as a result, it's easy to be defeated by enemy fire, losing valuable spell power.

But at least for the moment, Hum undoubtedly pulled back a round for the blessed spell. Nehru had never seen such a big scene before, his legs trembling visibly, and he couldn't release the fireball spell after reciting the incantation twice.

Hurt fired his bow and arrows as he took the moment to glance at Nehru, and the kobold was terrified by what he contained.

The heavy raindrops began to fall from the sky one after another, and the cold water droplets poured on his face made him calm down a lot, and after another attempt, the fireball finally pulled out of his hand with a billowing black smoke.

The rain undoubtedly weakened the fireball spell greatly, but Nehru had chosen a good target, blowing up a Minotaur and killing several gnolls. The Wilderness Bandits' awe of the power of the elements had long since gone deep into their bones, and the momentum of the charge couldn't help but slow down a little.

But it's only a slow time, greed has driven them into madness, and a few fireball skills are not enough to calm them down. The next moment, the robbers raised their voices and continued to charge wildly.

"The movement of these mallets is really not small, and Lao Tzu's ears are almost deaf. Richard snapped his nose and guarded a two-yard-long section of the fence alone with his greatsword.

Some of the robbers found that the defenders here were particularly sparse, and thought that they had a advantage to take advantage of, and rushed over to prepare for a breakthrough.

They soon discover that their cleverness was completely life-threatening - the greatsword has a terrifying weight that is completely out of keeping with its performance, and it seems to be incredibly swift and agile, but even the strongest bear warriors can't resist it when it strikes each other.

The Wilderness Bandits as a whole are a complete rabble, but the strength of the Warrior Race is definitely not negligible. They attacked a human who didn't seem to even have the fighting spirit, and they were thrown to the ground one after another like wheat.

Within the range of the giant sword, it is simply a forbidden area for life, as long as it is slightly rubbed by the outline, the lightest consequence is that the muscles and bones are broken and withdraw from the battle.

This anomaly directly attracted the top combat power of the Wilderness Bandits, the Minotaurs. The greatsword was incredibly long, but it was still slightly inferior to the Minotaur's mallet, and the Minotaur roared and picked up the mallet to crush the gnoll man in front of him, and then the mallet fell headfirst on Richard.

Even Richard didn't want to resist the heavy blows of the Minotaurs, and his strength would definitely not be weaker than the other party. But the height disadvantage is likely to make him directly half-cut into the dirt.

Richard's agility was unattainable for a large man like the Minotaur, and he shrank his head to dodge the gavel that swept overhead, jumped on the spot and swung his sword on the shoulder blade.

The Minotaur's combat power was truly commendable, and he was the only one who could survive for a while against the lord's full force, but his shoulder blades were also sunk into a terrifying depth, and death was only a matter of time.

"The bed crossbow and the fireball spell are all greeted by the Minotaur!" he shouted and ordered, regardless of whether he could hear it behind him.

The Minotaur were few in number, but they were almost as useful as siege machines. Richard felt that even if the dwarves were the barbarians under his hands, it would definitely be difficult to deal with them.

If the swarming army of wilderness people is like a tidal wave, then the combined defense line of the mountain fort and the dwarves is a levee, standing still at the lap of the waves.

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

The barbarians managed to cope, but the dwarven infantry was caught in the hardest battle from the start.

The two races of goblins and gnolls are actually the real backbone of the wilderness, and their combat effectiveness and numbers are above the level. There are more vassal warriors than they can fight, and there are not as many strong warrior races as they can fight.

In the chaos, the big goblins still organized their own crooked spearman array, whether it is martial arts or discipline among the wilderness natives, it can be called a temporary choice, and the physical attributes are not weak, it could have been half a pound and eight taels with the dwarfs, but the huge gap in equipment made the result quickly biased to one side.

The rudimentary iron-clad spear is of very limited use on fine plate armor, while the dwarven axes and hammers are no match for unarmored targets.

In contrast, the fanatical gnolls, despite dying faster and more miserably than the goblins, really brought trouble to their madness. The dwarven warriors easily knocked down most of the first group of gnolls, only to find that the badly wounded or even dying gnolls desperately pounced on them and dragged them down!

Exchanging life for life is the most accustomed way of playing for jackals, but it is an indescribable psychological impact for dwarves. Once dragged down, there is almost no chance to stand up again, and he is quickly dragged away without a trace, leaving only a few creepy screams of despair.

The rain seemed to be getting so heavy that it was almost impossible to open your eyes.

The raindrops of beans in a line fell on the iron armor and crackled. Soaking the lining and skin along the gaps, the coolness of the enveloping body was released, but it could not extinguish the blood and anger that burned to the extreme on both sides.

The wilderness people compete for resources, the dwarves guard secrets, and the mountain forts fight for living space.

It is difficult to say which of them is right and which is wrong, and whether there is a distinction between good and evil. But it doesn't matter at all, what can be confirmed is that life and blood are being consumed at a terrifying rate at this very moment.

Richard had lost count of how many people's bones had been smashed with the heavy sword in his hand, and the first group of wildernessmen were quickly slaughtered by virtue of their individual combat superiority, and the latecomers continued to attack almost by stepping on the corpses of friendly soldiers.

As far as the eye can see, the field of vision is completely filled with the hideous faces of the wilderness people, as if there is no end.

The difference in strength is undoubtedly evident at this moment - the number of barbarian warriors in the mountain fort is slightly smaller, but they have always firmly maintained the stability of their own formations and covered each other. The dwarven warriors had already begun to suffer casualties, and the slippery ground on rainy days had made matters worse for them.

If there is an hourglass meter, it can be timed, and it will not take more than ten minutes from the time of engagement. But for the dwarves who are fighting on the front lines, it is even longer than a year!