When the machine bracket was pressed, the firing pin at the tail of the shotgun slammed into the magic mechanism of the gun body, and the magic power contained in the magic structure of the gun exploded at once. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info At night, it should be seen more clearly, and the entire silver-plated shotgun body suddenly glows. On the body of the entire shotgun, at that moment, a mysterious pattern like a magic array will appear. The copper pea that had been damaged by the 'Tongue of Fire Weapon' turned into a line of fire and shot out.

The man's eyes could not keep up with the speed of the bullet, and when the gray dwarf knight's face changed drastically and he wanted to retract his head into the shield, the copper pea had already slipped through the complement of his cast steel helmet eye, and with a "poof", it hit his eye socket and flew a handful of blood. The fire magic damage attached to the copper pea exploded the moment it touched the gray dwarf's eyes, and the flying spark wrapped the whole face in it, and the poor gray dwarf still had a full compound helmet on his head, and after the spark flew out, it quickly bounced back to deal second, third, and fourth damage. However, the most fatal thing for him was the copper pea that shot into his eye.

He was raised backwards by the force of the copper pea, "ah", the sharp pain reached his brain, his hands could no longer grasp the horns of the argali, the argali, the argali, continued to rush forward, the gray dwarf robber held his head in both hands, fell down, he rolled on the ground in embarrassment, just to see that he only had breath out, no breath in.

The argali, which had no knight, also stopped not far away, and kicked the grass restlessly.

For a moment, the ridicule of the gray dwarf bandits on the opposite side was gone, and the suppressed murderous aura condensed again. Guns are not a rarity for these gray dwarves. The dwarves who are skilled in manufacturing always like to study the strange and the strange, and they have an incomparably strong imagination and creativity. The shotgun was a product of the dwarves' research to replace the bow and arrow, but there is no doubt that the firearm was ultimately a failure.

Hunters rarely like to hold guns, because firearms are very unstable, very expensive to build, and difficult to maintain.

Although a lot of practice can improve the accuracy, the life of an average firearm cannot maintain a standard practice cycle. It's scrapped. So few races other than the dwarves themselves use shotguns, except for some large collectors.

And I, a child, stood on the grassy slope and directly put down a gray dwarf robber in full armor, this fatal humiliation made these dwarves have a feeling of suffocation, just like the leader of Barente at this moment, the veins on his forehead have bulged, and his iron-blue face exudes a strong murderous aura. His face flushed, and he said in a loud voice, "All the gray dwarf warriors are ready, charge!"

"Charge!"

Hundreds of argali, rushing towards our hillside at the same time, their heavy footsteps trampling on the ground. It's like thunder from afar.

Bifercurry didn't expect me to be so accurate, even as a marksman. He deliberately made his horse run a little slower, presumably because he didn't want to be on the ice once. Those ice traps had taken a toll on him, and he still had a few frostbites on his body. He didn't want to be frozen like a winter warrior riding a wild boar.

...... Beautiful Dividing Line......

Actually, I think I'm a little bit more accurate than a marksman. Because my spiritual sea clearly marks the perfect virtual trajectory and the trajectory of the copper pea in my eyes, I only need to coincide the two trajectories at a certain moment, so that I can play without missing a shot. Knocking down a dwarven warrior with a firearm is a great insult to the dwarves, who conceited that the armor they have built has defensive capabilities that no other armor can match, and this kind of fully compound armor is precisely the nemesis of bow and arrow weapons and firearms, not to mention the stones thrown by the sling, hitting the chain mail like a tickle.

In the face of the Grey Dwarf's charge, I remained motionless with my gun pointed at the Grey Dwarves who rushed towards me.

"Come back, my child!" finally the old orc of the Raitu tribe behind him could not hold back, and he shouted in a shriveled and hoarse voice.

The orcs of the tribe behind began to be restless, and some old orcs began to stand up and join the ranks of the resisters, and those orcs with short spears also raised their fighting spirit to the highest point. When a human child, holding a shotgun in front of all the orcs, still calmly facing the iron horses and war hammers of the gray dwarf bandits, at this moment, no one in the entire tribe of Laitu is afraid anymore, the folk customs of the orcs are extremely strong, they are even more indifferent to death, but decades of comfortable life have polished away the original sharpness in their bodies, but once someone takes the lead, someone ignites the brave nature in their hearts, and each of them is a wolf.

An old orc said in a deep voice: "Hold on to the stick, you can't do this! Their hammer will smash the stick in your hand at the first time, and you have to tie it to your hand with a strap, just like this, there is still time! Come on, I will help you." ”

"Let that kid come back! We will fight with him, even if we die, and let our brave orcs die in front of us. ”

"We want to have the dignity of our orcs!"

"Jijia, come back quickly!

There is a spirit that needs to be awakened with life, and every orc has its own bravery, but when they make life decisions, they don't know which side to abandon. They need to have role models to show them how to do it. I was at the forefront, and I didn't mean to inspire the orcs, which I didn't expect, and these bloody orcs were so easily incited.

I was here because I was afraid that the grey dwarves would split up and attack us from the flank, and if we avoided the frost scrolls we had arranged, they would be a herd of wild boars rushing into the cabbage fields, arching us to pieces in an instant. I came forward to provoke, to provoke their anger, and then to charge at us, and once we were in a scuffle, there might be hope of escape.

My gun wasn't aimed at the gray dwarves' eyes, and in front of the gray dwarves bandits that were pouring in like this, I had to do my best to pull the motive and shoot the copper peas out as fast as I could. Open the magazine and fill it with copper peas, press the motive bracket. Shoot the copper peas out again.

A bloody hole had just appeared in the head of an argali, and white brains and bright red blood had just splattered onto the body of the gray dwarf bandit. As soon as the argali's front legs went limp, he fell to the grass and rolled with the gray dwarf on his back. The gray dwarf riders behind him avoided one after another, but the formation of the charge was so dense that someone could not avoid it, and they fell on the carcass of the argali, and rolled into a ball again.

Once the fallen rider has difficulty avoiding the trampling of the fighting argali who rush up to him, the chaos spreads infinitely.

The gray dwarf who rushed to the front was only fifty meters away from me...... Keep shooting...... Forty meters away...... Shoot......

When the first argali, stepped on a magic scroll, the tough marlin grass was not broken. The frost scroll was swept away beyond recognition by the hooves of the argali, but the rope of the marlian grass could not be opened, and the scroll could not be opened, and it was impossible to release magic skills. My heart even went to my throat.

Behind them, Kuz and Kig were even more frightened, and the worst fears had happened, the dwarven robbers rushed into the meadow covered with magic scrolls, but the sheep's hooves did not step on the scrolls. Skills on the reels cannot be cast. But the gray dwarves had already rushed in front of me, and I could even clearly see the minced flesh on the teeth of the gray dwarf in front of me, and I looked at them with wide eyes. And smiled at them weirdly, my lips fluttering, and the sound of the spell was already heard.

“ㄔㄝtㄩ！”

...... Beautiful Dividing Line......

The bowl of brass hammer could have smashed on my head, and the dwarf had already thought of it. The frightened child in front of him looked like his skull was cracked. But in the end, the copper hammer did not meet any resistance, and it was smashed empty at the last moment. The gray dwarf robber thought only to himself: maybe the child suddenly fell. Don't roll under the sheep's hooves and step on the meat sauce!

The grey dwarf robber tightened the shield in his other hand, and he saw the short javelins in the hands of the group of orcs on the mound. I guess I'm about to throw it out! If I don't throw it, I won't have a chance. But why are there constant popping sounds around them, like the sound of countless huge ice cubes shattering. The surrounding body feels more and more cold.

There were all sorts of frightened screams behind him. The gray dwarf was looking back suspiciously to see the situation, but he didn't notice that the argali, which had stepped on a snow-white magic scroll, and the fragile margali's grass was broken at once, and when the argali's hooves were raised, a cold snow storm erupted from the feet of the argali, and the extremely cold breath wrapped the gray dwarf robber and the entire argali, and the white cold began to roll and spread outward.

The entire group of gray dwarven bandits was shrouded in white mist, and the sound like bursting beans continued to sound, and argali, and argali, constantly stepping on the frost scrolls on the grass, and the cold was accumulating and spreading little by little. Looking down from the top of the dirt slope, you can even see the gray dwarf bandits who are covered in hoarfrost and still stubbornly charge forward in the mist.

Ordinary frost scrolls can only spread a little chill and coat the argali's leg of lamb in a layer of snow-white frost, but hardy argali's fur will keep them warm enough. But the Enhanced Frost Scrolls are different, once these scrolls are detonated, they will instantly freeze the whole argali, the gray dwarf bandit riding on it into ice sculptures, and the better ones will be covered with a thick layer of ice and snow, just like a warrior with a strong physique like Bifercuri, who will not be frozen into ice lumps by the Frost Scroll.

The screams kept coming, and the gray dwarf riders who rushed up from behind kept crashing into the ice sculptures, and those gray dwarves who were frozen into ice mounds would get up from the ground if they were strong, with snow slag on their faces, and looked at the vast snow and fog with panicked expressions, and they couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest. Even some of the weak gray dwarves will be like argali, once they are frozen into ice sculptures and then hit by the riders behind them, in an instant, they will be broken into several pieces, and their flesh will continue to break along the cracks of the ice sculptures, scattered on the grass full of frost and snow.

Some gray dwarves with their strong physique and excellent resistance, resist the freezing effect of the enhanced frost scrolls, they want to find a direction to break out, can not go further, although the front is only more than twenty meters away to rush to the top of the slope, and those hateful tribal orcs to start a war, but these twenty meters distance does not know how many magic scrolls are arranged.

The desperate screams of the dwarven robbers, the cracking of scrolls, the cracking of ice cubes, and the bleating of argali, make this ice world feel like a Shura field. The icy aura released by countless frost scrolls was superimposed, and those covered in ice slag were all over. The grey dwarf robbers who walked in the snow and ice were constantly ossifying, as soon as someone fell. It means that you can't get up again. No one can avoid the argali, who rushed in from behind, in such an icy Shura field.

People in front of them were constantly frozen into ice sculptures, and the gray dwarves in the back rushed in one after another, smashing these ice sculptures to pieces.

In the center of this ice explosion, Barrant was covered with thick ice, and his thick beard was like a twisted flower, frozen hard by the breath of ice, even if he was strong, he was still in this wave of ice explosion. Scratched all over his body by the spikes of ice slag, Barrant looked down at the solid scale armor on his body, at this time, this armor not only did not bring him any protection, but quickly transmitted the cold air, so that the surface of the skin condensed a layer of ice, every time the muscles of the body forcibly moved, the layer of ice would be broken, and the sharp ice spikes cut the skin into countless small wounds. Blood curdled fast.

He tried hard to calm himself down, and in such a predicament, the more panicked he was, the faster he died. There have been countless times in adversity, when facing death. Barrant survived with a cool head and tenacity, and with great difficulty, he reached out and picked up a magic scroll from the grass that had not been trampled on. I didn't expect that the group of bitter orcs on the other side who were so poor that they couldn't even eat. can put down a large array of magic scrolls in such an extravagance.

This magic scroll is so small that it fits neatly in the palm of your hand. The rough skin of the demon antelope was tied to a simple Marlian grass, and Barrant regretted it at this time.

If I had known this, even if a group of forward teams had been sent over and stepped on these magic scroll traps that were casually laid on the ground, the teams behind would not have fallen into such a situation! If that were the case, the hundreds of magic scrolls on this grass would not be able to escape from their palms, and such powerful scrolls would be worth at least a few hundred gold coins!

At this time, the orc women on the top of the dirt slope were afraid that they were watching a good show, and Barent's heart was cold, he thought of the beast girls who caught a glimpse of the beast girls on the top of the slope when he was charging, each of them carrying a few flying spears behind them, and they didn't see one on the field, thinking that they still had a back hand. Looking at the gray dwarves on the field, who were dead and wounded and had completely lost the will to fight, Barrant let out a sad roar.

"Go to both sides, and don't wait to die as long as you can move!" Barrant shouted hysterically in his throat, but it was still muffled by the noise of people flipping on their backs. He only retreated to the left with the gray dwarf warriors gathered around him, and smashed the argali, who passed by one after another, with a copper hammer in his hand, and roared viciously with his big eyes: "Don't feel sorry for the animals, kill them, they will only touch more traps if they run around in the big array!"

I didn't expect the orcs on the opposite side to be so ruthless, the value of these magic scrolls can almost equip a cavalry regiment of more than a hundred people, but I didn't expect it to be put into this battle at one time. Some of the grey dwarves had panicked to remove the dwarven chainmail, which was covered with a thick layer of ice that made the dwarven warriors unusually slow. Go out quickly, untie these heavy shackles, and run faster.

Barrant searched the crowd for the tall Guborian horse and the liger man with two huge slashes on his back: "He was the one who brought the warriors into this icy tomb, he should have known in advance, he must have known, but he didn't say it...... I'm going to kill him!"

Bifvercuri stood at the back of the Grey Dwarf bandits, and the whole person was instantly stunned.

He saw a gray dwarf warrior step on a magic scroll on the grass, and the cold air that erupted instantly froze the gray dwarf warrior who had just rolled off the argali. The frightened expression was still clearly on his face, and his eyes seemed to be able to roll in the ice, and when his eyes looked at Bifculy, there was a look of pleading, he must have wanted to break through the ice.

Bevercurry strode up, the chill that filled the air made him shiver to the bone. Looking ahead, the entire Grey Dwarf Cavalry Regiment fell into the Ice Explosion Zone, and those ice fogs spread all over the battlefield, rolling and devouring all the Grey Dwarf warriors, and the Grey Dwarves who charged behind couldn't stop at all, rolling into this ice and snow world like dumplings. (To be continued.) )

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