Zuckerberg was glad he hadn't rushed up to the scene for a little bit of experience like those unlucky guys, otherwise he would have been a corpse, or worse, a pile of rotten meat!

To be honest, he was no stranger to gunfire since he was a child, and even experienced the loud rumble of bombs a few times, but the huge sound of thousands of cavalry charging was something he had never experienced in his life so far.

Zackerberg, who once laughed like everyone else, the king of the cold weapon war withdrew from the altar, and the machine gun and cannon were the masters of the war, and now he can't wait to slap himself a few times.

The battlefield where guns and bullets are intertwined and the cannons roar is indeed more lethal, but the cavalry charging like Mount Tai is another deadly battlefield aesthetics, and what he destroys is not only life, but also will!

The will to fight!

This can be seen from the players around him who can't wait to turn around and run away, their spirits have been destroyed, and their will to fight is even more lost, no matter how shiny the armor they wear and how sharp the weapons they hold, they are just pigs and sheep to be slaughtered!

But what can he do? Coming back from his confusion, Zuckerberg sadly found that he could not do anything but flee with the chaotic crowd, and he knew what the so-called defeat was like.

"What's that? Damn it, who lit the fire! Someone shouted loudly, in addition to fear, there was also shamelessness and hypocrisy in the tone of bullying the weak and fearing the hard!

Only then did Zuckerberg realize that the avenue that winded along several hills had been blocked by blazing heavy trucks.

"Looks like it's our transporter?" Someone said something uncertain.

He was answered by a sharp arrow.

The fleeing players realized that behind the burning transporter were the elves they had once regarded as helpers, and now, these long-eared men, who had been treated by the players a few minutes ago, had indifferently raised their longbows and shot through their heads with arrows from their bowstrings without hesitation.

"Damn it! These cousins have betrayed us! Everyone rushed over and killed these bastards! "Someone finally reacted, and the players, who had been discouraged by the terrible cavalry charge, seemed to have regained the courage to wield their swords, and perhaps in their opinion, only two or three hundred long ears were no match for them.

They pushed away the flaming transports and raised their weapons at the elves with hideous faces.

Boom!

A fireball fell on their heads, then a second, a third!

What happened?

These dwarven players looked around and saw scenes that made them desperate.

In the darkness of the night, countless figures rushed out of the hillsides on both sides of the road, from the rubble, and even from the specially dug caves of the Tibetan soldiers, bringing them a call to death.

A mood called despair enveloped the entire battlefield!

"What did you say?" Curran smashed a undead knight with his hammer and was about to rush forward to replenish the sword, when the words of the mountain ranger who had been guarding him made his eyes open in anger.

Ignoring the wounded and undead knight, Curran stepped onto his mount and looked back, his face completely gloomy at the blazing light of the fire in the distance.

"It's over." Realizing what was happening, Kuran spat out these two words and lowered his head in frustration, knowing what was burning without guessing, and whether there was anything else possible besides the supplies he had brought?

"Your Excellency, what should I do now?"

Curran shook his head, looking around. In his eyes, it was a terrible picture.

Although the two thousand undead heavy knights broke through the defense line of the hammer guards and threatened the patrol troops, the dwarves were not helpless about it, and in addition to the muskets of the mountain rangers, there were also those summoned pets in front of Mikhalif!

Although not as good as the heavily armed hammer guards, the presence of these pets wasted Mikhalif's time, and the well-trained dwarves quickly gathered their companions around them and formed a circle of various sizes.

Seeing that his surprise attack did not achieve the effect of complete defeat, Mikhalif had to treat these dwarves squarely, even in such an unfavorable situation, these dwarven soldiers still showed their extremely high fighting quality.

Although this has little effect on the final result!

Mikhalif commanded the heavy armored knights to continue to advance, he couldn't calm down those dwarven players who numbered thousands, taking advantage of the momentum on his side, it was his job to continue to drive these players to death, as for these remaining dwarven soldiers, naturally there was a hunting regiment following behind to solve, after such a round of charge, the hammer guards, as the main defensive force, could be said to have suffered heavy losses, and it was much easier to deal with.

What's more, with the destruction of logistics, the dwarves lost their most important long-range firepower, and without enough ammunition, the expensive muskets were worse than the burning sticks. Not to mention that in order to deal with those monsters before, these mountain rangers had already consumed some of their ammunition.

While Mikhalif and the undead knights were on a rampage, Galtlin was crouching behind a black volcanic rock, watching the dwarven players trying to escape being flanked back and forth, but had to muster up the courage to continue to storm the elves' rain of arrows.

"Aren't you going to do it yourself?" Beside Galtling, an elven ranger asked, his name is Guri, he is the leader of the Green Forest Knights Guild, and he is also the commander of these elves.

"There's no need! The real show hasn't started yet! ”

Guri glanced at the darkness behind him, he was the only one other than Galtlin who knew what lurked in that darkness.

"So, you've already decided?"

"Decide? I never thought about it from the beginning, so how could I have decided to say it! Gattlin chuckled, "Those guys never really believed me, and this time I was just trying to confuse me." ”

Gu Li nodded: "It's a pity, I thought that the departure of Your Excellency Thousand Illusions would allow them to dispel their suspicions about you!" ”

"That's why I was sent by Her Royal Highness the Princess to be the executor, and you can only lead one hunting regiment!" Galtlin glanced at Guri, he didn't have a good temper for this guy who always wanted to compete with him, "I never had the luxury of expecting them to dispel their suspicions about me from the beginning, even if I killed Mandora and Shelfie with my own hands, so that they could easily take the entire Hawkeye Guild into the palm of their hands, not to mention the initiative of the Thousand Illusions!" ”

"Are you saying that those guys won't believe anyone but themselves?"

Galtlin didn't bother to talk to Guri anymore, just turned his gaze from the battlefield of the battle to the darkness of the night on the other side, and at the same time gently placed a hand on the ground, feeling the slight vibration coming from the ground.

"It's coming!" The tremors were getting louder and louder, but not as big as the undead cavalry had appeared, but Galtlin didn't take it lightly, he knew exactly what was about to appear.

"This is my farewell gift for you before I leave, I hope you enjoy it!" Galtlin said to himself, tearing open the teleportation scroll in his hand and leaving with Guri, he didn't want to be swept up in the upcoming battle!

Less than half a minute after Galtlin left, a figure two meters tall appeared in the dark night. It also looked like a kind of cavalry, but the huge figure in the lower half, which occupied almost three-quarters of its height, was not comparable to the undead warhorse.

On the other side, Mikhalif was reaping the lives of these dwarven players with his sword, he had never fought so easily, and those who looked majestic were now like soft eggs, trembling under his sword, and then trampled under the horse's hooves by him, turning into a corpse.

"Rejoice! Joyfully! Mikhalif laughed wildly and slashed down a player who had escaped, and glanced at it, from the time the attack was launched to the present, the entire heavy cavalry unit had lost less than two hundred men, and the results were extremely brilliant!

A dwarven player has obviously lost the desire to fight, he jumped off his mount, and took off his armor while running, just to be able to run faster, Mikhalif saw such a stupid move, in addition to sneering a few times, it is not surprising, the player's feeling in this world is too real, so real that many times they will forget that they are in the virtual world, in the face of fear and danger, human instinct makes them choose to protect their lives, And forgetting about death is just deducting a part of the soul energy.

Seeing that an undead knight had rushed over to harvest, Mikhalif also gave up his plan to go up to grab the credit, anyway, the biggest hero of tonight's battle must be him and his heavy armored cavalry.

However, just as the undead knight raised his saber and was about to harvest his life, a flaming transport truck was violently knocked out, and the flaming body of the vehicle crashed into several undead knights along the way before finally breaking into pieces.

"What's wrong?"

Before anyone could answer him, a huge figure appeared in the gap that had been knocked open, and a howl of rage resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Whew!!"

Illuminated by the flames, Mikhalif's eyes were seen by a huge brown bear that reached almost the chest of the undead knights on all fours.

To Michalif's surprise, the bear was clearly not a wild creature, as he was wrapped in armor made of steel, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a steel bear. On the bear's back, a dwarven knight in plate armor was looking at Mikhalif with cold eyes.

Even if Mikhalif is an undead, at this moment, he feels a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!

"Damn it!" Without hesitation, Mikhalif unhooked a horn from his belt and blew it.

He must gather the entire heavy cavalry force at once, or else they will end up with death!

At the same time, several other conniving transports were also flown away by the force, and a giant bear appeared on the battlefield with dwarven knights on their backs.

The leading dwarven knight removed a short-handled double-edged axe from the bear's back, and with this action, all the steel bears let out a roar of rage, and a pale red light enveloped the entire body.

"For Ironforge, charge!"

If the charge of the undead heavy knights is a wave of death, then the charge of these dwarven bear knights is a thick wall.

Armored bears don't have the speed of the undead horses, but they are far superior to the undead horses, they have extremely strong strength, which allows them to bear extremely heavy armor, and at the same time, specially trained bears can stand up straight at any time and use their two giant bear paws to tell any enemy who tries to stop them what "hello" is!

In addition to controlling the direction of the bear's attack, the dwarven knights on the bear's back can also attack with throwing guns, throwing axes and even throwing ropes, and the bear's wide back can not only provide a stable attack platform, but also be used to carry a large number of weapons, which allows the dwarven bear knights to have sufficient attack means and ammunition.

These dwarven giant bear knights are the real elite troops of Ironforge Castle, and they are powerful weapons cultivated by dwarves after tens of thousands of years of continuous exploration, and the armor carefully forged by dwarven craftsmen not only has a strong physical defense ability, but also has a good magic defense effect, plus some small magic arrays depicted in it, under the urging of the dwarf knights, it is easy to apply various magic effects to the giant bear, so that the killing machines on these battlefields have more powerful combat effectiveness.

Now, after being triggered by the berserk effect, these giant bears are truly incarnated as the grim reaper of the battlefield, even if they are heavily armored knights, there is no way to fight against these crazy beasts, the pair of bear paws with a large basin to fan the body is the consequence of broken skin and bones, the heavy plate armor can not resist this attack at all, not to mention the crushing damage, crushing damage and other additional effects.

Just less than three hundred dwarven giant bear knights turned the entire battlefield upside down! Not only are those undead knights unable to fight, but those ordinary hunters are even more unbearable, and when they encounter a giant bear, they will be crushed.

"I didn't expect those little dwarfs to be willing to take these things out!" Banora, who was watching the battle from the top of a hill, said that he was not surprised by the sudden appearance of the backhand, but to his surprise were the dwarven bear knights, "I thought it was just rune guards or flameblasters or something like that!" ”

"Tsk, this is something more precious than the Griffin Knight, a proper seventh-order class!" The professor on the side held a monocular and looked at it with relish, "Anyway, you just look at it like this, oh, it's another one, I feel distressed when I look at the taste of bear's paws!" ”

Banora put away the binoculars: "Are the results of the surrounding reconnaissance out?" ”

"The three chassing regiments that have been temporarily dispatched have closely reconnoitred the surrounding area within thirty kilometers and determined that there are no other suspicious targets!" The staff officer replied immediately.

"Good!" A rare smile appeared on Banola's dead man's face, "Launch!" ”

"Your Excellency, how much do you want to launch?"

"How much? Hit them all, of course! ”