Brian Brass whiskered with a warhammer and a sweep struck the ankle of a Doomsday guard who had just stepped onto a low wall. With a crisp sound of bones breaking, the demon was carried down from the low wall. Before he could hit the ground, the dwarven warhammer had already been replenished, and with a muffled click, the skull shattered, and the brain splattered.

Brian didn't have time to wipe the gray brains from his face, and lunged forward with his shield, knocking a dreaddemon who had just emerged from under the wall and flying back. Although there was a huge difference in height, the strength of the dwarves was not inferior, and the demon didn't have time to see what was going on, and he thought he had been hit head-on by an oversized cannonball!

Brian took a brief breath, then swung his hammer and slammed it at another smirking Morgar, but before his weapon could land, a cloud of dark energy flew from nowhere. It seemed to be some kind of warlock spell.

The dwarf's body tensed suddenly, he had thought something would happen, he was even ready for an explosion or other spell damage, but nothing happened. However, it did not happen, because of his momentary stunnedness, the enemy he was supposed to deal with had rushed to him, and he had to raise his shield and replace the intended attack with defense.

The dwarf expertly tilted the shield at a slight angle to remove the impact of the wheel saw, and then he slammed the demon's jaw into pieces with a slam from the bottom of his hammer.

"It's so easy, it's as easy as cracking a nut!" Brian couldn't help but think to himself. But at this moment, a sudden pain grabbed his whole body and mind, and it felt as if he had been stripped of the skin of his whole body, and then immersed in a sulfuric acid solution, and like thousands of red-hot steel needles were inserted into his bones at the same time, and then twisted wildly.

Brian's face was distorted in pain, his whole body spasmed and convulsed, and his mouth was wide open like a fish out of water. I couldn't breathe out again, and I almost fainted. He finally knew what spell he had fallen into—the Curse of Pain!

Generally speaking, Eredar Warlocks rarely use this spell on the battlefield, because although it is vicious, it is not deadly, and if it can survive the inhuman pain, it will not leave any irreparable damage on the body. More often than not, warlocks usually use this spell to torture confessions, because few people can withstand the waves of seemingly never-ending pain, grit their teeth, and die dead. It was evident that the Eredar Warlock who cast the spell was either a novice or wanted to use his misery to deter its dwarves.

More than one of the dwarves noticed Brian's anomaly, and one of them pounced on him and ripped him off the wall.

"What's wrong with you, Brian?" The dwarf shook Brian's body vigorously, but from the latter's sluggish eyes and muddy weak body, he came to a bad conclusion, and the next second, he shouted in shock to the surroundings, "Priest, priest, come here!" Your Excellency the Prince is about to hang up! ”

With a clanging clash of armor, a bearded dwarf covered in blood and covered in minced flesh and bone residue with a mace in his hand, like a butcher more than a priest, ran over from a distance. Dwarven priests have never been as weak as human priests, and they have always been ruthless characters on the battlefield who can wear helmets and slash against people, raise their staffs, carry kitchen knives, and of course, for ease of healing, they are more often wearing chain mail than plate armor.

"What's wrong with him?" He asked loudly as he wiped the blood on his hands from his burqa.

"I don't know, it seems to have been hit by some kind of spell!" The dwarf said with some confusion.

The priest bent down and roughly ripped Brian's eyelids open, then pulled out his tongue and looked at it.

"It seems to have fallen under some kind of curse," he said with some uncertainty, and Brian twitched again at this time, "I can relieve his pain, but I can't completely lift it, if it's a long-lasting curse, it's troublesome!" ”

The dwarven warrior didn't speak, he didn't dare to offend—there was a priest standing in front of him, and he might have to rely on someone to save his life—but the priest clearly saw a meaning in his disdainful eyes, "You're terrible!" ”

"It's not that I'm not at a bad level, all the priests can't lift the curse, that's the job of the mages!" The priest said angrily, he didn't bother with the big soldier, but began to pray to the dwarven father, summoning the arrival of the power of the Holy Light.

A few seconds later, a soft ball of holy light bloomed from his hand and soaked into Brian's body.

The results of the treatment were almost immediate, and after a few moments, Brian's body stopped twitching and his wandering eyes finally returned to focus. This relieved the dwarven priest, but luckily, it wasn't the long-term curse that lingered like maggots on tarsal bones.

"I'm fine, just take a break!" The dwarven prince said weakly.

The battle was tense, the dwarven soldiers and priests turned away without hesitation, the upright dwarves never said such politely, and they didn't know what sycophants were.

Brian struggled to sit up and looked at the battlefield where the battle was raging. The tide of battle had not changed much from before he had just fallen unconscious, and on the wide low wall more than a meter high, the dwarves wrapped in fine plate armor were like large iron lumps, their war hammers heavy and powerful, their shields thick and strong, and the warhammers and anvils engraved on the shields shone with a dark metal glow. The demons' heavy, sharp swords and tomahawks slashed at each other, completely lacking the sharpness of cutting through flesh and blood, and the dwarves' unyielding shields and hammers made the demons quickly realize that these dwarf foes were no less powerful than them.

It was a battle of steel, the demons' weapons were heavy and thick, and the dwarves were well-built, and the two pairs of sworn enemies, both known for their strength, were in a ball of ping-pong, the battle axes and shields collided with all their might, the heavy swords and war hammers clashed fiercely, and the battle line was filled with the sound of iron-striking metal shaking and humming.

For the first time in the midst of countless dimensional expeditions, the Burning Legion's desperate assault was hardened head-on. They didn't have the upper hand over the dwarves in the past, and since the casters and Abyss Lords were mostly drawn to the central and western fronts, they lacked the decisive power to make a final decision.

Almost all of the demon commanders were exasperated and humiliated, and the enemy held back the attack, which was never before in the history of the Burning Legion! Without the slightest hesitation, more demons were thrown into the battlefield, and even though the front line was already crowded like sardine cans, they still made a desperate bet, smashing all the power at hand like crazy gamblers.

From this point on, Diego and Brian have exceeded the task assigned to them by the Alliance command - to threaten the flanks of the Burning Legion and attract their forces! And judging from the current situation, their mission was a bit too effective, and the Burning Legion sent a full six legions to pull out the nail wedged in the ribs.

In front of the low wall, the demons were almost outrageously crowded, and the demons in the back row barely had room to wield their weapons - because they couldn't put it down anymore when they lifted it. Many of the demon corpses that had been killed by bullets did not even fall, but were just squeezed straight into the air and unable to land, moving forward with the crowd.

Like an assembly line, the demons rushed to the low wall, slashed indiscriminately, and were killed by the dwarves. There were no dodges, no blocks, in fact, they didn't even have a chance to make a second slash, because more demons had already surged up and crawled towards the low wall.

Even the dwarven warriors, who had always been brave and good at fighting, were stunned by this completely fatal impact, and everyone felt a tingling of their scalps as they looked at the dense demon army in their sight.

"Retreat, retreat, shift positions!" Brian Copperbeard, who had long since returned to the fight, shouted hoarsely. This was not a rout, but a defense plan that had been arranged for a long time, and the fighting spirit of the dwarves would not be crushed so quickly.

At this moment, the dull sound of the bronze mortar rang out again. They had been silent for a long time, waiting for the moment to cover the dwarves' retreat.

More than a dozen clouds of gunpowder smoke exploded in front of the low wall, shrapnel flew one after another, blood and flesh splattered, and the originally dense tide of demons was blasted out of a large blank space. Although the demons that followed quickly filled the void again, the dwarves had already withdrawn from the low wall defense line and relined themselves in an open field dozens of yards away.

It was a pre-set position, and the dwarves had leveled a flat area on the slope beforehand. This flat land is about five or six meters wide and hundreds of meters long, and the slightly concave ground is just over a meter lower than the original slope of the mountain, and the dwarves stand on the flat ground, which does not affect the shooting range of the shooters behind them, in fact, they can hardly even see the back of the dwarves' heads.

When the tide of demons finally reached the low wall and was ready to rush up the hillside, they found themselves greeted not by an easy victory, but by a storm of bullets.

When they stood in front of the low wall before, the height of the demons was still much taller than that of the dwarves standing on the low wall, and for the allied archers, this kind of shooting was no more difficult than shooting targets, so they didn't stop shooting, giving the dwarves a lot of support. But this kind of shooting still needs to be aimed and takes some time, so the rate of fire inevitably slows down.

But the moment the demons leaped over the wall, the shooters were pleasantly surprised to find that they didn't need to waste any more time aiming. At this distance, the demons are so large that it would be ridiculous to miss the shot.

The originally sparse gunfire suddenly became dense, and the shooters didn't even have to aim, all they had to do was to continuously pull the trigger and fire the bullets in the chamber as quickly as possible. Some shooters even ran out of magazines in one go, and the empty warehouses in the trenches hung up, and the sound of magazines jumping out was endless.

The wails of the demons echoed through the hillside, causing the ears of the dwarven warriors to buzz a little. But seeing the demons who had driven them back eat such a big deflate, they couldn't mention how happy they were.

The tide of demons on the low wall seemed to have been cut by an invisible razor, and they fell in a row, and then in a row, and with the density of the demons' troops, they were also pressed by this dense rain of bullets. It took more than half a minute to not advance an inch, until more and more coalition shooters ran out of magazines and began to reload their bullets, and the gunfire became sparse, that demons began to jump down from the low wall and rush up the hillside!

Behind them, the low wall more than a meter high was almost filled with corpses, and the demons that followed were completely pushing forward through the corpses.