The slumbering blood gradually awoke, and the earth-shattering drums woke up the long-dormant barracks, and the lazy gray dwarves rushed to their weapons one after another, shouting and beating their shields.

When the demon hunters followed the rout army to the gate of the barracks, the camp gate was wide open, and the three gray dwarf phalanxes of two hundred people were arranged in the shape of "Pin", waiting for the battle.

The gale quickened its pace and grabbed the two gray dwarves who were lagging behind.

The rest of the defeated army did not dare to storm the formation, and General Thorin may forgive them for fleeing when they can't do anything, but he will never spare the enemy who hinders him from hunting for victory.

Gale's plan was frustrated, no one expected that there would be so many enemies here, and they had expected that there would be at most as many defenders as the gray dwarves guarding the entrance.

The gap in numbers was too great, and the demon hunters could only stop the pursuit and retreat to the passage.

As the group retreated, an old gray dwarf dressed in black iron armor with a white beard rode out of the array on a bighorn sheep, and many gray dwarf warriors neatly made way for him, and gave the dwarves a hammer salute to their worshippers.

"Humans, the trap of the passage has been opened, you have no way to retreat, fight with our army, my warriors can't wait!" General Thorin issued an inspiring declaration of invitation to battle, and as soon as his words fell, the gray dwarven warriors roared in unison:

"For Ancardia!"

The two gray dwarves caught by Gale suddenly burst into tears, looked at each other, frantically broke free from Gale's restraints, and launched a suicidal attack on the nearest member of the group.

Their actions were indeed suicidal, and they were killed by the regiment in the blink of an eye with their hands tied and their armor stripped of their armor.

Dafeng frowned, and said in his heart: "Oh no." ”

The rebellion and death of the two captives further aroused the morale of the gray dwarves, and the original bright yellow morale bar was developing towards the undying red.

"Onward! Warriors, forward! Thorin roared hysterically with all the strength of his body.

"Huh! Clear! Clear! ”

The army of gray dwarves marched in order, as if they were slowly and quickly crushing like a mountain.

At this time, the six sons who went to investigate the passage reported to Gale with a disgraced face: "Brother Gale, no, there are too many traps to remove!" ”

"Understood." Gale looked back at the uneasy members and said:

"Brothers and sisters, rest assured, Brother Hao has assassinated the other party's wizard, and now he is recovering, and he will come to support us soon, and we must resist before he comes.

Remember who we are, Wolf Hunters! ”

"Invincible!"

"Give them a taste of the power of witchcraft!"

The standard equipment of the Grey Dwarves is a heavy steel full-body armor, and the weapon is a terrifying mace, which adds up to 40 kilograms, making it a veritable hoplite.

They start to pick up speed when they get close to 100 meters, run at 80 meters, and charge at 50 meters.

The ground trembled in front of the gray dwarf army as if a huge monster had walked by, and the wolf hunters in front of it were undaunted.

Makoto Fat commanded his earth-based sculpting group, and he repeated his trick to turn large swaths of stiff land into mire and stop the Grey Dwarves from charging.

This time they didn't connect the mire together, but split the ranks of the gray dwarves one by one.

The grey dwarves on the way to the charge did not receive orders at all, and they did not know that they had become the first birds to rush towards the demon hunters.

"Rapid three-stage shot!"

The silver light suddenly appeared, and the short spear of fine iron, which was still bloody, shot out in three sections, cutting off the dozen gray dwarves on the head.

"Woo~ Kill me!" Gale and his commandos transformed together, and in an instant, their melee strength surpassed that of everyone present, and they broke through directly from the front into the gray dwarf's military formation, killing all sides!

At the same time, Xiaoxue and her nature team spilled handfuls of seeds, accompanied by several bottles of mysterious potions, "But, throw them all!" ”

Green magic poured into the earth, and the ground shook widely, and vines of different colors and shapes rose from the ground, the thinnest as thick as an adult's arm, and they either whipped, or wound, or shot needles, stirring the gray dwarf's army on their backs.

... All the members of the team showed their talents under the leadership of their respective captains and forced out all their abilities.

Thorin wants to use the Wolf Hunter to awaken the sleeping soul of the gray dwarves, and the Wolf Hunter also needs a hearty battle to test their strength, just to see who can hold on to the end?

...

Gray dwarf Dori is 30 years old this year, and he is an absolute young man among the gray dwarves with an average life span of up to 200~250 years old, and his mother told him the story of the underground holy city of the gray dwarves - Ancartier since he was a child, so he aspired to become a glorious soldier, because only soldiers have the opportunity to go to the outside world, and only soldiers have the power to resist evil humans.

At the age of 25, Dori got his wish and entered the second brigade of the lava crypt garrison, and made a vow to surround his homeland and give everything for the holy city.

But apart from the boring training day after day, Dori saw no hope of getting out of the lava crypt.

Two years later, Dori has become a qualified soldier, but after becoming a real warrior, the originally heavy training has been relaxed, not without training tasks, but even the instructor in charge of supervising the training has hinted that everyone will reduce the amount of training, and he will have time to play a game from humans called Quint.

Dori knew that this was not a good thing, but he also knew that he didn't listen to a low-level soldier, so he used it every day to pass the boring training was gone, and gradually became obsessed with all kinds of new gadgets from humans, and became another "instructor".

The legend of Ancartier faded away, and it seemed like a dream, a dream that hurt when touched.

And so it was, until the sound of an explosion woke him up from his sleep, and his bewildered comrades pushed him out of bed.

That's when Dori knew that the war was coming!

Fear immediately surged into his heart, and he was afraid of longing for war and excitement.

However, the training was still effective, and Dori mechanically put on his armor, took his weapons, and lined up in a neat array with his comrades who were also afraid, and secretly blamed himself in his heart: Why didn't the general let us rely on the camp wall for defense?

Then General Sorin gave a mobilization speech, and to be honest, Dori didn't understand much, vaguely heard the words "homeland", "hatred", "death", etc., and then everyone shouted "For Ancardia!" ”

This distant dream was touched again, the extinguished fighting spirit was rekindled, the sleeping war spirit instantly awoke, and Dori roared wildly, he never knew he could shout so loudly.

Soon they meet their enemies, humans.

They were so ugly, as tall as a shelf, and their thighs were not as thick as his hammerhead.

However, Dori didn't dare to underestimate them at all, the armor that was so black that the dwarves were chilled in their hearts was still stained with the blood of the warriors, and the wolf head was dazzlingly red, and it was extremely fierce.

The brothers of the third brigade died at the hands of humans before his eyes, and the hatred for humans in the depths of Dori's blood was aroused, and his eyes were red, and he only felt infinite anger accumulating in his chest, as if it was about to explode.

With one last shout: "For Ancardia!" ”

Dori and his comrades press down on the humans, the mortal enemies of the gray dwarves!

The enemy was far more difficult than expected, and the mire limited the speed of the warriors, and Dori was lucky enough to be on the edge of the mire, and one got stuck in it, and quickly pulled out and continued the charge.

But the trouble is much more than that, the ugly humans turn into even uglier monsters, wantonly slaughtering their own people.

Dori found the opportunity to give the monster a hard blow, but the strange Linjia met his attack and kicked him away.

The steel armor on his chest was dented into a large chunk, but Dori quickly got up from the ground as if he didn't feel pain, and was about to fight again.

However, with a violent vibration under his feet, a dark green vine with red thorns rose from the ground, wrapped around Dori's ankle, and sent him into the air.

Dori struggled frantically, his clenched hammer hammering the vines, but soon he was entangled in the vines and couldn't move.

The steel armor couldn't withstand the power of the vines, and let out bursts of "wailing".

The air in Dori's lungs was squeezed out, but he couldn't breathe in new air, his face was pale, and he roared angrily, but that only made him die faster.

At the last moment of his life, Dori seemed to see Ancardia in his dream, and he tried his best to open his eyes to see through the fog that shrouded the holy city, and finally he used his last strength to see Ancardia's appearance, which was the third layer of the lava crypt where he grew up.

He came to his senses, let go of the hammer in his hand, and his soul flew to the eternal home of the grey dwarven warriors, the Glengini Hall.