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Facing the menacing trolls, Loya was still very nervous.

Don't look at the countless big scenes this dwarf has passed, but most of the time her side has a numerical advantage - but now, Loya estimates that there are five hundred trolls, but the dwarves and gnomes together are only a hundred and a hundred!

It's a pppppvp!

But Loya won't back down!

During this time, the dwarven archaeological team stayed at night, searched along the ore veins, and searched the excavation site when they came across, while Loya had been conducting research and research on the Episis Crystal.

At this moment, she knew better than anyone what kind of power was contained in these beautiful crystals!

This is the power of Draenor's origin, the power and wisdom of a world!

Now the trolls are obviously prepared, although she doesn't know how the trolls found here, and she doesn't know whether the orcs are involved, but she can be sure that if the trolls get the things in the cave behind them, not only will the alliance be in big trouble, but she will also be very likely to die here.

Luo Ya believes that the trolls will not be left alive!

"Everyone, rely on the camp to start defending!"

"Anti-Arrow Matrix Activated!"

"Musketeers ready, 3, 2, 1, salvo!"

Under the methodical command of Loya, along the edge of the dwarven expedition's camp, a translucent barrier appeared, and the short spears thrown by the trolls nailed to the barrier, causing no damage to the dwarven archaeological team.

By the meantime, the dwarves and gnomes who had stayed behind had already reloaded their muskets.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After a burst of gunsmoke, several troll berserkers who rushed to the front stumbled and fell.

The Prophet Zur didn't blink an eye—muskets were complete junk weapons to trolls—even the most powerful shotguns, and the Troll Warrior would take a shot in the front and recover on its own after a while.

However, contrary to Zur's expectations, the trolls did not fight again after they were planted, and their bodies flowed with a magical glow that seemed to be substantial.

"Enchanted bullets!" Prophet Zur snorted, "What a big stroke—it's a pity that it's useless after all!" ”

"Useless?" Luo Ya raised her face, "It's not up to you to decide whether it's useful or not!" Keep the salvo! ”

The trolls had rushed to the edge of the camp, but the musketeers were undaunted and continued to shoot.

Another group of trolls had fallen - too close this time for barely a single shot to hit the air, and the trolls' vaunted regenerative abilities were useless under the enchanted bullets.

But so what!

The trolls have ridden their faces!

The next moment, the battle again exceeded the Prophet Zur's expectations.

A huge brown bear suddenly appeared, barely withstanding the troll's attack.

Hunters have pets, especially dwarf hunters - if you don't have a bear with you, you're too embarrassed to call a hunter?

Now it was fun, and the battle suddenly froze.

But the old god on Zur's face was there, but Luo Ya, who led the dwarven archaeological team to stop the enemy with inferior forces, looked desperate.

The reason is simple, Loya's hole cards are almost used up.

But on the troll's side, except for the more than 200 berserkers who charged in a wave, the other priests watched quietly.

"Alright, get up—"

Seeing that the dwarves and gnomes seemed to have run out of options, Zur finally smiled and struck.

After a magical fluctuation, the troll berserkers, who fell to the ground and were restrained by the enchanted bullets, got up, shook their heads, and began to charge.

Seeing that the dwarven archaeological team was about to collapse, the next moment, the part of the dwarves who were exploring the cave finally came out.

Brian Copperbeard, who was the leader, opened the gods to descend to earth, and came to the front of the battle line with a big jump.

Loya perked up, then became even more desperate.

The trolls were far more prepared than they were, and when they saw the warriors of the dwarven archaeological team return, the troll priests came to their senses.

After a voodoo glow, the dwarven warriors vanished, replaced by croaking frogs.

Black art!

Unlike the mage's sheep transformation, the troll's hex is not hypnosis, but a real "temporary voodoo transformation".

Except for a few dwarven warriors who had the blood of the king of the hill and could open the gods to descend to earth, the other warriors were recruited one after another and became frogs on the ground.

Blood Crash!

It's only been three rounds since they met, and the dwarven archaeological team can almost be judged to be useless, and if this is a military exercise, they can already be judged to lose.

These trolls are elite, and the dwarven warriors are killed one by one - disarming the hex and beating to death, and the next one disarming the hex and beating to death......

Brian's eyes were already red.

These archaeologists are not only elite warriors, but also excellent scholars!

But at this moment, anger doesn't solve the problem.

Brian himself is actually a mud bodhisattva crossing the river himself, as more and more dwarven warriors fall, more and more people besiege Brian, and more and more hunters' beast companions fall.

"Damn it!" Luo Ya threw out the last electromagnetic grenade on her waist, and then looked at the empty engineering backpack, anxious, "Ahhhhh ”

"Don't worry about moving arsenals!" Brian, who was surrounded by everyone, shouted, "You go and blow up the cave, then leave with a concealment potion, and tell my brother about this first!" ”

"What are you going to do?" Luo Ya took out the potion provided by the Spore Man, but she didn't drink it immediately, "I have a lot of hidden potions here, come back quickly!" ”

"No need!" Brian didn't look back, "The men of the Copperbeard family never retreat, they don't regret it!" ”

"Put down your hammer." Zur finally spoke, "You don't have a chance, I guarantee your treatment and the dignity of the captives." ”

"I'm sorry - I have the blood of the King of the Hill in my veins, and we will never back down!" As he spoke, Brian slammed his hammer to the ground. "Thunder Strike!"

While the trolls around him were staggering, Brian double-wielded the hammer and began to spin rapidly.

Trapped Beast Fight!

Looking at Brian, who insisted on not putting down his weapon, Zur's eyes narrowed slightly.

Brian may be a poor man, but he is the Dwarven Prince and the third brother of Magni Copperbeard.

As a last resort, Zur didn't want Brian's life.

But now it seems that the dwarf will not lay down his weapon.

"Then I'm sorry."

Feeling a little sorry for Brian in the bottom of his heart, Zur himself chanted the incantation.

Voodoo rolls and shadows abound.

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The third watch, where are the friends of the immortals?