Orpheus had long since lost his joyless and sad expression, rushed to Ronningt, who was also stunned, and rudely pulled off the temple paladin badge on Ronningte's chest, and after stimulating some holy light magic, he aimed the front of the badge at the battlefield outside the city gate.

It's a magic item that has a short-term recording function like a revenge necklace.

"Thirty degrees of elevation, ready for flame charges." De Niro raised his right fist again, like a general under his command who had thousands of troops and horses killing people, looking at the purgatory-like battlefield not far away, his face expressionless.

De Niro, who was expressionless, was nervous to death, his back was full of sweat, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Alan was looking at him, so he had to pretend to be calm and give an order.

The dwarves in the second row stuffed the long sticks in their arms into the black cylinders of the dwarves in the first row.

De Niro's arm swung down again.

Fifty incendiary sticks tied to alcohol bottles shot out again.

"Forty degrees of elevation, ready for flame charges." Looking at the Pyg phalanx outside the Holy Light Castle, which was filled with gunsmoke and screams, De Niro raised his right fist again.

One hundred Hammer Fort dwarves, in less than ten breaths, fired three waves of fire projectiles, a total of one hundred and fifty.

The phalanx of Pig warriors outside the Holy Light Castle was long gone, replaced by a wall of fire that was thirty meters wide and nearly a hundred meters long.

The flames of the high-purity alcohol burned the surrounding oxygen, and the parched land was burned into black sand.

Inside the wall of fire, you could faintly see some of the fiery Pigs dancing in the flames, and they seemed to dance happily in the flames, the images were comical but chilling to the spine, because the flames cut off the oxygen, and the sound, and of course, maybe the flames burned their vocal cords.

Surrounded by flames, the Pyg warriors tried to break through the flame-made walls, but eventually they collapsed to the ground, reduced to charred corpses.

The dwarves were very fast, and when the first wave of flame grenades burned, the wolf cavalry straddled in terror. Sit on top of the wolf.

Before they could rescue the poor Pyg warriors, a second wave of fireballs had already struck, and the phalanx of the Pyg warriors and their wolf cavalry had been brutally cut into an impassable chasm with flames.

The wolf cavalry was stunned, for they could only watch the Pyg warriors sink into the flames but could do nothing.

Like two worlds, the flame is life and the flame is death.

The living one can't rush through, and the dead one can't rush out.

And when the third wave of flame bombs hit, the exuberant flames completely blocked their sight.

The wolf cavalry turned around and ran, not wanting to follow in the footsteps of the Pygs.

Gana, who was standing beside Allen, squinted her eyes and saw that the fire was getting smaller, and said slightly: "The estimated killing range is fifty horizontal and one hundred, the actual killing range is thirty horizontal and ninety, and one hundred and fifty flame bombs are consumed, and the power is comparable to that of the Fire Mentor Rank Flame Burning City, and the Pig Phalanx has a total of three hundred and twenty warriors, all of whom are dead." ”

Eren nodded, trying to find Mnirio through the firelight.

Seeing that Eren didn't comment, Cana asked again, "After the flames were extinguished, the warriors advanced three hundred yards?" ”

"Yes, hit them, let the so-called Beamon No. 1 know how to write the word pain." Alan rubbed his teeth, and the incomparable figure in his mind lingered for a long time.

The fire mage named Nava in the city wall took the magic scroll back into his arms with glazed eyes.

His fellow magicians are no better, you look at me, I look at you.

Hathaway, like a mad old hen, ran to Thackeray's side regardless of her image, grabbed him by the collar and asked, "What was that?" Fire spells unleashed by the dwarves? Or even magic? ”

Thackeray smiled bitterly, it's okay for you to let these dwarves drink a pool of wine together, and even magic? Do they know how to write magic, you ask?

Innocently waved his hand, he knew that those flame bombs were burned. The bottle was made, but he didn't dare to talk too much, after all, these were all secrets of the Bloodhoof Camp, and Alan trusted him unconditionally, and it was impossible for him to violate the rules of knighthood and live up to the trust of others.

But even if Hathaway knew, it wouldn't be useful, after all, the method of refining alcohol was in the hands of Alan and De Niro, and it was useless to know the manufacturing process.

Looking at the charred corpses all over the city walls, Thackeray didn't blame Hathaway for such a gaffe, because he was also frightened, he didn't expect those inconspicuous little bottles to be so powerful.

In addition to the two of them, even the Holy Son Orpheus was equally shocked.

He had never heard of a substance that could burn for so long, even explode after a violent collision.

The dwarves who knelt on the ground, all of them were short and funny-looking, and they were able to shoot out things like fire mages attacking spells.

There were no fire elemental magic fluctuations in the space, but the row of still burning walls of fire had harvested hundreds of living beings.

Is this the killer feature of the Bloodhoof Tribe? Do they dare to argue with Beamon on this basis?

Caused damage similar to magic with a physical attack?

"Vivi!" The old butler Duff glared at Hathaway reproachfully, and said lightly, "Don't make a mess." ”

Thackeray glanced at his uncle gratefully, and quickly ran behind Babylon the Great, pulling out two of the dwarves' newly crafted broadswords from behind his back.

"What is Lei going to do?" Hathaway looked anxiously at Old Duff.

"He's a warrior, and a warrior has to fight."

Hathaway hurriedly tried to run out to stop her, but was grabbed by the arm by the old Duuff.

"Uncle, isn't this letting Xiao Lei go to death, there are so many Beamon soldiers outside, why don't you stop him."

Hathaway wanted to go to Alan to plead with Thackeray, after all, Thackeray was the top nobleman of Lotter, and he was an earl, not a barbarian warrior under his command.

Isn't it a joke how an earl can easily go up to the battlefield and rush to the front.

Old Duve grabbed Hathaway, but did not answer.

It's false to say that he is not worried, but the old butler also knows that although he and Thackeray are like Alan, they are the latest to join the Bloodhoof Tribe, and now the Bloodhoof Tribe is full of talents, and only fighting can make Thackeray play his greatest advantage, and the arrogant two hope to get everyone's respect and recognition as soon as possible.

It's not just Thackeray who has to participate in the battle, the old butler believes that once the battle will be white-hot, he, the Dark Archmage, will also be useful.

Hathaway stomped her foot angrily, and looked helplessly at Allen's figure not far away, hoping that the other party could remember the mutual care in the outpost county and not let Thackeray go to death.

The flames gradually extinguished, and the hundreds of Pig warriors who had just formed a phalanx had now turned into charred corpses with terrible appearances.

Jana raised her sword, pointed in the direction of Beamon, and shouted heroically, "Advance, three hundred yards!" ”

"For the glory of the chief, for the glory of the Bloodhoof tribe, the god of war is above!" Old Zack kicked over the war drum in front of him, took the door-like axe from Dina's hand, and jumped onto the giant clawed tree.

"For the glory of the chief, for the glory of the Bloodhoof tribe, the god of war is above!"

More than a hundred Bloodhoof warriors once again took the step of advancing, and under the leadership of Old Zack, rushed in the direction of Beamon's army.

Mourinho said lightly to the harpy beside him: "Tell the wolf cavalry that I will count the heads of a hundred barbarians in a while." ”

The harpy herald nodded and rose into the air, hovering over the head of the wolf cavalry phalanx and shouted, "Mu Shuai has an order, the wolf cavalry charges." ”

The wolf cavalry, lined up in a long line, quickly rode on the giant wolf, and rushed towards the bloodhoof warriors with their scimitars held high.

The bloodhoof warriors charged in a triangular battle formation, and the outermost warriors were armed with giant battle shields.

Orpheus, who was watching the battle from afar, thought that the Bloodhoof Warriors wanted to stop the wolf cavalry with their giant shields.

Hathaway thought that the Bloodhoof Warriors wanted to reduce the range of damage dealt by the Wolf Cavalry charge.

Lonningt felt that Allen was more than brave and knew nothing about strategy and tactics.

Hathaway's doglegs thought why not just use those fire charges all the time?

Alan smiled.

When the wolf cavalry was less than 100 yards away and was about to impact the bloodhoof warriors, the warriors holding the giant shield slammed their fingers the inside of the giant shield after sticking the huge shield into the ground.

And then..... Oil-smeared and poisonous arrows flew out from the outside of the giant shield, with a whistling sound that broke through the air, flashing with a cold glow, and mercilessly inserted into the body of the giant wolf under the crotch of the wolf cavalry.

The charging wolf cavalry fell directly in a row, and the wolf cavalry behind them couldn't dodge and obviously stopped.

Old Zack jumped off the giant clawed tree and rushed forward with a giant axe in hand.

The bloodhoof warriors behind him also jumped over the giant shield and rushed up behind the old chief with murderous vigour.

Old Zack, who inspired the Bloodhoof Battle Ring, poured a wolf cavalry with a single axe.

The sharp axe cut through the wolf cavalry mercilessly.

Although the giant claw tree is not the old chief's battle guardian beast, it is like a loyal dog guarding the old chief's side, and the few inches of claws are not much inferior to the giant axe of the door panel.

The Bloodhoof warriors used their strong bodies to prove that they are dumber than the Orcs and not the strongest race, they barbarians are.

The wolf's fangs gritted into the armor of the Bloodhoof warriors, only to shatter.

The scimitar slashed at the armor of the Bloodhoof warriors, and it still shattered.

There is no way, because the purity of the batch of steel from the Holy See pit is simply not very good, and all of them are cheap bloodhoof warriors.

Thackeray and a few bloody warriors quickly wandered to the edge of the battlefield, constantly sniping at the grassroots commander of the wolf cavalry.

The Bloodhoof warriors were very brave, like thugs, and after completely abandoning their defenses with their hard armor, they formed a wall of people, slowly but unwaveringly, advancing.

When the two men collide violently, as if looking down from the sky, you will find that the Bloodhoof Warriors are constantly in the past few years, and their bodies are full of corpses.

The corpses of the wolf warriors and the giant wolf of Beamon, the mangled corpses.