If these Black Iron Dwarves are well-trained elite soldiers, then the Black Stone Orcs as enemies ......

Judging from Yoneshan's observations, it is a compliment to describe it as a rabble.

"Are orcs so weak? I remember that the Blackstone Orcs used to be the leading clan of the Orc Tribe, right? Staying with Greenhill in the shield-made fortress of the Black Iron Dwarves, Misr said strangely.

"That was before, sir." Greenhill, who drew his weapons and assumed a battle posture after the dragoons appeared, said: "Before Thrall rebuilt the tribe, the defeated orcs were vulnerable. ”

Hearing Greenhill's answer, Misr Shan nodded knowingly, "Is there a problem of faith?" ”

"Yes, my lord, these blackstone orcs who have no faith and have become slaves of the black dragon just look powerful." Greenhill said.

Greenhill's words reminded Misr of a joke he had seen on the Internet before the crossing.

"When the soldiers of the Alpha Force refused Lubyanka's order, the torrent of steel that once frightened the turtles into creating billions of grenades became history."

This paragraph fits perfectly with what Greenhill said.

An army without faith is a bunch of trash, even if these orcs once had the glory of inheritance, and they could even be 1vs5 humans when they first arrived in Azeroth.

But now...... Huh.

It's a pity that even among the rabble, the number of this group of Blackstone Orcs is slightly larger.

Especially after appearing in those dragoons, the remaining ten arquebus firepower of the Black Iron Dwarf soldiers who prioritized defense was not enough to suppress the wolf cavalry like just now.

Blind defense is not a good choice.

While Misr and Greenhill were discussing the blackstone orcs, a mounted black dragon seized the opportunity to swoop down and grab a shielded Black Iron Dwarven soldier and throw him into the lava.

Even if the Black Iron Dwarf has the blessing (enslavement) of the Fire Demon King, they will not be burned to death by lava.

Such a height must not be a light fall.

Faced with this scene, a musketeer immediately replaced his shield to fill the position.

Although it did not give a problem to the strong defensive line, there was one less musketeer to attack.

After two or three times in a row, the counterattack from the Black Iron Dwarves became weaker and weaker.

Thinking that everything was under control, the Blackstone Orc Chief Red Blackhand waved his hand to signal his army to suspend the attack, and shouted:

"Hand over the human dragon slayer, and I'll let you live."

"......" Misr glanced at Greenhill, who took a deep breath.

When General Angfu heard Red Black Hand's words, he immediately shouted, "Don't act rashly, those Blackstone Orcs are not to be trusted!" ”

"Hahahaha, little bit, that's not my words." Red Blackhand, who was riding on the black drake, laughed and said, "If it were me, I would cut off the heads of all of you and take the bodies to feed the wolves." ”

"That is to say......" Missen's voice followed the words of Red Black Hand, "Is this order from your master, Nefarian?" ”

"Roar!" From Misrham's tone, Red Blackhand, who was dismissive of Nefarian, roared:

"Fragile mortals! What gives you the audacity to call the Great Lord of Blackstone so! ”

"What kind of guts is that! How dare you speak to my master like that! Greenhill's words were accompanied by a spinning flying hammer.

If it weren't for Red's quick reaction to jump onto another dragoon, he would have been smashed directly by this wrathed hammer just like his mount.

"Kill them! Kill them!! Red Blackhand, who had kicked the cavalry that had caught his black drake from the lava, roared.

However, judging from the action of him roaring and pulling the reins to fly farther away, it is very similar to the feeling of "give it to me" by the commander of the national army at the beginning.

Shaking his head, Rice Shan retracted his gaze at the garbage and asked Greenhill, "Do you have all those parts?" ”

"Take it with you, sir." Greenhill immediately knew what Mishan was going to do, and pulled out a pile of engineering parts.

"Let's try it and see how it goes." Looking at the piles of parts that were quickly piled up, Misr was curious about how big Greenhill's backpack really was.

"My lord, these parts together only occupy one slot." Greenhill replied.

“…… So how many squares do you have now? Mishan asked.

"There's only one sixteen-compartment backpack at the moment." Greenhill continued, "But now it's not like you used to have to carry around as much equipment, so it's still enough. ”

"When I have money, I'll buy you a cloth bag for a few months." Misson felt like he had to care about Greenhill in this regard, just as he had done when he used to play games.

“…… Well, thank you, sir. Greenhill hesitated, but finally did not confess to Lord Misr that he was in the world of Azeroth...... Especially at this time of year, what a rare thing the moon cloth is.

If you make a bag out of a moon cloth, you will be despised to death by those mages, priests, warlocks, or something.

Seeing that after he gave the order to destroy them all, the soldiers under his command still made no progress, and Red Black Hand was very angry.

It's a pity that there is nothing to do about getting angry, after all, it is not the first time to fight with the Black Iron Dwarves.

If there was a good way to solve the iron bucket formation of this group of black iron dwarves, it would have been used a long time ago.

Fortunately, the number of these Black Iron Dwarves is too small, and the chosen battlefield cannot be quickly reinforced...... After more than ten years of war, the central area of Blackstone Mountain, which belongs to Hodemar City, has become the territory of the orcs.

After an hour and a half of fighting without much damage between the two sides, the multi-racial motley army under Red Black Hand who was following behind finally followed.

"Trapezoidal defense!" Realizing that the disparity between friend and foe had exceeded the boundaries of what could happen to a miracle, General Angover took a deep breath and turned to the humans and Greenhill and said:

"You go first, and we'll break off."

"Huh? Shall we go first? Where to? I don't know ...... Black...... Where is the Dark Furnace City? Mishan asked rhetorically with a subtle smile.

"Go north! Cross the North Gate! Go to Scorching Canyon, the territory of the Thorsilver Brotherhood! General Angover said.

"That'...... What to do with these dragoons? Mishan pointed to the black dragoons flying in the sky.

"I hope Your Excellency the Dragon Slayer can protect you!" Hearing Mishan's words, General Angfu smiled sarcastically.

If it weren't for the current situation, just this sneering expression of looking down on Mishan would have been enough to make General Angover's head fall to the ground.

Now, Greenhill just raised his head and stared at General Angover with a very dangerous look, and then said to Lord Missanne:

"Assembled, sir."

"Very good...... Misar said, looking at Greenhill's engineering device, patting the grip on it, "Good job." ”

"Thank you, sir."

"What is this?" As a Black Iron Dwarf, General Angover could tell at a glance that the engineering device that Greenhill had spent half a minute building was a musket, but he had never seen the shape of such a musket.

"You can't make a small repeating device, but it's not difficult to ...... a large one," Mishan said, "Oh? Names, you ask? In my hometown, this thing is called Maxim ......."

"It's specifically designed to deal with situations like this."

At this time, the multi-racial combined army that had come up with reinforcements finally set up a formation on the narrow cast-iron avenue less than twenty or thirty meters wide.

A very standard dense formation of shield men in front, spearmen in the back, and archers and substitutes at the rear.