The moment the heavy shield and the iron pot collided again, the crisp and high-pitched sound of gold and iron resonating spread to every corner of the entire camp.

Even the rangers, who were hidden in the darkness, were drawn by the sound of the night. The spear-wielding Savaron (the male snake demon) plunged his sharp spear into the body of the equally distracted enemy after a momentary distraction, and Lucien and Marcel (male Horned Demon ×2) did the same thing, and then realized that the enemies who were still in the middle of the battle were once again in a stalemate with Andre's men.

It was too much to say that it was a stalemate, and the enemy, who had only two dozen or so men left, had no effective means to fight against the hedgehog-like spear formation. And the rangers in the darkness are still shooting at the reapers with precise points, and they are often preoccupied with looking for possible flaws in the dense spears a moment ago, and the cold arrows that roar have already penetrated their bodies.

And then there's the elusive big black cat, which inevitably takes the life of at least one enemy with every flash.

Without long weapons, they couldn't help the long-handled weapons made by the elves' secret arts, and those wooden poles were far tougher than they imagined! The "sophisticated" weapons made of animal bones had no advantage against them, and the long-knives of the four-armed snake demon were a nightmare for everyone. All three of their long weapons were severed by the blade that exuded inexplicable magic! No one even had the courage to fight Mora Scales, and the sharpest in the group, a long knife sharpened from the fangs of the beast, had not been able to survive three rounds in the hands of the snake demon. The owner of the long knife was even more dripping with cold sweat, and he knew that the long knife in his hand was actually one of the six swords of the snake demon's executed sister, Canor Demon Scale.

From the look in her eyes that seemed to want to choose someone to devour, the warrior who once thought she was lucky enough to get the beast tooth long knife already knew in her heart. The other party must have known that the weapon she had just cut off belonged to her most airtight companion, and she still had two of the remaining five handles hanging from her waist.

Even her sister's personal saber was cut off directly without hesitation, and the fool could see that the four-armed snake demon was really determined to kill at this time!

Unable to take advantage of the enemy in hand-to-hand combat, a few angry fellows even threw their weapons with poor skills. Of course, this didn't help, and the weapons in mid-air were shot down by a defense of knives and spears. And in exchange for Andrei's counterattack with similar means - the covering blow of the shadow barrage.

With Andre in his position, he condensed the shadow magic above his head and smashed it at the enemy opposite his warriors, without worrying about accidental damage. In fact, even if there was a mistake, it didn't hurt much, after all, the spell seemed to be powerful, but the actual damage was very limited, but he still managed to weaken the enemy's physical strength and hit their momentum again.

After one or two tentative spear thrusts, the enemy again dropped a few words of corpse. Even if there were a dozen or so left, they were still outnumbered by the damn but simple and effective spear array on the other side. But they also had no other choice, and in other directions were heavily armed and ready dwarven shield guards. They didn't seem to be in a hurry to join in the killing process, but instead pointed and discussed the lethality of the spear as a weapon, while comparing how to deal with this hedgehog-like battle formation tactics.

Kwaseg knew very well in his heart that the group of subordinates who confronted the Children of the Abyss not far away would not last long, and once the situation on the frontal battlefield was decided, he would be even more powerless. It's just that while he was guarding against the elven dark arrows, the dwarf in front of him gave him unexpected pressure.

The guy who was swept in the knee by the hammer was still humming behind him, while the other subordinate was almost powerless under the frantic onslaught of a white-haired dwarf.

Even though they knew that the current situation was very bad, the Horned Overseers did not act rashly.

The two dwarves stopped his breakthrough route diagonally, while the dwarves who were engaged with him continued to unleash tentative attacks, leaving him no respite. The dwarves have completely taken the initiative, and even disdain to be outnumbered. If it were in the past, Kwaseg would have scoffed at this one-on-one fight for inexplicable dignity and glory. No matter what means are used, victory is the ultimate goal! Just like the child of the abyss who does everything he can...... But now he wished that the two dwarves who were blocking his way would let their guard down to a minimum.

Claude Greystone felt like the best of the lads at the moment, his body was still getting stronger and stronger despite his age, and the great king of the hill was watching him from the sky at this time! Of course, it was also possible that the "Fire Demon Hand" in his hand had inspired his strength, making him feel a little unfinished in every movement of the hammer.

The constant collision of the hammer and the iron pot made a loud noise that exhilarated old Claude and irritated the others. Of course, the elders of the Gray Rock Clan would not be so simple that they really felt that they were old and strong, and they could fight several by themselves. It was precisely because there was a stick boy in the clan behind him who swept the battle for him, and he was able to unscrupulously suppress the horned demon in front of him who had no power to resist.

The "Fire Demon Hand" emitted a faint red light, but it was very conspicuous in the night. Claude felt that not only the hammer in his hand, but also his body began to become faintly hot. This made him wield a hammer like an energetic lad and shout loudly, "The power of the earth is with me"!

His heart was filled with irrepressible loftiness, and the dwarven elders still realized rationally that they were just taking advantage of them with weapons. The stone axe that his poor opponent had originally hung on his waist had long been crushed by his own magic iron forging hammer, and he could only helplessly rely on the heavy fine iron cauldron in his hand to barely resist his own attack.

So there was this scene that made Andre cry and laugh, like beating gongs and drums, a "fierce" battle. In terms of momentum alone, the rest of the battle was far less "vigorous" than the Dwarven Elders.

Why did you have to cast this pot as thick as a heavy axe in the first place!? Sure enough, I should have listened to Andre's advice more and saved some materials......

The dwarven elders fought fiercely, but their thoughts drifted a little away. His opponent was so miserable that he couldn't even hold the iron pot in his hand. Not only did the tremors from the collision make his hands sore, but the pot itself seemed to be getting hot, but the bitter horned demon didn't know if it was his delusion......

With an unexpectedly muffled bang, the Dwarven Elder finally broke through the enemy's defenses as he wished—the cauldron softened under the constant beating of the magic hammer, and was finally broken by him!

The dwarven elders, who had been granted, were busy with their hands on their knees, gasping for air.

The Horned Demon, who thought he was in a catastrophe, found that the attacker had lost his strength for some reason...... Finally, it was his turn to vent the grievances just now!

The waist exerted force, ready to throw the broken iron pot in his hand at the defenseless old guy, a sharp arrow piercing the throat made the horned demon who had not yet vented the depression in his heart slowly withered to the ground unwillingly, his mouth was spitting red blood foam, but his eyes were wide, as if he wanted to remember the old bastard in front of him who let himself die of hatred!

On the other side, the Horned Overseer's charge, which had gathered all its strength, was stopped every time. From the imperative to the panic, Quasaig has vaguely understood that he has no chance. Each dwarf has the ability to fight to the death without falling behind by their elite armament and strong physique, and it would have been very easy for the three dwarves to unite and keep themselves. It's ridiculous that he gradually understood after failing to break through again and again and losing his fighting spirit.

Knowing that there was no hope of escape, the Horned Overseer threw away his stone axe in despair, and his few remaining subordinates who confronted the Children of the Abyss without causing any harm had given up their resistance and were captured.

Kwaseg finally understood at this moment. From the moment he led the team into this camp, his defeat was already doomed. The children of the abyss, including the elves and dwarves who had joined forces with him, were merely cautiously testing the strength of their warriors.

The cruel battle that had no chance of winning for him had not been at his best from the beginning, and when he thought of this, Kwaseg felt that perhaps he was really as stupid as the child of the abyss said.

Or maybe the succubus's fanatical worship of her leader was not a demon at all, and the unrevealed son of the abyss had already given him an indescribable sense of powerlessness, and perhaps only such an unfathomable figure would be revered by his subordinates?

The Horned Overseer, who thought he had no ability to resist, sat on the ground in a state of exhaustion.

The battle is over, but the frowning sons of the abyss feel that even if these guys are not yet civilized, they will inevitably deal with them too smoothly, and they still have one or two backhands that they have not yet used! Could it be that the demons are all such guys whose IQ is off the line and they are powerless to resist these primary combat methods?

André felt that the answer to this question had yet to be further examined by him.