"Bang bang bang", the frogman bangs on the door.

These creatures have no necks, no shoulders, and have a distinctive action of slamming the door, which is dominated by jumping, hitting the door with the side of their head and the side of their body after jumping.

There were more than a dozen frogmen in front of the door, slamming on the door in turn, as if they would never get tired, even if one side of the body was deformed and the bones were obviously twisted, they could not stop their movements.

Behind them, there was a black oppression, and at least hundreds of frogmen were piled up at the entrance of this not spacious energy supply center, waiting expressionlessly for the entrance to be opened.

"Bang", a frogman who slammed the door was bounced open, and the skin on the side was even cracked, revealing the bloodless white muscles inside.

No one cared about his injuries, and a second one had already bounced off the ground and slammed into the metal gate.

At this moment, the door opened.

A pure steel square shield appeared in front of the frog man, and the shield flashed with a faint light of fighting spirit, and it slapped forward without pause, slapping heavily on the face of the frog man who flew over.

The sound of a watermelon shattering sounded, and the frog-man's round skull was easily smashed to pieces like a blue berry. Fang Dun didn't stop, and continued to slap forward, and after hitting his body, he slammed into the ground.

"Poof", the cruel sound was tooth-souring, the whole frogman turned directly into a meat patty, fragments of bones and muscles splashed everywhere from under the shield, the blue blood had coagulated into solid, like a gel on the surface of the shield and the ground, when the shield was raised again, the enemy had turned into a puddle of mud, there was no more complete part, some slimy wreckage stuck to the shield slowly slid down, how tragic it looked to be.

"For the glory of Ofregen. As he retracted his shield, the dwarf Mobuck let out a huge roar at the tidal foe, a special battle cry belonging to the dwarven warriors. With the roar, the dwarf's body swelled up significantly, the original loose armor was fully propped up, and his height was close to the standard of a normal human, although the muscles on his body were covered by armor and could not be seen clearly, but from the muscles on his face and neck, it could be seen that all the muscles had risen high, and they could release explosive power at any time.

"Destroy under the wrath of the Lord of Fire, bastards. The burly Mobuck stepped forward, and when his footsteps landed, it seemed that the whole city trembled, and the battle axe slashed sideways, and the pale yellow fighting qi emitted from the axe blade, and along the path of the battle axe, it turned into a fighting qi slash and extended outward, and after the fighting qi slashed, all enemies within three meters, whether it were frogmen or scaly creatures, were cut in half.

The enemy was tenacious, and even though it was cut in half, the frogs still scratched the ground with their slender upper limbs and tried to crawl towards the dwarves, even though the intestines were already dragging all the way behind them, and even though the organs on the stumps kept falling out, it seemed to have no effect on them.

However, this scene may have a big impact on others, but it is meaningless to the heavily armed dwarves in combat state.

"Boom", the other foot also stepped forward, and the steel combat boots directly stepped on the head of a frogman lying at his feet, and the frogman's brain was close to drying, and there was no scene of brain splattering, and some were just pieces of meat flying away.

Against the tide of frogmen, Mobuck walked out of the gate, standing in front of the door with axes and shields, and in the piercing sound of metal clashing, the dwarf raised his head to the sky and let out a deafening roar again, as powerful as a god descending into the world.

The terrifying momentum of the dwarves did not deter the enemy, and it was as if the natives had lost the ability to think, leaving only the instinct to attack. The tragic death of their kind did not make them retreat, but instead made enough room for the frogs in the back row to launch a bouncing attack.

The Frogmen's physical attacks are very interesting, they always like to jump forward, then turn their body in mid-air so that their two thick legs are in the front, and when they get close to the target, they will kick their legs hard, and use the momentum of the impact and the strong strength of the legs to deal a heavy blow to the enemy. At the same time, for some reason, unusually sharp nails grew on their toes, and while they stepped on them, the nails would also leave deep scars on the enemy's body.

"Whoosh", the frogmen jumped out in large numbers, and trampled on the dwarves' shields and bodies in groups, but unfortunately, no matter how sharp their nails were, they couldn't break through the shields and armor infused with fighting spirit.

But strength is a problem, although the strength of a frogman is not worth mentioning to a dwarf, but dozens or hundreds of frogmen continue to attack, especially the strength and speed of this group of frogmen seem to be the same as the lizard monster that sneaked up just now, with a strength beyond their physical limitations, so in just a few seconds to withstand hundreds of impacts, Mobuck's pressure is still very great.

However, the dwarf didn't care, and in the face of great pressure, he actually took another step forward. Under the helmet and beard, there was an excited and crazy smile on his face.

The war machine-like dwarves moved forward again, which would inevitably expose the gate behind them, and although the crazy frog people had lost the ability to think, their instincts made them see this best opportunity to break through, so, on both sides, a large number of frogmen jumped behind Mobuck, not to attack the dwarves, but to break through, only to attack the enemy inside the door.

Unfortunately, they were greeted with a two-handed giant sword that was more than half a person high.

If Mobuck is like an unshakable mountain, then Saf and her greatsword are the unpredictable wind.

The black greatsword swung silently, like a gentle wind, the wind of death. There was no sound of breaking through the air, no sound of swinging, and under the control of the female swordsman, the heavy greatsword seemed to lose its weight, turning into a phantom, gently slashing through the body of the enemy.

There was no sound of flesh tearing, no bones breaking, the enemy seemed to have become a phantom, and the greatsword slashed through the enemy's body without hindrance, but did not cause any damage to the enemy.

However, Saf never looked at the enemy again, and in the moment of his figure, he had already merged with the greatsword, and the wind drifted past the enemy, circling back behind the dwarf.

It was only at this time that the body that was cut by the giant sword slowly divided into two halves, neatly divided into left and right halves from top to bottom, the section was smooth and smooth, and even the internal organs were cut neatly, until the body cracked, and then it crackled and fell to the ground.

Clearing the enemies near one side, Saf was no longer ready to go to the other side, as Moria was still in the team.

Leisurely and happily wandering among the trees and flowers, living carefree in the forest, enjoying peace, happiness and ease.

However, this is just a misunderstanding of the forest spirit by the ignorant, and such a forest spirit will only appear in fairy tales.

It is true that the curious Lin Jing is optimistic and cheerful, mischievous and lively, and loves to play and laugh, but they have never been gentle and peaceful creatures, absolutely not.

The forest is not a peaceful paradise, and being able to live carefree in a forest full of dangerous monsters shows in itself the strength and extraordinaryness of this creature, and if you want to maintain a leisurely and happy life, there are only mountains of corpses of enemies and monsters hidden behind it.

As a forest spirit, Moria, of course, is no exception.

At some point, a large number of roots had already stretched out from the door and quietly covered the ground. When the frogmen were ready to pounce, the ground was full of roots as if suddenly alive, twisting, meandering, wrapping around their legs, climbing up their bodies, strangling their necks, well, they didn't have necks.

Tightly entangled more than a dozen frogmen, the surface of the roots changed, and countless thin and sharp small serrations quickly grew on the rough bark, cutting deep into the enemy's body.

The roots are not motionless, even when they are entangled in their prey, they are still twisting and twitching, so that, with the help of surface serrations, the roots that entangle the enemy become the most brutal flesh millstone, slowly shattering the enemy's skin, flesh and bones, and turning them into pieces bit by bit.

"Bang la la", there was no wind, but the sound of the leaves shaking from inside the door, this seemed to be a signal to attack, and the next moment, dozens of acorns flew out of the door with afterimages and cannonballs, accurately bypassing the teammates outside the door, ignoring the enemy's flesh and bones, leaving fist-sized holes in their bodies.

The shaking of the leaves was even more cheerful, as if the blood and flesh of the enemy brought endless joy to the forest spirits.

Careful and unknown.

Several peculiar lizards, lurking among the frogmen as usual.

Before they were domesticated, they were among the best predators in the world, lurking in the blind spots, slowly approaching their prey, and finally culling them in one fell swoop, an act they have been doing for thousands of years, and they have long been imprinted into their instincts. Even now, they have lost their lives and sanity, and they can still perfectly perform the most standard hunting behavior, just like they do now.

Lying on the ground, hiding themselves and spying on their prey, the metal-clad dwarves are too large to hunt, and the special lizards focus on Saf, patiently looking for opportunities.

Slowly approach the corner of the wall, stick to the edge of the wall step by step, and the closer you get to the target, the slower the speed and the softer the movement.

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters, good chance.

The strange lizard arched its body and was about to pounce on the female swordsman the next moment, but at that moment, it spotted a man, a skinny man with thin fluff on his hands and feet, and a ridiculously pointed hat, smiling at it.

"Hello. Macajelen suddenly emerged from the shadows and beckoned to the strange lizard, giving a sly smile that belonged only to a halfling, "It's nice to meet you, and then, goodbye." ”

How could a halfling who had already wandered outside, constantly disappearing in the shadows, watch the enemy sneak attack his comrades. The comrades-in-arms did not consider whether there was an enemy hiding in the shadows to sneak attack, just because they believed in his ability and believed that the shadows were his kingdom. In this case, how could he live up to the trust of his comrades and let go of the lurking enemy?

So, the dagger stabbed out.