Saruman's re-strengthened biochemical army stood on the earth, and all the elves and humans stared at them in fear.

Flesh and blood are like flowers, which will eventually wither, and with the help of the T-virus, a forbidden product that twists and transforms life, anyone who resists will surrender.

The rattling copper bullets could only leave a shallow white mark on the flesh and armor of the strong orcs, and they could not go any further, and the strong orcs or lickers who were hit just indifferently and calmly withheld the bullets and continued the efficient and ruthless killing.

As for the abomination .... The monster that was more than three meters tall could even withstand the attack of the machine gun turret, and easily crush the skull of an elven soldier with a palm the size of a fan.

"Like I said, they're just holding back. ”

Saruman commented lightly, and quietly put on his robe, covering the exaggerated muscles all over his body.

Anduin raised his eyebrows, looked into the distance, and chuckled, "Not necessarily. ”

Perhaps it was the goddess of fate who made a very bad joke on Saruman, and just when the white-robed mage was in high spirits and scolded Fang Xuan to destroy all the rebels in one go, an accident came.

In the distance, in the mountains shrouded in dense forests, a dazzling fire suddenly flashed.

With the sound of a thin breaking of the sky, a small black dot drew a beautiful parabola in the sky and flew towards the battlefield.

It was a weapon called a howitzer.

The formula of gravitational acceleration is loaded onto the cannonball, and the gunpowder in it vividly plays out a tragic comedy called "Nobel teaches you to be a bomber".

The sparks in the mountains were bursting, and the continuous sound of artillery came and went, and the tearful Saruman could only watch his biochemical army being gradually eroded from the corners, and without even splashing, it turned into a puddle of coke and minced meat.

"What's going on?" Saruman opened his mouth and said stunned, "What's going on?"

His question was answered immediately, and he saw countless dark green three-wheeled motorcycles with shining headlights speeding down the mountain, and on them sat dwarves of small stature who looked like winter melons.

"Haha, long-eared, your dwarven uncles are here to save you!"

A dwarven soldier with a beard braided into pigtails sat in the frame of a motorcycle and pulled out a strangely shaped cylindrical object from behind him.

The orc soldiers at the foot of the mountain have been awakened to the T-virus response process in their bodies, and now they have turned into killing weapons equipped with flesh and blood armor, and when they see intelligent beings rushing towards them, they roar and pounce forward, ready to tear the dwarf to pieces.

"Good time!"

The dwarven soldier laughed, unhurriedly loaded the cylinder with thick and thin ammunition in the front and thin in the back, and took aim slowly, shouting loudly, "Eat me big R-P-G!"

The individual light rocket ignited the scorching tail flame, leaving only a chaotic afterimage on the retina of the strong orc, and then it exploded in an instant, enveloping the victim with scorching heat.

The huge impact force directly lifted a layer of dirt, and the other strong orcs around wanted to get up, but found that they were either missing a leg or a buttocks, and could only fall in place in decadence.

"What the hell is this, what the hell is this?"

Saruman watched in amazement as the dwarven soldiers held RPG gods to block and kill gods, and Buddha to block and kill Buddhas, and they couldn't even stop the hatred for a moment before they were engulfed in artillery fire.

The dwarven officers who had been trained in Rivendell had already organized a new army of dwarves, all of them pursuing a multi-riveting dogmatism, with RPGs in their left hands and iron fist anti-tank infantry guns in their right hands, and they were mad at the strong orcs.

The smoke and dust were filled, the artillery fire was noisy, and the Ethiopian soil covered the sky and the sun, and the Saruman army, which had just been invincible, was trembling like a quail at the moment, and did nothing.

"Mother, this is different from what I imagined, Mr. Anduin. Saruman really wanted to cry without tears, and said bitterly: "What kind of trouble is this, what about the crushing that is good?

Anduin spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me about this question, I'm only responsible for selling things." A qualified arms dealer should sell two goods, and everything I do is endorsed by the Interstellar Federation Law and Order and Arms Trafficking Regulations. ”

Wrong, arms dealers are not a prohibited industry in the entire Interstellar Federation, as long as a business license is obtained, a three-year-old child can still buy and sell guns and ammunition, and even if there is a relevant certificate, it is not a problem to run to a planet where birds don't and life is extinct to detonate a few big mushrooms.

But to be honest, Anduin didn't expect that these dwarves who looked honest and straightforward could make up such a strange army, and no one in the whole army used firearms, but everyone had an RPG, bombing everywhere, looking like a postmodern decadent rampant.

After the trike legion of the Grey Mountain Dwarves entered the battlefield, the situation changed again,

On the one hand, the elves and the humans of Gondor are in a precarious situation by the orc legions, and the dwarven artillery is shelling in the distance, and the RPG army is struggling to open a direct passage to the allies to save the elven humans.

The scene is chaotic, the situation is so complicated, like a naughty boy muddying up a palette.

"It's a dwarf, a gray mountain dwarf!"

Groffindel smiled haggardly and said to the soldiers beside him, "I can't imagine that we, who have long ears, really hope to be saved by those earthwigs one day." ”

"Who do you say is Tufuzi?"

Groyin, the old dwarf who had participated in the Lingu Conference, casually shot an iron fist missile, smashed the head of a licker, and yelled at Glover Dale in the distance on the battlefield of flesh and blood: "Lao Tzu kindly brought someone to save you, and that's how you slandered us?"

Groffindale didn't expect the dwarf to hear so well, so he had to shout at the top of his throat and apologize, "My fault, my fault." ”

Hearing the above conversation, the corners of Saruman's eyes twitched, the battle situation in front of him was scorching, and he couldn't defeat the enemy, he only felt that he couldn't raise his head in front of the goblin merchant,

Saruman clenched the staff in his hand, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Damn, it doesn't matter, one pair is dry, and three are also fighting."

As long as I win this time and get enough meat, I will still be able to create another army of T-virus biochemicals.

All the orcs, abominations, lickers, don't care about casualties, go all, drown them. ”

With his order, the biochemical army no longer hesitated, and set off another round of offensive like a raging wave.