It's a good place, but it's a pity I had to slaughter a few people," turning from a murmur to a howl, Road Fighter roared, "Come to Daddy!"

With his nervous words, the prosthetic leg of his left hand let out a "bang" and the steel hook claw shot out.

Like a snake, the blade of the hook claw shone brightly, and it successfully grabbed the target at a strange angle.

"Damn it!"

One of the wolf cavalrymen of the Fezak family roared, he never thought that the claws that touched the ground could bounce back.

However, thanks to his quick reaction, he adjusted the pace of the wolf rider at the last minute, and let his mount take his place.

With his feet staggered, Fezak leaped off the wolf's back, and the sharktooth knife in his hand fell to the ground in his haste.

At this moment, the wolf who was grabbed by the front leg was dragged by the chain attached behind the hook and slid towards the road rage.

"Orc stupid dog," the boar man snorted, pulling the trigger with his left hand, and the unlucky wolf's head exploded.

After doing this, he was still not satisfied, and while there was still a round in the barrel, he raised his gun and fired at another target.

"Bang!"

This time, it was the Grey Dwarves who were recruited, and more precisely, the leader of the Grey Dwarves, Kazmuk.

Rao saw the road fighter raise his gun to aim, and Kazmuk raised his shield to block, but he still flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"Fight back, shoot back!"

The shield slammed into Kazmuk's face, breaking his front teeth, and he got up from the ground in a bruised and swollen face.

Seeing this, several other gray dwarves hurriedly put away the snickering on the corners of their mouths, pulled out their crossbows at their waists, and fired crossbow arrows filled with shock oil.

Unfortunately, their aiming skills are mediocre, and the Road Fighter is really far away, and the explosive crossbow bolts only hit a few gang members.

Mixed with the smell of brimstone and gunpowder, the hapless gang members splattered their stumps and charged with the help of the gray dwarves on the road rage.

"Daddy's looking for you!"

The boar man used the "pig rush" technique, and the speed exploded in a short time, and he rushed all the way straight into the gray dwarf's warband.

"Shit!"

"You bearded dwarf!"

"Hey, where are you touching your hands!"

Several gray dwarves who stood in front of the road rage were taken down by him, swearing and shouting all kinds of obscene gray dwarf slang.

But it didn't take long for them to run out of time.

Knocking down all the gray dwarves like bowling, Road Rage unleashed his butcher's knife, the sharp blade of his short gun sticking out of his hand.

Although he was of average height, he was better than having long enough arms, and with the help of hook claws, the gray dwarves were quickly injured.

"Die for me!"

With a hook claw, he pulled a shield through the blade of the short gun, and then opened a hole in the head of the gray dwarf hiding behind the shield.

"Whose men are you?" - Licking the white pulp off the tip of the knife, the road fighter asked viciously.

Until now, he still thought that the current conflict was due to the tricks of those guys he had provoked according to his plan.

Having received Bradge's ban, the grey dwarves naturally wouldn't tell him the truth, and they didn't feel like they were powerless to fight back.

"Use hob tactics to attack the next game!" Kazmuk picked up his pickaxe, thinking about the road rage before launching a second round of attack.

Not only that, but the orc, who had just been killed by Road Rage, also picked up his weapon and quietly touched it.

The Orc Wolf Rider of the Fezak family is certainly a war maniac, but for revenge, he is also willing to stab him in the back.

The orcs and gray dwarves successfully pinned down the road rage, and the Goliaths, who had been fighting the gang members head-on, were naturally not willing to fall behind.

With the sheer strength of the Stone Clan, they were almost unstoppable with their two-handed weapons, and gradually advanced to the center of the warehouse.

"What bastards, where are those Tieflins, where are the Warlocks and Mages, we need spell support!"

After entangling with the gray dwarf team and an orc for a long time, Road Fighter lost patience and pulled a small minion with his hook claw to ask questions.

He was also sick and rushed to the doctor.

I don't want to think about it, if a little minion knows the whereabouts of that group of people, why did that group of people make a special trip to him to form an alliance.

And because he was distracted during the questioning, Road Rage was unaware for a while, and was cut on the ankle by a gray dwarf who rolled behind him.

Even though he was protected by a layer of fat and did not hurt his Achilles tendon, he felt pain with every step he took, and his movements were affected.

The "hob tactic" succeeded, and the gray dwarves all had a sly smile on their faces, knowing that the enemy would not be able to hold out for long.

To speed up the process, Kazmuk sent all his men to rush forward, and he quietly slipped aside and pulled out his crossbow.

But when he pulled the bowstring, put the crossbow bolt, and was about to pull the trigger, an inexplicable voice came from his ears.

"You're not good at doing this, you like to start from behind...... That's usually what I do. ”

The person who spoke this sentence obviously had a very average grasp of the dwarven language, and the whole sentence was stumbling and without any momentum to speak of.

But Kazmuk shuddered instantly, his nose would not deceive him, and he smelled the smell of sulfur that was getting stronger and stronger.

"The gang here has something to do with some demons...... "Kazmuk immediately realized something, and tried to roll forward to dodge.

However, his speed was a little slower, and a golden lamp staff pierced through his body.

The armor didn't even protect him, and Kazmuk was pinned to the ground, howls of pain echoing through the warehouse.

Kazmuk alone is not the result -

Seven Tifflins, with two horns on their heads, dressed in chain mail, and an arrow like a tail behind them, suddenly appeared at the same time.

Along with Kazmuk, four gray dwarves, two orc wolf cavalry, and a bow-wielding female Goliath were killed instantly.

"You guys......" reinforcements appeared, and some tired road rage sat directly on the ground, but his mouth kept complaining.

However, the Tiflings didn't seem to care, and they fought back against the invaders with a uniform style of golden lamp staffs.

Compared to the average adventure party, these tiflings are more like an army, and they are both melee and spellcaster.

The xenomorph weapons in their hands had a hard, angular cage at the tip, and a raging flame burned inside.

Coupled with the fact that they can use advanced teleportation techniques at any time, the remaining orcs, Goliaths, and gray dwarves are immediately in a bitter battle.

If you are hit by an opponent's weapon, you will not only take blunt damage, but also be burned by the hot flames.

And if you don't dodge the fireball that may appear at any time, then the unlucky person who has been hit by the spell will explode to pieces with a "bang".

However, just when everyone thought that the battle was about to end, a figure suddenly appeared at the door of the warehouse.