"Roar!"

There are no words, or these frostmane trolls have lost the characteristics of a sapient race, and in the roar like beasts, more than a dozen trolls are the first to rush out of the fir forest, waving the thick wooden sticks in their hands, with only one goal: to smash all the dwarves and use them as food!

"Stand up your shields!"

Apparently the dwarves had a wise command, and although they could not see clearly under the heavy hair, the strong aura had given the dwarven warriors a strong faith, and they were close together, raising shields of different sizes and materials in their hands, some of which still had traces of being smashed, which were the scars left by the previous troll invasions. As with the previous ones, the dwarven warriors are confident that the troll attack will be in vain!

"Bell!"

The sound of the heavy wooden club and shield handing over echoed in the valley of Cold Ridge, although the height difference was huge, but the strength of the dwarven warrior was not inferior to the troll on the opposite side, and at the same time, the advantage in equipment and array gave the dwarven warrior an absolute advantage.

But as time passed, the number of Frostmane Trolls coming out of the fir forest was far greater than the Dwarven Command had anticipated, and hundreds of Frostmane Trolls howled and pounced on the defensive line formed by the Dwarven warriors, putting everyone under great pressure.

"Damn it!"

"How can there be so many?!"

Holding his shield aloft, Modimus fended off a Frostmane troll's wooden club, the force of the impact making him dwarf, but his steady center of gravity and short body kept him tenacious, and the other hand swept and swung the hammer, already breaking the troll's knee.

This is the experience of having fought several battles against the Frostmane Trolls, and like their relatives elsewhere, the Frostmane Trolls have an incredible ability to regenerate, and within a quarter of an hour, the severed arms can be replanted if they can coincide with the sections. Only by smashing bones and smashing joints can they use the Frostmane Trolls' regenerative abilities to cause themselves big problems with deformities.

Raise the shield again, this time two wooden sticks with a strong impact, although Modimus still resisted, but the mixed skeleton had already creaked in protest, barely swept out the war hammer, forcing away the frostmane trolls with the corners of the two-headed mouth, Modimus looked up, and the body of the troll was everywhere, and the figures of the dwarven warriors had been submerged in the troll group.

Modimus even saw several frostmane trolls hunched over and began to prepare to climb over the stone fence!

"Grelin!"

"The trolls are rushing in!"

Bow your head and raise your shield!

Shouting and charging, Modimus burst through a gap in the troll and rushed to the level in front of the small fortress, where the dwarven commander was. But the scene in front of him made Modimus feel a silent palpitation!

A razor-sharp two-handed greatsword pierced through the dwarven conductor's heirloom brass chain mail, the tip of the sword exiting the back of his heart, while the hilt of the two-handed sword was in the hands of an exceptionally strong Frostmane Troll, who was also equipped with a full set of troll-specific equipment.

Seeing a dwarven warrior rush onto the platform, the frostmane troll warrior grinned wide, revealing a mocking smile, and with a flick of his palm, the dwarven commander Grelinshan's still warm body was shaken off.

"Dan Moro belongs to the Frostmane Trolls, you stone heads should go back to the ground!"

"The victory of the expulsion of the dwarves begins with me, the ruthless Grecnier!"

Though with the characteristic trills of trolls, but in pure dwarven language, the frostmane troll, who called himself the ruthless Greknir, never looked at Greelin's corpse again, swung his greatsword and slashed at Modimus!

"Grelyn, Whitebeard is dead!"

"What should we do, there are too many trolls!"

"They've stormed the village!"

Although in the melee, the dwarven warriors still looked at the location of Grelin Whitebeard from time to time, and the death of Grelin Whitebeard at this moment made them even more exhausted in their already somewhat chaotic battle, and the few frostmane trolls that disappeared on the other side of the wall made them extremely uneasy!

Behind the walls, there is the dwarven village, where women, children, and old people hide in the depths of their semi-underground houses, waiting for the good news to return to a peaceful life, but once they are stormed by the trolls, they are reduced to food and sacrifice!

"Ahem, keep fighting!"

"I'll guard the wall!"

A hoarse voice with a cough came from within the walls, and with it several corpses of the Frostmane Trolls, unscathed, the only thing missing was their heads!

It was as if there was a terrifying beast inside, devouring their heads in one bite, and no matter how strong the regenerative ability was, it was impossible to prevent such an injury, and naturally all that was left was death.

"There are still people in there who can resist!"

"We have to persevere!"

"Everyone gather with me, don't fight, the battle formation is our advantage!"

Sideways dodging Grecnell's greatsword, Modimus once again rushed into the melee between the trolls and the dwarves, even Grelin Whitebeard died under the opponent's sword, Modimus did not have the confidence to defeat the opponent, and at the same time, the village behind the wall also had a defender, so the dwarven warriors outside must reorganize and repel the attack of the frostmane trolls!

"Flynn!"

"Stern!"

"Frank!"

Dwarven warrior after dwarf warrior rallied around Modimus, a small battle formation expanding among the Frostmane Trolls, causing casualties among the trolls, and any Frostmane Troll who climbed over the wall would be thrown out in a breath, and likewise, no head from their necks!

"Retreat!"

"Grab the loot and get out of here!"

"The god of crampons will protect the Frostmane Trolls!"

Compared with the thin and primitive kindred, the obviously cold Grecknir had a sharper vision and foresight, and when he saw that the battle situation was no longer in his favor, he immediately gave the order to retreat wisely, but in the retreat, he still single-handedly grabbed the corpse of Grelyn Whitebeard.

It was his trophy and his food.

For the Trolls, except for their own compatriots, any other beast and humanoid creature is in the same position, and that is food, and even in famine, they do not spare even the corpses of their dead kind, and this is the reason why Trolls are disgusted by all the intelligent races of Azeroth Big 6!

The trolls came and went like a tidal wave, leaving not a single corpse behind, and only half of the dwarven warriors who had originally numbered nearly a hundred survived, and the bodies of the dead were all swept away by the frostmane trolls!

With his shield shattered and his warhammer deformed, Modimus held the wounded Stern's thick arm beside him, and his teeth creaked as he watched the troll's retreat! )

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