Dwarves, fight!

Bravely, fight!

The great god of war is watching you!

The family behind you is watching you!

Cowardice will make the ancestors spit!

Heroic dwarves are fearless!

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Lei Ming understands the dwarven language, he can understand the meaning of the dwarf war song, it is precisely because he understands, so he feels sad, the dwarf is also a weak race, because the god of war they believe in has already fallen.

The brave dwarves stepped forward with neat steps, shielded, swung and struck, and then died of exhaustion, the dwarven line kept retreating, and in front of them, tall corpses had been piled up, and their boots were trampled on the blood, making a sound of "empty boom, empty boom".

"Front row, back row, second row, top!" Qi Lin commanded three rows of bloodline warriors to take turns to fight in order to recover their fighting spirit and strength, and they stood on the edge of the dwarven line, sharing some of the pressure for the dwarves.

Lei Ming stood next to the three rows of bloodline warriors, stabbing out his spear without moving, he was conserving his strength, he felt that these young bloodline warriors had begun to get tired, their poor fighting skills had caused them to leave some wounds on their bodies more or less, these wounds were constantly eating away at their physical strength, and now they were completely relying on their blood to fight, if there was any major change, Lei Ming would take them out, he couldn't let these bloodline warriors all lose here.

"Huh?" On top of another rat man's phalanx, Lei Ming's eyes suddenly stared, he couldn't remember how many phalanxes these rat people had changed to attack, he only knew that many dwarves around him were already women, and the young bloodline warriors were about to reach their limit, and Lei Ming was keenly aware that this phalanx was different from the previous one, the fur color of these rat men was more shiny, and there were some golden hairs on the top of their heads.

"It's not good, these rat people already have the strength of a first-class professional!"

Lei Ming stood in front of the bloodline warriors, very dignified, this phalanx is not big, only five or six hundred people, but even ten or two thousand people in the phalanx can not withstand such a phalanx, no matter how strong the bloodline warriors are, they can withstand three such ratmen, as long as these ratmen are pressed, they can swallow all the bloodline warriors and dwarves, these are the elites of the rat people, if it is not for the war, they will not be sent.

At the same time, the dwarves' bells stopped, and the dwarf who rang the bell had already left the castle, and a group of dwarves completely wrapped in iron cans appeared on the five drawbridges at the same time, all of them holding war hammers, and when they walked, they made a "clang, clang" sound, and the silver-white armor was so dazzling in the dark.

These underground races are so pathetic, even if they are weak dwarves, there are more than a hundred professionals, and Thundering, after using the secret method, forcibly promoted twenty-one bloodline warriors, but they can only snatch limited resources in the dark underground, without the protection of the gods, even if there are so many warriors, they can only be consumed in the civil war.

But Thunder has no sympathy, the stubbornness of the dwarves and the capriciousness of the rat people are the root cause of all this, all the paths are chosen by themselves, and when you set foot on the battlefield, you have to put life and death aside from the right and wrong.

The dwarven tin cans were already running, and the surviving dwarven warriors were making way for them, and this charge was almost a life-and-death battle for the race.

"Follow me!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lei Ming stepped on the corpse with a spear in his hand and walked towards the rat-man phalanx running on the opposite side, he plunged into the phalanx, the spear came out like a dragon, splitting a bloody path!

The bloodline warriors who followed behind Thunder Ming had also realized that it was time to fight hard, no longer retaining their physical strength, wielding the sharp sword forged by the dwarves with fighting spirit, and biting Thunder's footsteps tightly, only by following Thunder could they have a greater chance of survival, and Thunder also needed them to follow to relieve their worries.

Bloody Grip!

After killing a dozen nezumi, Lei Ming felt that he had fallen into a mud, these nezumi were also equipped with sharp weapons, although they did not have armor, but they should not be underestimated, and at the moment of danger, Lei Ming had to use the blood knight's level 3 skills.

A blood-colored big hand condensed out of thin air, appearing on Lei Ming's side, and a rat man who rushed towards Lei Ming was held by this big hand, and then instantly tightened, and this rat man was pinched and exploded!

Powerful! Level 3 blood warriors already have the strength to crush these rat warriors, only when they fall into the encirclement of Thunder will there be danger, he killed all directions in the rat man's phalanx with a spear, killing blood and blood, a large amount of blood was sucked into the blood spear, but it is a pity that these rat men are too low-level, Thunder will be upgraded to level 4 If you rely on the blood spear to suck blood to upgrade, you will have to kill five thousand.

The fighting energy in Lei Ming's body, who was encircled, had already been emptied, and he relied on the characteristics of the blood knight to maintain his fighting energy, and the bloodline warriors behind him were exhausted when they ran out of fighting energy, and three of them were seriously injured, one of them had lost his arm, if it weren't for his frequent use of the skill of bloody grip, they wouldn't even be able to save their lives.

But the bravery of the thunder finally worked, and the dwarves had no way to retreat, and the battle was completely deadly, and the nezumi who had the advantage in numbers were being forced to retreat.

"Not good!" Suddenly an angry gaze converged on Thundering's body, Thunder instinctively felt that something was wrong, and the bloody grip was used on him, releasing a large, blood-colored hand in front of him.

A golden-covered rat-man slashed at Lei Ming from a long distance, Lei Ming only felt that he was hit in the chest by a huge force, and a mouthful of blood spit out in front of him, and the whole person flew backwards, and the four bloodline warriors closest to him were shattered under a single blow.

The rat-man took a deep look at the thunder that had fallen, and led his troops back like a tidal wave.

Lei Ming saw the fate of the four bloodline warriors when he fell, his eyes were bloodshot, he was furious, and he vomited another mouthful of blood and passed out.

This result, he thought about it when he stood on the platform, he would inevitably be hated if he got involved in the race war, and the leader of the nezumi would definitely retaliate, he was already mentally prepared when he decided to help the dwarves, and even thought about the consequences of his own death, but when he saw the young man of the guard who was loyal to him died tragically in front of him, he still felt that there was a beast in his heart that wanted to choose someone to eat!

With strength, you must kill! This was Lei Ming's last thought before he fell unconscious.

The dwarf who rang the bell also struck after Thunder fell unconscious, and he suddenly appeared in front of the bloodline warriors, killing all the nezumi who had not had time to retreat, and also avoiding further casualties among the bloodline warriors who had come to help.

The crisis receded, and the bloodline soldiers who had experienced a life-and-death battle were still a little dizzy, their legs were weak, and their arms felt soreness.

"Lord Lord!" Qi Lin suddenly remembered the thunder that was knocked away, and immediately rushed to the front of Lei Ming, stretched out his trembling fingers and found that Lei Ming still had breath, and breathed a sigh of relief, in his opinion, even if all the people in their garrison died, it would be no problem, as long as Lei Ming would give more mercy to their families for the sake of their brave killing, but once Lei Ming died, it would be impossible to clean up.

The phalanx of the rat people was a little chaotic and hidden in the darkness, and the leader of the dwarves who rang the bell looked at the darkness and sighed helplessly, next time, can you still hold it?

In the distance, a convoy slowly approached this battlefield, those dwarves only cared about the corpses of the clansmen, but they ignored the convoy, Qi Lin felt a little strange, and then saw a tall figure gradually revealed in the dark, a faint light shone down, the tall figure was covered with red and black hair, his chest and back were draped with two large iron plates, on his shoulders, there was a short figure, the small body was wearing luxurious clothes, the exposed skin was green, and a pair of eyes were still frighteningly bright in the dark。

If Lei Ming was sober, he would recognize at a glance that this was a goblin merchant, probably receiving some rumors, waiting in the distance in advance, waiting for the war to be rich.

The goblin merchant was very disciplined, and the convoy was parked at the edge of the battlefield, waiting for the dwarves to clean up the battlefield, his convoy was full of food, ale, bandages, and, of course, small chests loaded with gold and silver tyler, and a large number of weapons and shields were left on the battlefield, and the dwarven casting process was quite sought after, so many weapons as long as he brought them back and repaired them, he could make a lot of money.

Qi Lin silently led people to collect the corpse of the sacrificed brother, and the young man with the broken arm also silently picked up his arm, they experienced an unimaginable battle in the past, and the feeling after the war was not that they wanted to vomit with the breath of Wenqing, but they felt regret and self-blame, but it was a pity that their strength was not enough, otherwise there would be no brother sacrifice, and even the safety of the lord could not be protected.

The leader of the dwarves was not the kind of stubborn person, he was grateful, he was not very able to express his gratitude, let Chilin and them enter the fortress to rest and heal, and let the dwarves who knew how to heal first clean their wounds and re-bandage them.

All the dwarves retreated to the fortress, and the goblin merchant squinted and muttered a command, and then a large number of tall bear goblins poured out of the convoy, as well as many green-skinned goblins, who moved everything in sight along the battlefield, whether it was weapons or corpses.

The eyes of these goblins are shining, and under the supervision of the richly dressed goblin merchant, none of them dare to hide their secrets, the best shields and weapons made of steel are sold for money, and some tattered equipment is given to his subordinates, as for those corpses, it would be wrong to guess that they will be transported out and burned or buried, these greedy goblins will make the corpses of the nezumi into jerky!