"Those little dwarfs, they're really in full swing!" said the leader of the Goliath clan, Broken Bear, when he heard the sound of gunfire in the distance, he couldn't help but let out a sneer. The Leviathan-transformed warrior was then restored to his half-Goliath, half-mastodon form.

He stretched, and his two pillar-thick front legs slammed into the ground, an invisible shockwave radiating in all directions. The tall men under his command couldn't help but stop what they were doing to stay on their feet.

"I'm sorry. ”

Broken Bear Head said without any sincerity. Then, with a wave of his arm, he smashed the hammer into a steam war hammer the size of an adult, and slammed it into a stone load-bearing pillar beside him. Its immense strength, combined with the extra power given by the steam warhammer, directly smashed the granite load-bearing pillar that was about the waist thickness of an adult human waist into two.

Seeing this, the other Goliaths, polar bears, and camel warriors hurried out of the blubber candle factory. And just as they hurriedly evacuated, the three-story factory fell apart like a seaside sand castle destroyed by a naughty boy.

Gypsum boards, wooden wall panels, and fragments of stone slammed heavily on the ground, raising circles of dust. Fortunately, the goal of this operation has long been clear, and all the fighters in charge of the demolition work have carried labor protection supplies distributed by the Chamber of Commerce. Through the tempered glass goggles on the fully enclosed pig's mouth gas masks, they all looked in awe at the leader standing in the ruins.

"I didn't try it too hard, and this collapsed," Shattered Bear pouted, his loud voice low due to the oversized protective mask, "Obviously, this is definitely not the work of the Scales of Eternal Order." ”

......

"Smelly fellow," said Fezak, who was leading the team through the streets of the Slaughterhouse, when he heard the sound of demolition like hell roaring and fire, and immediately understood what was going on there. He stroked the back of his dire wolf companion's head under his crotch and soothed the old guy who was really startled, "Don't worry, we'll have a great hunt too." ”

Sure enough, at the same time as the second heavy cannon sound was heard in the distance, two wolf cavalrymen of their own family also ran in front of Fezak. With their excellent riding skills, they staggered their saddle pedals in an instant, and jumped off the back of the dire wolf with a slight jump. Then he circled around the ground twice, easily unloading the momentum of the fall, and at the same time crawling in front of Fezak.

"Father," said the two wolf horsemen, both of whom were descendants of Fezak, almost in unison, "the wolf cubs have found their victims who were killed by the raiders, and they have made a commotion and locked down where the raiders are at the moment. Ask the Father of War for permission for the wolf cavalry to collect the net, and I will ......" The two orc wolf riders glanced at each other hostilely, and Fezak understood the careful thinking of his sons, so naturally he rewarded them with a whip each," ...... The glory of hunting and robbing belongs to the entire Fezak family. ”

"And I am your chief," Fezak conceitedly concluded, "first, order all the wolf cavalry to prepare for the final reel. Second, order the Duchu warriors to surround that building and charge it first!"

The command is simple and straightforward, in line with the nature of the orcs. This war maniac knows how to use highly personal words to stir up the enthusiasm of the entire clan for battle. Fezak was also well aware of the covetousness of the chieftains. Not only is he always ready to shackle those rebellious young people to the ground, but he also has a mental construction for the future in which he will be replaced.

But so what? From the first day he became the head of the clan, he knew that this kind of challenge would come with him. Fezak was never intimidated by this, he was just a little worried about whether the little balls would learn half of his skills—not just the way of killing, but also the rule of the clan, loyalty and reverence for the strongest, and so on.

Therefore, he will not let go of every collective action, because that is the best classroom. Fezak wants to pass on as much of his survival wisdom as possible to the next successor. Of course, there is also a premise for this, those little muddy balls have to be smart enough.

"I hope so," said Fezak, looking at the two sons who turned away to gather up their men, and at the fight they thought they had gone undetected—striking each other with their elbows—Fezak shook his head, "Maybe there will be a few more." ”

The reverie only stopped for a moment, and soon slipped away from his mind. A full hundred dire wolves, along with the orc knights on their backs, quickly gathered together, and the Usang Duqi warriors, twice the size of the orc wolf cavalry, had also finished arraying. Fezak pulled out the long whip he was holding at his waist and struck a thunderbolt on the ground.

"In front of the target, the Duluo warrior launched a surge charge," the battle cry of the orc wolf rider soared into the sky, almost reaching the outside of the slaughtering dock, "There is no need to leave a living thing, as long as there are moving guys inside, they will all be cut down by me!"

Upon hearing the order, the more than 200 warriors immediately divided into more than twenty battle groups: each group walked in front with a large oar and a long sword, and the hall with a pheasant knife in the back, and each group also had four or five shooters with muskets.

Originally, in the U-sang's army, the Dowaki samurai were only regarded as consumables. In battle, the generals in command of the army would make them suicidal charges. Although these slave warriors fought bravely and tenaciously, due to a lack of equipment and training, they were greatly attritioned in each battle.

But now, even if they can't equip the scales of eternal order with the best armor weapons, the equipment on everyone's body is very different from before. Moreover, after training in surge charges, combat is no longer the inefficient mode of "life for life" that they used to have. They learned to cooperate, to attack the enemy layer by layer, like the waves of the sea.

The big oars opened the way, the long pheasant knife killed the enemy, and the musket was fired to suppress locally. On many occasions before, when it came to suppressing disobedient gangs that dared to build a private armed force in King's Landing, the Dufell warriors had only one wave to cut down their enemies to the ground. Among them were the bandits of Ramsay, as well as many merchant families who had emigrated from the U-Sangs.

They didn't feel much pressure until they actually faced the raiders. Everyone, including Fezak, thought that two hundred Dufall warriors were actually a bit of a bully when they launched a surge charge against a monster.

However, this is not the case.