The sound of killing in the gorge was shocking, and the dwarves facing the eagle's beak pass stretched their necks, they didn't expect that these old and weak women and children would be able to withstand the attack of the wolf cavalry, and they would also make the orc legion pay a lot of price.

The thirty-meter-high ice wall above the gorge and the wooden wall carried by the minotaurs below formed a solid barrier, and the wolf cavalry's ambition to quickly break through the line was ruthlessly powdered, and the powerful wolf cavalry regiment was blocked in its path, while the defensive front composed of old and weak women and children resisted stubbornly.

The dwarves were watching the battle with the mentality of watching the show, but at this time they couldn't help but be affected by the atmosphere of the battlefield. Marlowe and the others' rapid construction of defense, orderly attack, stubborn resistance, and fearless attitude of death, this is like a team of old and weak women and children, and the dwarves are not sure if they can do better. As a result, many dwarven warriors paid homage to this group of exiles.

Of course, the dwarves were even more envious of Marlowe's team of two white-robed ** masters, and many of them, who rarely had the opportunity to leave the Chariot Mountains, saw the white-robed mages participating in battle for the first time.

Dwarves are a race that rarely produces mages, taking the Chariot Mountain Dwarf Country as an example, the total population is nearly 150,000, but the number of mages does not exceed three digits, and the most powerful mages are only barely qualified to wear gray robes, General Johnny looked at the human mages who kept casting magic, and his heart was extremely envious.

"Why can't we dwarves have a white-robed ** master, alas......"

The two mages have become more and more handy, and the ball of light containing powerful magic power keeps flying into the gorge to thicken the ice wall, and the thickness of the ice wall has reached more than ten meters at this time, but the wolf cavalry did not notice this, they are still constantly attacking the defensive line.

Eventually, the defense line formed by the minotaur was loosened, and a gray-haired minotaur was stabbed several times by the wolf cavalry, and the blood gushed from the wound and stained his body, this minotaur was older than their leader, Bane Whitehoof, the passage of time and the hardships of life had already destroyed the old man, and at this moment he wanted to continue to fight for the people behind him, but his vision was blurred, and his body was becoming more and more weak.

"Quick, Uncle Tower can't hold on anymore!"

"Iron Tower" - this is the honorific name given by the White Hoof tribe to the old man of the Minotaur, because his body is as tall and strong as the iron tower, but unfortunately this old man can no longer be as indestructible as in the past.

A breach appeared in the Minotaur line, and the wolf cavalry broke through the line like bloodthirsty sharks, their axes mercilessly slashing at the crowd that was still struggling to support.

"All the children and women retreat!" Marlowe jumped high and cut down a wolf cavalryman. "Tighten the line, men plug these guys back!"

Paul also rushed over, the sword in his hand shone with the light of the scorching sun, and pierced the armor of the wolf cavalry at once, and the wolf turned his head to bite Paul's head in order to protect the rider on its body, and when the wolf's mouth was less than ten centimeters away from Paul, a huge shadow covered the wolf's vision, and then the huge totem pole smashed on the wolf's head.

The wolf was knocked down by this powerful force, and the sound of bones shattering sounded, and when the totem pole was taken away by Bane, the unlucky wolf was no longer breathing, its head could no longer see its original appearance, and the ground was white in addition to red blood.

"Humans, don't patronize those red-skinned orcs, the wolves beneath them can bring you death too. Bane Whitehoof kindly reminded.

Without waiting for Paul to thank him, Bane swung his totem pole and smashed the onrushing wolf cavalry down, and he struck it so hard and accurately that the orc and his mount were smashed into a mess before they could dodge.

"Marlowe be careful!" a wolf cavalry suddenly pounced on Marlowe's back from the side, and Paul could not immediately pass through the crowd to rescue, but could only warn loudly in shock and anger.

Swish!

Balanza burst out of nowhere, his notched scimitar slicing the wolf's neck from the bottom up, and then slicing the red-skinned orc in two.

Marlowe's back was drenched in blood, and he turned to find that it was Balanza who had saved him, and he was grateful: "Thanks, Balanza!"

"Don't talk nonsense, deal with these bastards well. "Balanza was once the most powerful warrior of the Bloodblade Tribe, and now at the age of sixty-seven, he is undiminished, and he is even crazier than the lad.

Not only the four of them are resisting at the front line, but the adults of the three tribes are trying their best to provide cover for the minotaurs, although this gorge is only about thirty meters wide, but if there is no defensive wall erected by the minotaurs, the red-skinned orcs riding wolves can directly attack the people of the three tribes, and Marlowe and these infantry will be in an extremely disadvantageous position in a face-to-face, one-on-two battle.

In order to implement the plan to freeze the ravine, Marlowe and the others gave up the tall Kodomon, which had no advantage at all in this canyon, on the contrary, the narrow ravine would restrict the activities of the Kodomon and reduce the mobility of their side.

The battle continued, and Johnny's strong army watched Marlowe and the others fight bloodily from afar, anxious and worried, and at the same time shocked by Marlowe's courage and persistence.

"Oh, it's finally a fight?" "His Majesty Thorin walked to the old general's side drunken at some point.

"Your Majesty, I hope you will agree to let me help those brave orcs. ”

Thorin pointed to the old dwarf's nose and laughed.

"My Mountain Shield, are you joking with me? This is a bet between me and them, do you want your King to lose face?"

General Johnny took a deep breath, a little difficult to decide. With the kingdom and the king he swore to protect, and the orcs he sympathized with and admired, he found himself unable to make the best choice for the first time.

"Look, you're still on my side, aren't you?" Thorin saw Johnny's expression and happily patted the old general on the shoulder. "My Excellency, let them fight to the death, let's just drink and wait for the results, if those red-skinned orcs win, we still have a few thousand warriors here!"

Johnny waved his hand, forced a smile to himself, and said, "I'm still here watching our warriors." ”

"Hey, you're just so stubborn and boring sometimes. Thorin drank the wine from his glass and turned and walked back to the barracks.

The warm blood melted the snow on the ground and softened the soil beneath Marlowe's feet, but the crazy wolf cavalry was still rushing through the gaps in the defensive line, the butcher knives in their hands were still waving wildly, and their wolves were still screaming bloodthirsty.

The battle continues!

(In the past few days, Aunt Dianniang has come, 50,000 words have been blocked, and the editor is not working, I am in a very bad mood and crying to death.) ）