Despite his impatience and verbal disdain for Henry, the dwarven warrior's first attack was extremely cautious.

With his left hand loosely gripping the spear and his more powerful right hand against the base of the pole, he leaned in a few steps and launched an attack on the sage's torso with great speed from the bottom to the top—a temptation, the strength and distance of the attack were so lacking that Henry had no intention of parrying, and only took a step back to avoid his attack.

The dwarven warrior's eyes sharpened through the gaps in the observation, and he cautiously redistanced himself.

He didn't even fight, but just a test like this, he already knew how much the tall northern swordsman standing in front of him was capable of.

Even if it's a temptation, the point-to-point attack of the spear thrust is still under this visibility. In other words, the average swordsman was afraid that he had begun to retreat in a panic and at the same time shook the sword in his hand to separate himself, but this person only judged the problem of his attack distance after just a little observation, and retreated leisurely to defuse his attack.

Neither psychological quality nor combat experience is below him.

'Trouble-' The dwarven warrior took the time to observe left and right, he wanted to break through and get out of here in the night, but the man in front of him would not let go. With that tentative blow just now, if the guy standing on the opposite side was a parallel merchant, and he hurriedly retreated because of this galloping shot, he would have flinched a sigh of relief and then accelerated the pace to carry out continuous attacks, and it was only a matter of time before the opponent was defeated and killed in a battle under his control.

And if such a guy who looks like a bird is killed, the morale of the others will be seriously damaged - that is the breakthrough for him to get out of this encirclement.

But at the moment, this guy is very experienced and his eyesight is also excellent, under the dim moonlight, he has perfectly judged his attack distance, the dodge action is just right, and his breathing is smooth and natural, but he can retreat and take a step to the range that the shot he stabbed out of reach.

The dwarven warrior who was wrapped in full-body armor under the helmet was sweating because of the heat, but he felt a little chill in his body.

The master has made a move, and he has read countless information between the details.

- I was seen through.

Although it was only a tentative attack just now, a person who could easily avoid the spear thrust of a dwarven warrior like this, Rao is a vast territory on the East Coast, and there are not more than a hundred swordsmen of this level.

He became more cautious, because of the asymmetry of information, the other party had already read out his attack distance, etc., and in contrast, because the northern swordsman was just hanging his sword and didn't even show the standard footwork, he just stood there relaxed.

People who are a little more inexperienced will feel that he is full of opportunities. But the dwarven warrior understood that this was because the opponent did not want to reveal his attacking intentions.

"—Is that the kind of calculation, human? He said this angrily through the helmet and armor urn, a little angry in his tone, but more helpless.

Don't put on a fighting start, don't take the initiative to attack, but lure yourself to shoot. On the one hand, as the number of dwarven warriors increased, Henry was also more able to read his action patterns and offensive skills, know himself and his opponent, and finally crack the defeat - this is one thing, and on the other hand, it is the difference in the weight of the two sides.

Henry, who was only wearing an 8-kilogram cuirass, would not have the same rate of physical exertion as a dwarven hoplite who was fully armed and wearing more than 30 kilograms of full-body armor, and the breathing interference caused by the visor's armor made the dwarf begin to feel the exhaled water vapor flowing backwards into his neck due to the hot weather.

Rao is known for his tenacity, and the physical strength of the dwarven warriors is not endless. Procrastination is something that opponents are happy to see, and every second that passes for him only gets worse and worse.

Dilemma. Lifting the visor would allow him to breathe better, but at the same time the human archers who were eyeing him had a weakness to target. In such a situation, he could not give up his defense, and the increased physical exertion of carrying the protection became a weakness that could be exploited in the face of such a cunning opponent.

Sad, with a little thought, he was already able to judge this.

But dwarves have never been known for being flexible, so it's no surprise that when confronted with such a dilemma, the choices he will make are not surprising.

"There is no slope that cannot be pushed, there is no mountain that cannot be dug through!" the proverb roared in the dwarven language as a signal to attack, and this time he rushed directly in front of Henry without stopping, and then stabbed the sage in the throat with all his might— Henry took a big stride back and retreated, and his whole body tilted backwards, but the swift blow and roar were just a false move of the dwarven warrior, and he had no hope of the effect of such a simple stabbing blow, which had already been dodged by the sage once.

The dwarven warrior then slid up the middle of the spear with both hands, then approached and crossed the weapon's pure metal end and struck Henry hard at the knee.

In the hands of the Battle Master, weapons are not limited to blades, every part can be used to kill the enemy -

——!!The end of the metal spear, which was comparable to a small blunt weapon, made intimate contact with the surface of Kramer's sword, and the blade of the greatsword shook completely, but it left no trace - in contrast, the end of the spear in the dwarven warrior's hand had an oxidized black fall.

"What kind of sword is this!?" The result of the collision between the blunt and sharp weapons was that everyone knew that the former would prevail, but this strange sword withstood the blunt blow of the metal barrel without bending or breaking.

The dwarf, who was confident in the metalwork and his arm strength, hesitated slightly, and it was at this moment of hesitation that Henry grabbed Kramer's blade with his bare hands, and while the other party had not retreated, he held the blade and swung a fierce blow with a counterweight ball and a gauntlet in front of him.

"Bang!!" The weight ball slammed into the helmet, sending out a burst of sparks that left a small dent at the top of the helmet, and the dizzy dwarven warrior only felt a ringing in his ears, and in order to avoid the sage getting closer, he instinctively stabbed his spear and pulled back the distance.

"Ahem—" The dwarven warrior who distanced himself again felt a wet touch on the top of his bearded lips, apparently bleeding from the thump. If it weren't for the heavier helmet made by the dwarves, I am afraid that the whole person would have been unconscious by now.

"What kind of reaction speed, strength, is this the strength of a human, it's like those murderous orcs. The dwarven warrior, who couldn't even wipe his nosebleeds under his visor, refocused in a cold sweat.

In line with the design of human armor, the dwarves themselves will not have any flat structure on the armor they wear. Both the helmet and the cuirass have a dome-like protrusion, and even a blunt object will slide away because of the unstressed plane when it hits the armor, so that it is impossible to concentrate all the force of the blow at one point - and under such unfavorable conditions, the man used the half-hung emergency blunt force to strike, and caused such a heavy blow.

Both the weapons and the strength are top-notch.

But because of that.

A raging fire suddenly erupted from the abdomen, and then rushed into the dwarven warrior's limbs with surging power.

This race is not known for its brilliant minds.

This race is not known for being sleek and fickle.

The others did not come forward.

The stubborn dwarf, as if he had encountered a solid rock formation while mining in the mountains, would never back down, but would only go further.

"Oh!!" "Bang!!" The dwarf was good at more than just smelting, his armor began to emit a faint magical glow, and then became lighter with the blessing of the wind and the rock.

"Bang-when-bang-" Henry finally opened his feet and made a more powerful start, and at this moment after six and a half minutes of the battle, the sage finally took a step away from where he stood.

Kramer, from the bottom up, struck the spear that stabbed him in the throat at a wide angle, and sparks sparked it outward, but the dwarven warrior was not disarmed because of this, but took advantage of the force of the sage's attack to release his hand and go around his body, grabbed the front half of the spear as a short sword, and stabbed it towards his thigh.

"Uh-h

"Bang-bang-bang-bang-" The dwarf's combo, which had fully displayed his attack range, was blocked by Heng with his broadsword, and Kramer's blade collided with the dwarf's spear, slicing a large black oxide layer. The dwarven warrior's face under the helmet and armor furrowed, but then he noticed the moonlight on the side of the two of them at the moment - the oxide layer was worn off, revealing a dazzling metal layer, and the dwarven warrior below rotated his gun decisively and accurately -

"Uhh

- It was still a false blow, and the two weapons were still intersecting, and the force exerted by his action could not be felt by Henry. That's exactly what the dwarven warrior gambled on—the sage could easily tell in the darkness that his attack range was clearly that of someone with very good eyesight, and that a warrior who excelled in one aspect often unconsciously relied on that sense.

Even the most experienced ones can fluctuate slightly when the senses they rely on the most are disturbed, and in this case, the dwarven warrior's attack using the place where the weapons of both sides are clashing will be like a beacon for the opponent in the chaos to subconsciously choose to deal with the blow.

And once the opponent chooses to respond to this attack, the dwarven warrior has a spear in his left hand, but his right hand has already drawn the scimitar at his waist.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, and the dwarven warrior used both false and real moves, and the scimitar in his right hand was close to his body, and the whole person struck straight towards the place where the femoral artery on the inner thigh of Henry was.

But just before he was about to get his hand, he suddenly felt a palpitation for no reason, and then Kankan stopped, let go of the spear, and at the same time pulled out the one-handed sword at his waist with his other hand, and "snapped" in front of him.

"Dangqiang ——!!" The spear made of metal fell to the ground.

The dwarven warrior who had redistanced himself from the "——!" understood the reason for his palpitations just now - where he rushed over, Henry held a dagger in one hand and pointed it horizontally at his face, the low visibility in the dim night and the tip of the dagger at eye level looked like a faint line, if he hadn't stopped just now, he would have crashed into his head and been stabbed directly into the eye by the dagger from the observation port.

"Holy!" the dwarf who raised his head again looked at Henry, who half-squinted, apparently closing his eyes so he was completely unaffected by the reflection when he had just used the reflection to interfere with his vision, and then quickly drew his dagger and waited for the dwarf who thought he had seized the opportunity to crash into his head.

"I say, you, are you really bloodless, tearless, and unshaken, and can close your eyes so decisively in the midst of such a battle—" The dwarven warrior said in a heavily accented Lamanite accent with his weapons in both hands, trembling with rage, while Henry remained silent.

"Whew-" An exhalation sound came from between Mira's mouth and nose.

It wasn't until the voice sounded that she and many others noticed that she couldn't help but hold her breath as she watched the fight.

From the tentative attack of the dwarven warrior to this moment, he abandoned the spear, but it was only a quarter of an hour (fifteen minutes) or so. And there were only a few confrontations between the two, but everyone felt like they had experienced a century war, and they were drenched in cold sweat.

"Ahh

The dwarven warrior raised his hands.

In desperation, he had already abandoned his spear, and with only two short soldiers of sixty or seventy centimeters, he could not compete with the sage with a big sword.

Despite wearing a heavy plate armor, the hair-raising attack alone was enough to prove it.

The man in front of him knew how to deal with heavily armored enemies, he wouldn't let go of those gaps, and without the safety of distance, he would only be easily killed.

"I surrender. The dwarven warrior clasped his hands behind his head and said in a deep voice.

"Do the people who killed us still expect to live!" the angry mercenary shouted loudly, but Stephen held him down and shook his head.

"A living dwarf is more valuable to us, especially if he doesn't seem loyal to those Southern mercenaries, and his message will help us a lot. ”

"Someone, take off his armor and tie him up. And we have to light the torches, and we're going to burn them all. ”