Thirty-eighth Hole Cards

The helicopter had detected the Greenskin's movement and reported it to Ashrufat. From an objective point of view, the green-skinned boss has a very good eye. The Avengers' ranged firepower is several times greater than that of ordinary dwarven armies, but correspondingly, their melee combat capabilities are also reduced to the limit. Although the dwarves dug trenches in front of the line to compensate for the lack of melee strength, as long as the battle can be put into hand-to-hand combat, then the greenskins will win the battle.

The trolls began to rush over. These large, ugly creatures were driven by some goblins and lunged towards the opposite side. Many Greenskins like to scatter trolls into normal Greenskins to increase the combat effectiveness of the Greenskins (especially goblins) phalanx, but the Ironskinned Boss is a forward-looking boss. He creatively used the trolls as separate assault troops to break through enemy infantry lines head-on. This concentrated combat method has repeatedly performed miraculous feats, and the iron boss has won several key battles. Trolls, in particular, have a strong recovery ability that allows them to absorb a lot of damage and provide excellent cover for their allies.

This time, the Iron Boss used this trick again.

As the Ironhide Boss had expected, the trolls were able to rush forward without any long-range fire, as the cannon fire was all used to block the other side. Upon coming within range of the muskets, the dwarves immediately realized what the consequences would be for these behemoths to join the battle. In the next moment, a dense rain of bullets swept towards the trolls.

The barrage of bullets knocked down a small number of goblins mixed with trolls. But for trolls, this attack is far from deadly. The regenerative power of this creature is amazing, and even if their bodies are beaten into honeycombs, they will not necessarily die. Often, a troll is knocked to the ground by the force of a bullet, only to get back up after a while. Their yellow eyes swirled wildly at their stupid heads, and they continued to charge at the dwarven position.

And the goblins, clad in dirty leather armor, poured out from behind the trolls in droves, swarming forward like rats, their wicked daggers glinting in their hands.

In a short time, all the musket fire was attracted to goblins and trolls. Few musketeers had time to pay attention to the other greenskins rushing through the spurs. But the front-line infantry still noticed the bows and arrows in the hands of the greenskins.

"Raise your shield!" the voice of the Great Foundry Ashrufat, resounded across the battlefield.

Mante 61 Bergman raised his shield with all his warriors and quickly and neatly raised it above his head to cover his body. A rain of arrows rained down like a dark cloud, heading straight for the dwarves' front line.

This battle speaks volumes about the absolute difference in the handicraft of the two warring sides. The green-skinned bows were crudely made, the archers' shooting skills were poor, and the arrows themselves were made in a mess. Most of the arrows didn't hit the target at all, and landed a short distance in front of the dwarven front. Instead, they shot some of the skirmishers who were feverishly charging towards the dwarven line. Only a few arrows hit their targets, but they either scratched the shield or scraped harmlessly on the armor. None of the dwarves were injured in this round of shooting.

"Dragon Terminator!Target: Troll!Shoot!"

New ballistas began to fire. The accuracy of such a ballista has already been proven in battle. With the vibration of the huge bowstring, several of the trolls rushing in front of them were shot through by the giant arrows and pinned to the ground. The giant arrow remained firmly in the troll's body, making it impossible for the biodeformed regenerative ability to work.

"Master, they're going to use magic. In Ashrufat's mind, Carrie's warning sounded. But at this time, the battlefield was chaotic, and it was impossible to find out where the shaman was. Even if they did, the dwarves wouldn't have the strength to attack them.

The Ironhide watched with satisfaction as his troops progressed. Although the bullets and ballistas temporarily suppressed the charge of the trolls and goblins, the real main force, the orc boys, and arrived at their intended position without taking any damage. The shamans had also come to a temporarily neglected position in the center of the battlefield, and under the cover of the smoke of gunpowder, the group of shamans had begun to cast spells, and they twisted their bodies to dance the ancient sacrificial dance, which was dedicated to Brother Gang and Brother Mao, and the bright green light was already enveloping them.

As soon as it was too late, with one magical scream after another, the bright green light began to detach from the shaman's body and fly into the sky, forming a ball of light. At the moment when the ball of light exploded and shattered, a sharp and terrifying horn sound sounded in the sky, and this sound turned into a terrifying scream that seemed to come from the sky.

“WAAAGH!!!!!”

All the Greenskins couldn't help but respond to this call from the depths of their souls, their war instincts awakened in an instant, and the frenzy of battle and murder overwhelmed all reason and fear.

The dwarven cannons still blocked the way, overwhelming the greenskins with a dense rain of bullets. But now, those greenskins who had been frightened by the explosion and death had entered a state of mad abnormality, their nerves burning with frenzied flames, their eyes flashing with a madly dazzling green light. The greenskins rushed into the hail of bullets in desperation, surging along the cannonball-covered death passage.

The cannons roared, and the cannonballs whistled down from the sky, exploding in the clusters of green creatures like a boulder crashing into the water, and the remains of the greenskins and greenskins flew everywhere with each explosion. But death didn't stop Greenskin in the slightest. The greenskins—even the most cowardly goblins—did not hesitate to step over the corpses of their companions, without a moment's hesitation or pause. Now all that was left in their minds was the frenzy of battle, and the only thing they saw in their eyes was their old enemy in the front line.

Ashrufat raised his sword. "Shield forward, ready to meet the enemy!" he already knew that whether he could withstand this wave of attacks would determine the outcome of this battle and the fate of the entire dwarven legion.

"Master, we should get out of the front line......" Carrie suggested weakly in her mind.

The dwarven warriors immediately placed their shields in front of them, facing the direction of the enemy's charge, and stood side by side in a dense formation, forming a line of flesh and steel.

A large strand of green skins rushed up. In the frenzy of war created by magic, they even ignore the terrible trench beneath their feet. The hordes of greenskins rushed straight at them, fell into the trench, and were pierced by the stakes like skewers, and let out a cry of dying pain.

Some of the more lethal greenskins were not stabbed to death. They struggled to break free from the stake, and then tried to climb up the stump. The frenzy of magic still dominates their sanity, causing them to try to attack the dwarven warriors above them in this situation. The effort was pointless, though, as the dwarves waved their weapons and easily slashed open the greenskinned heads that crept up. At Ashrufat's side, the Hammer warriors on the front line smashed the futilely struggling green skins in a steady rhythm, smashing every green head that poked out of the trench like a watermelon

The Bow Boys shot a second wave of arrows. However, the effect is no different from before. No dwarves were killed, on the contrary, there were quite a few green skins who were killed by arrows in their backs.

The trolls finally approached. Bullets could barely destroy these monsters, but they wiped out the goblins that trailed them. The Dragon Terminator has eliminated a small number of trolls, but there are still a significant number of them. The trolls also have a good angle of attack - the goblins skillfully guide the big men through the squint to attack them, so that they are completely out of the way of the other greenskins.

An army rushed out of the dwarven line and met the combination of trolls and goblins head-on.

The dwarven army was small in number, but each of them was dressed similarly: none of them wore any armor, only tattoos covering their entire body skin, their hair was shaved in half, and the rest was dyed a vivid orange along with their beards. These were the butcher warriors, and the Grand Foundry Naragrim was the first to rush down.

"Dragon Terminator! target troll, don't bother with anything else!" Ashruphat said in time for his own order.

In the blink of an eye, the butchers were fighting the troll goblins with the fire support of the dragon terminator. It was a real scuffle. In a gray and green figure, the red hair stood out like a burning flame. The goblins are no match for the butcher at all, and these weak green skins are like a pile of green weeds waiting to be cleared in front of the butcher without the protection of the formation, and they are not a threat at all. Each butcher easily cut down a large number of goblins in their way, and the ghosts cried wolf one after another.

But trolls aren't so easy to deal with. These stupid but brutal creatures wield crude mallets with incredible force, and even the best of dwarven warriors in the best armor will instantly turn to powder when hit by a troll's head-on. However, the butchers wore no armor, which allowed them to nimbly avoid the trolls' heavy but clumsy blows. Each butcher is equipped with rune battle axes, and a large portion of these magic battle axes are specifically designed to target trolls to suppress their powerful regenerative abilities. After being slashed by this runic battle axe, the troll's recovery ability is temporarily disabled. Other butchers piggyback on fire pots made of clay. When these canisters are thrown at the troll's massive body, the canisters will burst into pieces, and the oil filled in the canisters will ignite in the explosion, sticking to the troll's body and burning. Flames also prevent the regeneration of the troll's flesh.

Ashruphat heard the battle roar of the Grand Forgeer Naragrim. He watched as the master trampled a burning troll under his feet and decapitated the beast with his rune battle axe.

But Ashrufat didn't have much time to care about that. Because the dwarves' thin front was about to face its toughest test, the Bow Boys fired the last rain of arrows, and then split up to let the larger and more fanatical follow-up force pass. The musketeers knocked out hundreds of greenskins in a volley, but nothing stopped the greenskins from charging the dwarves.

"Okay, we've won!" the Iron Boss, who was watching the battle from afar, saw this scene and let out a shout. He knew that the situation had been decided, and that the number of melee troops of the dwarves was too small to seem to be able to stop the charge of the greenskins—in fact, it didn't matter. Anyway, they will also shed their blood in a long melee that lasts for a long time.

The Tin Boss suddenly felt that something was not right, and then he realized that the subordinates around him didn't take advantage of it...... But he immediately understood what it was for. Behind him, an army has quietly appeared.