Dwarves, that's right, this is dwarves.
Outwardly, the dwarves all seem to look similar, as they all have sideburns and mustaches on their faces, making it difficult to see their faces.
Although they were covered in armor, their broad shoulders showed how thick the dwarves' bodies were.
There are only two types of weapons for the dwarves, one is a short-handled battle axe and the other is a short-handled warhammer.
The heavy-looking guy is obviously not comparable to the bear-man heavy infantry in terms of material.
At the head stood eight dwarves, and unlike other ordinary dwarves, their weapons were all double, and their bodies were extremely stout, and they even reached a height of about one meter six.
The first dwarf, the armor on his body was completely bright silver, and his beard was also the most distinctive, it turned out to be a fiery red color, and he looked majestic surrounded by other dwarves, and he was glaring at the golden Beamon Oliver.
That sentence was clearly what he said.
A pair of short-handled war hammers in the palm of the hand, the head of the hammer is in the shape of an eight-edged plum blossom, and it looks like a blood-drinking murder weapon.
Even though a height of 1.6 meters is quite good among dwarves, compared to the Golden Beamon who is seventeen meters away, the red-bearded dwarf is only one-tenth the height of Oliver.
Oliver laughed and looked at the dwarves in front of him with disdain, "Little man, it's funny to look at your three-inch hair.
I didn't expect humans to have such a mutation.
Haha, I'm laughing to death. ” The red-bearded dwarf's face was not visible because of his beard, but it could be seen from his eyes that seemed to breathe fire, and he was already angry at this point.
"General Oliver.
Shut up, please.
Montor didn't know when he had come to Oliver, stopping him from laughing at the dwarves.
In the orc army, if the equipment is quite well-equipped, I am afraid that there is only one person, the heavy armor of the whole body, wearing his body is nearly five meters tall The body of the huge bear man is majestic, and the long-handled war hammer in his hand is also much stronger than other bear people in terms of material.
A pair of crystal yellow eyes stared at the red-bearded dwarf led by the opposite side, and said, "Excuse me, are you the patriarch of the dwarf clan?"
The red-bearded dwarf didn't answer, and suddenly, with a roar of rage, leapt up from the spot.
No one expected his bounce to be so amazing, like a cannonball, rushing in the direction of Oliver, and every time he crossed a hill, his toes would use his strength on the hill, and he would trample countless marks on the rocky ground.
The orcs still underestimated the importance of dwarves in dignity.
Oliver roared, and instead of retreating, he rushed in the direction of the red-bearded dwarf.
When has the Behemoth ever feared a frontal attack from an enemy?
"Die."
The red-bearded dwarf took advantage of the last hill, his dwarf leaping high and the two huge silver hammers in his hands were like thunderbolts from the sky, and they smashed straight at the top of Oliver's head.
Not to mention, with his bounce and take-off position, he was just able to attack the head of Golden Beamon Oliver.
Oliver roared and met him, not in the slightest hint of dodging, his terrifying golden fists, each the size of half the body of a red-bearded dwarf, raised violently, and directly met his opponent's warhammer.
Boom, as if a thunderclap sounded on a sunny day, the huge roar was deafening.
The bodies of the bear-man hoplites couldn't help but shake.
The red-bearded dwarf's body bounced back faster than when he came, and in the midst of such a huge backlash, he still held his hammer tightly and did not let go.
Golden Bymon Oliver stood in place, his eyes shining with surprise.
He found that his hands were paralyzed, and his legs were knee-high in the rocks beneath his feet.
"Good power."
Oliver yelled, he couldn't understand why the red-bearded dwarf's short body had such strength.
The twin hammers that were like five thunderbolts just now almost couldn't even catch him.
After the numbness in his hands gradually disappeared, the severe pain had not been experienced by him for a long time.
The red-bearded dwarf flew backwards back to the original hill, and when his feet landed, he took a dozen steps backwards in succession, and with the help of his people, he was able to gain a foothold.
The people closest to him could clearly see that his hands were shaking.
Oliver was surprised, and the red-bearded dwarf was even more surprised.
You know, the dwarves have always had great strength, and he is the number one strong man among the dwarves.
Although he was not of great stature, he was only less than a hundred years old when he won the title of the first warrior among the dwarves, becoming the dwarf of the hills who led the warriors of the whole clan.
The lifespan of a dwarf is about five hundred years old, and a hundred-year-old dwarf is equivalent to a twenty-year-old youth of a human being.
The red-bearded dwarf had calmed down a lot at this time, and thought to himself that the golden bombon was worthy of the title of invincible in land warfare, and the war hammer in his hand had a power bonus effect, and it was the best weapon among the dwarves, but he still did not take any advantage from the golden beamon.
It seems that this battle is not optimistic for our own people.
Montor stopped Oliver, who was about to attack, and said in a deep voice, "Dwarves, please bring someone who can speak to me on your behalf. ” The red-bearded dwarf steadied the trembling of his hands and snorted angrily, "What else is there to talk about, I, the first warrior of the dwarf clan, Lutezi, are standing here, and if you have something to say, tell me."
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You vile, filthy orcs don't you want to encroach on our territory?
If it was the heyday of our dwarf race, you would dare to attack so blatantly."
Montor did not let the anger of the dwarf Rutez affect his emotions, and his huge five-meter-tall body stood there, no weaker in his momentum than the golden Beamon Oliver beside him.
"Dwarven warriors, we are not here to provoke war.
But there is one thing you need to understand first.
This is not the domain of your dwarves, but the sphere of influence of our orc Solomon tribe.
Presumably, you have lived in our area for many years.
As neighbors, we always have to say hello.
Warrior of Lutez, the chief of our tribe, the great King Solomon, wanted to cooperate with the nobles.
We can provide you with enough metal to keep you safe and live.
I just hope you'll be able to build weapons for us. ” Monto was very direct about the purpose of this time.
As a bearman, but also as the strongest commander of Fortress Solomon.
If he had faced other enemies at this time, he would have commanded a large army to launch an attack.
But now it's different.
Each of these dwarves in front of him is a forged powerhouse.
And the reason why orcs have not been able to compete with humans, a big reason is the gap in weapons, if you can get the help and support of the dwarves, this whole dwarf tribe, it won't take long for the Solomon tribe to become the first tribe of orcs, and even have the possibility of invading the human world.
"Hahahaha."
Rutz looked up to the sky and smiled, his laughter full of disdain, "You filthy, despicable orcs also want the help of the great dwarves, what did you just say, insulting our height?"
For the dwarves, this is the greatest humiliation.
Even if you fight to the last of your clansmen, we dwarves will never compromise with you. ” Montto still underestimated the dwarves' unbending surname, if it weren't for their own straightforwardness, the dwarves would not have fallen to the point where they are now, and they would have to quietly hide in the orc realm and survive secretly.
Years of hiding had already filled the hearts of these grumpy dwarves with the flames of battle, and even though they were facing enemies six or seven times their own number, they had no fear.
Under the strong declaration of war by Rutez, all the dwarven warriors did not hesitate to raise their weapons.
Monto frowned, King Adoni of Solomon gave him the task of cooperating with the dwarves as much as possible, and even if he did, he would capture as many dwarves as possible so that he could return to become the craftsman of the tribe.
"Lutez, do you want the dwarves to be destroyed because of your recklessness You can see clearly, standing in front of you at this time are 10,000 of the most elite bear-man heavy infantry of the Solomon tribe and 10,000 of the fastest elite wolf cavalry.
You don't even have a chance to escape.
What's more, there are ten strong people by my side to join, and with the invincible strength of land battles, how can you compete with them.
Since I'm here this time, I didn't plan to go back empty-handed.
Negotiate with your people, and don't let the dwarves be ruined in your hands. ” Pressed against the raging intent in his heart, Montto tried to get the dwarves to compromise.
But when he said that there was no chance of escape, all the dwarves were already boiling.
Although the dwarves are not tall in stature, their surnames are extremely proud, and since time immemorial, no dwarf has chosen to escape in battle.
Monto's words directly insulted the dignity of the dwarves, and the last sanity of these dwarves with extremely strong self-esteem has been buried in anger.
"Battle" Lutzi roared angrily in the sky, and the double hammer in his hand slammed on the top of his head, and a loud bang erupted.
"Battle, battle, battle" All the dwarves roared at the same time, waving the weapons in their hands, and three thousand dwarven elite warriors quickly found the best position and stood on top of the five highest hills in the center of this hilly area.
"What do you have to say to these dwarves.
Do it.
"Oliver's blood was already boiling in the collision with Lutez just now.
Can't wait to attack.
Although there are autumn battles every year, there are too few opportunities for Golden Beamon to fight.
Finally, he met an opponent of equal strength, and his hands were already itchy.
To be continued: