Lord Roar

Chapter 251 Advance Three Hundred Yards

Orpheus has long since lost the expression of joy and sadness in the past. He rushed to Langningt who was also stunned, and rudely pulled off the temple paladin badge on Langningt's chest. The front part of the badge is aimed at the battlefield outside the city gate.

It was a magic item with a short-term recording function similar to the revenge necklace.

"At an elevation angle of [-] degrees, fire bombs are ready." De Niro raised his right fist again, like a general with thousands of troops under his command, looking at the purgatory-like battlefield not far away, expressionless.

De Niro, who was expressionless, was so nervous that his back was covered with sweat. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed that Allen was looking at him, so he had to pretend to be calm and give orders.

The second row of dwarves stuffed the long sticks in their arms into the black cylinder of the first row of dwarves.

De Niro's arm swung down again.

Fifty Molotov cocktails with alcohol bottles were fired again.

"Elevation angle is [-] degrees, fire bombs are ready." De Niro raised his right fist again, looking at the square formation full of gunpowder smoke and screams outside the Fort of Holy Light.

One hundred Hammer Castle dwarves fired three waves of flame bombs in less than ten breaths, a total of 150.

The phalanx of pig warriors outside the Fort of Holy Light has long since ceased to exist, replaced by a wall of flames with a width of 30 meters and a length of nearly [-] meters.

The flames of the high-purity alcohol burnt the surrounding oxygen to the limit, and the dry land was burned into black fine sand.

Inside the wall of fire, you can vaguely see some piggies dancing with flames all over their bodies. They seem to be dancing happily in the flames. The pictures are funny but chilling, because the flames cut off the oxygen. , also isolated the sound, of course, maybe the flame burned their vocal cords.

The pig fighters surrounded by flames tried to rush out of the wall built by the flames, but in the end they collapsed powerlessly to the ground and turned into charred corpses.

The speed of the dwarves was very fast. When the first wave of flame bombs ignited, the wolf cavalry stepped and sat on the giant wolf in horror.

Before the rescue of those poor Pig soldiers, the second wave of flame bombs had already struck, and cruelly cut an insurmountable gap between the Pig fighters and their wolf cavalry phalanx with flames.

The wolf cavalry were about to tear their eyes apart, because they could only watch the Piggy fighters sinking into the flames but could do nothing.

Like two worlds, life is at the end of the flame, and death is at the other end of the flame.

The living side can't get through, and the dead side can't get out.

And when the third wave of flame bombs hit, the exuberant flames completely blocked their sight.

The wolf cavalry turned their wolf heads and ran away. They didn't want to follow in the footsteps of the pigs.

Janna, who was standing next to Alan, squinted her eyes to see the flames getting smaller, and said slightly: "The expected killing range is 150 horizontally and 320 vertically, the actual killing range is [-] horizontally and [-] vertically, and consumes [-] fire bombs. Comparable to the flames burning the city of the instructor class of the fire department, there were a total of [-] fighters in the piggy phalanx, and all of them died."

Allen nodded, trying to look for Mnirio across the flames.

Janna saw that Alan did not comment, and asked again: "After the flames went out, did the soldiers advance three hundred yards?"

"Yes, hurt them, let the so-called handsome Beamon No. 1 know how to write the word pain." Allen rubbed his teeth, and the indomitable figure in his mind lingered for a long time.

The fire magician named Nava in the city wall put the magic scroll back into his arms with dull eyes.

His companion magicians are not much better, you look at me, I look at you.

Hathaway ran to Thackeray like a crazy old hen, grabbed his neck and asked, "What was that just now? The fire spell released by the dwarves? Or even magic spell?"

Thackeray smiled wryly, it's okay for you to let these short guys drink up a pool of wine together, and how about fucking magic?You ask them if they can write the word magic?

He waved his hand innocently. He knew that those flame bombs were made of incendiary bottles, but he didn't dare to talk too much. After all, these belonged to the secrets of the Bloodhoof Camp. Allen trusted him unconditionally, and it was even more impossible for him to have To violate the code of chivalry is to betray the trust of others.

But it's useless even if Hathaway knows it. After all, the method of alcohol extraction is in the hands of Allen and De Niro, and it's useless to know the manufacturing process.

Looking at the charred corpses outside the city wall, Thackeray didn't blame Hathaway for being so out of control, because he was also frightened. He didn't expect those small bottles to be so powerful.

Besides the two of them, even the holy son Orpheus was equally astonished.

He had never heard of any substance that could burn for such a long time, and even explode after a violent collision.

Those dwarves kneeling on the ground with short stature and funny looks were able to shoot out one after another like the single target attack spell of a fire mage.

There is no magic power fluctuation of the fire element in the space, but the row of still burning fire walls has harvested hundreds of creatures.

Is this the bloodhoof tribe's trump card?Did they dare to challenge Beamon because of this?
Using physical attacks to cause damage similar to magic?
"Weiwei!" The old housekeeper Du Fu gave Hathaway a reproachful look, and said lightly, "Don't make any trouble."

Thackeray glanced at his uncle gratefully, quickly ran behind the Great Babylon, and pulled out two new broadswords made by the dwarves from behind.

"What is Xiao Lei going to do?" Hathaway looked anxiously at the old Du Fu.

"He's a fighter, and a fighter fights."

Hathaway hurriedly wanted to run out to stop her, but Old Duff grabbed her arm.

"Uncle, isn't Xiaolei going to die? There are so many Behemoth fighters outside, why don't you stop him?"

Hathaway wanted to go to Allen to intercede with Thackeray. After all, Thackeray was Lotter's top nobleman, he was an earl, not a barbarian warrior under his command.

How can an earl easily go to the battlefield and rush to the front line? Isn't this a joke?

After the old Du Fu held Hathaway back, he didn't answer.

It would be a lie to say that he is not worried, but the old butler also knows that although he and Thackeray are like relatives to Allen, they are the latest to join the Bloodhoof Tribe. To enable Thackeray to bring out his greatest strengths, the proud and arrogant two hope to gain everyone's respect and recognition as soon as possible.

Thackeray is not the only one who wants to participate in the battle, the old butler believes that the battle will heat up soon, and his dark magician will also be useful.

Hathaway stomped her feet angrily, and looked helplessly at the figure of Alan not far away, hoping that the other party would remember the mutual care of each other in the outpost county and not let Thackeray die.

The flames were gradually extinguished, and the hundreds of piggies who had just formed a phalanx had already turned into charred corpses that looked like they had died.

Janna raised her saber high, pointed it in the direction of Beamon, and shouted heroically: "Advance, three hundred yards!"

"For the glory of the chief, for the glory of the Bloodhoof Tribe, God of War is on top!" Old Zach kicked over the drum in front of him, took the giant ax that looked like a door panel from Dina's hand, and jumped onto the giant claw tree.

"For the glory of the chief, and for the glory of the Bloodhoof Tribe, the God of War is above!"

More than a hundred bloodhoof warriors took another step forward, and under the leadership of old Zack, rushed towards the direction of Beamon's army.

Mourinho said lightly to the harpy beside him: "Tell the wolf cavalry, I will count the heads of a hundred barbarians in a moment."

The Harpy herald nodded and flew into the air, hovering over the head of the wolf cavalry phalanx and shouted: "Mourinho has an order, the wolf cavalry charge."

The wolf cavalry in a long line quickly rode on the giant wolf, and rushed towards the bloodhoof warrior with the scimitar held high.

The bloodhoof warriors charging in a triangle battle formation, the outermost warriors are holding giant battle shields one after another.

Orpheus, who was watching the battle from a distance, thought that the bloodhoof warriors wanted to use their giant shields to block the wolf cavalry's charge.

Hathaway thought that the Bloodhoof Warriors wanted to reduce the range of damage caused by the wolf cavalry's charge.

Langningt felt that Allen was more than brave, and knew nothing about strategy and tactics.

Hathaway's dog legs thought why didn't they just keep using those flame bombs?
Allen smiled.

When the wolf cavalry was about to hit the bloodhoof warrior within a hundred yards, the warriors holding the huge shield slammed the huge shield into the ground, and then slammed the inside of the giant shield with their fingers.

Then arrows smeared with oil and highly poisonous flew out from the outside of the giant shield, piercing the air with a howling sound, flashing a cold light, and ruthlessly inserted into the body of the giant wolf under the wolf cavalry's crotch.

The charging wolf cavalry fell directly in a row, and the wolf cavalry behind them obviously stagnated for a while, unable to dodge.

Old Zack jumped off the giant claw tree, and rushed up with the giant axe in his hand.

The bloodhoof warriors behind him also jumped over the giant shield, and rushed up behind the old chief with a murderous look.

Old Zack, who had inspired the Bloodhoof battle ring, knocked down a group of wolf cavalry with a swing of his axe.

The sharp giant ax cut through the wolf cavalry mercilessly like cutting through butter.

Although the giant sharp-claw tree is not the old chief's battle guardian beast, it is like a loyal dog guarding the old chief's side. The several-inch claws are not much inferior to the giant axe on the door. When the claws go down, a group of monsters burst out around it. Puffy blood.

The Bloodhoof warriors used their strong bodies to prove that being stupid than the Mongolian orcs is not the strongest race, but barbarians are.

The fangs of the giant wolf bit the armor of the bloodhoof warriors, and they would only break.

The scimitar cut on the armor of the bloodhoof warriors would still break.

There was no way, because the purity of the batch of steel from the Holy See Pit was simply not very good, and it was all cheaper than the Bloodhoof Warrior.

Thackeray and several bloodhoof fighting spirit fighters quickly wandered around the edge of the battlefield, constantly sniping the grassroots commanders of the wolf cavalry.

The Bloodhoof warriors were very brave, like thugs. After relying on their hard armor and completely giving up their defense, they formed a human wall, advancing slowly but unswervingly.

After the two sides collided fiercely, as if looking down from the sky, you would find that the bloodhoof warriors had been in the past few years, and their backs were full of corpses.

The corpses of wolf warriors and giant Beamon wolves, dilapidated corpses.

(End of this chapter)