The Journey of the Demon Hunter

More light spilled in from the cracks in the gradually expanding stone pile, and the mage girl raised her hand and put her eyes away. The tremors of the stone claws became brighter and brighter, and the stones rolled down one by one, and the demon hunter could almost see the figure of the orc carrying outside through the gap. Suddenly, as if reaching the limit, the originally seemingly sturdy stone stone began to fall apart after being removed from the huge rock below. The smoke was splashing, but it hadn't risen yet, and groups of orcs screamed through the smoke and rushed into the tunnel.

The dwarves screamed wildly and brandished their axes. The dwarves behind the bunker slammed their spears forward, and the orc in front was stabbed and hit the barrel of the gun. Zelin brandished a sharp sword, and the blade swept across the bunker. The two orcs who climbed up had their legs cut off and fell off. The dwarf below drew the hatchet from his waist and slashed at them. Bahrain stood in front, holding his crossbow arrows, calmly shooting arrows at the orcs rushing over. He lowered his eyes and kept shooting arrows, not caring about his situation at all, as if all he had to do was to wind up, shoot arrows, and then wind up, letting the orcs fall in front of him one by one.

The logo of their tribe was printed on the orcs, and the demon hunter waved his hand and chopped down an overcoming enemy. The orcs are full of vigor, and they violently attack the barricade defense line, as if the thin barricade can be crushed by the blink of an eye, swallowing these overweight guards. But this line of defense is like a reef standing on the beach. The waves hit the reef layer after layer, but there is nothing to do with the hard rock.

Two of the dwarves in the front were knocked down by the orcs. Zelin immediately rushed up. He raised his hand and Alderfayin knocked the orcs into the air. He fell into the turbulent trend of the orcs, and was caught in the blink of an eye. Swallowed. The demon hunter danced his sword blades into a whirlwind, and every enemy who tried to approach was chopped to the ground. The nearby dwarves took the opportunity to rush up to kill the undead orcs. The orcs tried to jam Zelin's sword with a shield, but the shield was torn apart like a sweater torn with scissors, but they had never seen such a weapon. They were all stunned and died under the ebony blade. .

Olin directed the others to drag the wounded dwarf back. Zelin stepped back two steps, the orcs rushed forward, and the chain of lightning passed the orcs, jumping among the ugly shadows. The mage girl made different gestures to the orcs who rushed up. Lightning and flames flashed through the crowd of orcs from time to time. Every time, several orcs fell under the powerful destruction magic. The two dwarves held shields to protect the wizard girl, resisting the arrows shot from time to time. Not all arrows can be blocked, the mage girl suddenly turned her side down, and there was an extra scratch on her sleeve. But she didn't stop, she recovered, and continued to wield new magic at the crowd of beasts.

The battle was extremely fierce, and the orcs kept rushing forward. They attacked frantically, as if to echo the offensive ahead, and more roars came from behind the line of defense. It was the orcs who were jammed on the other side of the cliff. They shouted loudly. The dwarf guards looked behind him in amazement, but Bahrain remained unmoved. He was still calmly winding and shooting, climbing into the bunker, or skipping over. The enemy shot down.

Bahrain did not speak, but the dwarves regained their composure. They roared and continued to stab the orcs with their spears.

An orc crossed the roadblock and slashed towards Bahrain with a sword. Bahrain reeled calmly, unmoved. But the orc's sword did not come down. It stepped on the trap of the Fayin of Yaden. After a slight movement, Olin jumped up and chopped off the enemy's thigh with an axe, and then cut off its head.

Zelin swung his sword and slashed at the enemy forcefully. He didn't need to judge what was hit. There were only countless orcs left in his sight. But he couldn't feel tired, the muscles stimulated by the potion were tense, swinging the sword, the sword, and then the sword again.

"Bahrain!"

Zelin raised the blade that he swung away, kicked the enemy down, and cut off its neck with another sword. "It's time for us!"

"I know, wizard." Bahrain raised his head and looked at more and more orcs. "Let's go!"

"For Turin!" Bahrain yelled, "For Moria!"

"For Turin!" Olin followed and raised his axe. "For Moria!"

The dwarves yelled angrily. "For Moria!"

The first thousand six hundred and sixty-five chapters The Song of Victory

The demon hunter turned over and jumped onto the bunker. He stepped on the spear that stretched out from the bunker and walked the spear over the heads of the orcs. He is a demon hunter, he knows how to keep his balance, but this kind of action stuns the orcs below. Some orcs subconsciously wanted to swing their swords at Zelin, but Zelin's sword was faster, one after another orcs was chopped to the ground, and the ground was already slippery with blood. Some orcs did not stand firmly and fell all of a sudden. On the ground.

This seemed to be a signal. The seemingly depraved guards rushed to the orcs like hungry wolves. They brandished swords, axes, and spears, and slashed and slashed desperately. The orcs who were still attacking suddenly discovered that the dwarves had become attackers. In a panic, he was chopped to the ground by the dwarves.

The demon hunter rushed forward, and no orc could stop the ebony blade. Their seemingly strong armor was like a thin piece of paper in front of the ebony blade, which was easily torn apart. The dwarves formed a tightly arranged, wedge-shaped squad, charging forward along the path that the demon hunters killed, pushing the orcs backward, and stabbing them with short spears. Virginia stood in the middle of the team, and fireballs and lightning continued to attack the orcs. The orcs who were killed by the demon hunters tried to regroup into a queue, but were quickly destroyed by magic.

"For the son of Turin!"

The swordsmanship of the Demon Hunter is nothing fancy, simple slashing, unchanging swings. He rushed forward, piercing the orcs' hearts like a sharp knife. Olin led someone to protect his left side, Oin and the remaining dwarves followed on the right with shields. Zelin still remembered that someone told him that death was with him. He didn't like this sentence, he didn't like death, and he was even more unwilling to bring death to anyone around him, but now, what he is doing will make death happy. Joyful things. He swung his sword frantically, spreading death and destruction among the orcs.

"Go ahead! Go ahead!"

The demon hunter held his sword, followed by the dwarves. He felt as if he couldn't see things clearly, and soon he realized that the orc had too much blood, and the blood contaminated the armor of the demon hunter and stuck to the tips of his hair.

But that is exactly what it is.

More blood, more death!

"Go forward! Go forward!"

The dwarves leaned together tacitly and pushed forward side by side. They are united, and the more they fight, the more courageous they are!

No one would believe that there are more than twenty dwarves, almost all of them wounded and exhausted, but they are launching a counterattack against hundreds of orcs. The orcs retreated steadily under their offensive. The leader behind roared angrily. The orc in heavy armor scolded the soldiers beside him. It couldn't believe it. This was supposed to be a simple battle. The dwarf inside was hiding in the hall and lingering and frightened. Its army was huge. But fierce, they only need to remove the rock blocking the gate, and they can kill in and slaughter the creatures inside. This will be a feast, a grand meeting.

Instead of being fought back!

"You trash! Attack! Attack me!" It pushed the hesitant soldier beside him forward. "Offensive! Go and kill them!"

The orcs hesitated. They had never seen such a situation. More than twenty dwarves were fighting back against them in the tunnel, and they became more and more courageous.

"We can't beat them!" an orc yelled. "That human, and those dwarves, we can't stop it!"

"We have more than three hundred, and they only have twenty!" The leader slammed his hand. "Rush up, they will get tired soon, and then all you have to do is go up and hack them to death! Go up and kill them!"

Maybe the dwarves will be tired, maybe Virginia will feel the magic drained, but the demon hunter will not. Under the stimulation of the potion, vine-like blue veins covered the demon hunter’s face, and a spear pierced his arm. He looked along the spear, and an orc grinned open, revealing the jaggedness of his mouth. The broken teeth squeezed out a triumphant smile. But then, its smile was frozen forever on the chopped head. There was no pain, all he had left was anger.

"Kill them all!" he yelled. "Go!"

The dwarves dragged their heavy steps, gritted their teeth, and strode forward. "For Moria!"

Bahrain was right next to the demon hunter. Perhaps this was a battle that the old dwarf and the demon hunter had never thought of. Maybe it was time, maybe it was the responsibility. He fought side by side with the demon hunter. The sweat had already wetted the tips of his hair, and his gray beard and hair had been dyed black by the blood of the orcs. The heavy chain mail was draped on his body, but there was something heavier on his body. He must go forward.

A spear pierced the old dwarf's waist. Bahrain drew out the axe on his waist and struck the attacking orc. He gritted his teeth and slashed the spear again with an axe.

"Moria!"

"Moria!" The dwarves were scarred, with orcs' blood on their bodies, as well as their blood, but more of them were orcs' blood. But their fighting spirit is high, like an impenetrable wall, and like a cliff standing in front of the orcs, step by step, they roar and fight. "For Turin! For Moria!"

The flame ignited the corpse and was extinguished by the blood, and billowing smoke rose from the gate of Moria, straight into the sky. Everyone was so dizzy and tearful, the orcs pushed each other in panic, and the dwarves continued to move forward, unwavering.

Suddenly, the orcs felt terrified.

It seemed that they were not a group of besieged, hungry, panicked dwarves, but an indestructible army, stepping out of the lonely mountain, from the blue mountain, from the strong fortress, to kill them all. Walking in the forefront, the human being wielding a black blade is more like some kind of indescribable terrifying creature. There is no weapon to block his attack, the sword is broken, the shield is torn, and the armor is shattered.

Death.

This is death.

Stepping on the corpse, stepping through a pool of blood, approaching step by step, there is no escape, no one can avoid.

They are scared, they want to retreat.

The dwarves were high-spirited, and their battle roars shook the sky and the earth.

"Kill!" Bahrain yelled, his voice hoarse, but it could be heard by every dwarf. "Kill!"

"Kill! For Bahrain! Kill!"

Suddenly, the light brightened. The corpse of the orc rolled down the mountain road of Moria. The demon hunter did not stop. He again swung his sword at the orc beside him, but this time, he slashed away.

The orcs ran away.

"Don't run! You cowards!" the orc leader shouted. "Bring me back! Kill them back! They are out! Surround them!"

Bahrain, covered in blood, raised his crossbow and aimed at the yelling orc leader and pulled the trigger. With the sound of breaking through the air, a crossbow arrow stuck in his throat. The orc leader let out a quick gasp, vomited a puff of blood in his mouth, fell to the ground, twitched his legs a few times, and stopped breathing.

The demon hunter felt something appeared beside him, he subconsciously wanted to swing his sword, but he stopped.

"Stop!" Virginia hugged Zelin, she cried. "Stop it, we won! The elf is coming!"

Zelin felt dizzy, he stared at himself blankly, his body was full of blood, everywhere. There were several wounds on his body, and he did not remember that he had been injured.

"Quickly, I must bandage you, or you will be drowned by the blood flowing out of your body!" The mage girl hurriedly took out the bandage from the package with red eyes. "I kept calling you, I kept reminding you! You were hit by the orcs many times! I almost thought you were going to die!"

In the distance, the orcs could not escape, and suddenly a rain of arrows shot out from the forest, and patches of orcs were shot into hedgehogs and fell to the ground.

The elves are coming!