Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 654 - 138: Battle of Wits_2

Chapter 654: Chapter 138: Battle of Wits_2

The clear call of a sword and Gerein’s trademark sneer had already rung out. The Mammoths’ long screams echoed in waves, and the sky was filled with the dazzling display of colliding magic.

The brutal hand-to-hand fight immediately tore open the curtain.

The forty spearheads, one hundred and nine daggers, and twenty-four battle axes of the Fierce Green Fawn militia were vanguard, destroying all with their breathtaking momentum while angrily shooting at the agile and nimble Blood Elves’ Sword Chanters. The Blood Elves’ Sword Chant, held true to their name. They stirred countless snake-like blood-red glows, creating a sky filled with sword nets, turning these hidden weapons into a pile of scrap iron. The sparkles from the blasting steel, the sparks from the clashes, the raindrops painted the area around into a magnificent galaxy. But even the densest of sword nets had holes. Weapons that had slipped through these holes left over twenty Blood Elf Sword Chanters pierced and suspended in the air.

The Blood Elves’ Sword Chanters demonstrated their firm and resolute prowess in the face of battle, not to be underestimated. Seeing how fierce these strangers were, most of the Blood Elf Sword Chanters tipped the edge of their feet and threw their frail bodies backwards like paper kites floating in the air. They leapt effortlessly backwards by ten meters. A large group of Gray Dwarf Soldiers then filled in their places.

These Gray Dwarf Soldiers were sturdy and fierce, with menacing faces. Each one besides carrying a war hammer, had a beautifully engraved steel shield, adorned with a foaming malt wine cup emblem, in addition to the first group of Dwarf Soldiers. The dark armor had a unique metallic glow. This gear was obviously produced by skilled Dwarf artisans. Each of them had a gray beard, braided into a twisted rope, a symbol of centuries-old warriors. When Old Liu first set his eyes on these Dwarf Soldiers, he was shocked, never expecting to run into the sturdiest of Dwarf Soldiers, the century-old braided beard fighters.

In the short amount of time that it took Nedved to fire three arrows, the two opposing forces had gone from clashing to strangling each other, showing the extreme speed of their movements.

The first slash generated a dazzling arc light, stripping Liu of the satisfying feeling he got when cutting through humans before. Today, whenever his Vajra blade swept through, it didn’t stay as slick as in the past. Instead, it was a harsh shock that replaced the usually smooth sensation of his blade slicing through flesh and bone. The abundant underground metal ores had armored these Dwarf Soldiers like a group of miniature tanks, making them difficult to slash!

"This is all money!" Liu exclaimed, reluctant to ruin the Dwarves’ quality armor as he continued swinging his long sword. Every time he did, it created an open, empty space in the field before him. Even in heavy rain, the sparks flying from his blade and the Dwarf armor still sizzled. His powerful strength and the length of his Vajra blade caused the height disadvantaged Dwarf Soldiers to suffer losses. Even those with steel shields couldn’t block the fierce blow of the sharp blade. The valiant Gray Dwarf Soldiers were like moths striving to extinguish the fire, unhesitatingly filling in the gaps he had slashed open. The heavy war hammer of the Dwarf Soldiers and Old Liu’s Vajra blade were clashing time and again. Through this, Liu realized that even though these Dwarves were short, their strength was likely as great as a Taurens, if not more!

Constantly slashing durable plate armor and shields, and clashing with heavy war hammers caused the Mammoth Knife Saint’s equipped Vajra blade to quickly get chipped and then break into several pieces.

The Emerald Fawn Militiamen’s triangular attack was efficiently suppressed for the first time. Besides hacking up their opponents like vegetables, and forcing open a blood path, and forming a line with the remaining Antelope Warriors, they were constrained to the center of the battlefield behind the fortification and their advance became slower. Every step they took was met with a ferocious retaliation from the Gray Dwarf Soldiers!

Having their momentum suppressed by the enemy had never occurred in their history! Even without the presence of the Heavy Cavalry leading the charge today!

How Liu was infuriated and humiliated! But he knew that today it wasn’t because his Fierce Green Fawn warriors weren’t brave enough, but because these Gray Dwarves were too short, and the Bimon Militia too tall. The Bimon Militia had to stoop down to deal with these Dwarves. Despite holding heavy weapons with sufficient reach, they were still unable to rapidly penetrate through wave after wave of Gray Dwarf Soldiers throwing themselves at them, like they were courting death. After all, they couldn’t charge while hunching over their backs.

There was also another significant reason. These Gray Dwarf Soldiers, particularly the century-old braided beard fighters, were phenomenally equipped and remarkably strong, which was a huge headache for the towering Bimon giants. If it weren’t for the Fierce Green Fawn Militiamen’s abundant backup weapons and their larger strength, they would be struggling to fend off the enemies!

To say the least, the weapon damage caused by their fierce collisions was enough for Liu and his militia to cry over.

In the deafening sound of metal clashing and flesh being torn apart, they only managed to advance a short distance, and Rodman’s Vajra blade was already covered in chips. Seeing the Dwarven army bobbing their heads and surging ahead for a thousand meters ahead, the usually playful Rodman, just like his lord, was no longer in a playful mood. If they continued this way, he feared that his six blades wouldn’t be enough to reach the end of the long street. Also, Fat Luo’s boldness had escalated the longer he was unable to charge, causing him to feel a sense of shame and attack increasingly fiercely. His three long knives danced an impenetrable flurry that even rain couldn’t penetrate, chopping Grey Dwarf Soldiers into halves with his Green Party’s Wind Chasing Sword Technique.