Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 655 - 138 - Intense Battle_3

Chapter 655: Chapter 138 - Intense Battle_3

Vieri and him were at the very front, protecting the flanks of their lord. Poor Vieri with his knight’s title didn’t dare to summon his giant tree marmot. How could he reach the gray dwarves which are only a meter tall, if he were mounted on a five-meter-tall marmot? Holding a battle axe full of damage and scars, Vieri felt both anger and sadness.

After the blood elves withdrew to the protection of the gray dwarves, their calyx longswords swung faster and faster. From their advantageous distance, the splattering blood looked like a dragon wrapped around their blades, launching a relentless attack on Liu Zhenhan at the front. The thickness of Liu Zhenhan’s silver-based armor was astonishing, covered with a layer of mithril, he didn’t care about these kinds of attacks. His mithril arm and a looted battle hammer blocked and hammered away at the flying swords of the blood elves. Despite the exquisite workmanship of these thin swords, they could not withstand the raging resistance. The flying swords burst into pieces, scuttering everywhere. Nedved, who was hiding behind the Lord, had killed nearly twenty blood elves with his powerful bow at close range and the number was still increasing. Curiously, the height of the elves in a crowd of dwarfs made them stand out. With the skills of Centaur archers and such close distance, it would be absurd if they missed their target.

The horrifying screams echoed and left Liu Zhenhan’s ears tingling. He could no longer see any figures in the distance, only the enemies in front of him which he vehemently-sliced.

The Moorish army didn’t know what they were shouting out, quite evidently, even their desperate counterattack had intensified. The formation of the emerald militiamen, which initially attacked, gradually turned into a narrow defensive array. The panda warriors and hippo poets were in the middle, with spears and flying axes swarming the air, everywhere was a blockade.

Never has an army managed to bravely counterattack against the sweeping assault of the emerald militiamen like the gray dwarves did today. In the minds of Liu Zhenhan and all of the militiamen, there only exist two dominant characters: Tough Enemy!

Although these dwarf warriors could not match the Beamon warriors, such overwhelming waves of human attacks were indeed novel to the emerald militia. According to Trist, the gray dwarves have a convention of retreating when they see an unfavorable situation. Comparing it now, the contrast in expectations is extremely striking.

Liu Zhenhan almost cursed Xiao Cui’s ancestors every time he punched and swung his sword.

The battle had reached a point where it could no longer be described as fierce. Liu Zhenhan’s two legs had also began to be used as weapons, stepping on the charging dwarf warriors. Those gray dwarves that got hit flew together with their shields, spurting blood in the air, as if they had been bulldozed over by a heavy chariot.

In the past, Liu Zhenhan had worked hard to practice leg techniques, including the kick and tanned legs, in addition to the Sebad of the Soviet style. It is said that there are eighteen different techniques to master. But now he couldn’t remember anything, he was just swinging his feet like chopping wood, aiming at the foreheads of these gray dwarves, switching to the other foot when one got sore.

Ever since Liu Zhenhan had been locked in a metal cage by the Mermaid King and kicked it hard with the strength of ten whales, ending up injured in the process, the injured legs had healed, the leg strength had improved significantly, but today they were still tingling with pain.

Could these dwarfs be harder than a metal cage?

The more he didn’t believe it, the more he wanted to charge again, but strange as it might be, the counter attack from the dwarf warriors was like a tidal wave, wave after wave, Liu Zhenhan had stepped forward and cleared everyone around him, but there was always a group of dwarf soldiers rushing up to intercept and hit him hard, sending him back. The slowing of the charge was quite evident, the surrounding dwarf warriors also held back the panda warriors and Mastiff warriors, to prevent possible invisible attacks from the dwarf warriors, all the militia had their weapons swinging at the maximum radius, without any gap. The hippo poets had already replaced a batch of tired Mastiff warriors, thankfully this defensive formation had enough central space for rotations, otherwise no matter how strong, they could not withstand such an onslaught.

The mammoth heavy cavalry had also been surrounded by gangs of dwarves. They trampled a bloody path like stepping on tomatoes, filling up gaps on Liu Zhenhan’s left and right side. The gray dwarves in the charge were numerous and fierce, the heavy cavalry of mammoths were blocked by the dense bodies, caught in a deadly combat. Despite the wild swinging of the mammoth’s trunk and the warriors jumping down from the saddle chopping madly, they could not drive back these brave gray dwarves. The frantic battle had even spread to the Beamon warriors who were protecting the priests and mages. These gray dwarves who had rushed into the inner circle were sticking to the antelope warriors like gluey candy, even the gray dwarves that had been petrified by Helen’s base dragon were trying to move forward, but Guoguo crushed them into pieces with a single strike. The roaring fire meteors thrown by the Difeng giants at the gate could not stop the fierce onslaughts from these gray dwarves.