Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 657 - 138: Battle of Wits_5

Chapter 657: Chapter 138: Battle of Wits_5

The citizen soldiers of Feilengcui had only one thought now: Damn! When will someone come to help? Where are Gerein and YiTiao? Where did they die?

It was not until this moment that Liu Zhenhan hid behind the turtle formation, allowing Vieri to fill his position. He took this opportunity to sneakily observe the Blood Elf Mages suppressing the clerics and mages. He had always been on tenterhooks because of these twenty Blood Elf Mages!

Through the lingering steam, he saw two bright figures floating atop the mountain where the Blood Elf Mages stood. The silhouette of the Blood Elf Mage looked like it was coughing blood, and there were a few porcupine-like objects.

Liu was laughing to death.

The Blood Elf Mages were too careless! They thought that with their large numbers and the distance from the battlefield, they didn’t need heavy protection. Unfortunately, they encountered two Fairy Dragons who were fearless of magic and could teleport instantly ———— wielding the Seven-Star Crossbow and Katusha.

The cow-eagle troops, hastily reinforcing the Blood Elf Mage in the sky, were beaten by Gerein and YiTiao, who bloomed peach blossoms all over the sky. YiTiao was indeed enraged for dealing with these cow-eagle people today, which was why the clerics and mages could support the battle so quickly!

Even with the support and interference of the evil aura, the Gray Dwarf warriors still fought desperately, wave after wave. Even the dark-hearted Liu Zhenhan was moved. These guys were paving the way with their lives!

With the furious support of the mages and clerics, Liu Zhenhan started slaughtering his enemies. Three Golden Figures were finally summoned. During the previous chaotic melee, he didn’t even have time to summon the Golden Figures, which was a real loss!

The three Golden Figures started with rolling on the spot. They extended into the field like road rollers.

Roll! Continue to roll! Liu Zhenhan only gave these Yun Qin Golden Figures one simple ultimate command.

How could these Gray Dwarves dare to face the Yun Qin Golden Figures head-on! Liu Zhenhan could hear the giant tremors caused by the Golden Figures’ bodies being hit by war hammers!

Damn it! Using human bodies as a shield! Liu Zhenhan’s spine tingled at the sight of clusters of human figures swarming towards the rolling path of the Golden Figures the way a swarm of locusts would attack crops.

Because of this scene, Liu Zhenhan lowered his targets. He didn’t want to charge anymore, but instead wanted to block all the paths of advance of the Moorish Army, even if he couldn’t move forward, he wouldn’t allow the enemy to advance another step!

The defences made up of piled bodies, covers rising from half a meter to one meter, then knocked down, then piled up again, then knocked down again, then piled up again.

Liu Zhenhan couldn’t imagine how many Gray Dwarves he had killed. He felt weak in his arms. The ghost’s breath was exhausted from Xu Dela, and his short, sturdy legs were lighter.

The inner circle of Gray Dwarves had decreased significantly, the gap was filled by the Golden Figures, and the Mammoth Heavy Cavalry had remounted. They began to massacre at the rear of the Overlord, enraged by the dwindling forces that had drained a lot of their time. These guys were too good at hiding, their bodies were small, and even Korina who had been holding back was now unleashing her fury. The iron stakes on the ground were sent flying by the mammoths, any Grey Dwarf hit by these stakes or chains would lose a part, let alone being hit by the seven-meter-long heavy lances, huge hooves, and trunks of the Mammoth Cavalry.

The Antelope Warriors also moved to cover the gap opened by the rolling Yun Qin Golden Figures on the right side, blocking the incoming Grey Dwarves. The Antelopes’ unique skill "Gladiator Combat" was massively deployed, with the red-eyed Antelope Warriors, led by Duncan, lowered their heads and charged forward with the metal totem pole, a special feature of the spiral antlers only visible at a glance from their hunched action. Those Dwarves who were hit by them were sent flying in a row.

Even the mages and clerics had advanced to the rear of the battle line, but the enemy was still like a school of fish in a flood, constantly countering no matter how many were killed.

Every minute was torture for everyone. Other than the Feilengcui militia, no one dared to step onto the front lines to face these crazy opponents, their expressions were horrified.

Liu Zhenhan finally noticed that there was no enemy in front of him, although there were still cries of killing and wailing on the battlefield, they seemed very distant. In front of him was a piece of deep red, flowing and winding. Other than Bellamy, the Mastiff warriors were lying all over the ground. Their gasps sounded like a valley suddenly filled with countless asthmatic cows.

"Damn it!" Liu Zhenhan was also gasping for breath, he threw his flattened shield on the ground, supported his knees with his hands and spat bitterly. He, being in the front line of the attack, had been hit in the belly with countless war hammers, and the spittle he now spat out was a little bitter.

As for his Silver Base Armor, it was completely scrapped. The magic shield function had long since failed, and now it was just ordinary Mithril heavy armor.