Menethil's Power

Chapter 89 Eat me a hammer!
After getting used to the dense black and green orc camp in front of them, the dwarves are very sensitive to any changes in them. The blood cave clan's camp has been shrinking these days. It is obvious that these green-skinned monsters are in big trouble .

Muradin immediately suggested to his brother to fight back immediately, but he still received mild and firm opposition, "The number of our people is very precious, even if it is just a casualty of a defeat, it is a serious blow to our entire race, so we We must wait for the most suitable opportunity." The attitude of the Bronze Beard King was still very firm.

This is a fact. Judging from the fact that one Ironforge can shelter the whole family, it can be seen that the dwarves are indeed not very populated, and the entire population of the entire race is not as large as that of a large city in Lordaeron.

Muradin has never been a reckless man. Under the dwarf's straightforward and rough appearance, there is a shadow of the wisdom and calmness of a bronze beard prince.Therefore, he restrained his impulse very well, and fired a mouthful at the orcs every day, but it seems that he is not very proficient in taunting skills, so his provocations rarely arouse the orcs' desire to attack.

This process usually lasts until a bottle of strong wine is finished, but today seems to be a little different. There was a sudden commotion in the southwest of the orcs, and Muradin could see golden and violet rays of light shooting up into the sky from time to time, regardless of the release of these energies What are the spells, they are definitely not something these vulgar green-skinned monsters can master.

That direction is the Moya Mine, a mining area that has been abandoned for a long time. It is obvious that these allies launched a surprise attack on the orcs through there. Muradin suddenly felt a little wet in his eyes. Great, these miserable days are finally over. .

Muradin was sure that now was the best time for what his brother said. He jumped off the watchtower, quickly put on his armor that had been idle for a long time, and shouted loudly at the same time: "Get ready, boys! Our reinforcements are here! Let Let's teach those orcs a good lesson! Their attacking ability is really weak!"

A dwarf similar to Muradin ran over, his metallic brown beard showed his identity as the Bronzebeard family, "What's the matter, Muradin?" He sniffed his nose, "Damn, you Drank too much."

"It's humans. They have launched a heroic attack on the orcs. We must support them." Muradin put on his thick horned helmet, and his voice suddenly became muffled. "As for the spirits," he hammered the opponent shoulder, "That's the best buff potion, a drunk dwarf can hit ten!"

Brian Bronzebeard nodded thoughtfully, "It makes sense, give me some too."

Muradin laughed, and threw the remaining half bottle of spirits to his brother, "There will be a war soon, you'd better drink it within 10 minutes and put on your armor."

Of course, the dwarves couldn't be as sloppy as Muradin. Those responsible for defending the gate were the best fighters of Ironforge. They quickly assembled and formed a three-tier echelon of cavalry, infantry, and musketeers.

Unlike their sky-loving cousins, the Wildhammer dwarves, the Bronzebeard dwarves are real sons of the earth. Their mounts are tall and docile Talbuk sheep. This kind of mount may not have an advantage in speed, but it is extremely powerful. Excellent endurance and load-bearing capacity, so dwarf cavalry can be said to be the most suitable cavalry for mountain combat.

These strong cloven-hoofed creatures already have huge horns, coupled with the heavy metal armor on the whole body and the dwarf rider with the same heavy armor on the back, once the speed of the nearly two-ton tin can reaches a certain level, it will be the most powerful weapon on the battlefield. Unstoppable presence.Of course, only relative to ordinary soldiers.

The heavy gate of Ironforge opened wide amidst a tooth-piercing sound of metal friction. As the sharp edge of the dwarf's charge formation, Muradin drove his mount to run at full speed without hesitation, and the dwarf uttered a thunderbolt of anger. Drink, "For the Bronzebeard family!"

The leading Tabu sheep cavalry had contact with the orcs almost instantly.The Blood Hollow clan has always maintained a blockade of Ironforge, so naturally they would not be unprepared for such a surprise attack. After a short period of stagnation, the green wave surrounded the dwarves in reverse.

Muradin's Storm Hammer hit a rather tall orc in front of him. The unique ability of this king of the hill is simple and rough but very easy to use. It can make the target stunned for a short period of time. The lover didn't have any hesitation. The left-handed tomahawk accurately cut off the orc's thick neck.

But then Muradin didn't continue to drive the Talbuk to charge, he jumped off his mount directly, and fell into the array of orcs like a stone shell.For a king of the hill, the mounts will limit their performance, and the most suitable way to fight is down-to-earth, and the earth will give them the most solid shelter.

The orcs around the dwarf were quickly dismembered in the storm of hammers and axes, but the other orcs still charged at him bravely.Facing the swarming orcs, Muradin smiled heartily, and hit the ground heavily with the hammer containing the power of the storm, "Taste this!"

There was a loud noise like thunder cracking, the ground cracked, and the power of thunder mixed with the shock wave shattered the orcs within a radius of 20 meters. As the most talented dwarf of the Bronzebeard family, Muradin's epic battle against warriors The mastery of the skill shock can be said to be miraculous. Although his level is still at the hero level, the distance from the epic level is not that far away.

The feeling of fighting was so good that Muradin felt the long-lost blood flow through his gradually ossified body again.This thunderous blow didn't seem to consume him too much, the dwarf stomped heavily on the ground, and once again fell into the orc like a shell.

"Boom!" The thunder roared and the earth trembled, which meant that another orc team was wiped out.

A high-end combat power is as eye-catching as a morning star in the night sky on the battlefield. Muradin's massacre did not last long, and soon four orcs wearing full-body plate armor surrounded him. The ferocious plate armor with spikes carried an aura of iron and blood.

These are warlords among the orcs, and each has the strength of the peak lord level.Muradin knew very well that these were no longer a mess that could be dealt with with a single blow. It would take at least a few minutes for the dwarves to deal with them. This time on the battlefield was enough for other orcs to complete the encirclement of him.

At that time, it may be a situation where ants kill elephants. Of course, Muradin, who has experienced many battles, will not let himself be in such a situation.He charged at the four orc warlords without dodging, seemingly ignoring the oncoming weapons, and the dwarf roared, "For Kha-Z-Mo-Dan!!"

Halfway through this roar, it became deep and majestic, like the sound of a rock. In fact, Muradin did seem to have turned into a rock. In just a few breaths, his body suddenly increased, and his whole body began to cover Pale rock.The orc's weapon hit his body hard, but only a few sparks splashed.

God descends to earth, the most powerful ability of the king of the hill, which greatly improves defense, attack and magic resistance within a certain period of time.

At this time, Muradin, who was like a stone colossus, was a head taller than the orcs, "Eat me with a hammer!" The dwarf shouted, and the same huge warhammer struck heavily on the chest of an orc warlord.

This hammer seemed to be a little different. It didn't kill the orc immediately, but knocked his body out. The orc wrapped in heavy metal plate armor was like a huge shell, carrying high-speed kinetic energy to plow through the orc formation. There is a blank area.

The rest of the orc warlords could no longer bother Muradin, they left scratches on the hill king's stone body in vain, and soon Muradin hammered his head off one by one.With the help of the breakthrough made by Muradin, the dwarves rushed forward quickly, occupying a certain advantage.

The effect of Avatar is just like its name, making Muradin rampage on the battlefield like an unstoppable god of war, but this is not a permanent state after all, and it must have a time limit.

Muradin could feel the power from the blood in his body fading, which meant that the stone form could not last much longer.

His mission has been completed, and he used his strength to find a breakthrough for the dwarves. It is time to return to his own line, Muradin thought, but suddenly felt a breath that made his hair stand on end, and the dwarf quickly turned around. Turning around, parrying an oncoming battle axe.

This was an orc, an orc whose strength was almost the same as his, and Muradin's heart sank quickly.This orc has only one good eye, and the other side is a black eye socket. Muradin can feel an ominous breath from that eye socket.

Kilrogg Deadeye, chieftain of the Blood Hollow clan.

"Damn it, it's not honorable at all." Muradin was a little annoyed. This cunning orc chief should have noticed the dwarves a long time ago, but he kept holding back and waited for Muradin to come down to earth to end.

"I do value honor, but I'm not stupid." Kilrogg said in a calm tone, while his offensive against Muradin did not weaken in the slightest.

The situation was very bad for the dwarves. Muradin felt that he would not be able to maintain this huge size soon, and he would no longer be able to maintain control over Kilrogg, and now he was surrounded by a large number of orcs.Other dwarves are still fighting hard, and humans are still a long way from here.As for his brother Brian, who is obsessed with archaeology, this guy hasn't even been promoted to the hero level, let alone awakened bloodline.

Judging from these circumstances, it seemed that the legend of Muradin Bronzebeard was coming to an end here.

This didn't make the dwarf feel depressed. Muradin calmed down more and more. It is not a fact that a warrior cannot accept a glorious death. Since it is unlikely to survive, what he should consider now is how to deal with the orc in front of him perish together.

Storm Hammer's effect on Kilrogg at the same level is not obvious, and the guards of this orc chieftain have been watching from the sidelines, so Muradin can't exert his full strength, he can only maintain his strength against Kilrogg. Suppressed, but unable to cause too much damage to him.

After several rounds of attacking and defending each other, the power of the dwarves from their blood finally faded, and Muradin's stone body suddenly shattered, revealing his short and sturdy figure.The dwarf could see the vague sneer on the orc chief's face, he could only hold his weapon tightly, gritted his teeth and attacked again.

The hammer and ax intersected again, but the ax did not retreat as before.The two sides began to wrestle, unfortunately, because of his height, Muradin was at a disadvantage.

The direction of the war is complicated and confusing, and the complicated battle situation is often changed by a small thing.Just when the dwarf was putting all his energy into breastfeeding, he suddenly heard a slight gunshot, followed by a whistling sound in his ear, and a bullet instantly spanned nearly a thousand meters of space, bringing a shocking sound to Muradin. With terrifying speed and power, the target was aimed at Kilrogg's intact eye.

The bullet appeared too suddenly, and the speed was too fast. Even with the intuition and reaction speed of a heroic warrior, Kilrogg could only tilt his head to a limited extent.The bullet grazed his temple, plowing a deep bony scar across the orc's skull.

All this was too fast, Kilrogg let out a painful roar, and the strength in his hand could not help but relax a bit. Of course, Muradin would not let this opportunity go, the power of thunder thundered on the warhammer again, and then This mighty weapon is imprinted on Kilrogg's chest.

The chest of the orc chieftain sunken surprisingly, the sound of bones breaking mixed with the sound of thunder and thunder, which sounded very comfortable to Muradin.Kilrogg's body flew upside down and landed on the snow without a sound. Only then did the orc guards react. Some of them immediately evacuated with Kilrogg whose life or death was unknown, while the other rushed towards The dwarf, trying to stop his pursuit.

These general lord-level guards did not bother Muradin, but after finishing them, the blood cave guards disappeared into the wave of orcs with their chieftain.Feeling the exhaustion from inside his body, Muradin gave up the idea of ​​chasing him. Besides, he was very aware of the power of his last blow. Even if Kilrogg survived by luck, he wouldn't even think about bringing up the ax in this battle.

The battle was over, but Muradin was still very excited. That miraculous bullet was too critical, and it could be said that it directly reversed the entire situation of the battle.In the whole of Dun Morogh, there is only one legendary hunter who has such superb shooting skills and can shoot such deadly aimed shots.

"Hemet! Is that you? Old man!" Muradin yelled loudly in the direction of the bullet. Although there was only a vast expanse of snow, this level of camouflage was too much for Hemet. easy.

The answer to Muradin was another slight gunshot, and a blood cave guard who had collapsed on the ground and was still alive finally stopped moving. His head burst suddenly, and the viscous red and white liquid and bone residues splashed everywhere on the snow. yes.

Muradin laughed. Although this legendary hunter always said that he was a peace-loving writer, he was no softer when killing orcs than hunting wild beasts.

(End of this chapter)