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Chapter 170 Fighting
Chapter 170 Fighting
"Listen to my order, wait for Goron to enter the range, and don't make senseless attacks."
The great power of the dragon-hunting crossbow was at the expense of the reloading speed. He had to be the first to warn, in order to prevent the soldiers from shooting the dragon-hunting crossbow in their hands because of nervousness.
At the same time, the coach's voice also calmed down the soldiers' slightly nervous mood.
Some hammermen who were already preparing to activate the dragon hunting crossbow hurriedly exerted their strength, barely passing the hammer past the activation device.
Only then did they realize that the hand holding the hammer was covered with sweat.
However, several dragon hunting crossbows were still activated, and the surrounding soldiers did not watch the results, but began to turn the winch quickly and reload under the scolding of the observers.
Several black awns shot from the top of the north wind, because they shot downwards horizontally.
So after exceeding the range of the shot, they broke away from the head they were aiming at and headed for the bottom of Goron's neck.
The Grons took it for granted that this was the case, but they were so proud that they didn't take it seriously.
Only giant dragons are worthy of being their opponents, and it is precisely because of this heart that the steel crossbow unstoppably pierced through the flesh on Goron's chest.
With a 'ding', it stuck on the collarbone in front of their chests, causing several Grons to roar.
Exceeding the range does not mean that they have no power, but that they cannot reach the maximum power.
Gron pulled out the hidden weapons that attacked them, and angrily threw them in the direction of the North Wind Fortress.
It's just that they have never used this kind of weapon before, and they can only watch the hidden weapons fly not far away before falling to the ground powerlessly.
Although they are already huge weapons for humans, they can only be regarded as iron sticks for Goron.
Such injuries can only be regarded as a little bit of pain to them, not even comparable to the injuries they suffered in internal battles.
Gron's pupils reflected the 'tiny' dragon hunting crossbow of humans. Although such weapons had no effect on them, their eyes were also fragile.
Gruul wasn't sure that he could close his eyes quickly after launching the Dragon Hunting Crossbow. Even the specially trained flesh on his chest couldn't stop him, let alone his slightly fragile eyelids.
This is also a threat to Goron.
Although they are reckless, they are not stupid.
A race of stupidity with no regard for life has been wiped out in the long river of time.
Amidst Gruul's roar, the Grons stopped striding forward and began to slowly retreat.
Looking at Gron standing there, Pale Flame and Crimson Fury communicated quickly in the unique roar of the dragon. They were about to lure Gron to step forward and continue the task of destroying the orc siege equipment.
After finding a good entry point, they began to descend quickly, provocatively starting to spray flames not far in front of Goron.
It's just that Gruul was unexpectedly vigilant. Facing the double threat of the giant dragon and the dragon hunting crossbow, it didn't rush forward, but stayed there watching the orcs howling in the dragon flames.
Crimson Wrath began to adjust its direction, and slowly approached Goron, trying to seduce him.
Pale Flame immediately noticed its off-track behavior, and amidst its discontented growls, it pulled away a little, narrowly dodging Gruul's giant claw.
In the sight of everyone in the North Wind Fortress, the giant dragon seemed to be spraying flames next to Gronn. This behavior made them very nervous and they watched this scene intently.
As for the observers of the Dragon Hunting Crossbow, they gritted their teeth, barely stopping their desire to shoot Gruul.
Crimson Wrath also regarded Gruul's move as a provocation, made a sharp turn, passed Pale Flame, and flew straight towards Gruul.
Although it is irritable, it will not give up its own advantages, or in other words, as long as it is a giant dragon, it will not choose hand-to-hand combat.
I saw that its straight bat wings began to flap non-stop, and its height was also slowly rising.
Seeing this, Pale Flame stopped roaring, focused on the engineering equipment in front of him, and continued to spray the unfinished flames in the fire bag.
Gruul looked at the Crimson Wrath that was flying higher and higher. It couldn't attack it, so it could only crawl on the ground aggrieved, using the rock-like skin on its back to resist this wave of dragon's breath.
Crimson Fury suddenly stood up and flapped its wings backwards, spraying continuous flames towards Gruul's back.
Even though it stayed as long as possible, it still obeyed the effect of inertia, crossed Gruul's position, and flew away under the eyes of everyone.
But this was enough, the extra few tenths of a second allowed Crimson Wrath to spew out the last bit of dragon flame.
The flames burned crazily on Gruul's back, and they tended to intensify.
Seeing Gron lying motionless on the ground, the humans on the North Wind Fortress let out huge cheers.
Hearing such cheers, even the desperate orcs in the front row couldn't help but look back, and when they saw this scene, they stopped in their tracks.
All the tribe members stared blankly at the Gron burned by the flames, and even forgot the fact that they were on the battlefield. Fear began to spread and spread in their hearts.
It must be said that it is precisely because of the tradition of the orcs that they have maintained such a prosperous force. Hundreds of years ago, their thinking was still warlike and victorious.
After being driven to the orc prairie, under the guidance of the old chief, their thinking went to the extreme of war and death.
Only a few years ago, under Hellscream's reign, did they begin to regain their glory and tradition.
This made them choose to protect themselves in the first place to gain a chance of survival.
Even Hellscream stopped subconsciously, feeling the despair for the first time, if even Gruul, the most powerful of Gorons, couldn't resist.
So who else can resist these giant dragons hanging high above the sky.
"Charge forward, warriors of the Horde, to draw the dragon's fire for our gronn allies.
We've run out of food, and we can only die powerless if we stay here.
The facts are so cruel, let us choose a glorious death in battle!
Blood and thunder!Power and glory!For the Horde! "
In the end, Hellscream shouted word by word.
The words of Hellscream echoed throughout the orc army, and the words of the orc warriors who were inspired continued to pass on. Its words shaped a more cruel ending for the orcs.
Since it's all about death, why not choose an honorable death in battle.
"For the tribe!"
"Orcs are never slaves!"
The reckless gene began to boil and dance in their blood, and the fear of the dragon began to fade in their hearts.
In other words, under the stimulation of fear, they have fallen into madness.
The orcs kept roaring and rushed towards the North Wind Fortress with a chaotic rage, like a group of demons dancing wildly.
At this time, the fire bags of the two young dragons were also fully charged. Affected by the crimson wrath, the two dragons refused to give in to each other and rushed towards the fast-moving siege ladders.
That's where the ogres and chieftains were headed.
They flew interlaced with each other, soaring towards the established target at a lower altitude.
As the distance drew closer, a sea of flames spewed out from their throats, igniting everything on the ground.
Seeing this, Hellscream let out a roar, waved his blood roar, and left the team and rushed towards the two little dragons.
Everything on the ground cannot be hidden from the two little dragons, and they have no reason to shrink back from such a provocation.
They put away the flames sprayed from their mouths, roared and went straight to meet them.
"die!"
After Hellscream took a step, holding the Gorehowl in his hand high, he leaped up and leaped towards a little dragon.
Seeing the Hellscream soaring into the sky, the little dragon just closed its eyes, and at the same time spewed out the pre-reserved flames from its mouth.
This is what Hellscream didn't expect, after his previous observation, these two little dragons should have no longer the dragon flames.
However, the matter had come to this point, and it had no way out in the air, so it could only slam down the blood howl in its hand against the flames.
"Go and support the chief."
Cross looked at Hellscream engulfed by the flames, and led the chiefs to support him.
Hellscream's blood howl slashed at the scales on the little dragon's head, a huge spark burst out first, then it sank into the flesh, and then hit the hard skull.
Hellscream also collided with the creases on the little dragon's head. Under the collision, Hellscream spat out a mouthful of blood, and rose up weakly in the roll.
The little dragon was so attacked that his head felt dizzy. It subconsciously folded its wings and narrowly avoided several chiefs. It fell hard to the ground and slid far away.
Seeing Hellscream still burning in the flames and the bleeding dragon lying on the ground not far away, Cross gritted his teeth and ran towards Hellscream quickly.
It's not that it doesn't want the title of dragon slayer warrior, but now this battlefield needs Hellscream to survive.
Simply because their situation is not good, at least not in the way they expected.
Only when Hellscream stands up again can everyone's morale be further stimulated. Although the tribe at this time has already raised their courage.
But they haven't started the most difficult siege battle yet. Now that Gruul's life and death are unknown and the Grons are at a standstill, they need Hellscream to survive.
Become a living dragon slayer warrior and a living legend!
The other little dragon looked at her husband who fell to the ground (due to the number of dragons, they have always been inbred). It roared, calling its parents and preparing to land.
Crimson Fury and Pale Flame heard this mournful roar, turned around the huge dragon head, saw their son who fell to the ground and his life and death were unknown, and gave up the idea of entangled Gron.
Seeing the little dragon with its eyes closed and motionless on the ground, the ogre and orcs around would naturally not let go of this good opportunity, and they rushed forward brandishing various weapons.
At this moment, the little dragon's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing its vertical pupils, and the aliens who surrounded him jumped in fright.
It stood up first, another little dragon landed directly among the orcs, and countless blood stains exploded under its feet.
The two little dragons looked at each other, and didn't choose to stay here any longer. They roared in one direction, and then directly took big steps to charge.
They opened their huge dragon mouths, ignoring their weapons, and bit them directly. With wings, claws and powerful tail flicks, they quickly protruded out.
After rushing a certain distance, they flew directly into the sky, and amidst the roar of Pale Flame, they flew directly towards the Dragon Terrace of the North Wind Fortress.
At this moment, the 'dead' Gruul stood up, the spikes on its back were burning red.
While waving its claws, it pulled out the red spikes on its back one by one, threw them on the ground, and let out a thunderous roar.
Like a demon returning from the abyss, it exudes an aura unique to ancient beasts.
"Grons, charge with me and destroy the North Wind Fortress of humans."
Gruul, who was hit hard by this, understood a truth, Gron will never catch up with the speed of the dragon, as long as they want to, they can play Gron to death.
That being the case, then destroy the North Wind Fortress they guard, and see if they choose to fight or leave, no matter what they choose, they will achieve their goal of revenge.
The flames on Hellscream's body were almost extinguished, and the chiefs quickly took out their weapons and quickly dug up all the sand on the ground onto the great chief's body.
The flames quickly extinguished after losing the combustion aid of the air. They quickly turned over the dirt on Hellscream's body, emitting a strong smell of burning.
Seeing the great chief who was scorched black all over, Cross reached out and touched it directly, "Great chief, wake up, the orcs still need your guidance, we are still fighting."
I don't know if it was the shouts of the chiefs or the will of Hellscream, it suddenly moved while it was motionless.
Then turned over and opened its eyes, it didn't care about the scorched body, but started to look for the dragon that was chopped by it.
It just searched around but couldn't find it. Disappointment flashed in its eyes, and it realized that the Gorehowl in its hand had disappeared.
Soon, it discovered something unusual about Chief Shadow Moon. It took a deep breath and stood up directly, "Bring me my Blood Roar, Cross."
Seeing that there was no movement, Hellscream came directly to Cross and stretched out its scorched palm, "I don't want to say it a second time, Cross, my patience is exhausted."
"Great chief, you are seriously injured now, and you need to rest well. You just need to stand here, which is the best encouragement for the orcs."
Faced with Hellscream's request, Cross just stared at it with his eyes wide open, without any intention of obeying.
It's just that Hellscream has indeed lost his patience as he said. It turned into a fist and directly bombarded Cross's abdomen, and Goreroar also fell directly to the ground.
Hellscream grabbed Gorehowl and rushed directly towards the front line, because it had already seen the Gorons running wildly.
Success or failure, in one fell swoop.
'Hellscream is such a proud surname. 'With this in mind, Cross roared loudly: "Orcs, charge with your great chief."
The scorched Hellscream was very eye-catching on the battlefield. Countless members of the tribe saw it running wildly, and they roared "for the tribe" and accelerated the pace of charging.
Even with the help of the giant dragon, there are still a considerable number of orc siege equipment, and they have no formation, and the distribution is abnormally scattered.
Under such circumstances, the dragon has no good way.
(End of this chapter)
"Listen to my order, wait for Goron to enter the range, and don't make senseless attacks."
The great power of the dragon-hunting crossbow was at the expense of the reloading speed. He had to be the first to warn, in order to prevent the soldiers from shooting the dragon-hunting crossbow in their hands because of nervousness.
At the same time, the coach's voice also calmed down the soldiers' slightly nervous mood.
Some hammermen who were already preparing to activate the dragon hunting crossbow hurriedly exerted their strength, barely passing the hammer past the activation device.
Only then did they realize that the hand holding the hammer was covered with sweat.
However, several dragon hunting crossbows were still activated, and the surrounding soldiers did not watch the results, but began to turn the winch quickly and reload under the scolding of the observers.
Several black awns shot from the top of the north wind, because they shot downwards horizontally.
So after exceeding the range of the shot, they broke away from the head they were aiming at and headed for the bottom of Goron's neck.
The Grons took it for granted that this was the case, but they were so proud that they didn't take it seriously.
Only giant dragons are worthy of being their opponents, and it is precisely because of this heart that the steel crossbow unstoppably pierced through the flesh on Goron's chest.
With a 'ding', it stuck on the collarbone in front of their chests, causing several Grons to roar.
Exceeding the range does not mean that they have no power, but that they cannot reach the maximum power.
Gron pulled out the hidden weapons that attacked them, and angrily threw them in the direction of the North Wind Fortress.
It's just that they have never used this kind of weapon before, and they can only watch the hidden weapons fly not far away before falling to the ground powerlessly.
Although they are already huge weapons for humans, they can only be regarded as iron sticks for Goron.
Such injuries can only be regarded as a little bit of pain to them, not even comparable to the injuries they suffered in internal battles.
Gron's pupils reflected the 'tiny' dragon hunting crossbow of humans. Although such weapons had no effect on them, their eyes were also fragile.
Gruul wasn't sure that he could close his eyes quickly after launching the Dragon Hunting Crossbow. Even the specially trained flesh on his chest couldn't stop him, let alone his slightly fragile eyelids.
This is also a threat to Goron.
Although they are reckless, they are not stupid.
A race of stupidity with no regard for life has been wiped out in the long river of time.
Amidst Gruul's roar, the Grons stopped striding forward and began to slowly retreat.
Looking at Gron standing there, Pale Flame and Crimson Fury communicated quickly in the unique roar of the dragon. They were about to lure Gron to step forward and continue the task of destroying the orc siege equipment.
After finding a good entry point, they began to descend quickly, provocatively starting to spray flames not far in front of Goron.
It's just that Gruul was unexpectedly vigilant. Facing the double threat of the giant dragon and the dragon hunting crossbow, it didn't rush forward, but stayed there watching the orcs howling in the dragon flames.
Crimson Wrath began to adjust its direction, and slowly approached Goron, trying to seduce him.
Pale Flame immediately noticed its off-track behavior, and amidst its discontented growls, it pulled away a little, narrowly dodging Gruul's giant claw.
In the sight of everyone in the North Wind Fortress, the giant dragon seemed to be spraying flames next to Gronn. This behavior made them very nervous and they watched this scene intently.
As for the observers of the Dragon Hunting Crossbow, they gritted their teeth, barely stopping their desire to shoot Gruul.
Crimson Wrath also regarded Gruul's move as a provocation, made a sharp turn, passed Pale Flame, and flew straight towards Gruul.
Although it is irritable, it will not give up its own advantages, or in other words, as long as it is a giant dragon, it will not choose hand-to-hand combat.
I saw that its straight bat wings began to flap non-stop, and its height was also slowly rising.
Seeing this, Pale Flame stopped roaring, focused on the engineering equipment in front of him, and continued to spray the unfinished flames in the fire bag.
Gruul looked at the Crimson Wrath that was flying higher and higher. It couldn't attack it, so it could only crawl on the ground aggrieved, using the rock-like skin on its back to resist this wave of dragon's breath.
Crimson Fury suddenly stood up and flapped its wings backwards, spraying continuous flames towards Gruul's back.
Even though it stayed as long as possible, it still obeyed the effect of inertia, crossed Gruul's position, and flew away under the eyes of everyone.
But this was enough, the extra few tenths of a second allowed Crimson Wrath to spew out the last bit of dragon flame.
The flames burned crazily on Gruul's back, and they tended to intensify.
Seeing Gron lying motionless on the ground, the humans on the North Wind Fortress let out huge cheers.
Hearing such cheers, even the desperate orcs in the front row couldn't help but look back, and when they saw this scene, they stopped in their tracks.
All the tribe members stared blankly at the Gron burned by the flames, and even forgot the fact that they were on the battlefield. Fear began to spread and spread in their hearts.
It must be said that it is precisely because of the tradition of the orcs that they have maintained such a prosperous force. Hundreds of years ago, their thinking was still warlike and victorious.
After being driven to the orc prairie, under the guidance of the old chief, their thinking went to the extreme of war and death.
Only a few years ago, under Hellscream's reign, did they begin to regain their glory and tradition.
This made them choose to protect themselves in the first place to gain a chance of survival.
Even Hellscream stopped subconsciously, feeling the despair for the first time, if even Gruul, the most powerful of Gorons, couldn't resist.
So who else can resist these giant dragons hanging high above the sky.
"Charge forward, warriors of the Horde, to draw the dragon's fire for our gronn allies.
We've run out of food, and we can only die powerless if we stay here.
The facts are so cruel, let us choose a glorious death in battle!
Blood and thunder!Power and glory!For the Horde! "
In the end, Hellscream shouted word by word.
The words of Hellscream echoed throughout the orc army, and the words of the orc warriors who were inspired continued to pass on. Its words shaped a more cruel ending for the orcs.
Since it's all about death, why not choose an honorable death in battle.
"For the tribe!"
"Orcs are never slaves!"
The reckless gene began to boil and dance in their blood, and the fear of the dragon began to fade in their hearts.
In other words, under the stimulation of fear, they have fallen into madness.
The orcs kept roaring and rushed towards the North Wind Fortress with a chaotic rage, like a group of demons dancing wildly.
At this time, the fire bags of the two young dragons were also fully charged. Affected by the crimson wrath, the two dragons refused to give in to each other and rushed towards the fast-moving siege ladders.
That's where the ogres and chieftains were headed.
They flew interlaced with each other, soaring towards the established target at a lower altitude.
As the distance drew closer, a sea of flames spewed out from their throats, igniting everything on the ground.
Seeing this, Hellscream let out a roar, waved his blood roar, and left the team and rushed towards the two little dragons.
Everything on the ground cannot be hidden from the two little dragons, and they have no reason to shrink back from such a provocation.
They put away the flames sprayed from their mouths, roared and went straight to meet them.
"die!"
After Hellscream took a step, holding the Gorehowl in his hand high, he leaped up and leaped towards a little dragon.
Seeing the Hellscream soaring into the sky, the little dragon just closed its eyes, and at the same time spewed out the pre-reserved flames from its mouth.
This is what Hellscream didn't expect, after his previous observation, these two little dragons should have no longer the dragon flames.
However, the matter had come to this point, and it had no way out in the air, so it could only slam down the blood howl in its hand against the flames.
"Go and support the chief."
Cross looked at Hellscream engulfed by the flames, and led the chiefs to support him.
Hellscream's blood howl slashed at the scales on the little dragon's head, a huge spark burst out first, then it sank into the flesh, and then hit the hard skull.
Hellscream also collided with the creases on the little dragon's head. Under the collision, Hellscream spat out a mouthful of blood, and rose up weakly in the roll.
The little dragon was so attacked that his head felt dizzy. It subconsciously folded its wings and narrowly avoided several chiefs. It fell hard to the ground and slid far away.
Seeing Hellscream still burning in the flames and the bleeding dragon lying on the ground not far away, Cross gritted his teeth and ran towards Hellscream quickly.
It's not that it doesn't want the title of dragon slayer warrior, but now this battlefield needs Hellscream to survive.
Simply because their situation is not good, at least not in the way they expected.
Only when Hellscream stands up again can everyone's morale be further stimulated. Although the tribe at this time has already raised their courage.
But they haven't started the most difficult siege battle yet. Now that Gruul's life and death are unknown and the Grons are at a standstill, they need Hellscream to survive.
Become a living dragon slayer warrior and a living legend!
The other little dragon looked at her husband who fell to the ground (due to the number of dragons, they have always been inbred). It roared, calling its parents and preparing to land.
Crimson Fury and Pale Flame heard this mournful roar, turned around the huge dragon head, saw their son who fell to the ground and his life and death were unknown, and gave up the idea of entangled Gron.
Seeing the little dragon with its eyes closed and motionless on the ground, the ogre and orcs around would naturally not let go of this good opportunity, and they rushed forward brandishing various weapons.
At this moment, the little dragon's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing its vertical pupils, and the aliens who surrounded him jumped in fright.
It stood up first, another little dragon landed directly among the orcs, and countless blood stains exploded under its feet.
The two little dragons looked at each other, and didn't choose to stay here any longer. They roared in one direction, and then directly took big steps to charge.
They opened their huge dragon mouths, ignoring their weapons, and bit them directly. With wings, claws and powerful tail flicks, they quickly protruded out.
After rushing a certain distance, they flew directly into the sky, and amidst the roar of Pale Flame, they flew directly towards the Dragon Terrace of the North Wind Fortress.
At this moment, the 'dead' Gruul stood up, the spikes on its back were burning red.
While waving its claws, it pulled out the red spikes on its back one by one, threw them on the ground, and let out a thunderous roar.
Like a demon returning from the abyss, it exudes an aura unique to ancient beasts.
"Grons, charge with me and destroy the North Wind Fortress of humans."
Gruul, who was hit hard by this, understood a truth, Gron will never catch up with the speed of the dragon, as long as they want to, they can play Gron to death.
That being the case, then destroy the North Wind Fortress they guard, and see if they choose to fight or leave, no matter what they choose, they will achieve their goal of revenge.
The flames on Hellscream's body were almost extinguished, and the chiefs quickly took out their weapons and quickly dug up all the sand on the ground onto the great chief's body.
The flames quickly extinguished after losing the combustion aid of the air. They quickly turned over the dirt on Hellscream's body, emitting a strong smell of burning.
Seeing the great chief who was scorched black all over, Cross reached out and touched it directly, "Great chief, wake up, the orcs still need your guidance, we are still fighting."
I don't know if it was the shouts of the chiefs or the will of Hellscream, it suddenly moved while it was motionless.
Then turned over and opened its eyes, it didn't care about the scorched body, but started to look for the dragon that was chopped by it.
It just searched around but couldn't find it. Disappointment flashed in its eyes, and it realized that the Gorehowl in its hand had disappeared.
Soon, it discovered something unusual about Chief Shadow Moon. It took a deep breath and stood up directly, "Bring me my Blood Roar, Cross."
Seeing that there was no movement, Hellscream came directly to Cross and stretched out its scorched palm, "I don't want to say it a second time, Cross, my patience is exhausted."
"Great chief, you are seriously injured now, and you need to rest well. You just need to stand here, which is the best encouragement for the orcs."
Faced with Hellscream's request, Cross just stared at it with his eyes wide open, without any intention of obeying.
It's just that Hellscream has indeed lost his patience as he said. It turned into a fist and directly bombarded Cross's abdomen, and Goreroar also fell directly to the ground.
Hellscream grabbed Gorehowl and rushed directly towards the front line, because it had already seen the Gorons running wildly.
Success or failure, in one fell swoop.
'Hellscream is such a proud surname. 'With this in mind, Cross roared loudly: "Orcs, charge with your great chief."
The scorched Hellscream was very eye-catching on the battlefield. Countless members of the tribe saw it running wildly, and they roared "for the tribe" and accelerated the pace of charging.
Even with the help of the giant dragon, there are still a considerable number of orc siege equipment, and they have no formation, and the distribution is abnormally scattered.
Under such circumstances, the dragon has no good way.
(End of this chapter)
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