658: Chapter 138: Intense Battle_6 658: Chapter 138: Intense Battle_6 “Damn it!
My six knives are all broken!” Fat Luo sat on the ground, his head covered with either sweat or rainwater, the hand that clenched a war hamr and shield, stolen at so point, trembled as if insane, and couldn’t be straightened out no matter what.
“Screw those stiff dwarves!
Their armor is too damn hard!” Gude’s strong chest rose and fell heavily.
The teor hamr in his right hand, had only a chain left, the original Vajra halberd was gone, the arm shield on his left hand had also been smashed away, and the Feilengcui’s third-generation Shaman’s Claw weapon on his palm had broken half of its five seven-inch Vajra blades, leaving only one sharp steel claw covered in nicks and mashed flesh.
“If it weren’t for these Golden Figures, we’d be dead today.” Vieri plonked himself on the ground.
The nearby O’Neal, gripping his curled counterfeit divine axe, couldn’t utter a word, and was just panting like a bellows.
Monks nervously tried to aid the seriously wounded Mastiff Warriors.
These warriors who were surrounded in the inner circle had fallen from eighty-six to eighty-three since the beginning!
If it wasn’t for the militian’s familiar tactics and tily covering, these newcors would have been chopped up into at patties long ago.
The casualty rate between the older and newer fighters was too disparate; not a single old militiaman had fallen!
Due to the protection of heavy armor, these Mastiff Warriors were also strong, none of them were dead, but most of them had broken ribs, all caused by the Gray Dwarves’ “Low Slash”.
The bloodshot eyes of Feilengcui Lord finally cald down.
He finally understood why the Gray Dwarves were fighting so desperately!
Shit, Kampas in the Sky!
Whether to call this ill-fortune or bad luck, who knew!
The torrential rain from the sky was so heavy that the ground of the Fla Mountain Valley was already filled with thick puddles.
At the beginning of the battle, Difeng Giants used a large amount of chalk powder to cover a large area of the valley to prevent the Gray Dwarves from becoming invisible.
The Blood Elf Army cleverly triggered a heavy rain, attempting to force the Hellfire Giants to retreat and then mix the chalk powder into a paste to reveal the Gray Dwarves, two birds with one stone.
Did these Blood Elves forget a chemical principle, or were they ignorant?
The rainstorm they created dug their own grave———————– the Dolomite chalk powder spread by the Difeng Giants had another common na among scholars of the Surface World: Quickli.
After quickli encounters water, it slowly begins to boil.
The heat at the beginning is not very high, because it needs to be stirred to beco boiling high-temperature li milk.
The Gray Dwarves, as good Samaritans, stirred it up well with a few thousand pairs of feet.
As a result, the temperature of this li water began to rise.
A few minutes later, when the Gray Dwarves felt sothing was wrong, their feet were already stepping into boiling water that reached their shins.
It was being boiled to the frenzy, and the ti when this panic spread was exactly when the Feilengcui militian rushed up.
Thousands of Gray Dwarves were already jamd into the valley, the retreating Dwarves couldn’t get out, as the U-shaped gap in the valley was blocked by a group of strong warriors who erged from the Gibraltar River and a group of Koutao rn.
The leading Dwarf Warriors hoped that behind the battle line constructed from a pile of corpses, there was no trace of boiling li water.
Thick corpses blocked the overflowing boiling water, and they could avoid the terrible fate of being boiled if they crossed over.
How could these Dwarves not charge forward desperately?
Wave after wave of desperate Dwarf Warriors were actually just trying to break a way out for themselves.
Those unlucky ones who were stuck in the middle had long been squeezed in the crowd, fallen to the ground with their feet boiled, and continued to be cooked.
This was why the valley was filled with horrific screams that trembled the earth, and steam and the sll of cooked at pervaded the air.
But at that ti, even Liu, let alone the militian, had no ti or room to observe this.
In fact, they had felt sothing.
The initial defense was the most suffocating and hardest, and later the pressure decreased significantly.
Many Gray Dwarves could barely stand, and their most challenging move in the beginning, the “Low Slash”, was hardly seen by the militian.
This was not because the Dwarves’ warfare was poor, but purely because they could only barely stand, how could they perform any “Low Slash” with their feet in boiling water!
The reason why these Gray Dwarves lost their invisibility attack can also be found.
Standing on the waist of the Golden Figures, Liu took a look at the valley in front of him before realizing that he had at least two thousand fewer Dwarf Warriors to deal with.
These Dwarf Warriors had no ability to charge into safety and die under their opponents’ blades, but they all lay in the boiling li water.
Thousands of acres of the range of Teapot Belly Valley have beco a scene of hell.
The size of Moore’s Army this ti was far more than Liu had initially expected.
Liu stared deeply at the bubbling froths.
There was no accumulation of quickli water in the U-shaped gap of the valley on the other side, so the Difeng Giants had not spread li powder there.
Figo and the few surviving dusa Warriors were sprawled on the ground, in front of them was a mound of corpses, their breaths were like a Larza Beast tearing its vocal cords.
One Gray Dwarven Warrior’s figure was disappearing behind Figo, yet he didn’t even make a move to reach out.
On the cliff, the Fairy Dragon and two super-level magical beasts had their eyes frozen and dull.
“Damn it~” The profanity-wielding parrot flew across the sky, flapping its soggy wings, cleaning the battlefield.
Although it didn’t have the appearance of an eagle, the little parrot already had the temperant of an eagle.
It was the only one that still retained the necessary energy to boast.
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Still three hours late, quite the sweat!!
I always find it hard to stop writing when I start, but today’s word count is bare minimum.
Sorry!!!
Really sorry!
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