Chapter 420 The Torn Defense Line

"Roar!" The roaring dwarf berserker turned into the wildest "ferocious beast". There was no enemy under the round battle axe. These throne guards pushed forward firmly, any half-orc who wanted to stop them They were already lying at their feet.

"Boom!" The dwarf berserker, whose perception has been significantly enhanced, just knocked away the heavy crossbow arrow with a single blow of his axe. Among the flying wood chips, the not tall but unusually burly figure jumped out like a strong wind. !

"Brush!" As the fighting ax was retracted and released, at least a dozen orcs were chopped off by Lazy!

"Go in! Kill them!" Thorin looked at the Orcs' equipment that had started to move. Now only the two sides can effectively restrain the Orcs' war equipment from functioning! After all, the dwarves don't have many war equipment, which can only be said to be adequate. The long journey makes the dwarves unable to carry too many war equipment. After all, not everyone has the system space like Roland.

"Stop them! You pigs! Take up arms! Stop them!" The orc officers and lords whipped their soldiers and drove them to fight to the death with the dwarves.

"The overall situation has been decided!" Thorin let out a sigh of relief.

Not far away, the dwarf army was rushing over quickly. They chopped down the orcs who were trying to block the way and then directly entangled themselves with the orc army. Suddenly, the orcs behind them were numb, because the dwarves were already low. After the short figure blended into the crowd of orcs, he seemed to disappear in an instant. You could only vaguely see the orcs falling to the ground one after another, letting out ear-piercing wails...

"Come forward! Stop them! You damn guys!" The Orc lords are still tirelessly driving ordinary Orcs into the meat grinder on the front line. These are armed with spears and iron sheets that are no different from wooden sticks. Cannon-fodder half-orcs who don't know how to distinguish machetes are also the lowest level among half-orcs. In other words, they are not human at all. Not only do their enemies never look at them, but their own people also despise them. After all, they are known as blacks. The existence of skinned cannon fodder has no advantages except large quantities and sufficient control...

"Are those bastards crazy?" Thorin spat, clenched the beast-biting sword in his hand, and desperately led his men to withstand the orcs' counterattack.

The senior lords and officers of the orcs could no longer control that much. They picked up their heavy crossbows and fired at the place with the most people! Most of them were shot and killed by their own people, but some dwarves were still shot and sacrificed! The terrifying power of the heavy crossbow was enough to nail the dwarf's iron can to the ground. Looking at the corpse of the dwarf warrior whose arms were hanging down weakly, all the dwarves' eyes turned red.

"This won't work! Thorin!" Dwalin shouted. Being trapped in a tug-of-war with an orc without any danger was not the scene they expected to see.

"Order our right wing to tear apart the orcs' defense line! We retreat to Moria!" Thorin gritted his teeth and glanced at the Moria cave not far away.

"Let the dragon eagle knights act according to the situation! Let's go!" Thorin blocked the orc's machete with a knife, and with a wave of his backhand, a human head rose into the sky. Under the heroic impact of the dwarf king, the orc's defense was shaken again. got up.

But how could the orcs with their absolute numerical advantage give up so easily? Goblin soldiers from the Misty Mountains joined the battle. Those weak, pale, and ferocious Goblin soldiers were smashed into the soil one by one by the dwarves like nails... That's right. Just smash it in... Those goblins with a combat power of 5 or not are like toads lying on their feet - they are disgusting if they don't bite.

"Bang!" With a dwarf warrior's hard collision, the front suddenly became clear! The last orc who tried to stop him fell! They killed the entire orc right wing alive.

"Go in! Retreat to Moria!" Thorin looked at the Goblins and Orcs coming like a tide in the distance of the Misty Mountains. He could only order the troops to retreat in grief and anger, and finally he chose to join forces with Balin. …

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"How is the situation?" Thorin was the last one to retreat into the east gate of Moria. The crossbow arrows he fired had already made his arm numb and the tiger's mouth burst open.

"At least more than three hundred of our brothers will never get up again, and there are thousands more injured..." Dwalin came over and patted Thorin on the shoulder, feeling a little depressed.

"My brother, you will be fine!" Thorin couldn't bear to watch Dvalin blame himself, he comforted.

"Where are the defenders of Moria? Where is Balin?" Thorin looked around and found neither Balin nor the Moria dwarves. After all, the Yinlubo dwarf's standard armor and the Moria dwarf's standard armor were easy to distinguish. .

"Thorin! We are here!" After searching for a long time, finally a horned Rio Olioin appeared in front of Thorin with less than a hundred Moria soldiers.

"..." Thorin was stunned. He looked at the dwarf soldiers whose armors were filled with plasma and human tissue. Their bodies were trembling with excitement. Their fists were already clenching from his fists. He understood that these were the only soldiers left in Moria. ...the rest are probably sleeping in deep caves underground.

"Where's Balin..." Thorin trembled, he was afraid of hearing the news he least expected to hear.

"He was seriously injured, and we left him to watch among the women and children!" Ouli shook his head.

"Blessed by Turin!" Thorin breathed heavily, thank God! The brave and wise old fellow is still alive! Thorin almost cried with joy!

"By the way, why did you come in? Did you defeat the orcs?" Ouyin looked at Thorin.

"Those bastards are crazy! They even attacked us with our own people! We have no choice but to break through their defenses and retreat here." Thorin blushed. After all, running away is a bit embarrassing, but staying there and half The orc goblin changed his life to become cerebral palsy.

"Okay, let's have a good rest! With your joining, Moria is already impregnable!" Ori could see clearly. After all, the underground city of Moria, where nearly 3,000 dwarf soldiers were stationed, could be breached by the orcs again. If so, the defenders can wipe their necks. As long as a Balrog doesn't descend from the sky, do you want to take over Moria with the help of the orcs' rotten fish and shrimps? The dwarves smiled.

"Well, is Simon okay?" Thorin asked.

"Ximen? We only have five soldiers stationed there. No one can get in without the secret language!" Orioin looked at each other and then said to Thorin.

"No, no, no! I mean, can it still be opened there?" Thorin said.

"Thorin...you want to retreat?" Ori and Ouyin said slowly after being silent for a moment.

"No! The reinforcements from the Blue Mountains will come in from there!" Thorin shook his head and decided to retreat? As the most talented and strategic king under the mountain in so many years, King Thorin plans to beat the shit out of any orc who dares to tease the dwarf tiger's beard at the door!