"No!" Tangul screamed, watching Bai En slip away from the bonebreaker. Insight into the power of the crystal ball allowed him to observe the scene up close. He glanced at the horrified and worried expression on the human face, feeling a thrilled expectation, because the bonebreaker was about to stretch out his claws, pull the human arm off, and then wait in the eyes of Bae in fright , Eat it up-but when the mule pulled the carriage and suddenly accelerated, he was startled again.

All this is too unfair.

However, just before the end of the human race is due to him, these stupid animals have saved him, which to some extent reflects the human luck. It is embarrassing that this human is actually alive, without any harm, rather than writhing in pain. Tanguer once painfully doubted whether Bai En was born to obstruct him, and then pushed the idea aside. He passed on the idea to the bonebreaker again: What are you waiting for, idiot beast? Catch up with him! Follow him! Hurry! fast! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Because of the sudden acceleration, Bai En rolled in the back seat of the carriage, instinctively wanting to stand. He heard Warwick calling mules, trying to calm them down and control them. Bai En once doubted whether it was wise to do so. At their current speed, they are at least ahead of the great ogre, aren't they?

When he finally moved his hands under him, he knelt up. When he put his head out of the tailgate, he saw that the monster was chasing them and approaching at an alarming speed. Its long stride moves across the ground as fast as any warhorse. Its yellow sharp teeth flashed faintly under the light of the fuel lamp. Its long tongue sticks out of the mouth. It waved its paws angrily. Once he approaches the claws, he will die, and Bai En has no doubt about it.

He withdrew his sword into the sheath, pulled out a three-barrel musket with good bullets, adjusted the trigger to the position of simultaneous firing, and then tried to aim at the monster's head, but it was difficult to do so in a fast-moving carriage. In order not to waste the opportunity to shoot, Bai En had to aim down at the monster's chest and then pull the trigger.

There was a loud noise, and the firelight sprayed from the muzzle, and then the huge recoil produced by the explosion made his arm holding the gun numb, almost unable to hold the gun. But he didn't care about it, but hurried to check the damage caused by the musket to the monster.

The sprinting monster was stopped by this shot, and it seemed that he could n’t believe what was happening. There were three one-finger-shaped holes in the chest and shoulders, and black blood was coming out, but it did not seem to be This time the attack was defeated.

Bai En can clearly see that the blood flowing out of the wound quickly stopped, and this attack seemed to irritate the other party completely. The other party roared again and chased it up again on all fours.

Damn, Bai En cursed, this was his most powerful blow. Perhaps the use of "spirit" can cause more serious damage, but when thinking of fighting such a huge monster close-by, Bai En has no interest, and he quickly tries to reload the hot musket.

At this moment, he heard the sound of metal rolling on the carriage floor, and then felt something cold and hard rubbing his legs. He leaned over and found that it was a bomb of Warwick. It must have rolled off the carriage seat when the animals suddenly accelerated. The thought of this stuff seemed extremely unstable, he almost dropped that thing on the ground. He felt that it could explode at any time; in fact, what surprised him instead was that it had not exploded yet. He just wanted to throw it out as soon as possible and as much as possible, when he suddenly thought that this is exactly what he should do.

He inserted the musket back into the holster on his belt, groping for the ball in front of him, struggling to grab it, when the carriage rocked again, and he hit the wooden side wall in pain. In the half-light and half-dark light, he could see the firing pin on the top of the bomb and the complicated and heavy machinery on the bottom. He frantically tried to recall how it works. Let's see: you pull this pin, then the clip will close, and then you have five-no!-Four heartbeats. Yes, that's it.

He looked up again. The ogre rat approached again. It looks like it will catch up with them soon. After a while, it would jump behind the carriage, tearing his flesh with that terrible claws and fangs. Bai En wanted to wait again, but he finally decided he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled the pin.

When the pin was released, he felt a resistance, and then a long and soft thing was suddenly pulled out of his hand. As he did so, he noticed a spark at the top of the bomb. There seems to be a string attached to the pin, and the string attached to some kind of mechanically operated flint. When you pull the pin, flint is hit and the lead is lit. When he quickly counted to three, all these thoughts flashed casually in his mind.

One. The ogre was only a few steps away from him, moving incredibly fast, and its terrible expression of hunger and anger distorted its face. Behind him, he could hear Warwick yelling "Wow--"

two. The monster was so close, Bai En almost counted the number of its huge fangs. He anxiously realized that huge claws were reaching out to try to catch him. He knew that the other party would not let him live. Maybe he should throw a bomb now. Warwick called "Ah-"

three. Bai En dropped a bomb. It made an arc to the monster, and the fizzy lead left a spark behind it. The ogren opened his mouth wide and gave a roar of victory-and then the bomb flew in. The carriage bumped again, knocking Bain to the ground and falling heavily on the board. Warwick finished screaming, "--ah--!"

The time seems to be extended to an hour. Bai En lay on the floor of the carriage, panting, thinking of the bombs that Warwick said were usually useless. He could feel the huge razor-like claws buried in his neck at any time Was lifted up behind the carriage. He shook his teeth, trying to touch the hilt, preparing himself to look a little braver before he died. Then he heard a dull muffled noise, and then something terribly damp and jelly splashed on his hair and face. After a while, Bai En realized that he was covered in the blood and brain of the monster.

Tangul watched the bonebreaker's head explode and cursed the stupid beast for a long time. This is true, he thought: if you want to nibble a bone, you have to nibble yourself. This abominable, unreliable monster was so close. Bai En was almost under his control.

If the stupid beast did not swallow the bomb, the human would now roll on the ground in pain. It was almost like the bonebreaker did it on purpose, just to disappoint him. Maybe this monster is a gang with his hidden enemy. Perhaps its idiot brain has been tampered with during its creation. After all, something weirder than this happened.

Tangul bit his tail in frustration and issued hundreds of angry swears at each opponent in the bonebreaker, Bai En, and the horde group he could think of. If a purely malicious desire is sufficient, their bones will be filled with molten lead, their heads will explode, and their internal organs will become rotten pus at that moment.

Unfortunately, these beautiful things even surpassed Tangul's ability to cast spells in this range. In the end, he calmed down and satisfied himself with the idea that there is more than one way to peel a baby's skin. He once again brought his perspective to the wider battlefield.

Fortunately, everything went well here. Tanguer saw at a glance that most of the dwarven troops had been arranged in a square formation, ready to resist the ratmen troops attacked on both sides. The initial charge has reached the dwarf defense. It hit it, just like the sea hit a rock, but at least the storm commandos are still fighting.

As more clans and slaves flocked into the melee, slowly, the importance of numbers began to accentuate. As he watched, a dense dwarf defensive unit began to disintegrate, and scuffles became closer and more common. In this case, a large number of rats is a considerable advantage.

Tangul saw a dwarf warrior slamming a storm commando with his hammer, but was jumped up from behind by a rat slave. Just as the dwarf frantically wanted to drive away the enemies he was holding tightly, he was like a deer surrounded by hounds, dragged down by the horde companions.

When he disappeared under the body of a bunch of ratmen, he made a final blow with a hammer, smashing the skull of a tribal ratman, and fragments of blood, brain plasma and skulls were scattered everywhere. Tangul had no compassion for the dead Ratmen. He was happy to exchange this price for a dwarf with a heartbeat. There are always more stupid fighters from their hometowns. Tangul knew that of all the ratmen, only he was truly irreplaceable.

Tangul happily watched the green flame erupt from a magic stone flamethrower, burned a group of dwarves to ashes, melted their armor, ignited their beards, and turned them into skeletons first, and then At the moment of the heartbeat, it became dust blown by the wind.

It is a pity that when they disappeared into a huge green fireball and were killed by their own failed weapons, Tangul is considering rewarding this team of weapons. Nonetheless, Tangul thought, well, at least they died for a greater cause-his cause.

Slowly and firmly, the situation on the whole battlefield is changing in favor of the Ratmen. The dwarves were disciplined, brave and stupid, but they were caught off-guard by surprise. Many of them do not have armor and only equip the hammers they used to work with.

They caused incredible casualties on the Ratmen, but these are meaningless. Tangul doesn't care if they slaughtered all his troops ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ as long as the dwarves died before the end of this evening. So far, he sincerely congratulates himself that things are proceeding according to his plan-except for the corner of the battlefield.

Although everything was as he thought, he turned his attention to this riot. Somehow, he was not surprised when he discovered that two burly dwarf figures were rampaging in his army, opening up a **** killing path. One of them recognized Guerrogan's annoying image at a glance.

The other is strange to Tangul, but it is equally terrifying in his own way. Grey Rogan only fought with the powerful axe, while the other dwarf held a small axe in one hand and a big hammer in the other.

These two people caused huge casualties. At least one rat-man fell per blow. Sometimes, Grerogan will use his axe to split through several bodies at once, splitting the flesh and bones of the ratmen into pieces, just like splitting firewood. At that moment, Tangul was willing to pay any price in exchange for the appearance of some rifle squads. He would order the cunning snipers to kill these two terrible guys from a distance. Nevertheless, there is no point in praying for something that is not available. He must do something by himself.

His initial strategy was to convey his ideas to the leaders of the two forces, pull them from the main battlefield of the melee, and fight the two dwarves. Regrettably, this will reduce the pressure on the dwarves who have been besieged by the Ratmen Army, but it is also necessary. Tangul knew that he could not risk letting these two dwarves free to kill. This sounds reasonable, but also fulfills his personal desire that Guerrerogan and his companions should die.