Dwarves

When Zul'ra arrived with the wolf-riding marauders, they saw some Orcs at the front of the team. Warrior is fighting with a group of "children". Although each of the "children" is less than one and a half meters tall, they are all wearing strong helmets and thick armor, wielding axes, spears and thick swords in their hands, and each has beards of different lengths and styles on their chins. They are a group of Dwarves.🐻💥  🐜✌

"Lok'tar ogar!" Looking at their companions fighting, several wolf-riding marauders let out a loud roar and rushed into the battlefield with Worg in an instant. Zul'ra was a little unprepared, but he still reached out and grabbed Skrinjer who was rushing out beside him.

"Go and protect everyone, let everyone bypass the battlefield and rush to Arathi Highlands, go quickly." Zul'ra shouted, and then rushed onto the battlefield. Skrinjer looked at the killing in the distance, grinned slightly, but turned back to follow the instructions.

On the battlefield, Dwarves and Orcs were fighting together. The number of Dwarves and Warrior was smaller, but they fought bravely and were fully clothed. Wearing strong helmets and thick armor, and in addition to Warrior, they also have some musketeers wearing scale armor, standing under the cover of Warrior, constantly loading Aimed Shot.

Amidst the crackling sounds, fighting Orcs's body burst out with blood from time to time, and even his head exploded directly. Zul'ra looked at the situation and couldn't help but stretched himself out and made a big jump, and then made another big jump after jumping half the battlefield.

Like a praying mantis, Zul'ra instantly jumped over Dwarves Warrior's defense line fell in front of the Dwarves musketeers who could not react. He raised his foot and kicked one of the Dwarves musketeers until he vomited blood and flew backwards. You must know that Thrall left these Orcss under his care. Every time one of these Orcss died, it was a slap in his face.

Out of anger at being slapped in the face, Zul'ra also acted cruelly. He held up his cane and swung it several times, as if playing golf. He whipped the Dwarves musketeers staggering, then caught up and kicked them, disrupting their formation.

The muskets in the hands of those Dwarves are all long-handled, and they dare not fire randomly at close range. However, they have axe-blade bayonets tied under the front ends of their guns, which can be used for close combat. However, facing Zul'ra's attack, there is nothing they can do.

On one side, Zul'ra burst into the Musketeers' formation, disrupting Dwarves's formation. On the other side, Orcs's were also like a wave, scattering Dwarves Warrior's formation. They had previously fought against these dwarfs and suffered a lot because of their height.

Dwarves was less than 1.5 meters tall. When fighting with them, Orcs always bent down subconsciously, thus falling into the lower third lane that Dwarves was good at, and because they did not have enough protective measures, they were seriously injured. However, after seeing Zul'ra rushing into the enemy formation, they learned the lesson, swinging the tomahawks and sledgehammers in their hands, and then stepped forward and kicked violently.

In an instant, the battlefield became chaotic, and Dwarves's formation was in chaos. Orcs rushed to Zul'ra's side, stretched out his hands to grab those Dwarves musketeers by their necks, and then smashed them to the ground with all their strength, or smashed their war hammers on the opponent's head like a mole.

"I'm coming." Just when the Dwarvess were at a disadvantage on the battlefield and were about to be defeated, a loud roar came from far and near. Zul'ra heard the sound and looked around, only to see a Dwarves in the distance running from the hills over there, throwing the warhammer in his hand as he ran. The warhammer kept spinning, and arcs of electricity condensed on the hammer.

Zul'ra looked at the whirling route of the war hammer, his eyes couldn't help but his eyes quickened, and he quickly grabbed a Orcs In front of Warrior, he waved his cane vigorously with both hands, like hitting a baseball, and knocked the flying warhammer aside. After the warhammer wrapped in electric arc was whipped away, it drew an arc and was steadily taken back into the hands of Dwarves who ran closer from a distance.

"Pick up the weapon, pick up the weapon, I'll kill him." Dwarves was not wearing a helmet. He had blond hair, even a golden beard, and thick brass armor. He held a war hammer in one hand and a hand ax in the other. He opened his mouth and let out a loud roar, trying to revive the suppressed Dwarves's fighting spirit, and then rushed towards Zul'ra who had just blocked his war hammer.

"...!" Zul'ra looked at Dwarves, who was rushing towards him, with two fierce glints flashing in his eyes, and he stepped forward to meet him. When he was about to make contact with the opponent, he turned around and leaped up, intending to attack from behind Dwarves.

The moment Zul'ra turned around and jumped up, the Dwarves also stopped and raised his waist. The warhammer in his hand used the strength of his waist to hit the ground hard, causing a pit to sink into the ground, and the edges of the pit were cracked layer by layer.

As Dwarves's war hammer hit the ground, an invisible wave centered on the impact point of Dwarves's war hammer and swayed to the surrounding ground. Anyone standing in the area who was hit by this wave of Shockwave would inevitably fall into a coma. However, Zul'ra was leaping up and half hanging in the sky. When he fell, Shockwave had already passed.

"Go to hell." Zul'ra floated down behind Dwarves. Not knowing that he had avoided the opponent's moves, he grabbed his cane and stabbed the opponent in the back of the head.

"Roar!" Before the tip of an adult human's cane, which was two fingers thick, touched the back of Dwarves's head, a muffled roar came from that Dwarves's body, and Zul'ra felt the strength on the cane become stronger.

This dwarf's head was harder than iron. Zul'ra stared slightly. Before he could finish his thoughts, he saw that Dwarves's body instantly expanded as if he was blowing air, and the thick armor that was originally attached to his body was suddenly stretched up.

"Look at this move, eh." Leader Dwarves felt something hit him on the back of his head. After reacting, he turned around and looked at the tall Trolls behind him who had his cane pointed at the back of his head for a long time. He shouted, waving his warhammer and hand ax and prepared to go forward to fight. However, his sight was occupied by a wooden footboard, and he fell down uncontrollably.

"Avatar?" Zul'ra stepped on the face of leader Dwarves, trampling him directly to the ground. Looking at his neck, ears and wrists exposed outside the armor, his eyes widened. Those necks, ears and wrists changed from pink to metallic silver gray.

"Damn it Trolls, I'm going to kill you, how dare you insult me." Dwarves looked at the wooden shoe board on his face and felt that he was being stepped on his face and knocked down. He couldn't help but let out an angry roar and chopped off the calf that was stepping on his face with his hand ax.

"Really." Zul'ra calmly withdrew his legs and looked at Dwarves, whose whole body turned silver-gray and whose body was a bit bigger. He walked around behind him in two steps and hit him on the back of the head. However, except for the shock that made his hands numb, it had no effect. The Dwarves opposite him was still alive and kicking.

"Damn, damn, I swear in the name of the mountain, I, Fandral·Stormpike will definitely kill you, Trolls." Dwarves received a stick on the back of the head. He turned around and looked around, only to see that all his Warriors had been trampled under the feet of Orcs. He couldn't help but stare at Zul'ra and said something, then he turned around and wanted to run away.