"Stab it!"
The sharp barbs stuck into the connection between Forktail's back and wings.
"Roar!"
Forktail roared, circling, and its thick tail swept out.
Dwarves are extremely dexterous and can dodge quickly.
Hooks and locks covered the former's body like a spider web.
Soon, Forktail's movements became slow.
"Pull! It's all tight for me!"
The dwarves roared in the wind and snow, struggling with their arms to pull the hook straight.
Under this powerful force, even an earth dragon would lose its balance.
Forktail's body sank and he lay heavily on the rocky surface.
"Spearmen! Come on!"
Fox When the dwarf elder saw this, he knew it was a great opportunity and immediately yelled.
The dwarves holding spears stepped forward one after another, pushing away the besieging Ghoul. They raised their right hands above their heads, their muscles knotted like a horned dragon, and pierced Forktail's body with their sharp spears.
However, the scales of Forktail are very smooth and even covered with a layer of snow, making them even smoother.
The sharpened spears rubbed against the scales and slid to the ground.
But there were also several spears that pierced into the gaps in the scales, and hot blood flowed out.
"Roar!"
Forktail screamed in pain, deafening.
"Well done, kids!"
Fox Clan Elder raised his arms and cheered.
But the good times didn't last long, as Forktail's wailing attracted the surrounding Ghoul.
Especially its blood, with its pungent smell, is an excellent tonic for Ghoul.
They bared their teeth and claws, turned around, and ran towards the position of Forktail.
"Ho ho ho!"
The intensive roaring sound was like a wild dog launching a general attack.
"Ah!"
A dwarf who was holding Forktail with a hook lock was scratched on the back by Ghoul, and his body was quickly thrown to the snow.
Immediately afterwards, screams followed one after another.
The hooks and locks on Forktail's body have become soft one by one, and there is a playful look in the amber vertical pupils. The strong hind limbs are arched, and the muscles are contracting. It is accumulating strength and waiting for the opportunity.
Elder Fox Clan rushed forward and collided with Ghoul. The sharp ax fell and cut open the head of Ghoul. The muddy blood splashed on the snow, and Blizzard blocked his vision.
"Damn it! Damn it! Stop these beasts!"
Forktail took advantage of the dwarf's air defense, stood up suddenly, and spun quickly.
The restraints on his body broke, and the sharp forked tail drew a black full moon in Blizzard.
A sharp sound broke through the air, bringing out a red blood line.
"Ah!"
The dwarf screamed.
"Roar!"
Forktail spread its wings and roared with joy.
Especially the increasingly rich smell of blood in the air made it extremely excited.
Saliva kept falling from his mouth.
It is very hungry, very hungry!
It wants to go on a killing spree and have a feast.
Suddenly, in the snowy sky, a black shadow flashed across his sight.
Arwen swept out quickly and walked close to the ground.
Giant Centipede The strange [Crouching Ambush] operates, and when paired with [Shadow Walking] it is as fast as lightning.
Forktail shook his eyes, and a figure seemed to appear out of thin air, flashing directly in front of his eyes.
The black wizard's robe was blown and stretched by the strong wind, and the peephole under the hood made his heart tremble.
He raised his hands high, holding a dwarf two-handed ax he picked up from somewhere.
"Buzz!"
The sharp breath stung Forktail's face.
The extreme fear instantly overwhelmed Forktail's psychological defense, and he turned around and wanted to escape.
But the other party's movements were so fast that he couldn't even react in time.
The silver light fell, and Forktail's vision turned upside down.
The sharp ax sliced open its neck, causing its scales to crack.
The huge and ferocious head fell to the snow, rolling around and around.
The hot dragon blood spurted out like a waterfall, and a large white fog rose up.
The huge torso collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then lost its life.
In an instant, the entire Black Creek Valley defense line fell into deathly silence, leaving only the howling cold wind.
When Elder Fox Clan saw this scene, his eyes were rounded under his hair that was blown by the wind, and his expression was extremely shocked.
Mount Mahakam's apex predator, they had so many dwarves to barely control each other, but now they just met each other and were killed.
Who is this person from?
It seems to be a demon hunter, brought by Garin.
The surrounding Ghoul and Nekker immediately stepped back after seeing the body of Forktail, leaving a vacuum zone.
The claws of his hands continued to tear at the rocky ground, and a cowering roar came from his throat.
Fox Clan Elder swallowed his saliva and immediately came back to his senses.
"For the dwarves, kill all these monsters!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the morale of the dwarves soared and they let out a war cry.
The unique rough voice of the dwarves overcame the wind and snow and launched a counterattack against the tide of monsters.
After two long hours, Elder Fox Clan held a one-handed ax in his hand, chopped off the head of the last Nekker, and crushed it in the snow with one kick.
The ground was in chaos all around, and the monster's corpse dyed the white snow bright red, but it was quickly covered by the wind and snow.
"Oh!"
He looked up to the sky and roared, making a sound like a trumpet from his mouth.
Immediately, other dwarves also let out a long roar in response.
This is a unique celebration ceremony for the dwarves after winning a battle.
Arwen moved his wrist and glanced at the panel.
Not much experience added.
Even the mutations of Ghoul and Nekker, because the level of the monster is too low, the effect given is not high even after the talent level is increased.
Blizzard Still.
"Chichichi----"
There was a noisy sound of stepping on the snow.
Elder Fox Clan brought the dwarf to Arwen.
The elder was panting heavily and his steps were staggering. His right leg was stained with blood and was scratched by Ghoul.
The stabbing pain in his heart made it very difficult for him to walk, but there was no look of pain on his face.
The strong wind ruffled his hair, and he laughed heartily.
"Haha, kind-hearted Master Demon Hunter, thanks to you, we were able to defend Black Creek Valley."
"My name is Gerald·Fox. On behalf of the Fox Clan, I would like to express my highest respect to you."
After saying that, he bowed slightly and performed human etiquette.
The surrounding dwarves thanked Arwen one after another with eager eyes.
"The elder is right. If you hadn't killed that flying beast, we don't know how many brothers would have died."
"Maybe by the time reinforcements arrive, we will have become the monster's excrement."
"Party! We won the battle, we're going to have a party! For the witchers!"
Gerald nodded heavily, "Yes, for the Witcher."
The words have not yet fallen.
Arwen's cat eye condensation.
"Whoops!"
An extremely sharp sound broke through the air, approaching quickly under the rushing wind and snow.
Its target is exactly the Gerald in front of it.
Arwen didn't look back, his mental perception had completely locked it, and his right hand immediately reached out.
"Pah!"
A circle of white air exploded in his hand, followed by a dull sound.
Gerald's body froze in place, staring at the sharp weapon with a dull look.
It was only an inch away from piercing his head.
The surrounding dwarves were horrified and hurriedly raised their shields and weapons.
"Damn plague! There are still monsters around that haven't been cleaned up!"
"Find it quickly!"
Gerald saw clearly what Arwen was holding, it was a spiral spear.
The quality of the spear is very fine, especially the thread, which is not a shoddy one.
Mahakam battle spear!
The face covered with blood was instantly distorted by rage.
"Shut up, get ready, raise your shields, and pay attention to the direction of the mountain."
Although the surrounding dwarves did not understand the situation, they would resolutely carry out the orders given by the elders.
"Da da da!"
There was a noise on the mountain, and rows of black figures quietly appeared, holding weapons in their hands, running quickly through the wind and snow, heading towards their position.
Gerald took the spear from Arwen's hand, already guessing something in his mind, and his eyes were about to burst.
"Damn! These despicable beasts! Ziglin!"
For a moment, spears fell like raindrops.
Fortunately, Gerald warned him in advance, and the surrounding dwarves raised their shields and made a series of banging sounds.
Arwen glanced away.
The dwarves coming down from the mountain all wore black veils on their faces, with only a pair of eyes exposed, and they looked menacing.
I just glanced at it and had a guess in my mind.
Ziglin Clan has never been at odds with the Fox Clan.
From the chat with Garin, I learned that during this period it was not just a matter of business, but also the scope of the territory.
The two are too close to each other and friction often occurs.
Now, Fox Clan has been attacked by monsters, the horn has been blown, and the first one to get the news is undoubtedly Ziglin Clan.
They were planning to take advantage of the Fox Clan's weak period after dealing with the monster wave to kill them all and frame the monsters.
Gerald also thought of this immediately, but he did not expect that Ziglin would be so at odds with each other.
He hurriedly said to Arwen, "Demon hunter, our party will be postponed. Next is a battle between our dwarves. Please don't interfere."
After saying that, the single ax in his right hand kept beating the shield, making a fierce sound, boosting morale.
"Fox warriors, for the glory of the clan, send these bitches back to hell!"
Fox The dwarves' faces were full of anger, and they kept yelling and swearing.
The dwarf Ziglin who came to intercept and kill them never expected that Fox Clan would still have some energy left after dealing with the monsters.
It was really windy and snowy, and when they got closer they realized something was wrong.
But things have come to this, and they have no way out.
"Kill!"
The shouts of killing shook the sky, and the two dwarf teams collided together in a torrent of steel. People flipped on their backs, broken limbs flew, and the white snow in the surrounding fields was poured with hot blood.
Arwen stepped back and folded his arms in front of his chest.
In his expectation, this battle should end soon.
Fox Clan wasted too much energy on dealing with monsters and acted in a hurry. Even if his willpower exploded, it could only hinder Ziglin Clan's offensive momentum.
Sure enough, in less than half an hour, Fox Clan was retreating steadily.
"Aha!" the leader Ziglin dwarf laughed wildly, "Gerald, you old guy, you too have today!"
Gerald's face was spattered with blood. He was knocked back by the hammer and staggered a few steps.
"Morian, you hidden bitch! You will be the one who dies here!"
"Huh? How much strength do you still have? Tell me about your treasure room, and maybe I can spare your life!"
"Kiss my ass, you son of a bitch!"
Gerald spit in his face.
The eyes on Morian's veil were ferocious, "It doesn't matter, if I kill you, Ghoul will eat your bodies, and your gold coins will also belong to us!"
He raised the hammer in his hand high and hit Gerald hard on the face.
The latter did not give in, but the remaining functions of his body could no longer support him to resist, and he could only watch the hammer expanding in his field of vision.
"Pah!"
A black shadow suddenly appeared and caught the hammer in the air with one hand.
"Who!"
Morian was horrified and stared fiercely at the man in black robe who suddenly appeared.
Arwen lowered his gaze slightly, looking down at him with cat eyes.
The former's short and strong body trembled, and he felt panicked for no reason.
But when the two armies were fighting, he forced himself to remain calm.
"Who I thought he was, turned out to be a demon hunter.
He struggled to pull his arm away, trying to take the hammer back.
But those hands were like iron pliers, unable to move at all.
A whisper was heard, but it was heard over the wind and snow.
"Give me some face and stop it."
Morian was stunned for a moment, and now he understood why Fox Clan could deal with this wave of monsters.
It turned out that there was help from a witcher.
Arwen chose this time to take action, and he was able to receive Fox Clan's absolute favor, and he also respected the rules and fights among dwarves.
This is very helpful for refining silver swords.
Saving people in danger is definitely much better than adding icing on the cake, and is better than providing help when it is time.
"Who do you think you are!"
Morian looked angry, "This is a matter for us dwarves, it's not your turn Monstrum----"
The words are not finished yet.
Arwen's palm let go of the hammer and reached for his neck like a poisonous snake.
"Pah!"
Morian The necklace hanging on his chest was torn to pieces, and the strong force almost broke his neck. His eyes protruded, the black veil fell, and spittle came out of his mouth.
Snap in with five fingers.
Morian's body was suspended in the air, his face turned livid, and he couldn't breathe.
The hammer in his hand slipped to the ground, and his hands kept struggling, slapping Arwen's arm.
"Let--let me--"
Morian looked horrified. His eyes were always paying attention to Arwen's cat eyes, which were cold and dead.
With just a little force, he could end his life.
The surrounding Ziglin Clan dwarves noticed something was wrong and gathered around Arwen's position.
Even though Fox Clan's dwarf was injured, he still clenched his weapon and stopped the enemy in front of him for Arwen.
The dwarves of the Ziglin Clan can clearly feel that the balance of victory is no longer tilted to their side.
Moreover, the battle lasted too long.
Even if the battle can be won, there will be no more time to finish.
In the east of the Mahakam Mountains, white light slowly lights up.
Blizzard begins to subside.
"Haha, look at your face, Morian, how could we dwarves have such a pickpocket as you?
You're actually a lackey of a monster! What, you're going to kiss Ghoul's butt?"
Morian's face was full of resentment, but he couldn't say a word in his throat and could only gasp for breath.
At this moment, the horn sounded on the mountain.
A flag engraved with a dwarf's head floated from the end of the mountain road.
Great Elder Brouver Hogg arrived with reinforcements.