Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 414 The Battle Between War Trolls and Mountain Dwarves
Things went smoother than expected.

Whether it was the five small towns in the Emerald Field or the group in the Black Pearl Forest, they all thought that Archbishop Aleena's proposal was very good, and decided on the personnel they needed to play as quickly as possible.

This is a duel between two player forces from the Emerald Field and the Black Pearl Forest.

The victory or defeat not only determines whether the Emerald Fields can get reinforcements when they launch a counterattack against the hobgoblins in the Forest of Tranquility, but also represents the dignity they need to defend.

For the people in the Black Pearl Forest, being able to defeat the people in the Emerald Field is a great thing.

In short, there is a lot of energy in everyone's heart.

The rules of the duel are very simple, each side sends out five people to fight one-on-one, with targeted substitutions in the middle, the condition for victory is to defeat all five opponents.

Of course, if you have the ability, you can even pick five.

Work in a while.

Everyone once again formed a large circle on the grass in the Norhill Plain, this time it was a little bigger than the circle when Thorne fought with the White Rose Knight, so that the entire venue seemed scattered.

However, the two savages and bards who were still under the control of the magic and lying on the grass, unable to speak or move, were left alone as if they had been forgotten.

Finally, in the guessing game between Sarajan and Aleena, the people from Emerald Field missed the opportunity and became the first to appear.

Sarayan, the Warlord of Twilight Town, frowned slightly under the strange eyes of everyone.

Missing the opportunity means that they will be the first to arrange personnel to play, which means that the first person will definitely be targeted by the opponent, so he has to carefully consider the first person to play.

This candidate must be someone who is more versatile and has no obvious weaknesses.

"Let me do the first match." As Sarajan was thinking, the war troll in Bugle Town stood up and introduced himself with a two-meter-long epee on his shoulder.

The war troll's voice immediately attracted everyone's attention. Seeing this burly troll, most people nodded secretly.

Among the troll race, there is a very special existence, that is: war trolls.

War trolls are an independent species in the troll race. They have the same outstanding strength and regeneration ability as ordinary trolls, but at the same time they are stronger and smarter.

The real reason for their emergence is that an organization of arcane spellcasters was born in order to cultivate war creatures, magically strengthen and transform ordinary trolls, and has survived until now.

Most importantly, as war trolls continue to grow, they will gradually become immune to fire damage from the two deadliest weaknesses (acid and fire).

In other words, apart from strong acid attacks, no damage can inhibit the abnormal regeneration ability of war trolls.

In this player force that has no time to settle, leading to a shortage of high-level spellcasters, the first appearance of war trolls can indeed cause them a lot of headaches.

Seeing that there was no objection from the crowd, the war troll immediately came to the center of the venue in the warm sunshine.

On the grass, the war troll Kehando stood leaning on his sword, his body leaning slightly, and like a gangster, he locked his provocative eyes on the mountain dwarf standing still not far away.

War Trolls!

Seeing the war troll walking on the field and its thick armor, the group in the Black Pearl Forest looked at each other.

The black-robed woman, who had remained silent all along, noticed the eyes of the crowd on her, and was hesitating whether to play, when the short and strong body of the mountain dwarf rushed up like a cannonball.

"What an idiot!" The plan was disrupted, and a player in the Black Pearl Forest couldn't help cursing, but the voice was so soft that only a few people around him could hear it.

"Here comes a little wax gourd. I'm Kohando, a war troll from Horn Town. What about you?" The war troll held the hilt of his sword in both hands, supported the weight of his entire body on the heavy sword inserted into the ground, and then Looking down at the mountain dwarf from a high position, he said with a smirk.

Looking around, it looks like a tall adult amusing a three-year-old child on the ground.

"Ugly Greenskin, listen to me. I am Bruno Warhammer, the dwarf defender from Hammer City." The mountain dwarf kept a certain distance from the war troll, and forced a battle ax handle that was the same height as him. Slamming it on the ground, he said with a beard and a stare.

Dwarf defender?
Hearing the dwarf's self-reported occupation, Thorne subconsciously shifted his gaze to the little wizard Pardo standing with the old troll steward.

Dwarf defender is a special profession that only the dwarf race can advance to. This profession is a skilled fighter, especially proficient in defense.

A group of dwarven defenders standing together is more powerful than a three-meter-thick stone wall.

Half a year ago, when Thorne led Pardo and the others to escape outside the city in Winter City, he met a half-advanced dwarf defender, Pardo's uncle.

However, from the calm face of this little wizard, it can be seen that he does not know the advanced profession of his dead uncle.

"Bruno Warhammer?" The war troll Kehan ​​was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help scratching his head. He always felt that the name was very familiar, but he forgot where he heard it, so he stopped worrying about this question and continued. He smiled and joked at the mountain dwarves:
"Warhammer? Hammer City? Are you a city that sells hammers? Since you are a city that sells hammers, why do you still use a tomahawk?"

"Ugly green skin, you fart!" The mountain dwarf cursed with a pair of brush-like brows, then tightened his grip on the handle of the axe, and said:

"Our Hammer City is a dwarven stronghold dug in a deep valley in the Dawnfurnace Mountains. It is also the largest and richest town in this region. We live there are a group of honest and hardworking mountain dwarves. We They can make all kinds of equipment, not just selling hammers as you said."

"I have seen cave trolls with claws like sickles in the Dawn Furnace Mountains, forest trolls with emerald bodies, mountain trolls like giant apes, and even crystal trolls with crystal rock skin. Only an ugly troll like you has never been seen before." The mountain dwarf blocked a steel shield similar to his height in front of him, only showing his head with thick eyebrows, big eyes and long beard, chatting with the war troll:
"Hey, what do you think of the people in Horn Town? Although the ogres, trolls, and lycanthropes look a bit sorry for the audience, at least they are in good shape and work hard. But those kobolds And goblins, I really can't figure out what the picture is about."

"Don't be so talkative, you look very anxious, you can't even touch my knees when you jump up, doesn't your neck hurt when you raise your head and talk? You don't hurt, my waist hurts."

Hearing the ridicule of the mountain dwarves, the war troll Kehan ​​counterattacked: "Little furry melon, I have to say that you have inherited the fine traditions of the dwarves so well, come here and hit me on the knee, let me see you dwarves again How much of the clan's crotch-piercing tactics have you learned?"

The war troll Kohando drew out his epee from the ground and assumed a fighting posture.

"Bah! If you let me go, I will go, but I won't. If you have the ability, you can hit me!" The mountain dwarf hiding behind the shield shouted arrogantly.

"I think you are afraid that you won't be able to reach my knees, and you will be laughed at, hahaha..."

"Who said I can't reach it, I can jump up and punch your dick with one punch."

"Just your pinkish little fist is not even worthy of being tickled."

……

Under the bright sunshine, the crowd watching the battle from a distance looked at what should have been a glorious duel, but it turned into each other spamming each other, showing their lower limit, and all frowned.

"This..." Sarayan looked at the dumbfounding duel, and subconsciously looked at the serious Tiger Ranger, but he didn't know what to say.

It's a pity that the other party didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

"These two are melee professionals known for their defense. Naturally, whoever attacks first will lose the opportunity." Carlos explained to the depressed Sarayan with a smile:
"Besides, for a fighter, the skill of "taunting" is also a skill they must practice.Fortunately, it's not your barbaric personality that is fighting this dwarf, otherwise these two guys might be able to spray each other until dark. "

"..." Sarayan didn't know how to answer the words, and could only subconsciously glance at the barbaric personality who was still lying on the ground thinking about life.He couldn't help but secretly rejoice that it was a wise choice not to ask Aleena to restore him.

Seeing that the other party was silent, Carlos patted Sarayan on the shoulder again, and continued: "Don't worry, this troll is obviously not the opponent of the dwarves, and the fight will start soon. After all, this guy is from the dwarf family The fortress is Hammer City, even if the gentle people live there for a period of time, they will be distracted by the very 'enthusiastic' culture of the dwarves."

"Oh! I finally know why you have so many little goblins in Bugle Town, because no matter what kind of messy little goblins, they don't grow hair underneath. I didn't expect you to have such a special hobby. It really makes me uncomfortable. How flattering you are." The mountain dwarf jumped more than two meters high pretending to be surprised, and smirked at the war troll.

As soon as the words fell, the war troll Kohando clenched the two-meter-long two-handed epee in his hand, and heaved a sharp breath, the muscles hidden in the armor bulged like hills.

--"charge!"

Immediately afterwards, the three-meter-high burly body rushed towards the mountain dwarf with a smirk on his face like an arrow flying off the string with the sound of the wind.

——"Dizzy Strike!"

The moment the war troll with the epee was about to approach the mountain dwarf, he jumped up with the inertia of a rapid charge, and the two-meter-long epee swung towards the mountain dwarf holding the steel shield with an unrivaled momentum. down.

Looking around, the war troll looked like a hill falling from the sky, pressing hard on the ball-like mountain dwarves.

——"Defensive posture!"

The mountain dwarf shouted loudly, and his short, strong body was suddenly raised. An astonishing strength and endurance filled the dwarf's body, turning it into an impregnable defensive body.

"Defensive Stance" is the core skill of the Dwarf Defender.

After using it, apart from being unable to move, its own defense, strength, physique and vitality will be greatly improved. With the cooperation of the shield, it can almost resist any powerful physical damage.

"boom!"

The dull metal impact sound made the epee in the hands of the war troll seem to be hammered on a city gate made of steel, and a strong shock pain spread from his hands to his whole body like an electric current, making his body involuntarily fall to the ground. After a pause, the mountain dwarf stood motionless.

"Ugly green skin, be gentle, don't break the shield I bought." The mountain dwarf grinned and glared at the troll, obviously he was not feeling very well, and then he did not forget to taunt: "Ugly green skin Stupid Pi, to me, your attack is just like a woman, soft and soft."

Although he was spouting trash talk frantically, his hands were not idle.

"call!"

As soon as the words fell, a piercing sound of piercing the air hit.

The battle ax in the mountain dwarf's left hand instantly adjusted its attacking posture with the epee and shield, and swept directly towards the stone pillar-like legs of the war troll.

"Pfft!"

Under the powerful blessing of the dwarves, the sharp ax cut off the right calf of the war troll like a bamboo.

The war troll endured the pain in his leg, and at the moment when the mountain dwarf's battle ax was exhausted, his injured right leg and the severed calf were all pressed against the giant ax that the mountain dwarf hadn't had time to take back.

"Fuck! The troll can still play like this!" Feeling that the battle ax in his hand was pressed and unable to twitch, the mountain dwarf glanced, and his surprised eyes almost popped out.

At this time, the severed right leg of the war troll knelt on the blade of his axe, and the other severed leg jumped onto the blade of the axe and stepped on it together.

However, war trolls don't have that much time to watch the exclamations of mountain dwarves.

Although he was half kneeling in front of the target, his tall and burly body was still much taller than the mountain dwarves.

Seeing that the mountain dwarf was unable to draw out his weapon and tried to push himself away with a shield, the war troll held the sword in both hands and slashed at the mountain dwarf again with all his strength.

The mountain dwarf looked shocked, and immediately retracted his shield to defend.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Continuous metal collisions sounded one after another, brilliant sparks exploded from the fine steel shield in pieces, and disappeared under the bright sunlight.

The war troll half-kneeling on the ground is like a worker smashing nails towards a wooden board, waving a two-meter-long epee and hitting the stubborn nail of the mountain dwarf one after another, with each heavy blow , the ground where the mountain dwarf stood on his feet sank a little.

Although the mountain dwarves can successfully block the attack of the war troll with their quick response ability and use the fine steel shield in their hands every time.

However, the giant ax he used to attack was suppressed on the ground and he couldn't draw it out at all. As a result, his counterattack fist hammered on the thick armor of the war troll, and all he got was unscrupulous ridicule.

"Dwarf, don't you surrender yet? My calves are about to grow out." The war troll, who had the crushing advantage, took a small fist from the mountain dwarf, mocking in a relaxed tone.

"boom!"

After finishing speaking, he took advantage of the time when the mountain dwarf was blowing his beard and staring, and punched him in the face with an old fist, and immediately the nosebleeds flowed down, soaking his thick beard.

"Stop, stop, stop! I won't fight you anymore, why don't I surrender."

The mountain dwarf lifted the "defensive posture", kicked both legs on the troll's chest, then flipped back in the air, rolled on the ground like a ball, distanced himself from the war troll, threw away his shield, and grinned. Shaking his numb arms, he surrendered.

"It's more or less the same." The war troll took a deep breath, picked up the cut-off calf and connected it to the gap, and then limped back dragging the epee.

Obviously, the battle with the mountain dwarf just now had exhausted him a lot of energy, and he needed a buffer.

"Which eggless bastard was calling me an idiot behind my back just now, come out for me, don't let me know, when I know, I will stuff his mouth with groundhog feces."

When the mountain dwarf returned to the team, he first took a distressed look at the stainless steel shield with sword marks smashed by the troll, then touched his nosebleed, and asked angrily.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the mountain dwarf uttered a cruel word, and then came to Aleenala: "Boss beauty, help me see if this shield can be repaired with divine magic?"

"No problem." Alienara nodded with a smile, then looked at the group and said, "Who will play next, have you decided?"

"Let me do it." A low, hoarse and indifferent voice sounded, and a slender wanderer came out.

He wore a black shawl that fluttered in the wind, around which his thick brown curly hair fell, and his clothes were dark black, but had many leather straps wrapped around them, and at each cross hung a sheathed handle. A dagger and two half-meter-long daggers with sheaths hang on both sides of the waist.

(End of this chapter)