The Hero in Exile

Late at night, Bronzebeard decided to lead a raid on the camp outside the city. His main task was to destroy their siege equipment.

"Try the hammer, kid!"

Bronzebeard easily smashed the jaw of a Templar with one blow, and the Templar died after free falling two and a half circles in the air.

"My Lord King, be careful!"

"The fight was so intense that I didn't notice I was surrounded."

Bronzebeard's pair of hammers made him unstoppable. The pair of hammers allowed him to continuously clear the way and repel the enemies without realizing that he was surrounded.

He looked at the church soldiers around him, holding their weapons and approaching him, but he felt no fear at all.

"Do you think you can kill me like this? The Hammer of Iron, Blood and Glory gave me strength."

A bolt of thunder struck the divine hammer, and the elemental power within it penetrated Bronzebeard's entire body, strengthening every inch of his skin.

With the power of elements lingering around his body, Bronzebeard raised his hammers high and smashed them hard on the ground.

With Bronzebeard as the center, the earth began to crack and collapse.

The church soldiers who were approaching just now found it difficult to get close because the ground had collapsed, and many of them lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Bronzebeard did not stop swinging his hammer, hitting the ground again and again.

The earth changed its terrain under the hammering, and the huge vibration of the ground caused everyone who was close to fall down, unable to move forward.

"Humph, just a few gentle blows and you can't stand up and your legs are shaking? Then I, your grandpa, will give you a big one!"

The elemental power within the hammer erupted once again, and Bronzebeard's eyes flashed with lightning, resembling the first dwarf king.

Boom ~

No one could stand up due to the powerful impact, and rock spikes quickly emerged from the cracks in the ground under the influence of elemental power.

The church soldiers could not even stand up, let alone dodge the attack, and were pierced through the chest by rock spikes and died one after another.

Even soldiers with strong faith would be stunned when faced with this horrific scene. Bronzebeard took advantage of this gap and rushed to his own troops, cutting a bloody path.

Meow~

There was an unpleasant sound of sheep bleating on the battlefield.

"Cotton Poplar, you're here, old buddy!"

A goat in golden armor used its thin body to weave through the crowd and ran towards Bronzebeard, and many people wanted to stop it.

With his flexible body and strength that is not in line with his physique, he can easily knock people away.

"Come and help me."

"What~"

Bronzebeard and Cottonwood have reunited, but there is not much time to reminisce. Riding on Cottonwood, they successfully break out of the encirclement with the joint efforts of the two.

"Your Majesty, it is a blessing in disguise that you are okay."

"It's okay, it's here to help me."

Bronzebeard stroked the fur of Cottonwood beside him, and Cottonwood squinted his eyes comfortably, enjoying the protagonist's touch.

"But what's very worrying is that she hasn't made a move yet."

Bronzebeard looked through the crowd at the very conspicuous beautiful woman behind him, but what attracted the most attention was the pair of light wings behind her and the two-handed sword that was half a head taller than her.

The power of holy light from the two-handed greatsword flowed out undisguisedly, and a sacred aura could be sensed from such a distance.

The main thing is that she is as bright as a light bulb at night and it is hard not to notice her.

According to the intelligence, she should be the angel of sin.

Just now, Bronzebeard killed everyone in and out without leaving any expression on her face.

She just watched it all with an expressionless face, as if nothing had anything to do with her and what Bronzebeard did didn't change anything.

Bronzebeard was a little angry and his beard was almost sticking to his nostrils.

"They are looking down on us. They are looking at us like ants. When I fight her, I will see what they are capable of."

The Bronzebeard team successfully returned to the city, and the church's pursuers were soon repelled by the shooting of the soldiers who entered the city wall.

……

"Well, it's true that Bronzebeard dared to take the initiative to attack. He is worthy of being a dwarf."

The news of this victory soon reached Moran's ears.

"Write a letter to congratulate them on their success, and be sure to warn Bronzebeard to stay alert and not fight the Sin-Slayer Angels unless absolutely necessary."

The dwarves' adventurous spirit of not fearing difficulties enabled them to make this risky move and win, but they were also proud and complacent and were easily blinded by the victory in front of them.

I just hope that the leader Bronzebeard can listen to my advice and consider the overall situation.