Chapter 90: The First Dwarf Warrior (I)

Anya leaned against the big tree and suddenly let out a light ejaculation, causing Ye Yinzhu, who was about to start practicing, to open her eyes again.

"What's wrong? Sister Anya."

Anya touched the ground with her hand, dipped a little dirt and sent it to her nose. After sniffing it twice, she said, "It seems that a large army passes by here. The orcs have a very strong aura." The elves' sense of smell is very sensitive, especially in places like the woods that are full of natural aura. Once the original natural anger is affected by other auras, it will immediately attract the attention of the elves.

"Big Force? I guess Solomon Fortress has some actions."

Anya shook her head. After passing through the Solomon Fortress, they had already flown in the extreme northern wasteland for a day, and it was only one day away from their destination. "Yinzhu, it seems something is wrong. The way we are moving forward is a relatively remote place in the Solomon Fortress. Otherwise, the dwarves would not have chosen this place as their habitat."

Ye Yinzhu was shocked, "Sister Anya, what you mean..."

Anya nodded and said, "It's very likely. No, we can't rest anymore. It's better to rush to the dwarves as soon as possible to check it out. It's best if it's Solomon's orcs who want to be bad for them, we can also help."

Ye Yinzhu glanced at the Hong Ling who had already entered a deep sleep, "The Hong Ling consumed a lot and seemed to be unable to form the shape for the time being."

Anya was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and said, "Then I will take you to fly, you will take it with you."

Ye Yinzhu said: "No, you have been flying for a day and your mana is consumed a lot. If you continue to fly for another day, even if you reach the dwarves, you will not have too much power to help them. Why don't we take a break for a while and then set off for an hour. At that time, I will use my own fighting spirit to help Hong Ling, and I should be able to fly for barely."

Anya thought for a while and said, "I have to do this."

Although an hour is not long, being a strong purple-level eighth-level powerhouse is enough for her to recover most of her strength.

Monto looked coldly at the hills ahead, raised his hand, and the beast soldiers behind him stopped. As one of the orc commanders, Monto not only had the power of bravery, but also had the rare wisdom among orcs. As the most famous strongman among the bear race, his position in Solomon Fortress was second only to the chief of the Solomon tribe and King Solomon Bemon.

At this time, behind Monto, there were two entire legions, one werewolf light cavalry legion and one main battle bear man heavy infantry legion. These two legions were cultivated by him, and they can be said to be his direct troops. In the entire orc world, they are elite among the elites. One-on-one combat and legion combat are two completely different concepts. Monto has always looked down on people from the Thor Tribe. He firmly believed that in the case of legion combat, as long as the opponent is not a Bemon Behemoth, he is confident that he will defeat any equal number of enemies.

This time, he brought two whole legions to this remote place with only one purpose. Solomon Fortress attached great importance to this operation, in addition to these two main battle legions, he also brought ten behemoths including one Golden Bemon and two Silver Bemon in the mainland. At this time, the commander of the Golden Bemon, Oliver, stood beside him and looked at the hilly area in front of him.

Oliver looked at Monto in confusion and said, "Monto, is it here? It seems that there are no traces of those short men!"

Monto opened the sheepskin map in his hand and looked carefully. "It's not wrong, it's here. Those who gave us news will never dare to lie. Those dwarves are good at hiding. According to the news, they are hiding in caves in these hills. I really didn't expect that the dwarves would have lived within the sphere of influence of our Solomon tribe. It won't take long to catch these dwarves. Our Solomon tribe will definitely be able to replace the Thor tribe and become the largest orc tribe."

Oliver was stunned for a moment, "Why is this? Those dwarfs who only know how to drink are, I can step on a few of them with one foot. I really don't understand what Chief Adoni thought, and he actually valued these dwarfs so much."

Monto frowned, but said nothing. He knew that it would be meaningless to discuss the importance of a dwarf with the simple-minded golden bemon in front of him.

"Perform Chief Adoni's orders. Do not kill any dwarves as much as possible. If possible, don't even use force. I passed on my orders. The Wolf Cavalry Legion was divided into ten brigades, surrounded me with this hill, and the Bears Legion unfolded its formation and defended itself in one row."

As a genius among orcs, Monto ordered the army of 20,000 orcs started to move. Ten teams of wolf cavalry, each thousand people in a large group. In the blink of an eye, they turned into ten rays of smoke and dust and ran out from both wings, quickly surrounding the hilly area in front of them. The lightning speed was much faster than the human Eric Mind Dragon cavalry. Of course, they were incomparable to Eric Mind Dragon in terms of combat power.

The heavy infantrymen of the Bear Man were all covered with rough iron armor. Although the orcs owned a natural mining park in the extreme north wasteland, their forging skills were too rough. Some of the bears were even like ore on their bodies. However, the bears were bears after all, and these big guys over four meters tall would tremble when they walked. They held a huge tower shield up to three meters in height in their left hand and waved a warhammer with a long handle in their right hand. Any light cavalry would end like a nightmare if they touched them.

Boom, the bear man heavy infantry who deployed a single-row formation took a step forward at the same time. These are ten thousand heavy infantry! Although they cannot vaguely surround the hill in front of them like the wolf cavalry, the advancement of the large fan brought huge pressure.

Surrounded by ten behemoths, Monto came to the hills. The hills in front of him were still extremely calm. Except for the various cold-stricken plants growing on the hills, there seemed to be no breath of life.

Monto raised his hand again, and the heavy infantry of the Bear Man roared at the same time. The tower shield with his left hand fell heavily on the ground. The sharp area under the tower shield directly pierced into the soil, forming a solid layer of defense. Even the charge of ordinary human heavy cavalry could not rush through the block of the tower shield that was half a foot thick. It was cut from pure iron ore. Only forces like the Bear Man could use it.

A cold light flashed in Monto's eyes and said lightly: "It seems that the dwarf friends are not going to come out to welcome us. General Oliver, please tell them that a guest has arrived."

Oliver grinned, bloodthirsty light released in his eyes, and golden hair shining all over his body was particularly bright under the sunlight. He stepped directly onto the small hill in front of him, which was only a few dozen meters high.

"Bimon's giant beast, invincible in land battles. Bimon's giant beast, invincible in land battles." The two thousand beast soldiers shouted in an orderly manner, and the plants on the shocking hills were also trembling.

Oliver soon stood at the top of the hill. Listening to the shouts of the beast soldiers, he roared to the sky, and hammered his firm chest with both fists, making a loud bang. The light golden light spread all over his body in an instant, and the crazy aura even made a great praise from Monto under the hills. In terms of combat power, Bemon among the orcs will always be the first.

Oliver's huge body arched back and raised his arms at the same time. When his arched huge body bounced back with the help of his waist, his fists were already heavily hitting the hills under his feet.

Boom————a huge roar, an indescribable huge shock. The golden light suddenly released, and the violent aura swept around in the blink of an eye.

The shouts of the beast soldiers became even more crazy. For a moment, the soil was flying, under the bombardment of the Golden Beamon Oliver's fists. The small hill under his feet had been blown out of thin air. The violent soil hit the tower shield, making countless loud bangs, and even the heavy infantry of the Bear Man was a little difficult for the top nine-level Golden Beamon to be compared with ordinary orcs.

Oliver opened his arms and laughed, "Listen to the dwarf in the hills, Mr. Bemon is here to cause trouble for you. Get out of here. Otherwise, I will flatten your small mound. It is as simple as smashing your mother's breasts."

The arrogant sarcasm immediately caused a burst of laughter from the beast soldiers, especially the nine Bemon Behemoths standing behind Monto. At this time, looking at the powerful power of the leader, the light in their eyes had become bloodthirsty. They longed for killing and war, which was the nature of Behemoths. The beast nature of the Wolf Cavalry and the Bear Man heavy infantry was also promoted to the peak under the devastating attack of Oliver. This is morale and the scene Monto wanted to see.

"I'm so arrogant. Whose I am? Be careful that my mother doesn't even know you if I beat you." A wild and rough voice sounded from the center of the hilly area, and countless strange people came out from there.
Chapter completed!