The mountain road is not wide, only about ten yards, and can only accommodate four or five heavy-mounted giant scythe hands walking side by side.

The entire mountain road only occupied six or seven rows of giant sickle hands, which blocked the passage. Looking around, the thirty or forty giant sickle hands were killed in such a mighty manner.

The body of the heavy-mounted giant scythe hand was too heavy to move forward too fast. But just like this, moving forward step by step, the slaves had no way to do anything.

There were still some remaining rolling stones and squats on the top of the mountain, and they smashed them towards the giant scythe hand that rushed over.

Suddenly, a banging sound came from the mountain road. The slaves stumbled at the foot of the mountain. The people below were still there and were not affected at all. The main problem was that the armor was too heavy, and the rolling stones were too lighter than the wood. When they hit the can-like armor, they could only make a dull sound of "banging". They could not hurt the warriors inside. Apart from the dull sound of "buzzing", they did not have much impact.

Although the pace of progress is like a snail, the mountain road less than 100 yards cannot take much time.

THAAD roared, lifted a log and smashed it over.

The rest of the middle of the night had already restored nearly half of the slaves' physical strength, but Thade tried his best to do this stick. With a "bang", the log in the hand of Thhade suddenly flew away, and the log as thick as a bowl suddenly broke into two pieces. The soldier who had just emerged from the mountain road was stunned by the stick and stood there for a long time without moving.

With the stars in the sky, everyone can clearly see the outcome of this warrior.

A large area of ​​the complete helmet, like an iron lump, was shrunk, and the armor and helmet were separated and completely twisted. The rivets were compatible with blood, and white liquid also flowed out. The companion beside him pushed and shouted twice, but there was no response. He directly rolled down the mountain road when his body softened and almost bumped into several companions.

However, more giant scythe hands have already stepped onto the top of the mountain.

The four giant scythe hands held the front at the same time, and with their armor and protection, they were enough to resist the attacks of the natives. The space on the top of the mountain was not large, and when they were occupied by several giant scythe hands, there was no big place left. Moreover, there were constant giant scythe hands squeezing towards the top of the mountain, which made the slaves even more unable to use it!

The battles that slaves have always participated in are full of momentum. Now these heavy infantry like cans are standing in front of them, making them unable to stretch their hands. But what can they do if they stretch out their hands? Without weapons, they will not hurt these humans at all.

The rushing centaurs raised their hooves towards these iron lumps. In order to reduce the wear of the hooves, Yang Dashuan asked the blacksmith shop to inlay pure copper hooves on the feet of these centaurs. There were copper nails on the back of the hooves, which allowed the centaurs to firmly grasp the ground while running. If this kick was full, if there was no protection, at least half of the chest would be concave. However, the kick on the giant sickle hand with armor was only in exchange for the other party's staggering moment.

However, it also somewhat blocked the opponent's momentum of progress.

However, as more and more giant scythe hands poured into the top of the mountain, the situation became increasingly difficult to deal with.

If it were normal times, these giant scythe hands would not be taken seriously by the ogres at all. But now holding a pair of flesh fists, how could they beat the fully armed human scouts? If they go on a iron fist, they will suffer the consequences.

In comparison, Yang Dashuan killed him much more happily.

No matter how hard these armors are, they cannot stand the Destroyer's axe. Often, Yang Dashuan can chop the armor into half with his men. However, no matter how brave Old Yang is, he only has one pair of hands. In the butt-sized land of the Ultratown Valley, he cannot use his fists.

But as more and more heavy giant scythe hands squeezed to the top of the mountain, the mercenaries also began to act. However, these mercenaries hid behind the giant scythe hands. When they saw the unarmed slaves, their fierce expressions floated on their faces. They never thought that they would be able to pay back the losses they suffered during the day so soon.

Many mercenaries have lost their weapons and armor, and they are just the simplest standard weapons. Nearly a thousand people have been squeezed into the top of the mountain less than 500 square meters, and the sound of fighting is everywhere. Moreover, there are continuous mercenaries at the foot of the mountain, moving upwards.

The night is getting dark, and there is noisy at the foot of Mount Altlan.

"Three hundred people, let me go up to three hundred more people. I will give you a limited time to take down this valley within one hour. Capture Roger Peter alive!" Seeing more and more mercenaries rushing to the top of the mountain, Kakarok roared in joy.

With the faint flame light on the torch, the situation on the top of the mountain is not very obvious.

In order to make more convenient battles and charges, the heavy-mounted giant sickle hand also threw away the three-layer fine iron square shield on the left arm that was in trouble. However, the sickle in his hand was tied with a chain, and the chain in the handle was locked on the iron armor and would not be removed no matter how it was thrown. The fighting style of these giant sickle hands was quite strange. They could throw the giant sickle in their hand out by facing people from a distance. Then they used the hook on the weapon to trap the enemy firmly, and then pulled it to their side.

This move made many slaves suffer, but after a few moves, the slaves reacted.

He reached out and snatched the flying giant scythe and stabbed the human scouts. The small mountain top was almost impossible to move, and the corpses were piled up, and blood was overwhelmed. Many mercenaries had to move the corpses that fell to the ground because they could not squeeze in.

Just as everyone was focusing on the Altlank Valley, a group of small dwarfs suddenly emerged from the high meadows on the wasteland.

These little dwarfs were less than one blade tall, and could even reach the belly button of adult humans, like undeveloped children. But these guys approached the mercenaries from behind like ghosts, and quietly spread in a semicircle, preparing to swallow these human scouts in one bite.

When they discovered this group of sneak attackers, they had already secretly killed about seventy or eighty people. No one expected that these little dwarfs could actually hold up an axe hammer that was no less than the weight of a mace. They used the weeds to hide their height and secretly approached the single mercenaries. They swung the axe hammer and smashed it to the mercenary's head without making a sound. Even granite might not be able to withstand such an axe hammer. Without even making a sound, a large area of ​​mercenaries in the back row had quietly fallen down.

No one expected this situation. By the time they discovered it, at least one or two hundred people died.

There were support behind these dwarves, with about 200 beautiful elves. These elves did not hold hardwood bows as they usually knew, but instead stood behind with a black tube. The group of dwarves and elves combined were less than 500, but they looked extremely fierce.

In the elves' team behind there is a flag waving in the wind. It is a background of two ancient fireworks crossing, and there is a blooming blood-colored rose on it, with a few big words written in the common language of the mainland - Don't move the musket team!

There are two more figures in this musket team, one with a red-haired fathom like flames, and the other with a gilded human girl. The two girls were wearing leather armor, and the fitted leather armor fully demonstrated their concave and convex figures.

Many of the mercenaries went crazy about it.

"It's them!" Kakarok's eyes red. He had only heard people describe their beauty. Although Kakarok had fantasized about the other person's appearance countless times before, when he saw it, he deeply knew how limited and lacking his thinking was.

Anyway, the indigenous people were forced into the Altlank Valley and could not hold on for a while.

At the shout of the Count, the heavy-duty scythemen had to turn around and prepare to swallow the group of reinforcements that suddenly appeared. Dove even sneered at this. Even if these little dwarfs just picked out one person from the mercenary group, they could defeat seven or eight.

But soon, a shocked side appeared.

These little dwarfs were not as bad as everyone imagined. Facing the burly man who was nearly twice his height, the group of little dwarfs waving the axe in their hands. Each hammer fell down enough to make people's eyebrows jump. Accompanied by the shaking sound of "dongdong", a large area of ​​armor made of three layers of fine iron actually sank.
Chapter completed!