"Bang bang bang", the frogman is hitting the door.

These creatures have no neck or shoulders, and the movements of hitting the door are very distinctive. The movements are mainly jumping. After jumping, they hit the door with their head and body sides.

There were more than a dozen frogmen in front of the door, and they kept slamming the door in turn, as if they would never be tired. Even if the body on one side had been deformed and the bones were obviously twisted, they could not stop their movements.

Behind them was a dark area, with at least hundreds of frogmen piled up at the entrance of this not-so-spacious energy supply center, waiting expressionlessly for the entrance to be opened.

"Bang", a frogman hitting the door was bounced open, and the skin on the side had even cracked, revealing the blood-colored white muscles inside.

No one cared about his injuries. A second person had already bounced up from the ground and crashed into the metal gate with force.

At this moment, the door opened.

A pure steel square shield appeared in front of the frogman. The square shield was shining with a light of fighting spirit. It slapped forward without any pause, and slapped heavily on the frogman's face that was flying towards him.

The sound of watermelon shattering sounded, and the frogman's round skull was easily slapped into pieces like blue berries. The square shield did not stop and continued to slap forward. After hitting his body, it hit the ground hard.

"Puchi", the cruel sound made people sour. The whole frogman turned into a meat patty. Fragments of bones and muscles splashed everywhere under the square shield. The blue blood had condensed into solids, pasting the shield and the ground like gel. When the square shield was lifted up again, the enemy had turned into a pool of mud, and there was no complete part. Some sticky wreckage stuck to the square shield slowly slid down, and it looked as tragic as it was.

"For the glory of Ovregan." While retracting the shield, the dwarf Mobak let out a huge roar at the tide-like enemy. It was a special battle cry of the dwarf warrior. With the roar, the dwarf's body obviously expanded. The originally loose armor was full, and its height was close to the standard of a normal human being. Although the muscles on his body were covered by armor and could not be seen clearly, it could be seen from the muscles on his face and neck that all the muscles had risen high and could release explosive power at any time.

"Destroy under the rage of the Lord of Fire, the snippets." The burly Mobak stepped forward, and as if the whole city was trembling when he landed on the ground, the battle axe slashed horizontally, and the pale yellow fighting spirit came out from the axe blade, and along the path of the battle axe turned into a fighting spirit slash and extended outward. After the fighting spirit slashed, all enemies within three meters, whether frogmen or scale creatures, were cut into upper and lower half.

The enemy was very tenacious. Even if it turned into two halves, the frogs still scratched the ground with their slender upper limbs and tried hard to crawl towards the dwarves. Even if their intestines were dragged all the way behind them, even if there were organs falling on their remaining bodies, it seemed that they had no effect on them.

However, this scene may have a great impact on others, but it is meaningless to heavy dwarves in combat state.

"Boom", the other foot also stepped forward, and the steel boots directly stomped on the head of a frogman lying to his feet. The frogman's brain was almost dry, and there was no scene of brain splashing, and there were only pieces of meat flying.

Against the tide of the frogman, Mobak walked out of the gate, stood in front of the door and attacked the axes and shields. Amid the harsh metal collision, the dwarf raised his head to the sky and let out a deafening roar again, as powerful as a god coming to the world.

The dwarf's terrifying aura did not scare away the enemy. These indigenous people seemed to have lost the ability to think and only had the instinct of attack. The tragic deaths of the same kind did not allow them to retreat, but instead made them have enough space for the frogs in the back row to launch a bounce attack.

The frogman's body attack method is very interesting. They always like to jump forward and then turn their bodies in the air, so that their two thick legs are at the forefront. After approaching the target, they pedaled hard, and with the momentum of impact and the strong power emitted by their legs, they hit the enemy hard. At the same time, extremely sharp nails grew on their toes. While pedaling, their nails would also leave deep scars on the enemy's body.

"Swoosh swish swish", the frogmen jumped out in large numbers, pedaling the dwarf's shields and bodies in groups. Unfortunately, no matter how sharp the nails were, they could not grasp the shields and armor that were filled with fighting spirit.

But power is a problem. Although the power of a frogman is not worth mentioning to the dwarf, dozens or hundreds of frogmen launched continuous attacks, especially the power and speed of these frogmen seemed to be the same as the lizard monster that sneaked into attack just now, with a strength beyond their physical limit. Therefore, after suffering hundreds of impacts in just a few seconds, Mobak was under a lot of pressure.

However, the dwarf didn't care. He took another step forward in the face of great pressure. There was an excited and crazy smile on his face covered by his helmet and beard.

The dwarfs, like war machines, moved forward again, which would inevitably reveal the door behind them. Although the crazy frogs had lost their ability to think, their instincts allowed them to see this best opportunity to break through. So, on both sides, a large number of frogmen jumped towards Mobak's back, not to attack the dwarfs, but to break through, but to attack the enemies inside the gate.

Unfortunately, they were greeted by a giant sword with two hands that was more than half a person tall.

If Mobak is like an unshakable mountain, then Sav and her giant sword are unpredictable winds.

The black giant sword waving silently, like a gentle wind, the wind of death. There was no sound of breaking through the air, no sound of waving. Under the control of the female swordsman, the heavy giant sword seemed to have lost its weight, turning into a phantom, gently passing through the enemy's body.

Without the sound of tearing the body or the sound of bone breaking, the enemy seemed to have become a phantom. The giant sword passed through the enemy's body without any obstacles, but did not cause any damage to the enemy.

However, Saff never looked at the enemy again. As his body turned, he had merged with the giant sword, floating past the enemy like the wind and circled back behind the dwarf.

It was not until this time that the body, which was scratched by the giant sword, slowly divided into two halves, from top to bottom, neatly divided into two halves, with a flat and smooth section, and even the internal organs were cut neatly until the body cracked and fell to the ground.

After clearing out the enemy near one side, Saff was no longer ready to go to the other side because Moria was still there in the team.

Wandering leisurely and happily among the trees and flowers, living carefreely in the forest, enjoying peace, happiness and comfort.

However, this is just an ignorant misunderstanding of Lin Jing. Such Lin Jing will only appear in fairy tales.

Indeed, Lin Jing, who is curious by nature, is optimistic, cheerful, naughty, lively, and loves to play and laugh, but they have never been gentle and peaceful creatures, absolutely not.

The forest is not a paradise of peace. It can live carefree in a forest where the monsters are full of crises are full of dangers. It itself shows the power and extraordinaryness of this creature. If you want to maintain a leisurely and happy life, only the corpses of enemies and monsters are piled up like mountains.

As Lin Jing, Moria is of course no exception.

At some point, a large number of roots had stretched out from the door and quietly covered the ground. When the frogman was about to rush out, the roots on the ground seemed to have suddenly become alive, twisting and winding, wrapping around their legs, climbing up their bodies, and strangling their necks. Well, they have no necks.

It tightly wrapped around more than a dozen frogmen, and the surface of the roots changed. On the rough bark, countless thin and sharp serrated teeth quickly grew, cutting deep into the enemy's body.

The roots are not motionless. Even if they entangle the prey, they are still twisting and twitching. Therefore, with the help of the serrated surface, the roots that entangle around the enemy become the most cruel flesh-and-blood grinder, slowly shattering the enemy's skin, flesh and bones, turning them into pieces bit by bit.

"Crash, there is no wind, but the sound of leaves shaking from the door is like a signal of attack. The next moment, dozens of acorns flew out of the door with afterimages, like shells, accurately bypassing the teammates outside the door, ignoring the barrier between the enemy's flesh and bones, leaving holes as big as fists on their bodies.

The shaking of the leaves was even happier, as if the enemy's blood and flesh brought endless joy to the forest spirit.

Be careful, unknown.

Several special lizards lurked among the frogmen as usual.

Before being domesticated, this type of creature was one of the best hunters in the world. He lurked in the dead corner of his sight, slowly approached his prey, and finally culled in one fell swoop. Such behaviors have been carried out for tens of millions of years and have long been imprinted into their instincts. Even now, they have lost their lives and their minds, and can still perfectly perform the most standard hunting behavior, just like what they do now.

Lieutenant, hiding himself and peeking into prey quietly. The metal-wrapped dwarves are too big for hunting. Special lizards focus their targets on Saf and patiently look for opportunities.

Slowly approach the corner of the wall, step by step against the edge of the wall. The closer you get to the target, the slower the speed and the gentler the movement.

Ten meters, eight meters, five meters, good opportunity.

The special lizard bent up and was about to rush out to the female swordsman the next moment, but at this moment, it found a person, a thin, thin fur covered with hands and feet, and a ridiculously pointed hat, smiling at it.

"Hello." Makajren suddenly appeared from the shadows, waved at the special lizard, revealing a sly smile that belonged to the half-ling. "I'm glad to see you, and then, goodbye."

How could the halfling who had already wandered outside and appeared in the shadows watch his enemies sneak attack his comrades? The comrades did not consider whether there was an enemy hiding in the dark to attack him because they believed in his ability and believed that the shadow was his kingdom. In this case, how could he live up to his trust and let go of the lurking enemy?
Chapter completed!