Dyne did not stop because of the success of the blow, and after laughing at Thranduil, he swung the sledgehammer in his hand again.
"Argus Corps, come out!"
He had come here to help Thorin and their king out of the siege, and these elves who were trying to lay siege to the city below the mountain naturally became their undead enemies.
Following the fall of Dai's words, the originally neat dwarf regiments gave way again in unison.
Yesterday da da! The water chestnuts of the argali and the dwarf's armor rubbed together to make a symphony, and they shuttled through the dwarf army, but in a flash, they had already entered the front of the army.
"Dwarves! Our king is ahead! The city below the mountain! But these elves are trying to take our dwarven city! Besiege our dwarf king! Say! What shall we do!"
Dyne's loud voice resounded in the sky above the entire valley, and all the dwarves couldn't help being shaken, and the eyes hidden under the thick armor also showed a frenzied excitement.
Although they are all rough dwarfs, they usually do things without scruples and don't care, but they also have their own beliefs.
The king of the dwarves is their belief, the underground city is their glory, it is inviolable, provocateur, that is against all their dwarves.
"Kill, kill, kill!" The dwarf's voice filled the air.
Dyne nodded in satisfaction, then raised the hammer in his hand, stretched out his hand, and opened his throat:
"Then let us.. for the city under the mountain, for our king, for the glory of the dwarves, let's charge together!!"
words fall,
"Boom!" Like the torrent of bankruptcy, in an instant, the valley was covered by the sound of galloping iron.
Countless dwarf cavalry, facing the golden light of the valley, charged towards the ground with an incomparable and indomitable momentum.
The argali of the Iron Hills is strong and strong, and despite the iron armor of dozens of kilograms, the speed is still not weak.
They have been trained by the dwarves to be uniform, and they have been trained to regard death as if they were at home.
Thranduil was startled, and the argali cavalry was majestic. If he rushed into his elf army like this, he would definitely suffer heavy losses.
"Send the arrows!" Subconsciously ordered, he tried to block the charge of the dwarves cavalry.
But the arrows had just lifted off, and those huge spinning spears approached from behind the dwarf army again, knocking down the arrows all over the sky again, and then swept across the ranks of his elf army.
"Quick! Sangar Shield!" Another mistake made Thranduil extremely distressed, and he hurriedly ordered a change in the attack method.
Sangar Array Shield is a kind of shield to defend against the enemy's attack. Its key lies in the shield soldier. The shield soldier must hold a huge shield at the front to resist the enemy's first wave, the most violent impact from the front.
As long as the first charge is resisted, the battle situation after that will tend to ease, turning to the competition and consumption of the strength and strength of the soldiers on both sides.
The elf army of the Woodland Kingdom changed its formation again with the order of their king.
Although they were caught off guard by the spinning spears and arrows of the dwarves in the match just now, and injured a lot of people, it still did not affect their speed of action and their determination to fight.
In the team, those tall and strong elves rushed to the front with golden shields, one by one, scattered in an orderly manner, and inserted the shields heavily into the ground and placed them on the shoulders.
The elves in the back also followed, and for a while, in front of the long army formation, a thick high wall was built, and the dazzling golden color stretched like a long dragon, which looked magnificent and strong.
"As expected of a high elves, such resolute and decisive action is truly admirable!" Carl thought to himself.
Of course, the so-called high elves are not the supreme elves.
High elves refer to elves who once lived in the realm of the gods, while high elves are elves with the pure blood of the three major elves.
A part of the elf army that Thranduil is now leading is composed of the high elves – the Sindar elves; the other part of the elves are the ordinary elves who originally lived in the dark forest of Cyr, also known as the wood elves. .
Now, the ones holding shields in front of them are all high elves–Sindar elves.
Of course, even though the Sindar elves formed the Sangar Shield, they still failed to stop the fanatical argali cavalry from rushing forward.
The distance between the two sides is rapidly narrowing, the next moment, "Boom–"
Looking far from the sky, I could only see a black steel torrent crashing directly into the golden giant tower.
The horns of the argali collided with the shield, like bursts of dull gongs and drums. Together, the sounds made the already roaring battlefield even more chaotic and noisy.
The city wall was impregnable, and the argali head iron ignored it, and finally, with the waves of shocks, the shield wall was still opened.
The dwarves clenched the iron spears in their hands, sat on the argali's body, crossed the openings, stepped on the golden shield, and rushed into the army of elves.
"Kill–" shouted everywhere.
The elves did not panic because of this, the spears flashed, and as they went forward, countless spearheads directly saddled the dwarves who jumped into the formation, along with the sheep.
But the dwarves are still following one after another, the previous companion fell, and the next moment was replaced, and then the elves who were too late to respond also made a pair.
Countless similar scenes were staged continuously on the front line, the sound of soldiers fighting, screaming, or the death of the dwarf 043, or the death of the elves, no one stopped at all, and blood began to permeate the chaos.
The ground was gradually piled up with golden or iron-colored corpses. Everyone was holding the long sword in their hands tightly, and a terrible roar came from their mouths. It will not go to the hand, and it can be chopped to the neck and will never fall to the shoulder.
Everyone went crazy, leaving no room and backhand.
Gold and silver finally merged together completely, forming a mixed and discordant color.
"Ah!" Dyne, the Lord of the Iron Hills who rode a stupid pig, finally rushed to the front, swung his sledgehammer and smashed the people who passed by, knocking them to death!
The elf king Thranduil looked at the slaughter that rose around him, and his eyes were a little painful.
But in the end, he could only endure the grief brought by the death of the elf, driving the elk and wielding the long sword of the elf, constantly traveling through the chaos, thus harvesting the lives of all the dwarves.
"How cruel!" Carl sighed slightly, watching what happened.
War is always so cruel and ruthless, it can only bring endless pain.
However, despite this, people often choose to let these painful things happen to ordinary people for various purposes.
I have to say, it's really a sad thing.