Black Dragon Code

At this time, McNee seemed to be a different person, majestic like a god, and his whole body seemed to have infinite power radiating in all directions. He stretched out his arms, and the warhammer wrapped in arcs automatically returned to his hands, and the King of Thunderblade stepped forward. Alright, he looked up to face the infantrymen of Al Salah, his breath was long and slender, and his taupe curly hair was blown back by the wind and danced wildly.

McNee strode forward, exposed to the attack range of the steam tank, and the mithril armor was shining brightly. I don't know when the sky was still covered with dark clouds. Originally, Alsara chose to attack at noon, even if it was cloudy, the light should It is sufficient, but at this time the valley is gloomy like before dawn, and there seems to be the low roar of heroic spirits in the strong wind. Charles Charlie held the long sword uncomfortably, and stared at the dwarf king standing alone surrounded by the Alsara army.

"Faith and glory." McNee's voice came from all directions, rumbled with echoes, he raised his warhammer up to Alsara's coalition forces, and roared deafeningly: "Facing the rolling thunder, feel the wrath of the god of Moradin! "

The lightning split the cloud-covered sky, and the thunder sounded like a heavy hammer on a huge iron felt, which was buckled above the world. The dwarf gods swung their forging hammers and smashed on the dome, The sky was torn apart by the electric light, and a hole was opened in the middle, briefly revealing a glow a hundred times stronger than the sun.

"Crack!"

Thick pillars of lightning fell from the sky, precisely hitting a steam tank that was adjusting its shooting angle. The arc flowed on the magic energy reactive armor, making the surface of this steel-black iron beast flash with mottled brilliance, and the tank sent out a burst of gear stirring. sound, and then stood still.

It was not completely damaged. When the steam tank plan was proposed, the design of the defense system was the top priority, but as developers, the red lotus goblins ignored one point, which was the protection of mortal drivers (in the steam tank design plan, driving The crew members were orcs and goblins), after being hit by the thunder, the main parts of the tank were well protected, but the arc penetrated the isolation layer and penetrated into the cockpit, even if it was only a little, it was enough to crush the lives of these ordinary people.

Without a manipulator, even the most powerful weapon is a dead thing, and McNee knows that.

As a warrior, the Dwarf King unleashed a curse-level strike, and thunderbolts fell from the cloud-covered sky one after another, hitting the strategic weapon steam tank of the Alsara Army one after another, killing one driver after another. Let the black fangs lose their ability to move and misfire.

At the same time, another dwarf army that circled around the flank rushed into the battlefield with golem puppets.

"For the Thunder Blade Clan!"

"For the Trade Federation!"

"This is our place,

Get out! "

The miraculous performance of the dwarf king completely reversed the situation of the battle and raised the morale of his own camp to a high point. The dwarves blew the horn of counterattack, the garrison troops of Wanster Fortress came out in full force, and the griffins and horned eagles screamed. Falling from the sky, crossbow arrows and cavalry spears shot out, and golem puppets strode out of the way.

The enemy was retreating, and Alsara's front line was constantly moving back. McNee realized that the opponent was retreating. They were all in this battle, and they won!

"What's the point?" whispers echoed across the battlefield.

"I hear you, come out!" McNee yelled: "Ruen Joseph, your cheap spells can't disturb a dwarf, if you have the courage, come out and face me."

"You won, so what?" Luen Joseph's voice echoed on the battlefield, "The outcome of a partial battle does not determine anything. If you are determined to resist to the end, all of you will die in the end."

"You are stalling for time, you just want your soldiers to retreat." McNee cut down an Alsara knight: "We won, and will continue to win, tell the northerners behind you, if they still plan to set foot in the middle, The dwarves will give them a taste of the hammer."

The army is withdrawing one after another, but Rune's voice is still ringing out. He is not delaying time, but really wants to communicate with the dwarf king.

"Thunder Lord McNee, I admit that you are the strongest in the central region, and you have the mighty power to turn the tide of a battle in your charge."

He said: "But so what? Compared with the Black Emperor, you are just an ordinary person. Compared with you, his strength is like the sea to a drop of water. Your useless struggles are all futile now. The tide of black wings in the distance is rushing to the other end, and your clan, your allies, and even the gods behind you may be powerless."

McNee seemed a little tired from the previous battle. He randomly found an enemy corpse, sat on the knight's armor, gasped slightly, and after listening to Luen's words, he smiled: "Really? Then according to what you said, Ai There will be no more wars in Ladia in the future, everyone sits down and wrestles their wrists for a power comparison, and then the weaker side surrenders directly, is that what you mean?"

Rune was silent, not knowing what the dwarf wanted to say.

"Idiot." McNee cursed suddenly, using the dwarven language, and then changed his tone: "Listen, human beings, this is not the case. All the stories of generosity and elegy in this world are about using the weak to defeat the strong, not Bullying is what makes heroes and epics come about. Maybe you will bend your knees before the dragon, but the dwarves don't. The dwarves only have axes and hammers."

"Back then, the Marshland Alliance fell apart, and the kings of the three castles went their separate ways. Prince Maran of the Red Castle took the Storm Clan to the Buluo Empire, and Prince Atas and the Ambition Clan of Graycastle went to the north. They received preferential treatment. "

Rune tried to persuade the favored man to surrender: "There are your compatriots there. Black Wing is not the territory of a tyrannical dragon, but a kingdom with many followers, McNee, join us, just like Prince Atas, You can also feel the kindness of the Black Emperor."

"You came with war, spread the plague to every race, and let the flames of war burn every corner. If this is the kindness in your mouth, I think I really feel it." McNee sneered, his breath becoming Uniform, gradual recovery from previous consumption.

"You don't understand at all what Emperor Caesar did all this for." Before Luen spoke, Charles couldn't help interjecting, with a slightly excited tone, "You don't know that this world will be hundreds of years later Facing something, the unification war is imperative..."

"You don't understand!"

McNee interrupted him louder and angrier: "This is our home, our wives, our children, and everything we hold dear is behind us, no matter what reason you have, as long as Entering this land, the Thunderblade dwarves will stand here holding their weapons tightly, because we are protecting everything we own! Let the Blackwing King come, and we will build a high wall of fortress with our own bodies, never Retreat, unswerving until death."