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This time, it wasn't just Harry who thought so. Seeing the dwarf who was surrounded by thunder light escape from the siege, everyone on the human side felt a chill at the same time, knowing that the final chance of victory was completely gone.

It was exactly as they had expected. After being guarded by the dwarves, Sancho wiped the blood on his face, pointed at Harry with hatred, and then sneered and started an extremely long gathering. .

And as the thunder and lightning on Sancho became more and more "rich", the gray fog in the town, which was not abundant at all, seemed to have been diluted a lot, and the bright white thunder light bounced up and down on the battlefield. , everyone on the human side is dead white.

As long as his eyes are not blind, he can know that he is ready to "magnify".

Even without Avril's command, everyone on the human side started to work hard. Harry even picked up a tower shield left by the dwarves and rushed towards the pile of dwarves, hoping to interrupt the next one. 's combat skills.

However, the dwarves are not fools, and they also know that the combat skills of their own commanders are the key.

More than 50 [Rage Warhammers] threw their warhammers directly and held their shields on top, while the [Dwarf Axemen] began to smash their axes forward with all their might, and even smashed the tower shield in Harry's hand. did not stop.

Under the tenacious resistance of the human side, the dwarves have already stretched to the limit. On the surface, they have an absolute advantage in every aspect, but they have been entangled by the other party for so long, and the people who lie down are not even less than the other party. , the battle was far more difficult than they expected.

Even the dwarves who valued the glory of warriors and had a tradition of bravery no longer wanted to fight such a high-intensity battle.

Obviously he has completed the task, as long as he returns home with the news of [Longshan Warhammer], he can become a hero in the eyes of his compatriots... If he died on the battlefield at such a time, it would be the greatest tragedy.

Therefore, their will to end this battle is even as strong as the human side's desire to survive, and the key to ending the war as soon as possible and reducing casualties lies in the combat skills that are gaining momentum in the commander's hands.

Under the expectant gaze of the dwarves and the despairing expression on the human side, the thunder light on Sancho swelled little by little, and finally the whole person turned into a ball of blue-white lightning.

After the bluish-white "thunderball" stabilized and stopped beating and flickering, the dwarves who had been desperately resisting moved out of the way in unison. Sancho, who had been blinded by the thunder, let out a loud roar, swung the round hammer and dashed for a few steps, leaping high above Harry and the others.

The thunder light all over his body dimmed at first, and then, like an egg moving in a snake's belly, it suddenly collapsed into a thunder ball with a diameter of about half a meter. Along the chain of the thickness of his arm, it was forcibly squeezed onto the metal hammer head full of spikes. .

When Sancho jumped to the top and his body began to fall gradually, the thunderball just wrapped the hammer head perfectly.

With a burst of dazzling electric light, the lightning ball suddenly enlarged dozens of times, and in the blink of an eye, it spread into a spherical lightning field with a diameter of nearly 30 meters, and crashed down towards the human side where Harry was.

In the face of this huge minefield with an area of ​​one and a half acres, the people below didn't even have a chance to escape. It leaked everywhere for a long time, jumping around on the surrounding ground, and once made the earth several times more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

Looking at Harry, who was shaking wildly at the front of the crowd, and finally collapsed with pain on his face, Sancho, who fell from the sky, sighed fiercely, his face full of happiness.

However, before he was happy for long, several dwarves who served as guards rushed up, took out jars of purple potion with a fishy smell, and poured them on Sancho head-on.

Then he pushed him down to the ground, took off its hot armor, and began to apply ointment to the fleshy skin below.

The ability to bring down so many people with one blow is naturally very expensive. Even if it is a combat skill that you use, if your physique is not up to standard, you will be severely burned by the accumulated energy. Obviously, the price of using this combat skill is not high. Considered light.

"Don't... stop rubbing! Let me be happy for a while and then... ah!"

Sancho, who was still as mighty as a **** just now, was screamed repeatedly by the dwarves' rude methods.

Fortunately, the potion and ointment had an extraordinary effect. After a simple wipe, not only the severely scalded skin was restored to its original state, but even the blood hole stabbed by Iori was more than half closed. His physical condition was even better than before.

And just as Sancho scolded and got up from the ground, ready to kill the paralyzed enemies, especially Harry, who had tarnished the glory of the warrior, a mad dragon roar came from a distance.

The dwarves looked at the sound in surprise, but they did not see the figure of the giant dragon in the sky. Instead, on the ground at the entrance of the town, they saw the misty phantom of a white dragon, whose body slowly solidified. He is bowing slightly, and is about to pounce towards this side.

What it is? Dragon? Why is there no entity?

The dwarf who was close hadn't even figured out what it was, and he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then he didn't know anything. Nearly a hundred confused souls ran straight to the Styx, and they didn't know what happened until they died. What's up.

And the dwarves who are farther away, or who are in a more remote position, are much more fortunate than them.

Although they were hit by a shock wave that looked like a substance and vomited blood~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was blown away by the rushing wind, and the worst even flew dozens of meters, but most of them saved their lives. Neng raised his head with blood on his face, and looked in horror at the figure that smashed everything in the entire street.

Before Sancho's smile could be pulled to the fullest, he was completely frozen on his face by the sudden change.

He had a preliminary estimate of William's strength, but even if he failed to win in the power competition, he just felt that William should be a very powerful warrior.

He has seen many powerful people. What really determines the outcome of the battle are occupations, combat skills, abilities, and other more complex things. If you can win by pure strength, then the giants who rule the Austrian continent should be giants now. rather than humans.

Out of these considerations, after asking William's age and background when he was drunk, he decided to agree to Leonard's conditions and choose to do something to this group of humans.

After all, in a remote country like Flange, and a young man under 20 years old, even if his strength is indeed a little abnormal, how difficult can it be to deal with?