Chapter 34 Chapter 30 Bruno's Battle

Seeing this counterattack—thousands of orcs storming up in rage—Banneker Braunenwell knew it was over.This will be the last battle on the surface, victory or defeat, pursuit or retreat. Realizing the size of the orc army, and the huge number of reinforcements to come, the old dwarf lost heart. The sound of killing sounded behind him, and he quickly rushed to the edge of the cliff, where many dwarves were standing there looking down. There the old dwarf saw a scene of carnage. The dwarven front on the west side of Guardian's Canyon has been completely torn apart.How can they keep it?The enemy's army was simply too numerous, more numerous than any army Banneker had ever seen in his life.

"How many orcs." He asked in disbelief.In front of the orcs all over the mountain, the old dwarf felt that all his strength had disappeared. "Five thousand? Ten thousand?" "They'll be sweeping across the valley soon," Torgg Hammerbeater warned. Indeed, Banneker knew. "Withdraw," Banneker struggled to squeeze out the words through his clenched teeth, "everyone, withdraw to Mithril Hall." The order to retreat had never been given to a Warhammer dwarf, nor had the dwarves of Mirabar heard such an order.For a moment, all the officers around Banneker stared at him with wide eyes.

"The giants are dead," argued a dwarf, "the dwarves blew them all up, and..." But the fact was in front of them, the orcs were rushing towards the valley, and the screams of dwarves could be heard everywhere they went.Before the whiners were finished, Togg, Singers, Ivan, Qued, and all the dwarven officers rushed to their respective troops and ordered them to retreat from the cliff. The dwarf commander looked away from the mountain and looked up the hillside where the battle was taking place.Thiberdorf Panter and his Ripper squad are causing great chaos among the orcs.The old dwarf nodded gratefully to them—their sacrifice bought him precious time to retreat.

"Fight well, Panter," he murmured, silently applauding their behavior. "Get back! Get back! Get back!" Banneker yelled at the dwarves who were descending the rope ladder. "Don't slow down until you reach the ground!" Banneker saw that the dwarves who had contacted the vanguard of the orcs gathered tightly together and slowly retreated towards the hillside. "We should stop their vanguard and buy time," he heard Tred shout from a place on the lower right. Two men came running, Wulfgar and Catti-brie, and they charged down the hill, straight at the orc.

Banneker held his breath. Tred meant to divert the orc's target, he understood.If they couldn't stem the charge of the orcs, at least they'd have to stop them a bit, giving more dwarves time to flee. There were quarrels behind him, and he heard many dwarves grumbling loudly, unwilling to retreat without leaving their fighting brethren.Banneker turned away in a huff, his eyes almost blazing. "Get off!" he yelled at the complaining dwarves, all eyes on him. "Get down!" ordered the old dwarf. "You idiots, we can all retreat! No one can get out of your way here!"

A dwarf pushed his companions to a rope on the edge of the cliff. "I will never keep a friend," the Dwarf was still babbling, but he had seized the rope and slid down the hill along it. Banneker looked back at the battlefield on the hillside. Panter and his companions had been surrounded. Banneker understood their mood very well. "Crush them!" King Obald called to the charging army, driving them on.The Beast King didn't give orders from the back of the formation as usual, but rushed to the front of the team, constantly ordering the orcs around him to move forward, and at the same time kicked the dead or wounded orcs aside to prevent them from blocking the way forward.

Obard cursed his luck—his first attack would have crushed all the fortifications, but the massive explosion and ensuing hail of stones scuttled his plans.The Orc King didn't know what was going on, but anyway, it wasn't something he should worry about. At this moment he has only one goal. "Crush them!" he ordered again. The Beast King was still pushing forward. He passed through his army and came to the fortification of the dwarves. He swung his great sword in front of him and chopped off the weapons that the dwarves protruded from the fortification, but there were still a few The spear pierced him.

It was a weapon forged by the Mithril Hall, extremely sharp, but it only scratched a mark on the armor of the Beast King.The Beast King raised his sword and slashed downwards. The sword was covered with flames. A poor dwarf had no time to dodge, and his head was split in two.Obard took another step forward, raised his sword and struck at the fortification, chipping away a large chunk of the stone wall. The Beast King kept hacking until he cleared all the obstacles on the wall of the fortification, and then jumped up to a four-foot-high wall. He stood there, holding the epee full of flames in one hand, and then stretched out the other hand, grasping the hilt with both hands.

Crossbows and arrows flew at him, then bounced off his armor.The dwarves screamed and poked the orc's foot with their weapons, trying to drive him out. "Run them to death!" roared Obard, standing motionless. Inspired by him, the orcs rushed towards the wall, and under his pressure, the dwarves hesitated.At the end of Obard's army, the giants threw huge stones to support the attack of the orcs, destroying one fortification after another. Obard grinned evilly under the skull helmet.He felt that his act of fearlessness would inspire Getty's giants to attack with all their heart.

The dwarves' position was submerged in the tide of the orcs, the dwarves' line was torn apart, and the dwarves fled in all directions. Some of them who had no time to escape were quickly swallowed up by the swarming orcs. Obard stood on the wall roaring, his epee gripped tightly in both hands, and he swung it non-stop.He looked back at the cliff to the northeast, again marveling at the huge explosion just now. But he quickly put that out of his mind, seeing his army push to the west, and even if Argen failed to the north, Obard knew they would win the battle at Defender's Gulch.

As he approached the gate, the Beast King became contemplative, and the remaining dwarves on the surface gathered and retreated towards Mithril Hall. Drizzt could not see the front line of the battle, but he could tell from the slowly advancing orcs behind him that the dwarves were being pushed back to the brink.He saw a commotion a hundred yards or so ahead of him, among the orc army.He saw the orcs constantly flying into the air, flying flesh and blood, and Drow immediately understood that it was Thiberdorf Panter who was resisting there. Drizzt didn't even allow himself to laugh, and as he approached the orc line, a number of orcs wandering here and there caught his attention. "The time has come to test you," he said to his companion, who was walking ahead of him with bound hands. "You must trust me." Innovindy stumbled, and Drizzt resisted the urge to go and pick her up, letting her fall to the ground.He grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her roughly to the ground - all the while trying to fight back the pain at the sight of the scars on her face. That's the only way to do it. Drizzt pulled her up, forcing the elf to stumble forward with the knife.The orc came towards them, with big yellow eyes, fangs bared, and various weapons in his hands.One stood in front of Innovindi, and the elf was staring at the ground closely. "Argon's captive," Drizzt said in Orcish. "For Algen!" Drizzt kept repeating this sentence, driving away the onlookers. "Tanya caught it." Drow added after seeing the suspicious eyes cast by the orcs. An orc beckoned to his companion, who rushed to Innovindi, took her arm and checked the rope.Drizzt pushed him away immediately. "It's for Argen!" he roared again. Whether it was a routine inspection or malicious destruction, the orcs raised their spears and aimed at the elves. Drizzt charged, and Flash struck the spear three times in a row, parrying it. Drow jumped up, "This is for Argen!" he roared, waving his two knives non-stop. The orcs shrank back, and Drow came to the elf with a scimitar in hand. The orc looked at him, then looked down at his body, there were already more than a dozen knife marks on it, and he fell to the ground. "Take me to Argen!" he yelled at the other orcs. "quick!" The drow followed Innovindi, forcing her to move quickly.The orc line split in front of them, and like boats splitting the water of a lake, they headed deep into the orc army. He soon saw the dwarves, and on the hillside, there was a tall and mighty orc swinging his fists, hitting all the creatures that got close to him. That was the leader of the orcs, obviously. Drizzt fell into deep thought.He found his center, he found his anger, he found the instinctive creature in his subconscious; the natural hunter.He returned to his inner realm, where there was nothing but pure instinct.The orcs surrounded him tightly, and there was little hope for him and Innovindi to rush out, but Drow chose to ignore them. He glanced at Innovindy, her blue eyes fixed on the leader of the orcs; the son of the beast whose father had hacked Tarashe to death in front of her. According to their previous agreement, Drizzt assured Innovindi that Argen, Obard's son, would be killed by her own hands. The shouts of killing echoed around them, and the shouts of the orc leader pierced their eardrums. The orcs rushed up the hillside, while the stubborn dwarves were still standing firm. A picture freezes in Drizzt's mind. The wizard's tower burned and collapsed, and the dwarf fell from the top of the tower and fell heavily to the ground. The hunter reached out and groped for Guenhwyvar. They knew they had to hold out, and there were their kin on top of the mountain, the dwarves still fending off the orcs.If they withdraw, Banneker Braunanwell, can they return? The Guardians on the west side of Guardian's Canyon believe that this is the only belief that supports them to continue fighting. They have no choice but to stick to it. But they couldn't hold out for long, their lines kept shrinking.Defending a position becomes a no-nonsense choice: retreat or die.Many chose the latter, or rather, the latter chose them. The remaining people retreated to the second line of defense, but the orcs followed, destroying every fortification and leveling every obstacle. The dwarf receded like driftwood at the head of the tide. They sent people to the north of the cliff and shouted to Banneker to retreat immediately.Their cries were answered, and the first dwarf descended from the rope and immediately joined the defenders of the valley. Other dwarves ran far to the east to inform the gatekeepers of Mithril Hall to prepare for the coming disaster. Soon, the guardians of the Guardian Canyon saw the gate of Mithril Hall, and they would have to pay a huge price for retreating a step, which also prompted them to retreat faster. "The gate is open!" cried a dwarf. Every dwarf looked back and saw that the gate of Mithril Hall was slowly opening in response to their plea for help. Reinforcements rushed out, their countrymen, many still wearing blacksmith aprons or simply wearing armor over the outside.It seemed that every dwarf who stayed behind rushed out, including many who had been wounded in the battle and went back to rest. They all heard the distressed cries of their compatriots outside, and they rushed out of the safe tunnel to join the battle. But the arrival of these reinforcements was not enough to help the dwarves win, far from enough, and their arrival only slowed down the pace of the orc advance. But one dwarf stood out in the line of reinforcements, and his presence attracted everyone's attention. His presence brought life to the entire dwarf line. Bruenor Warhammer appeared amidst the collapsing defenses. When Banneker saw the scene at the bottom of the valley, he couldn't help clenching his teeth. He couldn't believe that the defenders would be so completely defeated, and he couldn't believe that the orc invaders were so powerful. The old dwarf ordered the troops to concentrate on the edge of the cliff and ordered them to evacuate quickly. The dwarves began to retreat along the rope like a group of ants.The decision was made almost instantly, and after the order was given, there was only so much Banneker could do. He could see a black mass of orcs flooding Guardian's Gulch from west to east.If the orcs rushed to the bottom of the cliff, could the retreating dwarves still reach the bottom of the valley?Even if they reach the bottom of the valley, can they quickly organize a line of defense to protect their companions behind? This put Banneker Braunanwell in a dilemma.It would be a catastrophe, even a massacre, and these heroic souls would perish at their hands. He continued to direct the dwarves to retreat.He called to Panter and his companions to withdraw, and he himself came to the passage for the final retreat: it was the masterpiece of Torg and his engineers. Wulfgar and Catti-brie met him there, as did Torgg, Tred, and Singers. "You two go over there," Banneker ordered the two humans, who were too tall for the passage designed for dwarves, "go over there to the rope ladder and retreat over there." "We won't go until Panter comes back," said Catti-brie. In order to strengthen her tone, she kept holding the Tamari and shooting at the orcs.Stripes of silver light disappeared into the crowd of orcs, and no one saw the orcs fall, but there was no doubt that every shot took the life of an orc. Wulfgar pulled two thick ropes and tied them together so that they were difficult to cut or untie. "You two are stupid," cried Banneker. "You are the children of King Bruno, now, you must withdraw!" "We are needed here now," Wulfgar said. "As soon as Panter gets back we'll go," Catti-brie repeated, still firing. "He'll be back soon." Banneker wanted to say something more, but he didn't go on. Their logic was impeccable.His words carried great weight in Mithril Hall, but even he didn't want to leave before the Ripper squad retreated. He was in front of Catti-brie, Torgg and Singers on his left, Tred and Iwan Stoneshoulders coming, and Pike was sliding down a rope on their right. "Put the bow over my head," Banneker said to Catti-brie, who did so immediately, and quickly shot the first orc who charged. Compared with Argen's irregular attacks, her movements are graceful and smooth. Innovindi circled him back and forth, her rapier sometimes thrusting and sometimes sweeping, interrupting the orc's direct and deadly attacks many times. Argen faced her all the time, fending off every attack with his heavily armored arms.He stood firmly on his feet, maintaining his balance.The elf wind generally turns to the right. Then she stopped suddenly, jumped to the left again, spun around to counteract the sharp turn, and at the same time stabbed the orc's heart with the sword. But Argen, son of Obard, saw through the attack and dodged it before it could be launched.When the elf was out of sight, the orc turned and folded his arms across his chest.So the thrust, enough to pierce any orc, posed no threat to him. Innovindi tried her best not to look surprised, and she did not give up the attack.She knew she didn't have much time, and Drizzt Do'Urden was beside her, his swords flying up and down, blocking other orcs who wanted to get closer.Opposite him was a roaring black panther, which was slapping an orc in the face with its claws. The orc was forced to take a few steps back, trying to avoid this, the black panther took advantage of the situation to back away, avoiding the other An orc attack. Two brave friends gave her the chance to fight, and Innovinti knew it, but she didn't have much time to take advantage of it. Her attack became more violent, the left side, the right side, and then the center, the rapier pierced continuously, sparks sparked with the orc's armor.The orc's arms crossed and pressed down suddenly, the armor on the arms pressed the rapier, and pressed it to his left hip. The orc's counterattack began, and he did not raise his arms again to attack, just like his name "Three Punches" Similarly, he continued to press the rapier with his arm, and at the same time lowered his head, hitting the elf with his forehead.But Innovindi nimbly turned her head to the side, dodging the blow, and then nimbly stepped back, even taking a closer look at the orc's metal helmet. The elf instinctively drew back the rapier, blocked the orc's attack, and at the same time took a few steps back to stabilize his body. The orc had to stop the impact and hide to the side. The elf counterattacked, and the orc retreated. "Taught," she murmured, thinking she must pay closer attention to the destructive helmet. Bruno stood on a rock. He spread his legs and raised the gaping battle-axe high.The king of Mithril Hall is calling his people, calling for the dwarves of Denzo to stand in formation.That's where the Warhammer family originated.Whether it was luck or the protection of his ancestors, the enemy's spears failed to cause him any harm. He stood firm among the orcs, he was the hope of the dwarves, and the source of their belief.Spears flew at him, and the orcs tried desperately to grab his strong legs, but none of the orcs could come close to Bruenor.A wooden club flew and hit him in the face, drawing a long gash near the eye. Bruno growled. One of the orcs took the opportunity to jump up to him and smash him with a sledgehammer. Bruenor took the blow without flinching, and smashed the orc to pieces with the ax in his hand. Another orc rushed up, and then two more, and the dwarf king seemed about to be buried by the orcs. But they all flew out one by one, and Bruenor Warhammer was as strong as he was determined, and he would not fall, would not fail.Blood flowed from wounds on his body, some of which looked rather horrific.But Bruno felt no pain or fear at all.The tenacious spirit and strong body overwhelmed all the pain. The Warhammer King stood on that stone and roared loudly, and the dwarves of Danzo felt proud and proud like never before! They have no choice.Retreating past Bruno would mean abandoning hundreds of fellow men on the cliff. It is the logic of the dwarves to prefer to die than to abandon their compatriots. Bruno reminded them.He stood up from the sickbed and appeared on the battlefield, reminding them of their identities, their actions, and reminding them of what is most important: compatriots and relatives. The retreating dwarves gathered together to resist the crazy attack of the orcs, blocked the spears with war hammers and axes, and blocked the bloodthirsty desire of the orcs with the firm will of the dwarves. The orc's offensive was stopped by the stone where the King of Mithril Hall stood. Surrounding Banneker Braunanwell shoulder to shoulder, the five dwarves met the vanguard of the orc attack, battering any orcs who tried to approach with axes and warhammers.Catti-brie used the Taumari for cover behind them while Wulfgar swam around, chasing away any orcs who tried to attack the five dwarves from behind. "Pant, hurry up! Your men are down!" Banneker yelled at the few remaining Rippers, who had already started to move slowly towards Banneker and the tunnel. Banneker couldn't even see if Panter was alive. "Girl, go and help him," Iwan Stoneshoulders called to Catti-brie. "Go ahead," Wulfgar told her too, assuring her that the form was entirely in his hands. He did have the situation under control, and no orc wanted to go anywhere near this fearsome barbarian. Catti-brie stepped forward, she stopped behind Ivan's right, and glanced at the battle ahead.A group of orcs was surrounding the Ripper squad. The heart-piercing taumari shot a stream of silver and flew over the five dwarves towards the orcs. Catti-brie tried not to shoot in the middle so as not to hurt the surrounded dwarves.She got the rhythm right, left, right, right, then left.Each arrow will bring down an orc.The orcs around the Ripper team gradually realized that the reinforcements were getting less and less, and the Rippers responded by tightening their formation and moving faster. "You two get down now!" Banneker said to Catti-brie and Wulfgar as the orcs drew closer. "We can go faster than you!" As reluctant as it is, the logic is unquestionable.Catti-brie ran to Wulfgar, and together they came to the edge of the cliff, weapons slung over their shoulders, each grabbed a rope, and slid down either side. They were satisfied to hear the Rippers jump into the tunnel above.They heard Banneker calling to his companions to follow quickly. They also heard the orcs coming up, many orcs. Wulfgar's rope wobbled suddenly, and Catti-brie leaned toward him, and he leaned toward him. His rope was cut from above. Obard did not see his army besieging the Dwarf King, and his attention was fixed on the cliffs to the north: there were fewer and fewer dwarves there. The few remaining dwarves resisted, but soon Obard's forces would wipe them out. But a ball of fire suddenly exploded among the orcs, and another group of orcs rushed aside and began to fight... with the air, and the orc king realized that some were hitting their own people, and others were hitting stones. Obard quickly understood.He saw two figures appear, a woman and a dwarf joining the dwarves.They are wiggling their fingers to cast spells.More dwarves retreated from the cliffs, grabbing arms and joining the defenders as soon as they reached the valley floor. His troops are about to lose their hold! A bolt of lightning shot into the orc.A dozen orcs died on the spot, and dozens more were knocked down, dazed. Obard's plan collapsed in front of him. He not only wanted to drive the dwarves back to Mithril Hall, but also to wipe out all the dwarves on the mountain.With a roar full of resistance, he clenched his fists tightly, with such strength that he could smash stones into pieces.The Beast King himself rushed to the north, and he must not let those dwarves go. The dwarves would have no chance of escaping this time.Never will. Banneker dived headlong into the hole, right behind Thibdorf Panter, covered in blood.The old dwarf originally wanted to slide down the steep passage quickly, but he didn't know that he was stuck there. He suddenly realized that a spear had pierced his back and pinned him to the ground. The orcs swarmed up, grabbed his feet, and stabbed him with spears. Banneker struggled violently, but he knew he was dead, and he knew there was no way out. But a hand suddenly grabbed his collar, and Panter crawled back from the tunnel. "Come on, idiot!" Panter yelled. "Spear." Banneker tried to explain, but Pante didn't listen at all, and just pulled him hard. There was a sharp pain at the place where the spear pierced, and Banneker couldn't help but wailed loudly. But Pante didn't care about it, and pulled harder.He knew he had no choice, that he would never have any chance at all. The handle of the spear broke under Panter's violent shaking, and Banneker and Panter were freed and rolled down the steep passage.They slid several feet outside the opening of the passage, crashing into a pile of dry grass that had been used to cushion the impact.The dry grass had been washed away by the dwarves who came down before, and the two dwarves were hit hard, lying on the ground and moaning. Several hands grabbed them, completely ignoring their pain, and they didn't have time to check where they were hurting. "Seal this place!" Panter yelled, but a little later, a goblin slid out. It looked as if he had been forced in by the orcs above him, and the goblin bumped into Banneker, who was still lying there, throwing He groaned again. Panter rolled over, punched the goblin in the face with his gloved hand, and continued to call for the tunnel to be sealed. Torg Hammer is already in action.He slammed down a lever that had been set, and a large rock fell and sealed the tunnel mouth.There was also a very long spike on the stone, and a victim—whether it was an orc or a goblin—was nailed to the stone just as he was about to emerge from it. The dwarves have no time to enjoy the fun of fighting.They helped Panter up, and Banneker, who was seriously injured, left quickly.The exit of the passage was on a platform a quarter of the way from the bottom of the cliff, and there were many rope ladders nearby. Many members of the Ripper team had already climbed down from the cliff, and quickly joined the battle to guard the valley. Seeing the chaotic scene on the battlefield, Thiberdorf Pant shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up—or rather, to make himself more confused, and to figure out Pant's real thoughts Difficult—he immediately grabbed a rope and descended. "I'll get him down first," said Ivan Stoneshoulder. He picked up Banneker carefully and walked to the nearest rope, with Tred helping him on the other rope beside him. Togg and Singers took out their weapons and guarded the exit of the tunnel to prevent the orcs from pushing away the stones and getting out of the tunnel.It wasn't until Ivan and the other dwarves left that the two dwarves of Mirabar retreated. As she approached, he instinctively grabbed her.As the savage fell, they held each other's wrists and spun around the face of the cliff, knocking against the stone above.The weight of the Savage nearly pulled Catti-brie off the rope, but she held onto it with all her strength and determination. Wulfgar's rope fell and fell on the barbarian's head, causing him to nearly let go of Catti-brie's hand. But she won't let him do it.Her arms stretched out, her muscles ached and her shoulders seemed to be ripped off. But she must not let go. Wulfgar looked up at her, his eyes wide with horror—and she knew hers were too.If this continues, both of them will surely fall and die. But she couldn't let go.All her life, Catti-brie had never given up on her friends. What seemed like minutes passed, but in reality, were just a few excruciating seconds. Finally, Wulfgar caught Catti-brie's rope with his other hand and clung to it. "Go!" said Catti-brie, letting go of Wulfgar's hand.She knew that if this rope was cut too, there would be no escape for them. Wulfgar slid down quickly on hands and feet, as if galloping down the cliff, and he came to a raised platform and stood firm.Catti-brie followed, but a little slower, and her rope was cut.She fell, and Wulfgar caught her, taking her in his arms.The two of them were tightly attached to the cliff. "Not even halfway," Wulfgar said. He looked at another ledge beside it, from which the rope ladder for the next level hung. Drizzt jumped up and stabbed forward with his two knives, forcing the orc to retreat again and again, blocking other enemies who wanted to rush. Drow immediately turned around, and the scimitar drew a long arc, but the momentum was not fierce.Every attack he made was under his own control, and he didn't want to kill many enemies, he just wanted to separate Innovindi who was fighting the orc leader from the other enemies. Drow immediately turned around and saw that the panther was jumping from one of the sleeping orcs and pounced on another orc. Drizzt's eyes flicked over the two engaged in battle, realizing at once that Argen was pinning his friend down, making her back again and again.He should help, but as soon as he left, the orcs would come to reinforce him. "Feel your own anger!" he called to Innovindi. "Think of Tarasher! Think of all you've lost! Think of all the pain you've been through!" Every time he uttered a word, Drow swung his two knives heavily, trying to drive away the orcs who wanted to surround him. "Find a balance!" He tried to explain to Innovindi. "The balance between your anger and determination! Focus on the pain!" He was asking her to be a hunter, and he knew it.He wanted her to leave her consciousness and go back to her instincts, her feelings, her emotions, her fears.She had pulled him out of there, and now, she was about to fall into that state. Is there any other choice? Drizzt put aside his worries about his friends, and went deeper into his hunter instincts.He danced a wild dance with the machete, and the orcs who surrounded him were killed or driven away. Even though she was in danger, even though the orcs' offensive was extremely ferocious, and even though the battlefield was full of shouts of orcs, Innoventi heard Drizzt Do'Urden's words clearly. She swung her rapier flexibly, constantly blocking the fists of the orcs; at the same time, her feet kept moving, dodging the attacks of the orcs.She wanted to find her own rhythm, but the orc's fighting style made her completely uncomfortable. The orc attacked every weakness of her at an extremely fast speed.Innovindi had no doubt that sooner or later she would adapt to this rhythm and launch a counterattack, but she also knew that she didn't have that much time. So she listened to Drizzt Do'Urden, who was trying to drive the other orcs away.She let her mind sink into memories, thinking of Tarasher's tragic death.She felt the anger rising in her heart, gradually engulfing her consciousness. She swung her sword to the left, parrying a right hook from the orc, and then quickly retreated to the center to parry a blow from the left. Innovindi threw her consciousness aside, allowing her senses to become fully involved in the fight.The rapier and the glove collided and sparks burst out, and blocked another fist that the orc swung. Her emotions exploded and she fought back at the orc, at least she saw the orc block her attack with his fists again. He's headbutting, she realized, searching for that fatal gap. Innoventi stared at the opponent's constantly moving fists, and fell into a deeper instinct. She found a place in her heart between anger and determination. She lowered her head to avoid the blow, almost losing her balance herself.The moment she leaned over, her hand reached for her moccasin boots.A fist from the orc came over. This blow could have caused her a lot of damage, but she knew it was not aimed at herself.Sure enough, Argen's fist hit the rapier heavily, swinging it aside. Now the flaws are fully exposed. His head rushed forward, the muscles in his back tensed to provide power to his head. Innovindi raised her free hand to her forehead to block the blow, and she felt Argen's head hit her skull through her palm.She tried her best to keep her balance, but her body still sat down in disobedience. Argen didn't stop, he felt his head hit not only the elf's palm, but also a dagger that the elf had drawn from his boot, pierced deeply through the protective part of his helmet. into his head.Argen backed away again and again, the dagger on his head made him look like he had grown an extra horn. His two hands were waving in the air, and he kept spinning in place. He raised his head high, and the handle of the knife stretched straight into the air. All the orcs looked at their fallen leader in bewilderment, Drizzt Do'Urden took the opportunity to rush to Innovindi, pulled her up and rushed northward. Drow held the trembling Innovindi with one hand, and opened the way ahead with the scimitar in the other.They soon encountered a large group of orcs, Guenhwyvar jumped out and jumped into the crowd of orcs, and the orcs scattered. Drizzt quickly pulled Innovinti through between them. He took out a rope and stuffed one end into the elf's hand, which seemed to make her recover a little bit, and made her understand her responsibility a little bit.She urged Drizzt on, then put her hand to her mouth and let out a sharp whistle. They ran to a wide area, facing the rising sun, they saw hope: a flying horse was flying towards them. Mu Miao approached them and stopped on a stone.The orcs were chasing after, and Drizzt and Innovindi turned around to block them.They held the two ends of the rope and stood on the left and right wings. Mu Miao understood her duty and rushed towards the middle of the rope.The drow and the elves quickly came to the Pegasus' flanks and hid under the Pegasus's raised wings. Innovinti jumped up first, Drizzt followed closely behind, Mu Miao didn't slow down, its wide wings flapped the air, and soon half-flyed and half-run away from the chasing orcs. "Go back, Guenhwyvar," Drizzt called to the panther, who was still fighting the orcs. 他们很快升到了空中，长矛向他们飞来，但多数都达不到他们的高度，有几根靠的太近的也被崔斯特用弯刀挡开了。最终他们安全的离开了山脊，崔斯特回头看看逐渐缩小的战场。 兽人已经冲上了山崖，卓尔知道矮人们退回守卫者峡谷了。 如果他们能再早一点飞到空中，他就能看到陶玛里射出的银色光芒了。 桑蒂拉·星耀的眼中散发出坚定的光芒。她发出的的火球烧着了几个兽人，正带着满身火焰四处乱跑。 女法师释放了他的第二个法术，一道闪电冲了出去，击倒了冲锋队伍里的一串兽人。 不止一个矮人回头向她表达感激之情，这使得执政官深受感动。她是战锤一族的人了，她感到自己正为秘银厅而战，为自己的家乡而战，为自己身边的矮人亲族而战。 在她身边，南弗多也在释放者自己的法术，他成功的让一整队兽人陷入了幻术中，向悬崖冲去。 “好极了。”桑蒂拉鼓励道。 她看看前方不断减少的矮人，心中不由得感到一阵刺痛。桑蒂拉向南弗多眨眨眼，紧张地向悬崖上望去，矮人们正从那里降下来。她能身后的矮人们正呼喊着组织着防御，接纳最先下来的那批矮人走进秘银厅的大门。 但他们还要在这里守着，一直到所有人都进去才行。 执政官回过神来，看到一名矮人跌跌撞撞的退了回来，一支长矛插进了他的胸口。防线立刻出现了一个缺口，执政官冲了上去，释放出一串魔法飞弹把冲过来的兽人击退，但更多的兽人涌了上来。 两个矮人冲了过来，一个补上了缺口，另一个则把受伤的同伴扶到一处石墙后面，桑蒂拉如释重负地叹了一口气。 兽人冲过来了。 桑蒂拉想要找一个自己的法术能发挥最大作用的地方。她注意到一个兽人，一个身材极为高大的兽人，身披铠甲，背着一柄与身高差不多的巨剑。他从兽人的阵地中穿过，兽人纷纷给他让路。 一支十字弓矢尖啸着打在他的胸甲上，但是这丝毫没有减慢他前进的步伐。 实际上，这使他咆哮着冲了过来。 桑蒂拉放出一道闪电迎头击中了他，把他打飞了，落在身后的一群兽人之中。执政官感觉他死掉了，于是把注意力转移到矮人身上，又对着矮人阵地前方放出一个火球，近得连矮人都能感觉到火球爆炸的灼热气息。 一群着火的兽人再次四散奔逃，从他们的缝隙中执政官看到那个背着巨剑的兽人正向这边走来。 桑蒂拉的眼睛吃惊地瞪大了，她还没有听说过一个兽人能完全承受一道闪电而活下来。 但是那的确还是那个兽人，她知道。他正狂怒地冲来，沿途驱赶着所有挡路的兽人。他来到矮人的防线前，抽出巨剑把矮人们赶开，然后低下头用肩膀向矮人匆忙建筑的工事撞去，低矮的石墙快就被他撞倒了，变成了一堆废墟。 矮人围了上去，又都飞了出去，有的被他的巨剑甩开，有的被他提起来扔掉，还有的干脆被踢飞。 桑蒂拉忽然意识到他正在直直的看着自己。 兽人径向她冲来，南弗多尖叫一声。桑蒂拉听到侏儒开始施放法术，但她知道侏儒无法阻止这头野兽。她举起双手，拇指相交。 “走了，小恶魔。”她说道，一道橙色的弧形火焰从指尖发出。 执政官转过身去想要离开，但是她挨了一拳——或者至少感觉是挨了一拳。 她想要移动，但脚似乎被钉在了石头上，一动也不能动。她回头看看，马上明白了，没有人打到她，是巨剑穿透了她。桑蒂拉低头看看，一小半剑尖已经穿过了胸口，她知道自己很快就会被穿透。 兽人用一只手举起巨剑，桑蒂拉·星耀挂在上面，在空中无力的摇摆着。 她听到南弗多的尖叫声从很远的地方传来。 她听到矮人们惊恐的叫出声来。 他看到一道银光闪过，兽人迅速把巨剑向后挥去。 她倒挂在悬崖边，一只脚绕住绳索，头朝下把一支枝箭搭在弓上，向举着桑蒂拉的野兽射去。她射中了那个生物的胸部，使他向后退了一步。 但是没有穿透他。 “把他赶走！”凯蒂布莉儿向沃夫加叫道。 野蛮人跳了下去，向兽人身上扑去。他高呼坦帕斯的名字，举着战锤——用尽全身的力气——向兽人身上扑去。想要把他扑倒。 兽人举起一只手，顺手一扫就把沃夫加驱到了一边。这个强壮的野蛮人能一击打倒一个巨人，此时却被轻而易举的掼到了地上。 兽人把手臂举得更高了，桑蒂拉无助的挂在剑上，不停的挣扎哀嚎。巨剑一下布满了火焰，桑蒂拉叫的更痛苦了。兽人则在下面迅速挥了一下手臂。 桑蒂拉·星耀被劈成了两半。 凯蒂布莉儿又向他射了一箭，然后又是一箭，但这次兽人甚至没有后退，他转身面对沃夫加。 艾吉斯之牙飞过来重重的砸在他身上。兽人后退几步，几乎倒在地上。 几乎而已。 兽人不顾一切地向沃夫加冲去。 野蛮人召回了瑞吉斯之牙，再次高呼坦帕斯的名字，用力将战锤扫了出去。 巨剑与战锤撞到了一起，两个巨人面对面地站着，怒视着对方，艾吉斯之牙用力下压，打在了兽人的肩膀上，使他向一侧歪去。面对燃烧着火焰的巨剑，沃夫加不得不向后弯曲着身体，几乎要失去平衡。 兽人趁沃夫加后退的时候猛的向前一跳，两人撞在了一起，肌肉对抗着肌肉。 沃夫加被一拳打飞了，撞在石头上，勉强能保持站立。 兽人双手握剑，迅速跳了上去，企图在野蛮人能够防御之前给他最后一击。 一枝箭向兽人的脸上飞来，撞在玻璃钢的眼眶上，溅出点点火星，但这并没有阻挡他的剑砍向沃夫加。 至少是兽人眼里的沃夫加，剑重重的劈了下去。南弗多成功了，他制造了一个沃夫加的幻象，让兽人王把身边的一个兽人当成了沃夫加。 凯蒂布莉儿跳了下来，用一只胳膊搀起沃夫加，迅速离开了。 兽人赶了上来——或者说是想要赶上来，但他脚下的石头忽然变成了泥浆，一直没到他的脚踝，然后泥浆迅速变成了石头。 “坏兽人！”一个绿胡子矮人说道，他正在向奥伯德的方向挥动着手指。 狂怒的兽人扭动着身体试图挣脱，他蹲了下来，用拳头猛击石头。 石头裂开了，他跳了出来。 “哦哦哦哦哦。”绿胡子矮人惊叫道。 开膛手小队也赶了过来，他们组成许多两人小队向兽人身上跳去，但每个接近他的矮人都很快被扔到了很远的地方。 托格和屈德降了下来，还有辛格斯和伊万，他们正搀着重伤的班纳克，于是凯蒂布莉儿和沃夫加，还有不断哭泣的南弗多和其他人一起开始穿过守卫者峡谷，向秘银厅的大门冲去。 凯蒂布莉儿一下看到了矮人们信心的源泉，她不可战胜的父亲正站在一块石头上，战斧横扫着一切靠近的兽人，矮人们集合在他身旁。 “布鲁诺。”她喃喃说道，几乎不敢自己的父亲能够再次站起来。 在山谷的中部，布鲁诺成为了指引班纳克他们撤退的路标，当然，还有他的儿子和女儿——他很高兴看到他们还活着。 他的军队严阵以待，时刻准备着抵挡潮水般涌上来的兽人。 这将付出巨大的代价，矮人王知道，他也知道兽人的军队是挡不住的——尤其是巨人们还在不断的赶来增援。 矮人王站在岩石上下达了撤退的命令，告诉他的子民们回到秘银厅去。但布鲁诺自己没有移动分毫，直到矮人的阵线从他身边退去时，他才开始撤退。 他的高举着斧子跟在他们后面，他能感觉到长矛和剑在他周围挥动着，但这些都不能挡住狂怒的布鲁诺·战锤。他左躲右闪，一直向大门跑去，然后忽然停下，回身砍倒最近的一个兽人，使得兽人的同伙们惊恐地向后退去。 大门就在眼前了，他招呼着身后的矮人赶快前进，不愿在任何一个矮人之前进入秘银厅。他的力量抵得上十个矮人，意志则抵得上几千个矮人，他那满是豁口的战斧在那一天杀死的敌人比许多年里杀死的敌人的总和还要多。他身边堆满了兽人尸体，地面被染成了血红色。 是时间离开了，他知道，那些守卫着大门的矮人正在召唤着他。在最后向眼前的兽人劈下一斧之后，布鲁诺转身向秘银厅冲去。 与此同时，他身后的一个兽人举起长矛向布鲁诺刺去，已经来不及防御了，矮人王发出一声抗拒的怒吼。 兽人忽然向后倒下了，一个满是尖刺的东西撞到了他的胸上。从那顶标志性的头盔上布鲁诺认出那是第伯多夫·潘特，此时那个兽人还挂在他头盔的长钉上。 布鲁诺还没来得及说话，潘特已经扯住了他的胡子，拽着他向秘银厅发起最后的冲刺。 第伯多夫·潘特是那天最后一个进入秘银厅的矮人。在他身后，大门缓缓的关闭了，一个死去的兽人挂在他头盔的长钉上，毫无生气地晃动着。