Chapter 30 Chapter Twenty-Five

He felt as if he was coming back to consciousness from a dream, a terrible nightmare.There was a numbness from his side, but when he felt his limbs along his lower abdomen, Regis was surprised to find that there was no pain there. When the battle in the dream progressed to the point where the orc stabbed his sword into his stomach, the halfling's eyes suddenly opened, and the scene just now was still vivid.At that time, he tried to avoid the orc's stabbing by jumping backwards, but because he immediately lost his foothold, he fell from the high wall. Regis touched the back of his head unconsciously—the fall just now really hurt!Nevertheless, after sorting out the cause and effect, he thought that doing so might have saved his own life.If he had been cornered, he would have been pierced.He propped himself up on his elbows, and found that this was the side room of a residential house in Shallow Water Town.It was extremely dark around, and the night outside seemed to be getting darker.

He was still alive and lying on a comfortable big bed, and his wounds were also bandaged.They should have repelled the orc horde. Regis's surge of hope suddenly trembled—his body trembled at this moment—and at that moment there was a thunderous sound as the giant hurled stones at nearby buildings. "To live is to suffer from wars." The halfling muttered inaudibly. He rubbed against the edge of the bed little by little, grinning in pain every time he moved.He stopped immediately when he heard a familiar voice outside the small room. "A thousand at least," said Drizzt calmly and sternly.

Another blow sent the town trembling. "We can break out of it," Bruno said. Regis could imagine Drizzt shaking his head silently next.The halfling tiptoed out of bed and walked to the door, which was just ajar open.Peeping into the adjacent room, he saw four companions sitting around a small table lit by a single candle. What shocked the halfling the most was that Wulfgar's whole body was covered with bandages, and he had suffered quite a few injuries during the defense of the city. "Under the barrier of the Riven Mountains, it is impossible for us to return to the north." Drizzt finally said.

"And they have giants there too," Catti-brie added. "At least five," said Drow, "and I'm guessing the actual number will be more, because their stone bombing has not stopped at all for several hours. Giants are not made of iron; besides, there must be giants to carry stones." block." "Bah, they haven't done any damage yet," Bruno muttered dissatisfiedly. "It's worse than you think," said Catti-brie. "The giants are aiming at Weatherglue's tower now, and from what I've heard, they've hit it a dozen times in an hour."

"The wizard exposed himself by using fireballs in the last battle," Drizzt said. "They will keep a close eye on him from now on." "Well, then he should wish he could throw something other than a fireball," said Catti-brie. "I hope you all contribute more, too," Wulfgar interjected. They had stern faces and sat silently. Regis twisted and leaned heavily against the wall.Seeing that Wulfgar was still alive and not seriously injured, his hanging heart was finally relieved.His constant fear that the savage might die in his protection became reality.

Always, the halfling thought to himself.Ever since they fought the brigands in the passes of Icewind Dale, he had tried to fit in with the group, to find some way by which he could be a solid source of support for his companions without having to hide and flee. He had made far more progress than they had imagined, especially in the battle at the Spine of the World, into a tower known to be held by ogres. To be honest, Regis is very proud of his recent progress.Regis had taken a spear in the shoulder while he and his companions were taking the Crystal Shard to Cadderly, and since then his view of his own worth has changed somewhat.Once upon a time, the halfling had always viewed things superficially—in fact, he preferred to do so now—but his pride no longer allowed him to.That day, in the river, he was saved by his friends, who had traveled half the world to rescue him from the clutches of Pashapuk; Adventure" career.

And only then did he try to find some way to make himself more dependable, so that he could repay the favor he owed to his friends. But Regis never believed that his good luck would continue.He had narrowly escaped death in the ogre tower far west of the Spine of the World; he had narrowly escaped death again on the walls of Shallowwater. He moved his hand to the wound on his lower abdomen, thinking like this. He turned to peer again at his four companions, the real heroes.Yes, after Acar Kessell was defeated, he was embraced by the residents of Ten-Towns; yes, he once got his hands on the throne of power after Puke fell, although he quickly messed up things himself; yes , he is sung as one of the heroes by the inhabitants of the North.But squatting there, watching his companions, he knew the truth of it.

In his heart, he couldn't deny this fact. They are heroes, he is not.He was just in the light of these excellent friends. Listening to their conversation again, the halfling realized that his friend was discussing two options: sneak out of the village or wait for help from the south. The halfling took a long, deep breath, and walked out of the room just as Bruenor said to Drizzt "We can't let you go, elf. Neither can your big cat. We're too far from Panter. Even if you could You may not be able to come back in time when you get there; I am afraid that by then you will only be left for us to collect the corpse."

"But we can't lead a hundred people from Qianshui Town to break out to the south," Zhuoer said. He shuddered a little when he saw Regis; so did the others. "Hello!" Bruno yelled. Catti-brie rose from her seat and went over to lead Regis to her own.But the halfling, who was standing stiffly against the wall, didn't want to stoop, and was more used to standing than sitting. "Half better at least," he said to Bruno. He grinned again in pain as he waved Catti-brie to sit down. "You are much stronger than you look, Regis of Lonewood," Wulfgar said.

He raised a flagon and toasted him. "It's also much faster under your feet," Regis smiled knowingly, "You won't believe that I fell off the wall on purpose, right?" "What a cunning cover for me!" Wulfgar agreed, and the crowd laughed. However, the laughter is fleeting for a moment, and the heavy reality is in front of them. "No matter what we do, we can't convince the townspeople in Shallow Water Town to break out with us." Catti-brie returned to the subject, "They don't care what monsters come here, they just want to keep here. It is self-confidence; and it is even more so for the mage who stands tall."

"I'm afraid it's a little conceited." Drizzt said, "This army has a large number of people, and the giants throwing stones can bombard for a long time. Stones are not a rare thing in the mountains north of Shallow Water Town." "Bah, they can barely hit us," Bruno argued loudly, "and the monsters we can't deal with haven't been born yet." "One townsman has been stoned to death today," Drizzt said. "Two more were wounded. We don't have many people." Regis stepped back slightly, allowing the four of them to ramble on about defenses.Bruenor's idea of ​​'lower your head, raise your axe' seems to be the main theme of the day, but after seeing the rapid first wave of offensive, the halfling is not sure whether he agrees. The giants had not yet crossed the gorge, but the orcs had almost breached the walls, and the defenses of the southern town gates were weakened by the advancing enemies.Men and dwarves were constantly injured and absent, and Shallow Water Town had to face a surge in the number of orcs while its own strength was weakening.Regis knew that the orcs would stick together when they saw victory and riches to plunder. He almost blurted out at the time, and I took the lead in calling for help. South of Shallowwater, he'd be able to find a way to Panter's garrison, and then he could return with the dwarven army. He owed his friends at least that much. He was about to open his mouth to announce it, but he didn't.Indeed, the thought of sneaking out of a town surrounded by an army of bloodthirsty orcs sent a chill running down Regis' spine.Compared to doing that, he might as well die with his friends, not to mention that if he was caught by the orcs, he would be worse than death-the beasts would torture him to pieces. Regis was shaking so violently that Catti-brie looked at him suspiciously. "I'm a little cold," Regis explained to her. "Probably because you've lost a lot of blood," Drizzt said. "Go back to bed, glutton," Bruno said, "we'll keep you safe!" So it was decided, Regis thought to himself, and the thought made him flinch.They will keep him safe.They will always protect him. They knew that the second wave of offensive would come immediately after sunset. "They're a little too quiet," Bruenor said to Drizzt.The two stood on the north wall, looking at the canyon where the giants had appeared before, "There is no doubt that they are ready to go." "The giants will not approach," Drizzt expressed his opinion, "as long as the defense system is sound, they will not act rashly. It is completely safe to attack from a distance without having to face the wizard's lightning." "Exactly?" Bruenor smiled knowingly, he and Drizzt just happened to be on point, they had just come to the conclusion that Drizzt should sneak out of town and engage the giants; or at the very least, throw them a devastating stone Fire attracts away. Now Drow was hesitating, and Bruenor knew why. "We need you here, you don't have to doubt that." The dwarf said. Drizzt stared at him curiously. "But we can hold out without you," said Bruenor, "you needn't doubt that. Go fight 'em, elf. Dodge those damned stones, and leave the little orcs to us. " Drizzt looked back north, breathing deeply. "Now you're thinking about those questions again, aren't you?" said Bruno, "and you're thinking maybe it was a mistake to tell Catti-brie not to go with you; you're thinking maybe the decision to go out of town alone was a mistake : You're thinking, there's no point in what you're doing. But you know, it's not real, elf. You know where we're standing, flying under the boulders in Shallowwater, just as you As clearly as you don't want to leave your friends; and your friends don't want you to go either." Drizzt smiled back at him. "After all we've said, you still think I should go," he concluded. "My point seems fairly straightforward," replied the dwarf. "We are not trying to stop or harass the giants, nor are we assisting Shallowwater in defending the town. In terms of speed, you are the only one who can make it across the ravine in time to rescue soldiers, even though we made this When making the decision, my girl had a big fight with you." As soon as Catti-brie was mentioned, Drizzt turned his body slightly, and glanced at the mottled tower of Weatherglue from the corner of his eye. The girl was standing on the top of the tower, holding a bow and looking out.He glanced at Drizzt, caught his gaze, and waved him. "I won't be going for long," Drow assured Bruenor, waving to Catti-brie respectfully. "You have to go as long as you need," Bruno corrected him. "What I'm thinking is that if you can distract the giants all the way through the next battle, we'll hold on. If we're tenacious, the orcs will probably will retreat, or disperse enough for us to break out south." "Or at least a few people to deliver a message to Thiberdorf Panter," Drizzt added. "Little Dagna is planning this." Bruno nodded for confirmation, and winked at Drizzt as he spoke. The dwarves need not go any further, they all know what it means.Whether it was to weaken the orcs enough to break through, or to dissuade them from aggression, Shallow Water Town had to persevere in the next few battles. As the silhouette of the setting sun approached the horizon, Drizzt stepped up to the walls of Shallowwater, not starting from the north gate because he thought it must be under surveillance.He slid from the northwest corner of the larger watchtower, leaving as inconspicuously as possible, moving from stone to stone, bush to bush, crawling across the open space.He came to the edge of the canyon and waited there. Dusk enveloped his body.Through the canyon he could hear the throbbing voices of the orcs, and the grinding of stones piled by giants a few hundred yards away.Drow wrapped his cloak tightly, closed his eyes, and fell into deep meditation, forcing himself to become a complete warrior.He hadn't messed with the giant's plan to take shape, which was exactly what his friends needed him to achieve. Thinking of his partner, Drizzt broke out of his thinking state, and then he glanced at the dilapidated town, and when he saw Catti-brie for the last time, her serious and worried face appeared in his mind again and again. "Go ahead," that's what she'd told him earlier in the day, when he'd argued with her against the plan out of sheer selfishness. That was all she said, but Drizzt felt deeply that no dark thoughts flashed through her mind, those selfish thoughts, were all his own.They tried to hold the town against the odds, and Drizzt had to be separated from his companions. He didn't even know if he would ever see them again. Drow pressed his forehead to the ground and closed his eyes again.He wasn't afraid—at least not for himself—but he had seen the orc army and knew there were a few giants on the other side.The team is organized and determined, and there are many of them.Will they kill him and his beloved friends? Drizzt shook his head resolutely, dispelling the thought with recollections of victories over other enemies: the battle with Wulfgar and Guenhwyvar in the Giant's Lair; the battle to retake Mithril Hall; The pursuit by Ghis; fighting the forces of Menzoberranzan for the defense of Mithril Hall. Then the dark elf could barely focus on past victories, unable to recall anything.He consciously adjusted the muscles of the whole body, and then reconciled the spirit and body, and entered into a pure fighter state. The sun sank below the horizon. The hunter moved to the edge of the canyon and slid down against the rock like a shadow of death. Everything was exactly the same as the attack of the night before. As the stones hurled by the giants rained down on the town, the screaming orc army launched a charge from the south.The defensive strategy was much the same as before: Wulfgar stood at the top of the tower, and Bruenor's dwarves guarded the gate. This time Bruenor stayed with his savages—Regis was there too, and despite the advice of his friends to rest in peace, he wasn't content to be left behind. From the tower behind the wall, Catti-brie fired the first shower of arrows at the charging orcs - a flashing trail across the southern wilderness - as well as hoping to hit the enemy, they also served to illuminate the enemy. The effect of bright environment. When the orc was still fifty yards from the wall, the other archers released their arrows.It was a terrific volley that eclipsed Weatherglue's fireball. Many of the orcs died in that instant, but they kept closing in and rushed to the foot of the wall, throwing grappling hooks and climbing ladders. One squad, wedged between two streams of orcs, headed straight for the gate.Under their impact, the gate almost collapsed. Bruenor, Regis, and Wulfgar met the first wave of attacking enemies on the wall.Two orcs climbed to the top of the battlement wall, and Wulfgar grabbed one of the orcs just as it rolled up, lifted it high and threw it back over the wall, smashing its companions down as well.Bruno took a different strategy.As soon as the second orc straightened up, he ran up to him and leaped, shouldering it's knee and knocking it to the ground.The dwarf stumbled and pushed it as it fell--not to get it outside like Wulfgar, but into the town, where young Dagna and the other dwarves were waiting. Bruenor jumped up as soon as the orc fell, and Regis followed him, or tried to keep up.At this time, another orc climbed up the wall. The dwarf grabbed the halfling by the shoulders, pulled him behind him, and took a step forward.The orc fell with one swing of Bruenor's axe, and the dwarf's heraldic shield, adorned with frothing goblets, knocked down another orc, which tried to get back up. Behind him, Regis tried to help, but the halfling found himself dodging more often the axes that Bruenor swung behind him than the orc weapons.Regis turned to Wulfgar to see that the barbarian was in a battle as passionate as Bruenor's, shouldering the orc against the wall as he danced Aegis-fang wide and wide. More orcs gathered and wanted to climb up, and Regis kept jumping left and right.But obviously, he couldn't do it no matter whether it was assisting his high-spirited companions or fighting alone. One orc climbed over the wall quickly, and Wulfgar's hammer flew out, hitting the other orc on the right, and he slapped the orc on the left with his left hand.The orc steadied itself and tried to come back to attack the barbarian, but Regis ducked down and caught it by the ankle, tripping it up. The wise halfling did better than he'd hoped, though the orc still hooked him with his feet and dragged him aside.Regis didn't want to fall off the wall again - especially at the moment when the orc's long-lost roar of anger and another thunderous crash came from below - Regis let go of the small mace , firmly grasping the edge of the wall. "Glutton!" he heard Bruenor yell, and Regis's worst fears became real in that moment. He thought he was going to be a distraction—it would kill—a distraction for his friends. "Go on, leave me alone!" the halfling shouted. He let go and fell ten feet to the ground.At touchdown he counteracted the impact with a forward roll, but the pain from the wound on his side nearly knocked him out.He was just to the west of the south gate, and saw that the gate was about to burst open.He picked up the small mace that had fallen, and glanced at the dwarves beside him. He knew he was of no use to them. He knew what he had to do.When he heard his friends say that Drizzt, the backbone of the defense, could not be lost, he understood. Regis turned and ran to the northwest wall.He heard little Dagna yelling "Don't run around" to him, but he didn't obey, but ran to the wall and ran north along it. In a moment, he was standing on the battlement wall in the northwest corner, where Drizzt had jumped before him.Regis took a deep breath, glanced behind him and at the tower, and saw Catti-brie staring at him incredulously. He saluted her, then stepped his legs over the wall. "I'm not an evoker, but I have to do this job," Weatherglue lamented after releasing a fireball. He killed a few orcs, but unfortunately, due to his unfamiliarity with the school of magic, the position of the explosion just now was somewhat shifted; however, this has also largely curbed the orcs' offensive. He was leaning on the south stone wall of the top of the tower - beside him were Catti-brie and a few other archers - watching the unstoppable battle situation, he didn't prepare too many offensive spells, so The timing of casting the spell must be chosen carefully. He saw a breach in the southeast corner's defenses, and the orc scrambled over the stone wall and leaped into the yard, almost unleashing the twin lightning bolts he had prepared.He stopped the blow, however, for he saw the dwarves of Mithril Hall charge forward, and quickly overwhelm the orcs as soon as they engaged. The old mage had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the second breach in the defense. Two orcs climbed up the battlement wall at the southwest corner and instead of jumping down immediately, they raised their longbows instead. Witherglu waved his fingers and released a series of magic arrows, smashing one of them into a sieve, causing him to sway twice with his whole body on fire, and then fell headfirst over the wall.His companion responded by raising his bow towards the top of the tower, and in a menacing gesture he was about to release his arrow. Before Weatherglue could cast the second spell, Catti-brie took aim at it and fired.Her magic arrows pinned it to the stone wall. The wizard patted her on the shoulder, but she barely had time to stop and admire the teamwork.More targets are exposed along the walls of the southeast stone wall. Then, there were roars from the east and west, and the second wave of attack began.Dozens of orcs charged astride their worgs. Then a dense rain of stones poured down into the town, perhaps ten boulders at a time being hurled by the giant. Under the impact of another team on the southeast gate, Qianshui Town was about to fall, a hinge broke, and half of the gate was twisted open. He jumped back and forth between the rocks, climbing on the ground with his hands and feet, and crossed the canyon with jagged rocks and steep walls at the fastest speed.Drizzt glanced back at Shallowwater as he poked his head out of the canyon's northern rim, and that's when he realized his assumption about the giant had been correct.There were more than five of them—most likely twice that number.After the first round of attacks, they had been taking turns throwing stones to conserve energy, replacing two or three people at a time. But when the war escalates, they will completely separate from the orcs.The thud of the sling echoed behind Drizzt Do'Urden, a sound that proclaimed power and disaster. Drizzt was heartbroken at the thought of his friends still in town. He shook his head, expelling that annoying thought from his mind, and then jumped up on the protruding rocks. His nimble movements, like those years in the dark region, safely sent him to the ground. His mind was occupied with all kinds of possibilities, but he found the gist, which was to enter a meditative state.If there were a dozen giants in the mountains over there, how would he fight them?In what way should he distract them, or at least distract them, so as to buy some time for his friends who defended the town under the orc attack, and the townspeople who fought bravely in Shallowwater? The piles of boulders and the giants were the first thing Drizzt saw when he jumped up—he counted nine of them.Drow took out the magic statue from his fanny pack and summoned his companion, the big cat.He told Guenhwyvar to hide quickly to the north, waiting for his signal. Drizzt intended to draw out the double scimitars, but before that, he glanced at Shallow Water Town.He wondered if anyone there could bring his friends out.But then he thought that even with Bruenor, Wulfgar, Catti-brie, and Regis at his side, they would find that the enemy was outnumbered for them.The nine giants were not the common and relatively fragile hill giants, but alert and powerful frost giants. Drizzt corrected his count when he saw another giant approaching the group carrying a bulging sandbag, which he knew contained rocks. Could he bring his friends and Bruno's dwarf squad here, if possible?If Dagna Jr., Tred, and the others were there, they might be able to prepare an elaborate field to defeat these giants. Thinking of the canyon he had just escaped from, Drow realized how absurd his whole idea was.It was impossible for them to take the team across the canyon without being noticed in a short time-how vulnerable they would be in a steep canyon full of sharp rocks, with half a dozen giants throwing stones on their heads. Drizzt took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.Instinctively, he reached for the knife, but later moved his hands away, leaving them in the scabbard.He'd tricked frost giants before... "Hold on!" he yelled, walking towards the edge of their reach. "New enemies appear to the north and west, not far from here!" The giants looked at him incredulously, and several exchanged glances that Drizzt found suspicious. "Second dwarf troop!" Drizzt shouted, pointing to the northwest, "a very large troop, they're here to reinforce Shallowwater. But I'm sure they haven't found out where you are yet. " "How many?" asked a female giant. Drizzt sensed that the other giants were off to fetch stones. "Forty." Drow made up nonsense, trying to convey urgency in his tone to get the visibly suspicious giants to act. "Forty," repeated a giant.Drizzt found that his voice was as light as a glass of boiled water. At that time, he has no doubt that his trick has been seen through.This time, against this team, his smooth tongue didn't work. Drizzt was moving before the giant's sling had begun, and the warrior's reflexes kept him from being smashed to pieces. While rushing out of the stone pile, he summoned a dark enchantment on his back, and then rushed to the dense rock mass and the rugged path. Half of the giants came after them. Their rush out of the cairn put Drizzt's deception in jeopardy, and he entered the depths of consciousness, fighter and hunter.Relying purely on instinct, he predicted their movements just before he saw the giants. He cut to the left, just as a boulder brushed past him—it would have crushed him if he hadn't changed direction. Drizzt turned to the right again, slipping into a small tunnel between two stone walls, unleashing another dark ward, then leaping up the right wall, tumbling behind a drenched ledge. He knew that he couldn't wait calmly.He wasn't trying to get rid of the trackers for self-preservation, but to get as many giants as possible out of the slinging line.So, when the last of the five chasing giants also ran past him, Drizzt jumped out from the other direction and slashed at his back. The giant let out a howl, and his companions followed. Drizzt called out to Guenhwyvar. They ran wildly on the rocky mountain road, and a chase that would last all night was staged. The orcs flooded the cracked walls, finding every crack they could, letting their savagery run wild as they scrambled to leap into battle. At least, they intended to do so. A cataclysmic blow arrived from a high altitude, a blinding flash of lightning, passing over the stunned Catti-brie and the dwarves of Mithril Hall, hit the metal town gate and burst open, shooting out several blue arcs. Many of the orcs fell under Weatherglue's blow: many were killed, others stood still or could not see.When Dagna Jr. and Qued led the dwarves to kill to guard the gate, the orcs, who were unsteady and dazed, became easy prey. The dwarves hacked with hammers and axes, and the orcs broke their bones. But the orcs kept the door open, and more monsters rushed in, pushing and shoving their sweaty companions from time to time.The orcs rushed wildly at the dwarves. From the top of the tower, Catti-brie fired silver arrows at the orcs by the knocked-down gate, but she could only distract herself for a moment, as her primary target was at the top of the wall, and Wulfgar , Bruno, and five or six residents of Qianshui Town, still defending against the bloodthirsty enemies that gathered. It was not long before the dwarves and barbarians were back to back, fighting at the broken gate.They adjusted their orientations: Wulfgar looked out of the wall, while Bruenor looked down at the escalating battle in the empty field. Catti-brie watched them with concern, and when she saw Bruenor pat Wulfgar on the back, she understood.Shouting the name of the Warhammer Clan, the tenth heir to the throne of Mithril Hall jumped straight down and fell into the raging tide of orcs. "Bruenor..." Catti-brie murmured desperately, for he disappeared into the rampaging orcs almost instantly, as if he had plunged into the center of the vortex. The girl immediately shook her head away from the horrific association, and turned her attention back to Wulfgar above the wall, who had become a lone guardian on the wall. She fired again, frowning at the wound, but she fired the next blow and hit the mark.In that case there was no room for complacency.Still, as Catti-brie glanced down at the innumerable orcs, she pondered seriously whether it was possible for her to miss. He hid in the shadow of a boulder, praying that the orcs were too focused on attacking the town to see him popping out of the wall.At this time, an orc riding a wolf was swaying around, curled up, trembling with fear, while another orc rider jumped onto the stone where he was hiding, and jumped from him over the head. He could only hope he was far enough away from the wall that when they had to stop, he could get away. It seemed that he had just waited for the opportunity—the warg riders got close to the base of the wall and separated into two teams, and they took off their longbows and shot aimlessly at the wall. Regis changed from a sitting position to a crouching position, and slowly stood up. Hearing the low growl, he couldn't help but froze, and slowly turned around, only to see the bared teeth of the warg less than three feet away from his face.The orc straddling it bent its bow and set an arrow, aiming at Regis's little head. "You've asked for it!" Regis wailed hopelessly, as he held up the Ruby Pendant and made it spin. The halfling blocked the worg's kiss with his free arm. "I'll clean them off the walls!" Witherglue yelled, furious, as Wulfgar's people were dying under the onslaught far to Wulfgar's left. The mage waved his fingers and swung his arms, preparing to fire a second lightning bolt of immense power.At this moment of life and death, Qianshui Town will definitely need it. A boulder hit the top of the tower and bounced off, hitting Witherglu behind his leg, knocking him against the edge of the tower. Catti-brie and the other archers ran to him as he sank, his eyes white. The boulders kept hitting the tower body, and the giants obviously entered the range, and the tower trembled violently again and again.Another boulder grazed the top of the tower, shattering the battlement not far from the fainted mage. "We can't hold this tower!" shouted an archer. He and his companions dragged the beloved mage to some safety, then lifted him gently. "Go!" a man called to Catti-brie. The girl ignored him, still standing at her post, keeping her eyes on the wall and Wulfgar, who desperately needed her help now.She could only hope that no stone would fly from behind and knock her down as well. Shouting loudly alone the names of Mithril Hall and the Warhammer Clan, of Lost Kins and Fort Felbar, the dwarves rushed madly at the orcs pouring through the gates and leaping from the walls.Even amidst the turmoil, the dwarves' defenses remained tight - or so it seemed. They saw Bruno jump down.Dagna Jr. ordered a wedge formation, then turned to aid their struggling king. Bruenor slashed left and right with the notched axe.From the first time he jumped off the wall, he took more than a dozen hits, but the number of hits he swung his weapon was twice that number.Since the orc's offensive had no real effect on him, Bruno took advantage of the situation to counterattack, chopping off the orc's limbs wantonly; otherwise, he chopped off the opponent's feet one by one. The orcs began to put pressure on him, and he called out the name of the clan from time to time to fight back against the orcs.With a smile on his face, he looked at the blood splattered and the wounds on his body, and with a full blown axe, he responded to the orcs who hit him. It didn't take long for corpses to pile up beside him. There were a few orcs who wanted to take the risk, but Bruno took the initiative to charge.At that time, the orcs, frightened by the bloodthirsty and manic dwarf, even gave up a small space in front of him. The rest of the dwarves swarmed around him, Bruenor's exploits spurring them into even more engaged rage.No sword or stick could slow them down; no orc could complete a round before their eyes. The orc horde halted its march into the broken, high-hanging gate.The orcs retreated as the surroundings were filled with splashes of blood, screams of anger and pain. If Wulfgar hadn't stood firm on the town wall, the dwarves in the yard probably wouldn't have behaved like this.The barbarian dances Aegis-fang before him like a tireless dwarf perpetual motion machine.The orc jumped off the wall and fled with his tail between his legs. An orc approached and shouldered Wulfgar, trying to knock Wulfgar down, but the orc's momentum was neutralized by the rock-solid savage - it should have slipped away from the wall with the horde. 它被弹回一步，跟着沃夫加短促有力的右摆拳把它打得懵住。沃夫加单手卡住兽人的喉咙把它拎了起来，然后轻而易举地把它甩飞。 在那个人造飞弹后面，沃夫加瞧见还有一个兽人，这只正用弓瞄着他。 沃夫加知道自己毫无掩护，遂大吼一声想要转过身来。 沃夫加都来不及看一眼凯蒂布莉儿，并表达自己的感激。他意识到，她依然在塔顶坚持作战，俯瞰着他，用她那弹无虚发的长弓掩护他的两翼。野蛮人收回心思，继续把一个又一个的兽人从身旁扫落。 穿越了战场传来的众多号角的齐鸣并没有破坏矮人们的暴怒。他们不知道号角声是更多敌人到来的讯，号还是盟友打出的信号，他们也根本不在乎。 事实上，为自己的氏族的名誉，为他们最崇高君王的生命而战的矮人们，根本不需要任何激励，也没时间害怕发抖。 在许久后，兽人的队伍在大抵退尽。那时他们才省悟：敌人撤退了，城镇顶住了第二次袭击。 布鲁诺恰在大门的居中位置， 他们个个都大口喘着气， 身体沾满血污，并且左顾右盼，搜索残余的敌人。 他们成功了，地上横陈着数百兽人的尸体，而附近的院落的围墙顶，还有不少的兽人奄奄一息。可不包括任一名矮人或镇民在内，会认为他们已经大获全胜；不只有大门被攻陷了，围墙也已被严重破坏。许多地方的兽人尸体里，夹杂着镇民的遗体，这些战士的阵亡，是浅水镇难以负担的损失。 “它们还会回来的。”屈德严肃地税。 “我们还会再次把他们搠满窟窿！”小达格纳说道。而后他转向他的君王，寻求确认。 激情洋溢的布鲁诺用不十分典型、稍带疑惑的凝视看了他一眼。他还没做完动作——看上去似乎是要耸肩——就跌在地上。 战斗一结束，布鲁诺王再也无法忽视他身上伤口的影响，其中有一处是在他从墙上跳下时，被一把剑刺入胸甲穿透肺部造成的。 在倒下的矮人王身畔，极度疲劳、遍体鳞伤的沃夫加瘫在了围墙上，显然是呼应下面倒地的布鲁诺——然后他听到了凯蒂布莉儿的尖叫。他瞄了一眼从塔顶俯视的女郎，她的目光移向他身边低处的院落，而圆睁的双眸和惊惧的表情，已然透露了太多信息。 “你让我们伤亡惨重!”尽管声音不大，奥伯德还是斥责了他的儿子。其时他刚来到浅水镇南边的战场，视察尸横遍野的荒原。