"Rafaelt!!" The ordinary dwarf warriors around who were holding swords and axes but had no chance to fight shouted out the name of the victim.
However, Rafaelt was only the first. Immediately afterwards, another low-level warrior was pierced through the body by a javelin from a distant golem during the fight, and then his head was chopped off by the golem in front of him.
Almost at the same time, a mid-level warrior was hacked to death by three golems in an attempt to rescue two low-level warriors who were trapped in the trap. On the human side, Ji Yijun, who was relatively weak, and Aura, who lacked combat experience, also began to face danger.
The surrounding dwarf warriors could not help themselves, as they watched the strongest and most talented warriors in the tribe sacrifice themselves to protect them. Even the humans who came from afar were fighting with all their might.
The noble female magician had vomited blood and collapsed. Several soldiers were also injured.
These men who worship iron and fire cannot stand being just bystanders. Their strength may be only a few or even a dozen times that of those on the field, but their fighting spirit is no less.
The fall of elite warriors one after another not only failed to scare the dwarves present, but instead aroused the bloodiness of many ordinary dwarves.
Farrell, standing outside the court, picked up his hammer and said to Morey, "I have to go on the court. Although I am not a warrior, I still have fighting spirit. I have been forging iron all my life, but I have never forged iron that moves."
He took a step forward, and seeing Morey also taking a step forward, he couldn't help but laugh, "What? You want to go too? Without a prepared magic circle, you'll be nothing on the battlefield. You'd better wait to heal us... or collect our bodies."
Morey handed over a small bottle of potion: "You are just a weight on the battlefield. Drink this can of super sensitivity potion and keep up with their pace."
"There must be some side effects, right?" The dwarf took the bottle and poured it into his mouth. "Hey, otherwise why don't you give it to Ji Yijun and the others."
"That's tomorrow's business. Survive first!" Morey said calmly, but in his hand in his sleeve was a bottle of the same potion.
Farrell roared, raised his hammer and joined the battle. His action inspired the warriors behind him who could not restrain their fighting spirit. They ignored Yassen's previous arrangements and warnings, and rushed forward with their weapons in hand.
They may not be a match for the golem, but they fought desperately, using hammers, axes, even fists and bodies to hold the golem back. Because their homes were behind them, and every dwarf knew that if they chose to retreat here, the crazy golem would have no mercy on the elderly, women and children in the village.
All the golems in the tunnel finally ran out. Pneumatic cannons and air guns destroyed half of them at the entrance of the ruins, but there were still more than ten golems left beside the chevaux de frise, fighting with the dwarf warriors who rushed up at the stone wall.
At this time, the gunners were no longer useful, so these brave dwarves picked up the nearest hammers, knives, and even rods, jumped over the low wall, and rushed towards the golem. Some air gunners, who had run out of bullets and could not find weapons, simply raised their air guns and smashed the golem with the butts of their guns.
The power of the masses is strong everywhere. If at the beginning, golems were lions and tigers, and dwarves were hunters, then now golems are insects, and dwarves are ant colonies.
More than a dozen golems were overwhelmed by the dwarves pouring in from all directions.
However, the participation of ordinary dwarf warriors also caused the number of casualties on the field to increase sharply. In a few minutes, more than a dozen dwarves died under the swords and guns of the golems. However, these sacrifices were not in vain. Once the powerful golems were pulled, dragged, and hugged by these dwarves, they would become distracted and move slowly, which gave the fighting warriors an opportunity to attack.
So, after the ordinary dwarves joined the battle, three more golems were quickly destroyed by everyone's joint efforts.
However, this was exchanging the life of a dwarf warrior for the life of a golem. Often, to destroy a golem, it would cost the lives of several dwarf warriors.
The loss is just too great.
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Ji Yijun was already wounded in several places, half of his body was stained red, some of the blood was his, some of the blood was the dwarf's, mixed together and difficult to distinguish. He was about to go around to the side to attack the golem's shoulder joint, but he didn't expect to step on the blood and mud, his feet slipped and fell to the ground, and the magic sword also fell out of his hand. The golem noticed his mistake and immediately raised his knife to chop. Ji Yijun rolled on the ground, but bumped into a barricade. The golem chopped off the barricade with one knife, and then went straight to his waist with another knife.
This is the end! Ji Yijun watched the blade attack his head, but his body was too late to make any moves. At this moment, two dwarves pounced on the golem's knife-wielding arm.
The two of them held the golem's forearm tightly from below to prevent its knife from falling.
However, the power of the golem was not something that two ordinary dwarves could contend with. The golem leaned forward, and its knife-holding arm pressed down further and further, pushing the dwarves to the ground little by little.
Ji Yijun quickly jumped up from the ground. His magic sword had already fallen somewhere. He grabbed a warrior's hammer from the ground, summoned his remaining fighting spirit, and smashed it on the golem's head.
The golem raised its other arm and tried to hit him, but Ji Yijun ducked his head and dodged.
He struck again and again with his hammer, until the golem could no longer move.
A white evil spirit emerged from the golem's head. Ji Yijun concentrated the last of his fighting spirit in his hand and grabbed the evil spirit. The evil spirit let out a sharp cry and was burned to ashes by the fighting spirit.
After completely dealing with the golem, Ji Yijun ran to the two dwarf warriors who had saved him. The two dwarf warriors had been crushed beyond recognition by the golem. One dwarf had his bones shattered and his body twisted into a strange shape, lying on the ground without a sound. The other dwarf was spitting blood, his shoulder had been crushed, and his head had to rest on the golem's arm to prevent it from falling.
The dwarf could no longer speak, and his originally brown beard was dyed red and purple by blood and internal organs. But when he saw Ji Yijun, he tried to smile, and that smile squeezed the wrinkles and wounds on his face together. This was the ugliest smile Ji Yijun had ever seen, but also the most moving smile he had ever seen.
The dwarf tried his best to raise his arm two inches and gave him a thumbs up. Then his eyelids couldn't stop falling. He struggled several times, and finally could not resist the call of nature. He closed his eyes completely, but his smile was frozen at that moment.
Ji Yijun stood there in a daze, not knowing when his face was covered with tears mixed with blood.