Your war hammer is too fake

Amon Chaka came to this place long forgotten by the world with his staff. Many mortal scholars who are knowledgeable enough have heard rumors about the mysterious race living underground; but even the dwarves and Skaven who also like to stay underground have very limited knowledge about the underground race.

Mortals do not know the secrets hidden deep in the earth. This is their sorrow, but also their luck, Amon Chaka thought. The underground race is not just one race, but a collective name for several different races, just like the countless creatures on the surface. Among these mysterious beings, some are real underground residents. They developed their own civilization in the underground world long before the arrival of the Ancient Saints; but some races are outsiders. They were forced to flee underground during the "cleansing" of the surface races by the Ancient Saints, and hibernated there with deep hatred for the Ancient Saints.

In the "hometown" of time travelers, there has always been a science fiction fantasy that there is a huge cavity deep in the earth's crust, which contains a complete ecological system and even an intelligent race living underground. This is a very imaginative hypothesis with unique charm in literary creation - it just doesn't respect geology very much.

However, in the Warhammer world full of magic and gods, the underground world is real. There are really continuous large cavities deep in the earth's crust, and there are really underground races and corresponding underground ecosystems in them.

In the distant past, long before the Ancient Saints descended from the sky in their silver-white spaceships, the world did not have as many continental plates as it does now, but only one continent: the original Lustria. At that time, the entire planet was farther from the sun than it is now, and the climate was extremely cold. Only near the equator were there animals and plants, and the rest of the planet was basically covered with ice and snow. In order to make the planet more suitable for intelligent races to live, the Ancient Saints, with the help of their magic toad assistants, readjusted the planet's orbit to make it closer to the sun, and the climate became warmer.

Afterwards, the ancient saints and their magical toad pets used amazing magical powers to divide the original continent of Lustria, thus forming the current distribution of land plates.

During this process, the Ancient Saints created the Lizardmen as bodyguards of the Magic Toads, and ordered these living weapons to eliminate all the indigenous races that did not meet the Ancient Saints' preferences. Many ancient races that did not even have their names left were either massacred and exterminated by the Lizardmen army or fled underground to avoid being hunted down. Of course, there are also some particularly powerful races that were neither destroyed nor fled, such as the Dragon Demon Clan, which was born from storms and thunder, and whose powerful strength even made the Chaos Evil God look at it with awe.

One thing that must be pointed out is that there was no Chaos on this planet before the explosion of the bipolar portal. Even magic did not exist before the arrival of the Old Ones. In other words, the races that were purged by the Old Ones were definitely not caused by corruption or something like that. Even the Dragon Demons only signed a contract with Chaos long after the end of the Cataclysm, responding to the call to fight for Chaos in exchange for eternal life. The contract even specifically stipulates that the Dragon Demons cannot undergo any messy mutations.

——Yes, mutation caused by the power of chaos is not an inevitable result. As long as the Chaos Evil God is willing, he can actually prevent you from mutating. However, only the Dragon Demon has received this special treatment so far.

However, Amon Chaka knew that there was another race that had once received the same conditions (Note 1).

"It is time to fulfill the contract, Faceless Ones," the voice of the Lord of Change echoed in the cave, "In the name of our Lord Tzeentch, the Great Deceiver demands that you pay the price you promised."

After Amon Chaka finished speaking, the cave returned to dead silence again. The Lord of Change had expected this, and it waited patiently for a while before continuing, "There is a city of surface races right above you. Destroy it, and you will be even with my Lord. Or do you want to try a more demanding repayment target?"

[Shut up, demon.] A voice appeared in the mind of the Lord of Change. [We keep our promise.]

The great demon chuckled, his voice sharp and hoarse. "After you complete your mission, you can try your luck in the southwest," said the Lord of Change. "There is a temple city called Zetlan. Perhaps your revenge can start from there... The servants of your old enemy have long lost their glory, and their weakness is beyond your imagination."

[We will verify it ourselves.] A figure floated out from nowhere. It was suspended in mid-air, with its line of sight level with the big devil. [The servants of the ancient saints will pay the price for their actions. We will take revenge!]

This is a strange creature that is completely different from any known species. Its entire body is a dark green color that is so dark that it is almost black, and it has no hair on its body. Its lower body is composed of a dozen slender, flexible, and slippery tentacles, while its upper body is similar to a human torso, with a pair of slender arms and sharp nails. Behind it is a pair of huge membrane wings, on which are distributed several organs that look like eyeballs. It is worth mentioning that it does not rely on wings to fly. In fact, the wings are almost motionless, just hanging on its back.

Of course, the most special thing about the creature is its head. On its face is a white, mask-like bone structure that looks like a mask at first glance, but also seems to be part of its body structure.

"Begin your action as soon as possible," Amon Chaka's figure gradually faded, "My Lord does not have much patience."

After the Lord of Change left, more creatures like this floated out from the shadows. They formed a circle around each other, exchanging thoughts and ideas at high speed in their mental connection. Finally, they made a decision.

[The servants of the Mutators are not trustworthy. They only speak lies.] One of the individuals said in the mind network.

[But we have no choice.] Another individual said immediately. [Go prepare, this day has finally arrived.] As he said this, he looked at the fellow tribesman who was responsible for negotiating with Amon Chaka. [A new queen has been born in the Nest Tribe, and the pressure we are under is increasing. I will not question your decision, but I need a clearer attitude.]

[It's just like you said.] The faceless man in charge of the negotiation said. [We have no choice.]

There was a brief silence in the mental network.

[We don’t have many troops to mobilize. The battle four cycles ago caused us to lose many slaves.] The faceless man who questioned the Lord of Change said. [It will take another twenty-five cycles for the new slaves to be fully educated.]

[There is no time to prepare slowly. I will lead the army there myself.]

[Objection, we can no longer afford to lose a spiritual master. ]

[We…]

In the darkness, the argument went on for a long time.

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Note 1: This is a second setting of the fan fiction.

The author says:

Author's note: The second update is complete. The picture is the Faceless Man, from Heroes of Might and Magic 5, 6, and 7. In this book, only the name and appearance of the Faceless Man are used. The specific settings of this race are all fan creations, so it doesn't matter if you don't know the original game.

Chapter 81: Sword Preparation and Underground Bonds

[Do you want to perform 5 ten-draws in the recruitment pool? Yes/No]

"Yes."

[Draw completed, obtained Recruitment Card o Hero × 8, Recruitment Card o Core Unit × 39, Recruitment Card o Special Unit × 7, Recruitment Card o Rare Unit × 1]

An Jiyue's breathing stopped. She stared at the rare card, her heart aching slightly because of the accelerated heartbeat. Countless thoughts flashed through the girl's mind in an instant, but in the end, only one clear idea squeezed out all distractions and drove her to take action.

[Do you want to recruit the rare unit "Swordsman (80)" x 1? Yes/No]

Daojianbeishen, the top infantry of An's Zhendan, a legendary unit with all its members being extraordinary. The history of Daojianbeishen can be traced back to the founding of the Wu Dynasty. When An Jiyue wrote the fanfiction military book, not to mention Hammer 3, even Hammer 1 was still a thing. At that time, Zhendan was still an old setting, with dynasties changing, Dragon Emperor was just a title for mortal emperors, and Zhendan Dragon had not yet become a limited edition. Therefore, An Jiyue also set up several unified dynasties with different styles.

The Wu Dynasty was not the dynasty that An Jiyue wrote about the most, but many of An's Zhendan's military units, tactics, and weapons were derived from this successor regime. The sword and sword guards were born in the early Wu Dynasty. They were originally the emperor's guards established by Wu Taizu. They were the imperial guards who were truly responsible for protecting the emperor. They were cavalrymen and were famous for their gorgeous armor. Later, with the development of the times and the changes of dynasties, the sword and sword guards gradually evolved into infantry and no longer served as imperial guards.

The Daojianbeishen that finally appeared in the Anshi Zhendan Fanfiction Military Book was a melee infantry unit that was, well, small in number but definitely strong enough. Unlike other imperial armies, the soldiers of the Daojianbeishen were all folk martial artists who had made a name for themselves: or to put it more bluntly, they were a group of former martial arts masters who were paid by the emperor.

They usually come from wealthy families in the local area, and are considered to be quite well-off compared to ordinary people, but in the eyes of the real rich and powerful, they are just a group of country folk. Due to their lack of talent for reading, they cannot rely on the imperial examination to get ahead. If they want to achieve class advancement, they naturally have only one choice left: join the army.

The wealth of the country folk enables them to afford the huge expenses of practicing martial arts. However, their meager connections cannot provide any help when they join the army. Some people will try every means to build relationships and make connections, trying to become a soldier of a certain commander, so as to get a higher starting point in the army; but there are also quite a few people who are arrogant and unwilling to start from the top. These people will choose to venture into the world to accumulate reputation.

They left their hometown with the simple ideal of bringing honor to their ancestors and embarked on a long and dangerous journey. Their daily life was to compete with the Land and Water Inspection Bureau for work and eliminate the bandits, bullies, evil spirits, bloodthirsty beasts and even foreign demons that were causing trouble in the area. Most people either fell in the process or returned to their hometown with pain and despair, and from then on they became depressed and drunk. Only a very small number of people with courage, perseverance and luck could really survive until the day they came out.

As long as they can pass the background check and the divine judgment of the magical guards, the famous heroes can transform themselves from "civilians" to "officials" - all members of the sword and sword guards start from the ninth rank, and once they join the army, they can get a certificate of officialdom - completing the transformation of the carp leaping over the dragon gate. Admittedly, the ninth rank is just an insignificant shrimp in the court, but officials are officials, and there is a fundamental difference between them and civilians in terms of political status.

Due to this unique recruitment method, the swordsmen are undoubtedly strong in terms of individual martial arts. At the same time, they are not inferior to any regular division in terms of discipline and teamwork, although the public has always had a stereotype about them, believing that these former heroes must be free and undisciplined, and each of them disregards military discipline!

The sword and sword guards wear purple ribbon fine armor and use short weapons and large shields to fight. Since all members are martial artists who have cultivated true qi, they are also one of the very few troops in An's Zhendan that can march in full armor. The armor and large shield of the sword and sword guards are fixed-shaped standard equipment, but short weapons can be freely selected as long as the size is not too small.

Well, the last one is talking about things like the Ziwu Yuanyang Yue and Wing Chun Eight-Cut Knife.

[Do you want to recruit the core unit "Tu Wushang (100)" x 20? Yes/No]

[Do you want to recruit 100 core units "Land Wolf (3)"? Yes/No]

The Shizi says: "There is a dog in the ground, named Dilang; there is a man, named Wushang."

In the setting of Anshi Zhendan, Tu Wushang is a race living underground, who fled into the underground world during the ancient times when the lizardmen cleansed the native races. At first glance, Tu Wushang's appearance resembles that of an orc, except that Tu Wushang's skin is not green, but light gray or spotted yellow. Compared with orcs, Tu Wushang is thinner and not as strong as orcs. Compared with humans, Tu Wushang's endurance is better, but not to the level of dwarves, and his reaction speed is not as sharp as humans. Most importantly, Tu Wushang reproduces sexually, not like the green-skinned mushroom spirit.

In addition to the dark vision that is standard for underground races, the biggest feature or racial talent of Tu Wushang is that they are born with the ability to burrow underground. Due to this characteristic, Tu Wushang's settlements are generally set up in closed caves isolated from the outside world, and entry and exit completely rely on this race's innate ability to burrow underground.

As for the ground wolf, although the word "wolf" is in its name, it actually has nothing to do with the canine family. This thing looks like a hybrid of a groundhog and an anteater, and then it is proportionally enlarged to the size of a goblin giant wolf. As a ferocious cave beast, the ground wolf has the ability to burrow underground like Tu Wushang, and its sense of smell is extremely developed.

As the most exclusive of the many vassal tribes of An's Zhendan, Tu Wushang did not submit to the imperial court until the late Wu Dynasty. This race was so mysterious that for a long time, their existence was just an illusory legend to the Zhendan people. They hibernated underground for thousands of years before trying to return to the surface and had a series of conflicts with the Zhendan people. In the end, some of the Tu Wushang fled back underground, gave up their desire to take revenge on the surface races, especially the Lizardmen, and disappeared from then on, while the rest chose to pledge allegiance to the Zhendan Celestial Empire.

Although Tu Wushang is good at mining, they know nothing about smelting, so Tu Wushang warriors mainly use stone tools, bone tools, and sharp limbs taken from some underground creatures to fight. Tu Wushang's iron tools are basically rewards from the court, which is also the biggest motivation for them to fight for the court. Tu Wushang will raise a variety of giant insects, and then use the chitinous shells of these insects to make armor and other tools.

Only the strongest warriors in the tribe are qualified to wear armor.

Of the twenty teams of Tu Wushang warriors that appeared before An Jiyue, only the leaders were wearing rather old-looking wrought iron armor with battle scars and wear marks all over the armor plates, and holding equally weathered hammers or axes. Ordinary Tu Wushang warriors could only wear insect shell armor that still looked strange even after being polished, holding stone or bone short spears and sticks, and many of them also carried javelins and crude homemade soft bows on their backs. An Jiyue noticed that some of the short spears in the hands of Tu Wushang had chitinous spikes cut from some giant insects...

Although there was no doubt that the setting was written by himself, Tu Wushang's poverty still made An Jiyue's non-existent conscience hurt for a second.

"Three armies, listen up! The Earth Wolf will explore the way first, and Tu Wushang will deploy from both wings and go straight underground!" Although the command system units did not actually need to shout it out, the girl still did it anyway: "Get your swords ready, and follow me!"

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PS: If Sword and Blade Preparation is put into Total War, it will be an all-round infantry with heavy armor, silver shield, armor-piercing, magic attack, psychological immunity, and resistance to all charges, with high attributes in all aspects.

Chapter 82: First Contact

Kieran Soul Blade hid in the shadows, observing the battle in the distance in silence.

The tentacles on the lower body of the Master of Mind swayed gently, like silk in the breeze. It was suspended on a protruding rock platform, with its deputy and apprentice behind it, as well as four exceptionally tall and muscular caveman guards. The fluorescent moss on the top of the cave emitted a faint light blue light, reflecting the flickering face of the Faceless Lord.

Looking down from where Jilan Soul Blade was, he could have a clear view of the entire battlefield. A part of his army, hundreds of cavemen warriors wearing heavy armor and holding heavy steel knives, were surrounding the intruders. The sound of weapons clashing and the shouts of warriors were endless.

In previous battles, hundreds of well-equipped, well-coordinated, and battle-tested cavemen soldiers were enough to defeat thousands of Nest Clan Bugs head-on and smash those annoying mindless puppets into broken shells on the ground; but the current battle had been deadlocked for nearly an hour, and Kiran's soldiers had suffered heavy losses, but had not been able to eliminate even a single opponent.

The young apprentice volunteered to join the battle soon after the battle began, but was rejected by Jilan. The Master of Mind carefully observed these outsiders from the surface, and felt every ray of their overflowing emotions through his mind vision: surprise, vigilance, rage, hatred, enthusiasm, and bravery that would never be shaken by the overwhelming numerical advantage of the enemy. It was not in a hurry to invest more power to crush the enemy. The Faceless Ones had not come into contact with the surface races for too long, and they must prioritize collecting information -

The battle itself was a complete accident. Both the Faceless and the Brood had always been practicing absolute secrecy in the long past, because they did not want to attract the attention of the lizard monsters that had forced them to abandon their homeland under the sun and flee to the underground world to survive. Although Amon'Chaka claimed that the lizardmen had long since declined, it was obvious that any sane being would never believe every word spoken by a Lord of Change.

In order to compete for extremely limited survival resources, the Faceless and the Nest Clan have been struggling for survival in the underground world for as long as the war between the two races has lasted. As mortal enemies, the two sides have only one thing in common: to use all means to ensure that their existence is unknown to the surface races, especially the Lizardmen.

All passages leading to shallow tunnels and caves have been destroyed or blocked, and every underground river that flows into the underground world has a dedicated person responsible for 24-hour monitoring. Whenever geological activities cause new cracks in the rock layer, the Faceless and the Nest will tacitly cease fighting temporarily, and then carefully check each new crack to ensure that their homes are completely isolated from the surface world on a physical level... Well, not completely, after all, the underground river cannot be blocked. Water is the source of life, and water resources are vital to the fragile ecosystem of the underground world.

After the internal meeting attended by all the Faceless Lords who were not on the front line, Jilan Soul Blade led the urgently assembled army to go to war. The army commanded by the Master of Mind was only the vanguard, and the Faceless would try to draw more troops as the main combat force to follow up.

Then the scouts that Jilan sent out to explore the way were beaten...

According to common sense, it is impossible for the surface race to appear quietly so close to the Faceless Territory. Jilan noticed that the bodies of these intruders were very dry, which meant that they did not come in through the underground river.

In the past history, there have been more than one incident where night goblins and skaven fell into the dark river due to various accidents, and finally plunged into the real underground world. It was okay for the duck necks, but every time they found traces of night goblins, it meant huge trouble: the special reproduction method of the greenskins caused the underground residents to repeatedly check every inch of the underground world to ensure that no greenskin spores were missed.

The ecosystem of the underground world is quite fragile and cannot withstand the torment of these alien mushroom spirits.

After noticing that an outsider had entered the territory, Jilan made the most standard response of the underground race in this situation after learning that the other party had less than 30 people. The spiritual master thought that a team of 100 people would be enough to solve this small accident, but after the first team of 100 people went up, more than half of them were killed or injured in less than ten minutes and were defeated on the spot by the outsiders.

Due to the narrow battlefield environment, the large army could not be deployed. Jilan could only deploy his troops one hundred at a time, and then silently watched his army suffer such a shameful defeat. After losing four hundred in a row, the soldiers of the Master of the Mind finally used up all the ammunition carried by the opponent with their own lives. Then, the fifth hundred stepped on the corpses of their comrades piled up into a small hill and roared and launched a charge.

Every collision between the straight-bladed machete and the rune-carved axe spoke of a futile sacrifice. Jilan didn't know that he was facing four legendary agents and a group of twenty of the best rangers in Highland Hold. The mind master felt the power of the wind of magic from the shining dwarven runes. This power was deep and obscure, completely different from the impression that the wind of magic usually gave people. It saw with its own eyes how its soldiers were slaughtered by these powerful weapons, and how powerless the cavemen's weapons were when they chopped on the star iron armor (Note 1) that was also engraved with runes.

Jilan clearly felt a little irritation rising from the depths of his heart. This emotion was not very strong and it was fleeting.

[We have wasted too much time.] It said so in the mental network. [Send out the glorious veterans.]

A low horn sounded from behind the cavemen's army. The cavemen warriors who had been besieging the exploration team just a moment ago retreated like a tide after hearing the horn sound. The dwarves did not pursue them. They held their weapons tightly and looked vigilantly at the deep darkness in the distance. The blood of the cavemen slid down the surface of their armor and splashed on the dry rocky ground.

Heavy footsteps approached from afar, beating the warriors' hearts like drums. Four creatures, even though they were wrapped in heavy armor from head to toe, could be identified as trolls at a glance as they emerged from the shadows. The cavemen warriors made way in awe, watching with their nonexistent eyes as the four trolls emerged from the crowd and stood still hundreds of meters away from the dwarves.

"Sons of the Rock, you have demonstrated your bravery and honored your ancestors," the leading troll said in surprisingly standard Khazali language. "There is no need to shed more blood. Perhaps we can talk."

The dwarves' eyes widened in surprise. They looked at each other, and everyone saw surprise and even shock on their companions' faces. As a "smart" creature, trolls can speak. However, trolls who can speak Khazarid, and pronounce it so well...

“We have nothing to discuss!” Joseph Bergman raised the rune battle axe named “Old Buddy” and shouted at the troll whose face was covered by a visor, so that his voice was muffled when he spoke: “By Grimnir, you were the first to start!”

"It seems that the negotiations have broken down." The troll didn't seem surprised by the result. He raised the large straight-bladed machete in his hand, which matched the troll's body size, and slashed it from top to bottom: "My tribesmen, follow me!"

The four trolls charged at the same time. They moved in unison, in unison, not at all like the clumsy and slow trolls that the dwarves had imagined. The rangers of Highland Castle put away their two-handed axes and replaced them with one-handed axes. They pulled their shields from behind and slammed the bottom edges of their shields on the rocky ground with a low roar, forming a thin shield wall.

All ranged weapons had run out of ammunition, even the throwing axes had been thrown out. The trolls were therefore able to charge calmly, their heavy iron boots trampling on the bodies of the dead, crushing and crushing armor and flesh alike. A new century was sent up, trying to follow the trolls' charge and follow closely behind.

The dwarves were ready for the charge, and then they saw the four trolls who were charging towards them suddenly pull out some round, watermelon-sized balls from their waists and swing their arms towards the dwarves' shield wall.

Flames shot up into the sky.

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Note 1: Due to their special origins, the rangers of Plateau Castle are a respected elite force, wearing Rune Star Armor and their weapons are also high-end products engraved with runes.

Chapter 83: The Butcher and the Champion

The shield wall collapsed.

The improvised incendiary bombs made from a mixture of petroleum, sulfur, and some strange alchemical products were unreliable and would bounce onto the user at any time, but they were undoubtedly effective on the battlefield. The round projectiles hit the star iron shield, the ceramic shell shattered, and the sticky contents inside ignited as soon as they came into contact with the air.

The rapidly expanding explosive gas blew away the strict shield wall, and the dwarf rangers were blown away like bowling balls, dancing and rolling on the ground. The formation no longer existed, and the dwarves had no chance to reorganize the battle line.

The raging flames burned the bodies of the dead. The big guys, wrapped in heavy armor from head to toe, smashed through the smoke and dust, unaware of the flames. The leading troll swung his straight-bladed machete very smoothly, knocking down a ranger who was struggling to get up. With the blessing of amazing power, the heavy machete barely cut through the rune-carved star iron armor, and then got stuck in the muscles and could not move forward. The troll drew back the machete, and after a short period of power accumulation, it accurately chopped at the same position.

The ranger then stopped struggling.

The troll leader shook his head. These surface races were not the strongest opponents he had ever faced, but they were definitely the toughest. The improvised incendiary bombs did not cause many casualties, and the defense of the Rune Star Iron Armor withstood the test. However, the situation was still overwhelmingly unfavorable for the dwarves. The well-trained cavemen soldiers shouted and rushed from behind the troll leader, blocking the dwarves who tried to swing their axes at the troll leader, and more centurions were waiting behind the battle line, eager to try.

The orderly battle formation had turned into a savage street fight. The dwarves, whose formation was shattered, could no longer cover each other. They could only stand together in groups of two or three, back to back, to fight the straight-bladed machetes and maces coming from all directions. People fell every moment, and the blood of different races flowed at the same time. The fallen bodies extinguished the slowly spreading flames, and the smell of burning on the battlefield even overwhelmed the smell of rust.

The troll leader stopped and observed for a moment. Although they were beginning to gain the upper hand, the enemy stubbornly refused to accept their defeat. The troll leader noticed that there were several dwarves dressed differently, who seemed to be officers or other high-ranking people. They and a... human? The dwarves and a creature that was probably a human formed the core of the resistance. Especially the one-eyed dwarf who was only wearing a pair of shorts. The troll leader had not seen such a brave warrior for a long time.

The shirtless dwarf with indigo war patterns on his upper body wielded a rune battle axe and suppressed half of the cavemen with his own strength. The troll leader saw with his own eyes that one of his kind, another troll, rushed towards the dwarf and turned into several pieces of troll corpses with flesh buds still wriggling in a few seconds.

All this happened so fast that the troll leader had no time to react. In his long life, he had witnessed the death of countless lives, but no Faceless One had ever died so cleanly after becoming an Unseeer and transferring his soul into a specially modulated troll: the troll's exaggerated regeneration ability was useless, and the attacker did not use the help of fire or acid.

Rage drove the troll leader to charge forward, and the nearly dried-up spiritual power was once again ignited, causing a faint silver light to appear on the edge of the straight-bladed machete. The dwarf butcher swung his axe to block the attack, and was almost kneeled down by the strange power of the troll leader. The troll leader roared and pressed his whole body weight forward. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the human swordsman who stood out among the dwarves. After noticing the situation here, he immediately rushed over with a sword in hand.

The troll leader was unmoved. After a brief consideration, the troll leader continued to exert pressure and suppressed the dangerous dwarf butcher. It allowed the human swordsman to hack and slash at it, creating sparks. Even though it had lost most of its mental power after becoming a Seer, it could still feel that the human swordsman was only using an ordinary weapon (Note 1). Even without armor, this thing was not a threat to a strong troll.

The human swordsman shouted something to the dwarf butcher, using a strange language that the underground tribes had never heard of. Several cavemen warriors came over with round shields and straight-bladed machetes, forcing the human swordsman to turn around and fight.

The wrestling between the dwarf and the troll was deadlocked for a moment. The troll leader almost pressed the dwarf butcher into the ground, forcing the latter to half-kneel on the ground, with veins bulging all over his body and his back teeth creaking. It seemed that the winner would be decided soon. The silver light on the large straight-bladed machete flashed a few times and suddenly went out. Without the blessing of the power of the mind, the axe blade of the ancient rune axe slowly and unstoppably cut into the blade of the steel machete under the influence of the two powerful forces moving towards each other.

The troll leader glanced at the point where the two weapons met, his eyes behind the visor cold and ruthless. The next moment, the troll leader suddenly loosened his hands, allowing his weapon to be knocked away by the dwarf battle axe. The dwarf butcher was caught off guard and his middle door was wide open. He was so old that he could only watch a huge fist wrapped in steel gradually enlarge in his field of vision...

After the dwarf butcher was knocked out with a punch, the troll leader didn't bother to pick up his weapon, and rushed forward to try to pursue the victory. The dwarf butcher rolled on the ground to avoid the troll's iron boots. The punch that was enough to crush the bull's skull only made the dwarf shake his head, turn his head away and spit a mouthful of bright red saliva on the ground.

“Come again!” The dwarf butcher opened his mouth, and the gaps between his teeth were all red: “Come on!!”

The troll leader dodged the dwarf's blow with a dexterity that was totally unlike that of a troll. His right hand moved to the side. A two-handed axe that originally belonged to a dwarf ranger who died in battle moved, then bounced up from the spot and flew into the troll leader's hands.

The battle became a clash of dwarven craftsmanship and a battle of martial arts and courage. The standard melee weapons of the Highland Fort Rangers were naturally inferior to the divine weapons wielded by the ancestor gods in the hands of the dwarven butchers, but it was enough to persist in this one-on-one duel to determine the winner.

The troll leader calmly parried and countered the attacks, and his martial arts skills were no less than his opponent's. The dwarf's two-handed axe could only be used as a one-handed axe by the trolls, but fortunately the troll's fist was also a powerful weapon. In the collision of axe blades, the dwarf butcher had to pay attention to the heavy punches that were suddenly thrown from time to time.

Another missed opportunity. The dwarf butcher was smaller and more agile after all. The ancient rune axe blocked the two-handed axe and cut the troll leader's right leg shin. Due to the trolls' unusually dull pain sense, the troll leader did not feel any pain. It staggered, and its almost severed right leg made it kneel on one knee. The troll leader's body instinctively reacted before his mind, and the right hand holding the axe was retracted, barely blocking the fierce chop that was slashing towards his throat.

The dwarf butcher immediately pulled back after missing the attack, avoiding the troll leader's left hand that came from the side. The troll leader stood up again, and his right leg, which was originally only connected by a small piece of muscle and some skin, had regenerated almost completely.