Chapter 135 Another Ambush
Late at night, a huge carriage set out from the newly built castle and headed towards a distant destination.
Even with magic to increase speed, it would still take three hours of non-stop running to reach the destination.
The Dwarven Iron Guards did not quite understand the act of sending money in the middle of the night, and they were somewhat resentful. Many people also felt that the King's Hand was no longer the brave general who killed enemies on the battlefield because his hand was broken.
After the melee in Alchemy City began, the dwarves seemed to be giving money to people every day, but they gave so much, but there was no apparent benefit.
However, they could only think about this in their hearts and they didn't dare to say it out loud.
Inside the carriage, the captain of the guard, who had transformed himself into Hoffman Ironfist through transfiguration, was also a little confused.
It's not that he doesn't understand the idea of sending money. After all, if he doesn't want to go to war and wants to consolidate his rule over the new territory, then transferring benefits is a must.
But why did they choose to deliver the money at night? It would have been fine if they did it secretly, but they also disguised themselves as a leader to hand over the money. This seemed a bit unusual, as if they were doing something bad.
Although he was confused, the captain of the guard was still absolutely loyal to Hoffman Iron Fist. He just had to follow the order.
The carriage was moving forward at a high speed, and because of the anti-gravity magic, it was running very fast. But when it was about halfway through, the pulling horse suddenly became manic, not only stopped suddenly, but also struggled wildly and uncontrollably, as if trying to break free from the reins.
This is not right. War horses have been strictly trained and will not panic and lose control even when facing a phalanx of spears.
There must be something terrible nearby to cause the warhorse to react like this.
But before the dwarves could check, hellfire started burning all around the carriage.
The flames roared, turning into a high wall that locked all the dwarves inside. The space around them was distorted, and no space spells could be used. The gate of hell had been opened, and roaring and screaming monsters rushed out of the flames, rushing towards the dwarves like a wave.
Although the dwarves didn't understand why they were ambushed, the Dwarf Guards reacted quickly, piecing together shields one after another and quickly deploying magic shields to keep the monsters out.
The seemingly thin and transparent magic shield actually blocked the attack of thousands of demons.
No matter how those little cowards waved their claws, they couldn't leave even a trace on the magic shield.
The Dwarf Guards are best at defense, so they are more stable than the elves when attacked.
The captain of the guard originally wanted to lead the charge himself and break through the encirclement of the hellfire, but suddenly remembered that he was playing the role of Hoffman Iron Fist. If he started to fight, he would be exposed. So he could only shout out: "Kill these monsters! Break out to the east!"
The Dwarven Guards shouted in response, then raised their heavy shields and moved eastward against the tide of demons.
They let out a loud shout with every step they took, and their heavy footsteps brought tremendous power, allowing them to squeeze out a path from the demon tide with the help of their magic shields.
Many little cowards were squeezed by the dwarves and their peers behind them, and slowly turned into a ball of rotten meat.
This is a tactic often used by dwarves, to put up a shield with super strong defense and then squeeze the opponent's living space.
Of course, in addition to this, they also have means to fight back.
With the protection of the front row of guards, the dwarf mages in the back began to cast spells freely.
Fireballs were thrown out one after another, blowing all the demons up into the sky, and lightning bolts flew out, electrocuting them into charcoal.
This dwarf team consists of less than fifty people, but the number of monsters killed by them has exceeded three digits.
If we continue like this, we will be able to break through the encirclement of hellfire soon, and once we leave the range of space distortion, leaving here will only be a matter of a mass teleportation spell.
But since the enemy could set up such a large-scale ambush, it is impossible for them to just release a small coward.
The Balrog appeared as usual, and several fire giants blocked the dwarves, waving their flaming whips and giant swords, frantically attacking the magical shields of the Dwarf Guards.
The violent energy collision created a light on the shield that was brighter than fireworks.
Every attack from the Balrog caused the shield to tremble violently, and the Dwarf Guards had to stop and try their best to maintain the effect of the shield.
The dwarf mages began to focus their fire on these Balrogs, trying to kill them.
But the magic resistance of the Balrog was extremely high, and it was difficult to kill them in a short time even if they were bombarded with ice spells. Once the team stopped, the demons attacked from all directions.
The magic shield was flickering continuously, and it had obviously reached its limit.
The captain of the guard saw that something was not right and he could not continue the act. He just raised the hammer high and hit the ground hard.
Outside the magic shield, the ground shook violently, and countless spikes grew out from the ground, piercing the bodies of the demons.
A Balrog was unable to dodge and his feet were pierced by the spikes in the ground, causing him to roar in pain.
The captain of the guard is also a powerful figure of legendary rank, and his profession is the Arcane Knight.
"Give me some blessings, I'll go deal with those fire demons!"
Following the captain's order, the magicians in the team continued to cast magic on him. Bear Strength, Cat Lightness, Owl Sensation, Stoneskin, Blessing... All the magic effects that could be cast were thrown on the captain of the guard, turning him into a colorful light bulb.
Then he raised his hammer high and summoned his magical mount - a huge black goat.
The black goat, which was bigger than a cow, jumped over the magic shield and jumped into the demons with the captain of the guard.
As soon as he landed, the captain of the guards and his mount quickly became blurred, and three identical phantoms appeared beside him.
The demons couldn't tell which one was the real body, and most of their attacks missed.
The captain of the guards was wielding a hammer and killing people wildly. The hammer weighing dozens of pounds was as light as a feather in his hand. Not only did it leave an afterimage, but one could even hear a sonic boom when it was swung.
With the support of so many spell effects, the legendary warrior can break the speed of sound when swinging his weapon with all his strength.
Not only that, the arcane knight's spellcasting ability was also not weak. This captain of the guards had a hammer in one hand and magic in the other, and he threw away range spells such as thunder wave and burning hand without any cost. Any demon that came close was blown away by his spell, and he alone rushed out a bloody path among countless demons.
Advancing all the way, the captain of the guards soon arrived in front of the Balrog.
The size difference between the two was quite obvious. If he hadn't been riding on a huge black goat, the captain of the guard would not even be as tall as Balrog's knees.
But size does not represent combat power. With the help of magic protection, the effect of the flame aura is completely ineffective on him and can only create a few small sparks on his body surface.
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The war hammer in the captain of the guard flew out of his hand, turned into a meteor, and hit the head of the Balrog.
The hammer was so powerful that it hit the skull of the Balrog accurately.
With a muffled sound, a huge wound appeared directly between the eyebrows of the Balrog, and blood like lava flowed down.
But this was just the beginning, because the heavy hammer whooshed back into the hands of the captain of the guard the moment it hit the target. This was the unique ability of the Arcane Knight - weapon binding.
The Arcane Knight can choose a weapon to bind to himself.
The bound weapon will never fall out of the hand, and even if it is thrown, it will quickly return to the hands of the Knight.
This gave rise to a school of Arcane Knights - the throwing school.
The captain of the guards was obviously an expert at throwing. Not only was his hammer accurate, it also carried a lot of special damage. The second time he threw it, the head of the Balrog exploded, leaving it with no chance to recover.
After killing one Balrog, he swung the hammer and threw it at another Balrog. He also pulled the reins and let the black goat charge forward to avoid the Balrog's flaming whip.
The captain of the guards rushed left and right in the group of demons, and was occasionally hit by attacks, but he completely ignored the damage with the effects of dozens of spells on his body. His iron hammer threw two hammers to kill one Balrog. If he continued like this, the dwarves would be able to escape soon.
But things in this world are often not that easy.
After the second Balrog was killed, three scarlet rays of light fell from the sky.
Three bursts of magic energy exploded, and the powerful energy accurately hit the captain of the guards, causing him to tremble all over, and several of the protective magic on his body were shattered.
This is no ordinary spellcaster, but a power of legendary rank.
The captain of the guards couldn't help but look up, and saw a winged shadow passing through the dark sky.
"This is... a dragon?!"
The dragon-shaped shadow rushed towards the captain of the guards and opened its mouth to spit out a breath of hot dragon breath.
The captain of the guard only had time to raise his shield for defense, but then a series of crackling sounds were heard and most of the protective magic on the captain of the guard was shattered again. Even the black goat he was sitting on was severely burned by the dragon's breath.
But the captain of the Iron Guard did not sit still and wait for death. He threw the hammer as fast as a meteor, landing on the dragon's head and creating large sparks from the fine dragon scales.
The dragon roared, flapped its wings and flew high, then continuously launched magic energy blasts at the captain of the guards.
The captain of the guards was unable to hold on as the energy bombarded him.
Throwing the hammer is completely useless. Even if the speed of the hammer exceeds the speed of sound, the opponent is high in the sky, and by the time the hammer is thrown in front of it, it has already lost its original speed. The flying dragon has dodged it several times.
The captain of the guards was immediately caught in a tough fight and could only take the beatings without being able to fight back.
While the captain of the guard was entangled by the dragon, the other dwarves were also caught in a tough battle.
The demons were endless, and were gradually weakening their magic shields. When the shields were broken, all the dwarves would die at the hands of the demons. The captain of the guards had no way to deal with this. Although the arcane knights also had the ability to cast spells, they were not as versatile as the mages, and could not handle any situation.
The flying dragon in the sky perfectly restrains him, the Arcane Knight. If time goes on, the dwarves will only have the possibility of defeat.
Therefore, the captain of the guard made a cruel choice. He abandoned the other dwarves and prepared to break out alone.
At least someone should go back and report the news! (End of this chapter)