Chapter 177: Lord Chenxi's Domain's First War! Thundercloud Storm!

Lord Chenxi's Domain.

On the four-meter-high thorn wall.

Goblin Commander Or looked at the myriad creatures roaring wildly as they surged out of the forest, dense and countless in number.

He licked his lips, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty light. Extending to both sides—each Great Goblin breathed heavily, gripping their war spears tightly, their faces showing no fear, but rather excitement. "Whoever lets the enemy step half a foot into our territory is a disgrace to the Goblin race!" Or shouted coldly. "Yoo-hoo!!"

The Goblins let out their race's unique roar.

They stared fixedly at the enemies already charging to the base of the thorn wall.

If not for the lack of orders, they would have already thrown their war spears, piercing the enemies to death! "Charge into the territory!" "Kill them all!" "Kill, kill, kill!" Outside the thorn wall.

The first to charge were over a hundred Bearmen.

Every Bearman stood over two and a half meters tall, their bulging muscles looking extremely terrifying, their faces grotesque, wielding great hammers in their hands.

They roared and swung their great hammers fiercely, smashing down upon the thorn wall!

Black Iron★ strength, combined with power that was extremely berserk.

Over a hundred Bearmen smashing the thorn wall simultaneously caused the entire thorn wall to tremble slightly.

But that was all.

This made all the Bearmen pause in confusion.

After all, in the past.

When they struck together, they were enough to destroy the protective walls of enemy territories! But now—the resilience of the enemy's protective wall far exceeded expectations.

And at the same time, they also suffered damage from the thorn wall's poisonous spikes.

The poisonous spikes easily pierced through their armor and skin, plunging deep into their bodies.

This too far exceeded their expectations.

After all, in the past.

When they attacked enemy protective walls, those wall's poisonous spikes could not pierce the armor on their bodies! "Damn it!"

"This thorn wall is not only higher than ordinary thorn walls!" Behind them.

A Bearman Lord saw this scene and his face changed.

But at this moment, ordering a retreat was simply impossible. Behind the Bearmen—over three hundred Leopardmen were on all fours, sprinting like true wild leopards, their eyes bloodshot.

However, the Bearmen failing to destroy the enemy's protective wall clearly surprised the Leopardmen.

Some of the foremost Leopardmen slammed fiercely into the Bearmen.

But the vast majority of Leopardmen leaped into the air, first trampling on the Bearmen's heads, then using that momentum to leap onto the thorn wall!

Their frosty claws reached out fiercely to scratch the Goblins on the thorn wall! "Kill!"

Goblin Commander Or roared in anger.

He waved his war spear lightly a few times.

It was obvious he was the commander, and the dozen or so Leopardmen charging specifically at him screamed as their heads burst apart, flying sideways! "Kill!!" The Goblins roared.

Their eyes were filled with killing intent, their war spears thrust out like lightning! Skill—Thrust!

Leopardmen were merely ordinary creatures.

And the Goblins on the thorn wall, the weakest were Great Goblins of Black Iron★!

Plus the boost from the Hero Talent, their strength was astonishing.

Not to mention.

The Leopardmen were forced to leap into the air to attack.

This method of attack had too obvious a weakness.

It was just a single encounter.

On this section of the wall, blood sprayed everywhere, Leopardmen screaming as they were pierced through by war spears!

Even if they forcibly dodged the thrusts and landed on the protective wall.

Immediately after, they would face the Goblins behind holding crossbows, shot away by an arrow! "Damn it!"

Behind them, a human elder with a gloomy face cursed angrily, his heart aching immensely.

The over three hundred Leopardmen under his command, it seemed not a single one would return!

How could those Goblins be so strong! He turned and glared angrily at the Bearman Lord: "Gesha! Your Bearmen didn't smash through the protective wall! You previously swore solemnly that you could definitely smash through the wall the instant contact was made!!" "At least half the responsibility for my losses lies with you!!"

The Bearman Lord's face was gloomy; he said nothing, instead staring fixedly at the Bearmen beneath the thorn protective wall.

Because he discovered.

Bearmen were already falling.

Foaming at the mouth, dead instantly!

And it wasn't just one or two Bearmen; Bearmen one by one were falling to the ground in succession!

His heart was bleeding.

Over a hundred Black Iron★ Bearmen!

Only he himself knew.

To raise these over a hundred Bearmen from ordinary to Black Iron★.

How many resources he had consumed.

He had almost exhausted the vast majority of the resources he brought with him when he transmigrated to the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races!

The human elder also discovered this scene.

He stopped cursing at the Bearman Lord and instead stood dazed. He felt that—this time they had probably miscalculated.

The enemy's strength exceeded expectations!

"Damn it! Those Goblins are all Great Goblins of Black Iron★!" "Among them are Goblin Leaders of Black Iron★★! Goblin Chiefs of Black Iron!!"

A Tiger-Man Lord ground his teeth and said.

Behind the Leopard-Men.

It was his Iron-Back Wolves!

Although the Iron-Back Wolves under his command were the most numerous, totaling over a thousand, the Iron-Back Wolf was merely an ordinary beast.

They could barely leap over a four-meter-high thorn wall.

Originally, their plan.

Was for the Bear-Men to break the wall, the Leopard-Men to throw the enemy into chaos, and then the most numerous Iron-Back Wolves to charge into the enemy territory, causing the enemy to fight on all fronts. But now—the Bear-Men were dead.

The Leopard-Men were dead.

With what would his Iron-Back Wolves break the protective wall of the enemy territory?

By being stubborn-headed?

And retreating was equally impossible.

Behind the Iron-Back Wolves were three hundred-plus ferocious Ogres, two hundred-plus fully armed Orcs, three hundred-plus poison-covered Lizard-Men, and four hundred-plus Grey Dwarves wielding great iron hammers.

And three hundred-plus Human Archers!

"Tolan! Have your archers cooperate!!" he gritted out in a low roar.

At this moment.

Retreating would only cause a collision with the troops behind; only advancing and breaching the enemy territory was the path to life! "Agreed!"

Another Human dressed as a hunter's eyes flickered, and he agreed.

As his order was given.

Immediately, the three hundred-plus Human Archers at the forest edge began to jog closer to the thorn wall.

With their range.

They had to get within one hundred meters of the thorn wall to inflict effective damage on the Goblins atop it! "Archers."