"Damn it! My six knives are all broken!" Fat Luo sat on the ground, his head covered with either sweat or rainwater, the hand that clenched a war hammer and shield, stolen at some point, trembled as if insane, and couldn't be straightened out no matter what.
"Screw those stiff dwarves! Their armor is too damn hard!" Gude's strong chest rose and fell heavily. The meteor hammer in his right hand, had only a chain left, the original Vajra halberd was gone, the arm shield on his left hand had also been smashed away, and the Feilengcui's third-generation Shaman's Claw weapon on his palm had broken half of its five seven-inch Vajra blades, leaving only one sharp steel claw covered in nicks and mashed flesh.
"If it weren't for these Golden Figures, we'd be dead today." Vieri plonked himself on the ground.