As the only passage to Avendeldan, the Path of Glory is extremely narrow and can only allow five or six orcs to pass through at the same time.
There are no guardrails on both sides of the road, and the steep rock walls next to it are full of tunnels dug by the dwarves, as well as various carefully arranged mechanisms.
If you are not careful, the orcs will fall into the abyss under the gaze of several dwarf statues. It is said that a "river of bones" with hundreds of thousands of bones has been accumulated under the Road of Glory.
The orcs were breathing heavily, their eyes were bloodshot, and they let out noisy, wild war cries.
"Hahaha! That's Evindeldan in front of you!"
"When I completely occupy this place, I will smash the statues of these dwarves to pieces!"
"As the great Father God Gruumsh said - the weak and those who fear death should be pierced by sharp spears!"
Obviously, they have been blinded by the desire for war and have no fear of death.
The orcs just waved the bone spears and scimitars in their hands, and stepped into the dangerous place carefully arranged by the dwarf craftsmen.
"They're coming!"
"Kill all these orc bastards and water the road to glory with their blood!"
Along with angry roars, the figures of dwarf warriors emerged from the tunnel on the rock wall.
They either bent their bows and nocked arrows, or drew their hand crossbows, and fired flaming arrows at the orcs below.
"Whoosh——"
"Whoosh——"
Accompanied by the short sound of cutting through the air, densely packed rockets crisscrossed the cliffs, like a dense network woven by flames.
The orcs who were hit by the arrows howled miserably, their whole bodies burning. They rolled on the ground and soon fell out of the stone road.
The orcs' wailing continued for a long time before they heard a dull "bang" falling to the ground, and fresh corpses appeared in the river of bones.
An orc officer's shoulder was pierced by an arrow. Under the action of the powerful gunpowder secretly prepared by the dwarves, the wound burst into flames, emitting a bacon-like smell.
The orc followers beside him exclaimed and hurriedly came forward: "Lord Monk!"
"Don't worry about me, it's just a little trick of the dwarf. Keep charging!"
The orc known as "Monk" casually pulled out the arrow from his shoulder and extinguished the flames with his palm.
"But these weaklings."
Munch looked at the dwarf hiding in the tunnel with red eyes - he only had one eye!
Veins popped out on the orc's thick arms, and he suddenly threw the double-headed axe, delivering a furious blow.
Under this huge force, the ax blade rotated in mid-air, tearing the air instantly, but the dwarf warrior couldn't dodge and let out a cry of surprise.
The dwarf's breastplate was suddenly broken into pieces, and the short but extremely strong body was forcibly embedded in the cliff, no longer alive.
"How dare you provoke me like this and humiliate a brave and fearless Gruumsh warrior!"
Munch shouted violently, his strong body burst out with incredible strength, and he jumped over the cliff, about to land in the rock wall tunnel dozens of meters away.
Looking up at the orcs attacking from the air, the dwarves in the tunnel were a little panicked, but not afraid.
"He's coming!"
"Hold on! Push this Gruumsh bastard into the abyss!"
"Let him fall into the river of bones, like the other orc bastards!"
The dwarves dropped their crossbows and raised their bucklers to come forward, hoping to take the opportunity to shoot down the orc general.
"Boom——"
However, Monk suddenly landed on the ground, and the huge momentum directly smashed the oak shield into pieces, and also crushed the dwarf beneath him unconscious.
"Weak ones, I will crush you all, and the orcs will become the masters of Avendeldan!"
Munch hammered hard with his fist, smashing the dwarf's head until it exploded like a broken watermelon, with red and white splattering all over the floor.
"Moradin!"
"Bess died like this! What the hell is this guy!"
Seeing the tragic death of their companions, the surrounding dwarves finally became frightened and dispersed nervously with their bucklers in hand.
"Fear, tremble, tremble, this is the power given to us by God the Father!"
Monk rushed forward with a grin. He grabbed the dwarf's hair, lifted it up, and then threw him into the abyss.
"In the name of Moradin, avenge our compatriots!"
"Brothers, let's go together and send this damn orc bastard to meet his Gruumsh!"
With the dwarves wailing, the surrounding dwarf warriors finally couldn't bear it anymore. They waved their war hammers and rushed up from all directions, trying to smash it into pieces.
But the tall and strong orc was not clumsy. He jumped up high, pulled out the double-headed ax embedded in the rock wall, and casually dropped the dwarf corpse on it.
The blood-soaked double-headed ax was swung in mid-air, with flying flesh and broken armor everywhere, as well as the screams of the dwarves.
"Orc bastard, bury my brother with you!"
A dwarf warrior picked up the short spear on it, threw away all defenses, and rushed over from behind with red eyes.
But Munch didn't even look back, he just swung his hand back, and the double-headed ax hit the dwarf's face directly, cutting his hard skull in half.
Soon, the only person standing on the cliff platform was the orc general who was more than two meters tall, and his feet were already piled with the bloody corpses of dwarves.
Munch lifted the double-headed axe, stood in the pool of blood, licked the warm blood on his face, then raised the ax and roared:
"Those who fear death will be burned by fire forever!
Those who died bravely in battle will receive eternal life in the kingdom of Father God Gruumsh! ”
Monk Broken Body is a Red Fang tribe warrior who is famous for cutting off the enemy's limbs. He is the younger brother of the orc chief Batu and is also an extremely powerful "Eye of Gruumsh".
The "Eye of Gruumsh" is a fanatical follower of the orc god, and only the most powerful warriors can enjoy such glory.
Each Eye of Gruumsh needs to undergo a bloody and painful ritual - removing his or her right eye by hand.
If that candidate made a sound in the process, he would fall out of Gruumsh's favor and become a true cripple.
If he remained silent during this process, he would balance their damaged vision with their god's, thereby gaining the most violent and evil power to see what he could not see.
And Monk is such a warrior, and he is respected by the entire clan for this.
Just now, the orc warrior who had been blessed by Gruumsh could actually dodge the arrow, but he did not do so.
——Because it had been a long time since he had tasted the feeling of injury, which made him a little intoxicated.
Munch waved the orc double-headed ax in his hand, jumped up again, and did not forget to roar:
"For the great father god Gruumsh, and for the glory of the orcs, crush these dwarves!"
Under Monk's call, the orcs' offensive became more fierce. They poured into the Road of Glory regardless of casualties and consequences. "For Gruumsh!"
"We conquer the world!"
The dwarves kept shooting rockets and throwing down explosive barrels, killing and blowing up hundreds of orcs in an instant.
But these beaten-up orcs didn't care. They just roared and rushed forward, sacrificing their lives as cheaply as possible to speed up the pace of the legion's advance.
The giant eagles and vultures kept in captivity by the orcs will attack again, which will disrupt the actions of the dwarf warriors on the rock wall and even cause them to fall into the abyss.
Moreover, the orcs behind also summarized corresponding tactics. Hill giants and half-beast giants walked on both sides of the team carrying heavy giant shields to block the rain of arrows shot from the rock wall.
The orc infantry moved quickly under the cover of giant shields, and soon advanced to the end of the Road to Glory, almost reaching the "Orc Tombstone."
On the towering city wall, teams of dwarf heavy infantry armed with long-handled hammers and giant shields and wearing heavy steel armor appeared.
These dwarves were like a low steel wall, standing motionless in front of the orcs.
They were not afraid and resolutely intercepted the orc army, and the leader was Toru Aaron, the dwarf general who had just drank strong wine.
Different from ordinary dwarf warriors, although he is only less than one and a half meters tall, the long-handled hammer in his hand is an exaggerated length of more than five meters.
"My compatriots, for three thousand years, Avendeldan has never fallen—even if we fought alone."
"In the name of Moradin, stop these orc bastards in front of the orc tombstone! Send them to see Gruumsh!"
"Send them to Gruumsh! Die, you orc bastards!"
The dwarf heavy infantry roared in unison, rushing forward like a moving fortress and colliding with the tide of orcs.
The orcs climbed along the ladders brought by the hill giants and half-giants, trying to climb over the city wall.
Although these dwarves are short, their bodies are extremely stocky and their strength is far stronger than ordinary orcs. In just one encounter, dozens of orcs were knocked down by the hard long-handled hammer.
And the drunken Tolu raised the long-handled hammer high, jumped suddenly, swung the hammer in a circle in mid-air, and swung it with great force.
"Bang!"
A dull sound sounded, and the half-beast giant's head was instantly smashed to pieces. The body, which was several times taller than the dwarf, also collapsed, crushing many orcs under the city wall.
"Go to hell, disgusting bastard!"
Tolu laughed, and the long-handled hammer covered in blood and brains in his hand suddenly swept forward and hit the more than ten orcs who came forward.
Under the terrifying power of the long-handled hammer, the orcs were beaten until their bodies were deformed and flew backwards. Their teeth, eyeballs, ears and other bloody parts were scattered on the ground.
Under the interception of the dwarf heavy infantry, the surging tide of orcs was actually resisted, and hundreds of orcs were flattened by heavy hammers.
They even had a rare moment of panic and subconsciously evacuated backwards, but they were crowded and pushed together with the orcs coming from behind.
In the end, dozens of orcs wailed and fell into the abyss, becoming fresh corpses in the river of bones.
"Children, don't be afraid of death, it is the glory of orc warriors!
Die in this battle, and you will gain eternal life in the kingdom of Father God Gruumsh! And if you die of cowardice, you will become the meat and drink at the banquet! ”
The orc shaman rode a giant eagle and hovered in the air. He raised the scepter with an orc skull in his hand and sang an ancient song.
"Blood is wine, heads are cups, mourning is pleasure, and fear is food."
"When the enemy's bones cover the earth, and the orc empire contains the world, the great father god Gruumsh will come to the world——"
Orc society is founded on the ideals of strength, survival, fear, and war, principles founded on the worship of Gruumsh and taught to young orcs through brutal experience.
The shamans passed down the legends of the orcs from generation to generation, spreading his faith through intimidation, encouragement, and iron-fisted tyranny, and making the orcs believe in it.
The dwarves on the city wall shot arrows one after another, trying to shoot down the giant eagle hovering in the sky, but there was an invisible shield under the giant eagle.
After the orc shaman sang the song and muttered words, scarlet light bloomed from the empty eye sockets of the skull on his scepter.
A single red eye hung high in the sky, looking down at the living beings fighting below.
Suddenly, a thin red mist swept in, filling the entire valley. When they inhaled the bloody mist, the orcs became even more violent.
They have completely lost their minds and can no longer even utter a complete and logical sentence.
"Ouch——"
"Kill, kill all the dwarves!"
The orcs launched a crazy offensive. They had completely forgotten death and only wanted to kill these dwarves.
Time passed in the crazy war, and the corpses of the orcs were piled under the city wall, gradually forming a small hill, while the newcomers climbed along the pile of corpses without hesitation and climbed to the top of the city.
"Hoo, ho
There are so many of these damn bastards. Do they only think about war and mating? ”
Tolu was panting. He exhaled hot breath that smelled of alcohol, and swung his hammer again, knocking away the orcs who were trying to climb the city wall.
The enemy's blood and his own sweat soaked the dwarf's skin. He couldn't remember how many times he swung the long-handled hammer and smashed how many orcs he had flattened.
Maybe three hundred, maybe five hundred. He had forgotten the specific number long ago when he counted to one hundred.
But the number of orcs was too much, far more than he imagined. The dwarf warriors on the left side of the city wall were almost unable to withstand the raging offensive of the orcs.
At this moment, Tolu heard a low, crazy voice. This voice easily covered the noisy wailing on the battlefield, making him feel scared from the bottom of his heart.
"Dwarf, your head is very suitable for worshiping God the Father!"
He suddenly turned his head and saw that on the left side of the city wall, a burly orc with a double-headed ax on his shoulders was looking at him with a smile, as if he was sizing up his prey.
What's even more frightening is that the orc is playing with a dwarf's head with one hand, and chuckles: "I hope you won't be as boring as these weaklings."
That is Munch. The severed body, the powerful and crazy "Eye of Gruumsh"!
The body of the orc general was piled with the corpses of dwarves. They were Tolu's most elite soldiers and compatriots he regarded as brothers and sisters.
And the head that the orcs were playing with, with its eyes open to death, was none other than Grando, Toru's closest comrade!
Tolu Aaron suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his red face suddenly sank.
"Oh, is he important to you? That's good, it just makes you more interesting."
However, Munch raised the corners of his ferocious mouth, veins bulged on the back of his hands, and he exerted force on his five fingers.
"Bang!"
Another head exploded like a watermelon, with bone fragments, minced meat and brains splattered all over the floor.
Suddenly, Tolu Aaron's eyes turned red, the hand holding the long-handled hammer was shaking, and the teeth in his mouth were about to be broken. "Orc bastard, you, you are looking for death!"
The angry dwarf general raised his long-handled hammer high and swung it down suddenly. Monk also held the double-headed ax horizontally with great interest and blocked it.
"When——"
The clash of gold and iron produced a sharp roar and a wave of air, causing the surrounding dwarves and orc soldiers to tremble. (End of chapter)