"Boom!"
Another barrel filled with spirits and gunpowder exploded in the air, and hundreds of orcs around him were engulfed by the raging tongues of fire.
The blazing flames burned in front of the city wall, like a hot wall, causing the orcs to stop involuntarily.
"Don't be afraid!"
"Father God Gruumsh is watching us! The brave ones will be reborn in the fire!"
The orc officer suddenly rushed out from the crowd, raised the spear in his hand, and let out a fanatical roar.
"Charge!"
"For Father God Gruumsh!"
Suddenly, under his leadership, the hundreds of orc warriors behind him became frantic, braving the raging fire, and rushed to the city wall one after another.
However, the ground in front of the city wall suddenly collapsed, and the orcs fell into the deep pit one after another, and were pierced by the sharp steel thorns in the pit.
"Damn, it's a trap!"
"No, save me, I haven't fought with the dwarves yet, I can't die here like this!"
The chaotic battlefield was filled with the sounds of explosions and war cries, and the wailing in the pit was difficult to hear clearly.
The orcs behind them had no idea about this, and kept urging, crowding and charging forward.
——Until they saw a deep pit full of spikes and corpses in front of them, they could no longer stop and fell into it one after another, filling the pit with their flesh and blood.
Finally, the orc officer standing high up noticed something strange. Hill giants and half-beast giants carried crossbars to build a bridge.
The orc shamans waved their bone staffs and chanted ancient spells, causing the rocks to grow rapidly again and the ground to gradually close.
The dwarf crossbowmen on the city wall were still shooting arrows, and arrows burning with flames and coated with poison poured down like a torrential rain.
This short few hundred meters of flat ground was like a millstone of flesh and blood, constantly grinding the orcs who entered it into bloody pieces.
The exquisite skills of the dwarves for thousands of years have now turned into clever traps and sharp weapons, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of their enemies.
However, when the orcs rushed less than a hundred meters in front of the barrier, the device hidden on the ground was triggered again.
The dwarf statues on the city wall opened their mouths at the same time, revealing the metal tubes in their mouths, and countless silver needles coated with poison spurted out from them.
"Buzz——"
A scream ripped through the air, and the entire row of orcs fell down, and a faint poisonous mist emitted from their corpses.
The orc shamans raised their hands with extremely pious expressions and murmured words.
"Praise to the great Father God, the one-eyed Gruumsh!
You are the embodiment of power, you are the strong wind, you are the heavy rain, your one eye makes the world tremble, and brings the will of revenge! ”
Their hoarse voices echoed across the battlefield for a long time, and a miracle seemed to happen.
"Shua——"
The strong wind carrying the smell of blood roared in, blowing away all the poisonous mist that filled the battlefield, and also boosted the morale of the orcs, cheering continuously, and the sound was loud.
Braving the rain of arrows, exploding barrels, and falling iron balls, after paying a heavy price, the orc army finally reached the city wall with difficulty.
"Evandeldan, right in front!"
"Climb the walls, crush the dwarves, and capture Avendeldan!"
"Quick! Charge! The great Gruumsh is watching us! The warriors who climb the city wall will be blessed by the gods!"
The tall and strong hill giants, half-beast giants and ogres removed the ladders from their shoulders and put them on the towering city wall.
The orcs were like ants gathered in a dense group, scrambling to climb, trying to be the first hero to reach the top of the city, so as to gain the approval and favor of Father God.
However, on the city wall, the dwarves pushed down the ladders and shot the orcs. The fallen ladders crushed many orcs to death, causing hundreds of casualties in an instant.
"Kill them!"
"Swear to protect Evandeldan to the death! Never let these bastards come up!"
"Moradin, for the glory of the dwarves!"
However, at this moment, the orcs have completely broken through the blockade of traps and arrows by virtue of their numerical advantage.
They crowded under the city, like mottled and turbulent waves, washing away the seemingly indestructible towering city wall again and again.
Bjorn stood at the top of the city, his brows furrowed. At over four hundred years old, he looked shorter and stooped than ordinary dwarves, but his eyes shone with perseverance.
"Moradin, the orcs will eventually pay the price for their greed and stupidity.
Three hundred and eighty-seven years ago, I witnessed them being driven to the north by brave and fearless dwarf warriors, and today, history is about to repeat itself. ”
The old minister walked slowly into the tower, held the iron lever as hard as he could, and slowly pulled it.
"Click."
A crisp mechanical sound sounded, and then, tongues of fire erupted from the large furnace in the center of Avendeldan City, spewing out billowing hot steam.
The molten iron that was supposed to flow to each dwarf's house changed its direction under the control of the valve, and tens of thousands of kilograms of hot molten iron all flowed in the direction of the city wall.
The orcs raised their heads, feeling the heat wave hitting their faces, and hearing the roaring sound, they were suddenly shocked.
"Not good!"
"Careful! What are these dwarves going to do?"
The metal cover on the city wall opened with a clang.
Then, with a roaring sound, red-hot molten iron spurted out, pouring down like a waterfall.
In an instant, sparks burst out, and the high-temperature molten iron poured onto the heads of thousands of orcs and half-beast giants, swallowing them completely.
"No——"
“It’s so hot!”
"This is molten iron, get away! These damn, despicable dwarves!"
The orcs howled in pain, trying to struggle and escape from the red-hot iron water, but it was all in vain.
Countless water vapor first gushes out around their bodies. When all the water vaporizes, their flesh and blood bodies can only come into close contact with molten iron at a temperature of a thousand degrees.
Rolling steam enveloped the battlefield, and only the crackling of liquid transpiration and the crisp sound of burning flames could be heard, while the screams of the orcs were few and far between.
In this terrifying steel hell, any body will be burned by the violent molten iron.
The first group of orcs to come into contact with Avendeldan were all cast in hot iron, and the iron refined by the dwarves was turned into residue.
When the molten iron solidified, not even a single orc could still stand under the city wall, only irregular iron blocks that were still warm.
"Orc bastard, taste how it feels to be burned!"
"Hahaha, this is the punishment Moradin gives you!"
The dwarf warriors on the city wall laughed unabashedly, feeling very happy and relieved at the tragic situation of the orc army.
"How many sophisticated weapons can be forged from this? Such good iron is wasted."
"Yeah, it's really a waste to use it to water these bastards who believe in Gruumsh."
"Your Majesty Moradin, please forgive our behavior"
The former dwarf craftsmen looked at the molten iron gradually solidifying under the city wall and sighed with regret.
Although the orcs were somewhat shocked by the scene of steam and molten iron, they still did not give up the attack and still believed that the orcs would capture Avendeldan.
As a result, more orcs gathered around, crowded around the iron-covered city wall, and started a new round of offensive.
"For Father God Gruumsh!"
"Crush the dwarves! Capture the fortress!"
A ladder is set up on the towering city wall, with hundreds of orcs clinging to it, like fangs embedded in the fortress, which is shocking. On this narrow battlefield, the God of Death kept swinging his scythe, but the orcs became more and more bloody under the shouts of the shamans.
Inside the city gate of Avendeldan, the air was solemn and solemn.
Hundreds of dwarf cavalry were wearing heavy armor, holding heavy war hammers and iron rods, riding on the backs of strong big-horned goats, waiting for the king's orders.
The armor on these dwarf cavalry was shining brightly, and even the goats beneath them were covered in a layer of well-made leather armor.
The heavy armored cavalry, the most powerful dwarf cavalry in the Alpine Kingdom, has been unbeatable for hundreds of years. A bard once praised them like this: "These dwarves charge down the hillside like cracked rocks."
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At this moment, five hundred heavy armored cavalry were standing ready to launch a counterattack against the orcs.
Under the tidal offensive of the orc army, Avendeldan's defense facilities have become increasingly scarce. If the opponent climbs the city wall, the fortress will surely fall.
"It's time"
"Blindly retreating will only make the orcs more aggressive and demoralize our dwarf warriors.
We need to fight back! We must take the initiative to go out of the city and use blood and death to let the dirty orcs understand that the dwarves will never surrender! Evandeldan will never fall! ”
Suddenly, the dwarf heavy cavalry formed a majestic and powerful voice.
Ed finally made up his mind. He rode on the back of the huge bighorn goat and grasped the heavy hammer in his hand.
"Open the city gate!"
Ed ordered in a deep voice, and then slowly pulled down the metal mask covering his face on the helmet.
"Boom——"
With a dull roar, the dwarf guards struggled to turn the winch, and the heavy city gate slowly opened.
The orcs, who had been fighting hard outside the city for a long time, were overjoyed when they saw the door open for no reason, and their voices were excited.
"Are these cowardly and incompetent dwarves going to surrender? Avendeldan is ours!"
"Hahaha! They can't resist the orcs' offensive!"
"Wait. What is that?"
But soon, the orcs were horrified to discover that although the city gate was wide open, what was waiting for them was not the lax army surrendering - but the dwarf heavy cavalry that had been waiting for them for a long time.
And at the front of the military formation, the dwarf king wearing a metal mask was heavy and powerful, like a war drum beating.
"The whole army obeys the order!"
"Charge!"
The earth trembled and dust and smoke filled the air.
With the ground shaking, a torrent of steel spurted out from the city gate, and the iron hooves of the armored goat directly ran over the fragile body of the orc.
The dwarf cavalry rode on the backs of goats, smashing the heads of the orcs with heavy war hammers and iron rods, harvesting lives easily and freely.
"In the name of the mountain kingdom, Avendeldan will never fall!"
At the forefront of the heavy cavalry, Ed raised his war hammer with one arm, and the goat under him suddenly jumped several meters high.
"Bang!"
The hill giant's head exploded on the spot, blood, flesh, and bone fragments flying everywhere, leaving only a headless corpse that collapsed.
Taking advantage of the momentum of his fall, Ed smashed the hammer head against the ground, and the war hammer that had received the gift of Moradin glowed with fire.
"Boom!"
The warhammer made a huge crater on the ground, and with a crunching sound, spiderweb-like cracks and scorched marks continued to extend.
Immediately afterwards, flames burst out from the holes and gaps, burning fiercely, burning several orcs stepping on them to ashes.
Pungent, turbulent smoke emerged, and an earthy metallic smell permeated the battlefield. Ed swung the warhammer again and smashed into the place where hundreds of orcs gathered in front.
"In the name of Moradin! Dwarves will never be slaves!"
Before the dwarf king finished speaking, a hammer-shaped rock weighing hundreds of tons condensed in mid-air, and as he swung down the war hammer, the huge rock also suddenly crashed down.
"Boom!"
The ground caved in, and rubble exploded.
The strong wind carried the sand and gravel, and the shock wave caused by the collision spread, causing the ground within a hundred meters radius to tremble.
The team of more than two hundred orcs had been buried deep under the rock formations, turned into a blur of meat, and even merged into each other.
With just one blow, hundreds of orcs were sent to Gruumsh's mudshak kingdom. However, this was not the end. The dwarf king even broke away from the heavy cavalry and broke into the orc army alone.
Wherever he went, there was flying dust and rubble everywhere, and anyone who dared to approach would be smashed into pieces by the blood-stained war hammer.
In just a few charges, nearly 10,000 orcs surrounding the city wall were slaughtered. For a while, no orcs even dared to approach.
This is the dwarf king who is revered by the bards as the "Lord of the Mountains" and the "Master of the Furnace".
——Ed Klein.
A powerful legendary warrior, holding the "Rock Hammer" said to be forged by Moradin himself, and wearing armor passed down from generation to generation by the shield dwarf royal family.
A hundred years ago, it was this dwarf king who saved the mountain kingdom.
In that battle, Ed almost single-handedly blocked the descendants of Holy Fadelan, making the old emperor completely give up the idea of enslaving the dwarves.
Now, history seems to be repeating itself.
"Moradin is on
Father God, please protect us from this disaster. ”
Ed clenched the war hammer in his hand and stared at the restless orcs. For some reason, he had some bad premonition in his heart.
This time, the orcs came with all their strength and were determined to occupy Avendeldan.
Gruumsh's violent blood has been awakened and is flowing and rushing in the veins of the orcs, making them always full of ambition.
This is especially true for Monk's severed body as the "Eye of Gruumsh". The pioneer general stood on the hillside, holding up the double-headed ax in his hand, and the only remaining single eye was full of bloodshot eyes.
"The traps and cavalry of the dwarves cannot stop the pace of the orc warriors, let alone make us afraid!"
When the orcs have not taken what belongs to them, they are cowardly and shameful and have no place to stand! Father God’s mudshak kingdom will never welcome such trash!
Remember, never stop before capturing Avendeldan! ”
A red light flashed in Munch's one eye, and the veins on the surface of his strong body protruded, like the twisted roots of a tree.
"Ouch——"
A long roar sounded, and a black warg as big as a hill was seen crossing the mountains and kneeling in front of the orc vanguard.
——This is the strongest warg in the Red Blood Tribe, and is called the "Black Hills" by the orcs who admire strength.
It is said that this proud giant beast killed seven orc trainers and refused to let anyone ride on his back, except Monk, who subdued it with his bare hands.
Munch held the double-headed ax in his hand, jumped up, rode on the warg's towering back, and roared at the top of his lungs.
"Charge!"
"For Gruumsh!"
Suddenly, the warg cavalry in the orc army seemed to be inspired, and the wargs under them also raised their heads and howled in a shrill voice.
The warg cavalry held spears and battle axes in their hands, riding hungry wargs with gleaming eyes, galloping on the battlefield, forming a mighty offensive.
And Ed raised the hammer high again, gathered the dwarf heavy cavalry, and shouted angrily again.
"In the name of Moradin - Dwarves will never be slaves!"
"Dwarves will never be slaves!"
The earth trembled slightly, armored goats galloped on the ground, and the dwarf heavy cavalry pushed forward like a wall made of steel, facing the orcs' wolf cavalry. (End of chapter)