From Wild Mage to Wizard King

On the high wooden platform, the dwarf warriors stubbornly resisted the green-skinned orcs that kept pouring in from all directions.

Hamar, wearing the rune armor made by his father for himself, swung his warhammer and smashed the heavily armored green-skinned warrior in front of him.

"Bang!"

Just as he killed the green-skinned warrior in front of him, a heavily armored green-skinned warrior also swung a giant axe and hit him on the back.

Under the huge impact, Hamar's legs sank into the ground. He gritted his teeth, turned around and hammered the green-skinned heavy-armored warrior who attacked him to death.

He pulled his legs out of the ground, then roared, and a ray of light quickly covered his whole body. He raised his warhammer and charged at the green-skinned orcs around him.

Like a tank, his powerful force directly crushed all the green-skinned orcs that blocked him.

He turned around several times and crushed a large number of green-skinned orcs before returning to the extraordinary team.

Although his charge cleared a gap, the endless stream of greenskins quickly filled the gap.

Hamar felt a little powerless looking at the gap that was quickly filled.

Looking at the seemingly endless greenskin orcs, he regretted it in his heart.

As a Knight of the Four Rings, he should have been able to do more and better, and even escort his people out of the siege, but he couldn't do it.

His power was bound by the greenskin priests, and he couldn't exert the full power of the Knight of the Four Rings. Moreover, he didn't have a mount yet, so he could exert even less power.

He used to focus all his learning energy on casting, and he knew very few techniques, and most of them were single-handed techniques. It was okay for duels, but the effect was limited in the war with the green tide.

There were too many greenskins. Even if he could kill a greenskin orc with one blow, so many crazy greenskin orcs could kill him.

I was too anxious to organize a resistance when I heard someone was attacking here.

Hamaar looked at the tired dwarf transcendents around him and silently clenched his warhammer.

He could only pray that the forces attacking here were strong and firm enough to kill in, and they were not here to test, otherwise, they might all die here.

Hamaar gritted his teeth and clenched his warhammer.

Just as he was about to continue fighting, the greenskin orcs in front of him suddenly became chaotic.

Several colorful lights flew from afar and accurately projected to the location of the greenskin priest.

The greenskin priest who was just arrogant and howling with his hands and feet, as well as the greenskin warriors near him, all disappeared in the light.

Afterwards, there was a commotion behind the greenskins, and fully armed soldiers reflecting the sunlight appeared in his field of vision.

They were driving the fleeing greenskin orcs and intervened in the battle with murderous intent.

Hamar looked at the green blood splashing in the distance, and he was excited.

He raised his warhammer and shouted loudly.

"People, hold on! Hold on! Reinforcements are coming, reinforcements are coming!"

Hearing his words, the dwarves also noticed that the green orcs in front of them seemed a little confused.

Although their eyesight was not as good as Hamar's, and they could not understand the advancement of the legion soldiers, but hearing Hamar's words, their morale was also boosted, and their tired bodies seemed to have a few more strength.

And the speed of the legion soldiers' advancement did not disappoint them.

Less than a minute after Hamar spoke, the golden wave defeated the green orcs in this area.

As the effect of the berserker ended, looking at the cruel and bloody battlefield, the green orcs screamed, threw away their weapons, turned around and ran.

Looking at the defeated green orcs and the golden cans that were advancing in an orderly manner, Hamar stopped the people who were trying to chase the defeated green orcs.

Under Hamar's command, the dwarf warriors once again formed a line of defense, silently watching the surging golden wave.

Under their gaze, the main body of the golden wave had no intention of coming over, but continued to chase the green-skinned orcs in the direction of their escape. Only a small team of less than ten people flowed out and walked towards them.

Hamar hung his war hammer on his waist and led the extraordinary team to meet them.

As the orthodox heir of this dwarf clan, Hamar received a complete education, so after a glance, his eyes stopped directly on Roland.

Roland did not hide his breath, so Hamar could easily detect his power after the first sublimation.

He looked at Roland's dress, the robe on his body, the magic book in his hand, and his temperament.

Hamar came to a conclusion.

A human mid-level spellcaster who is likely to be from Sinar, pampered and powerful.

He had been to Sinnar with the clan's caravan, and he knew the difference between the spellcasters of Donnar and Sinnar.

Due to the different customs of the two sides, most of the spellcasters on the Donnar side were secluded and rarely appeared in public. They were all nervous and had a cold personality and temperament.

The spellcasters of Sinnar were different. Although they would shrink in the laboratory for research, they would often go out to travel. Most of them were more open-minded and did not have the neuroticism of the Donnar spellcasters.

Anyone who had seen the Donnar spellcasters and Sinnar spellcasters could basically recognize the difference between the two at a glance.

Moreover, the spellcasters on Donnar's side are not very developed, and still retain some of the style of the primitive wizards, while Roland's robes and magic books are obviously in the style of Sinar.

While he was observing Roland, Roland was also silently observing his situation.

According to Roland's understanding of dwarves, judging from the equipment and flags of the dwarves in front of him.

This group of dwarves is most likely dwarves from the Silver Clan.

According to the plot of the previous life, although the green tide is mainly active in Donnar, because the Dragon Spine Mountains are close to Donnar, the dwarves living in the Dragon Spine Mountains have also been attacked by the green tide, and the situation is not much better.

Several surface dwarf territories were destroyed completely. Like the refugees fleeing in Donnar, the dwarves in the Dragon Spine Mountains have also become homeless refugees.

If the dwarf clans were not weak and good at digging, and a large number of escape passages were built in the dwarf territories in the Dragon Spine Mountains, they might not even have a chance to escape.

Wasn't the Silver Dwarf's home, the Silver Gate, breached by the green tide a year ago? Why are there still silver dwarves here?

If I remember correctly, the Silver Clan finally fled to Sinar and took refuge with their fellow dwarves in the Silver Empire.

Roland thought so and spoke.

"Why are the dwarves of the Silver Clan here?"