Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Toru was so shocked that his palms went numb, and the long-handled hammer was dented and almost slipped out of his hand, but the opponent did not move at all and looked relaxed.

"What a great force!"

The experienced dwarf general's face suddenly darkened, and he thought to himself that it was not good.

You know, this was a blow that he had put all his strength into, and he used a heavy weapon like a long-handled hammer, but the opponent could easily block it.

This can only mean one thing - the orc in front of him is much stronger than him, and can even crush him.

Thinking of this, Toru suddenly regretted his reckless tactics just now because of anger. He slid the long-handled hammer diagonally downward, trying to smash the opponent's hand.

The hammer head rubbed sharply on the iron rod of the double-headed axe, and sparks burst out from the intersection of the hammer and the axe.

"Hehe."

But Monk just grinned, revealing the yellow fangs at the corners of his mouth, and the black cloth on his face suddenly broke, and a ray of blood flashed through the empty eye sockets.

As the powerful "Eye of Gruumsh", his blind eye has many special abilities and can see what he cannot see.

"Not good!"

When the dwarf saw the blood light, he was shocked. The trembling and fear from the soul made him unable to control his body.

In an instant, the bloody mountains and seas of dwarves appeared in his mind, and Avenderdan soaked in blood appeared.

However, in this moment of distraction, Monk suddenly retracted the double-headed axe, causing the dwarf to stagger forward a few steps.

When Toru completely came to his senses, Monk had already drawn a semicircular arc in the air with the double-headed axe.

The blood-soaked axe blade swung with a bloody gust of wind, and the dwarf only felt a chill in his throat.

"Shua——"

The blood on the neck rushed up to the sky, like a surging fountain, and the headless body of the dwarf knelt on the ground with a "thump", and then fell forward.

The dwarf head, which was still filled with fear and confusion, was held in Monk's hand by the braid on his head.

He nodded with satisfaction, ignoring the blood all over his body: "Such a dwarf should be able to be sacrificed to the Father God."

The city guard of "Orc Tombstone" died just like that. This dwarf hero who had killed the fire giant alone died in the hands of the orcs with almost no ability to fight back.

The dwarves who were still fighting on the city wall saw the dwarf hero they regarded as a brother die just like that, and their eyes were immediately bloodshot and filled with grief and indignation.

"Toru is dead!"

"Quick, let's surround him, kill that damn orc, and take back Toru's head!"

"The bastard with the dirty blood of Gruumsh dared to insult the remains of his compatriots, kill him!"

"He is the only one, let's go together, even if we risk our lives, we must avenge Toru!"

Under the call of Toru's head, the remaining dwarf warriors on the city wall gathered together and surrounded Monk.

Their faces were filled with grief and anger, their eyes were red, and they wished they could tear the orc into pieces.

"Quick, go and help Lord Monk!"

"These dirty dwarves want to surround Lord Monk! Orcs, kill them all!"

The surrounding orc warriors also wanted to join the battle, but Monk reached out to stop them, and an excited smile appeared on his bloody face.

"No, don't come over, I want to enjoy this taste"

"Hahaha, do you hate me? I just like your eyes that hate me so much but can't kill me!"

Monk played with the dwarf's head in his hand, pinching his bearded chin, making the dwarf's mouth open and close, as if talking.

"What's the name of this dwarf? Oh, yes, Toru.

Dwarves, look, Toru is talking, he is saying - you bunch of trash, no one dares to avenge him! Hahaha!"

Seeing the hero's head being insulted and played with like this, the dwarf warriors finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Kill him!"

"Damn orc bastard, I'm going to crush him!"

The dwarves raised their war hammers and round shields, roared and rushed forward, and dozens of dwarf warriors surrounded Monk.

However, Monk threw the head away, held the orc double-headed axe with both hands, and shouted excitedly: "Come on!"

"Shua——"

Monk swung the axe hard and spun, forming a strong axe storm around him, and dozens of dwarf warriors were caught in it.

The roar of the axe breaking through the air, the clang of armor being chopped, and the hissing of flesh being cut sounded one after another.

Finally, there were the dwarves' shrill screams, the cries of the survivors, and the slight sound of blood spurting.

Only a few breaths of time passed, and the dozens of dwarf warriors who surrounded him were all killed, and no one could stand around Monk.

There were only half of the dwarves' bodies, broken limbs, and shattered internal organs everywhere, and the blood was about to form a river on the city wall.

Monk stepped on the pile of corpses and climbed to the top of the city, holding up the head of the dwarf Toru, who was still alive, and overlooking the orcs who had occupied the entire city wall.

"Fellow countrymen!

Ahead is Avenderdan, the royal city of the dwarves!

Keep attacking, the great Father God Gruumsh is watching us! We will use the dwarves' heads and blood to sacrifice to the Father God!"

Monk's only remaining one eye was full of piety. He held up the dwarf's head and raised it to the sky with both hands.

"Bang!"

The fresh head suddenly exploded, turning into a vague blood mist, showing the shape of a one-eye in the air.

This meant that their god, the great one-eyed Gruumsh, gladly accepted this offering! .

"For Father God Gruumsh!"

"Blood is spilled on the earth, and the orcs will rule the world!"

The orcs suddenly became excited. They raised the blood-stained weapons in their hands and cheered like a mountain and a tsunami.

There are indeed piles of orc corpses in front of this section of the city wall called the "Orc Tombstone", and there are thousands of fresh corpses lying in the river of bones.

But at this moment, after paying a heavy price, the orcs captured this place and became the real victors.

This is the sixth time in thousands of years that they have broken this barrier, and this time, their enemies are not annoying elves and arachnids, but only dwarves armed with hammers.

The goat jumped and climbed nimbly among the cliffs, walking as fast as flying, carrying the dwarf knight on its back to the city wall of Avendeldan.

The dwarf knight rolled off the sheep's back and half-knelt respectfully in front of Ed, who was wearing armor and holding a war hammer in his hand.

"Your Majesty, the orcs have broken through the outer city wall and are gathering strength to march towards Avendeldan."

Ed nodded slightly, then looked into the distance and sighed softly: "Bjorn, you are right, the outer wall was indeed captured by the orcs.

And it is faster than any other beast tide. Even a powerful warrior like Tolu cannot stop the pace of the orcs. "

Bjorn stepped forward, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, I hope I guessed wrong.

As far as I know, Batu Skullbreaker has integrated hundreds of orc tribes on the Ugo Prairie, totaling more than 1.6 million people.

This time the orcs are coming in force, and their ambition is not only to annex our mountain kingdom, but they may want to conquer the entire Fiansol. "

Ed frowned: "Won't all the gods stop it?"

Bjorn lowered his head and said: "Your Majesty, I have asked Master Eugene to go to Heaven Mountain to find help from Father God Moradin and the gods of justice. But now that heaven and earth are isolated, the help that the gods can give is limited.

And as far as I know, the one-eyed orc used some secret means to blind the Father God and block the prying eyes from Heaven Mountain.

The Ugo Prairie was shrouded in fog, and the Red Blood Tribe suddenly gathered at an unimaginable speed. Even our scouts did not notice it. "

This 400-year-old veteran who has experienced countless wars is a little weak at the moment, and his voice has become hoarse:

"Your Majesty, I guess the orcs want to make a quick decision and capture Avendeldan before the world's eyes focus on it."

"How long do we need to hold out in Avendeldan before we can wait for Father God's support?"

"Seven days at most, if nothing goes wrong with Master Eugene."

"good."

Listening to the roars of the orcs in the distance, the dwarf king was worried, but his tone was still so resolute: "The thousands-year-old foundation of the Alpine Kingdom and the glorious history of the dwarves must not be ruined in my hands.

Even if this is an impossible war to win, I will make those orcs pay the price with blood. "

Ed clenched the hammer in his hand that symbolized the highest power of the Mountain Kingdom and the spokesperson of Moradin.

Dwarf scouts riding griffons were hovering in the sky. After they shot down several vultures and giant eagles, they were able to observe the situation of the orc army.

I saw the orc shamans waving their staffs and chanting incantations.

Along with the rumbling sound, thick rocks stretched out on both sides of the Glory Road to allow giant beasts such as the Wasteland Land Dragon and Sharptooth to pass through.

And more orcs, goblins, ogres and hill giants also poured in, gathering in the valley in front of Avendeldan, densely packed like a surging river.

Within a few hours, the orc army had completely assembled, and tens of thousands of orcs were rushing towards Avendeldan.

On the city wall, Ed led the elite dwarf warriors to stand ready, waiting for the enemy to appear.

The angry eyes of the dwarf warriors appeared in the dark windows of the fortress, in the steep cliffs, and in the hidden tunnels.

At this moment, all 15,000 dwarves of Avendeldan with combat capabilities appeared here to protect their homeland.

Soon, the earth trembled, the heavy muffled sound continued, and the yellow-green mottled torrent occupied the flat land in front of the valley.

And high in the sky, countless vultures and giant eagles were circling back and forth despite the dense arrows of the dwarves.

Batu sat on the Bone Throne, pointing his giant ax at the majestic fortress built on the mountain in the distance, with greed in his eyes: "This is Avendeldan, what a perfect place."

The orc chief stood up from his throne, and his voice became louder and louder until it spread throughout the mountains: "My people, crush these dwarves and capture their fortress!

Only in this way can we please the great father God Gruumsh! This city will be the beginning of our orcs’ conquest of the world! "

"Kill all the dwarves and capture the fortress!"

"For Father God Gruumsh!"

"The great orcs will eventually rule the world!"

In an instant, the orcs boiled up again, letting out fanatical war roars that resounded through the sky and made the mountains tremble.

"O great sons of Gruush—

Go and fight to your heart's content. With the strong body God the Father has given you, tear apart all enemies that stand in the way of the orcs' conquest!

Cut off the heads of the dwarves, pierce the hearts of the elves, and cut off the arms of the humans.”

The shamans waved their bone staffs, and thick blood mist filled the front of the fortress, making the orc warriors even more violent and fearless of death.

They crowded in the open space, rushing towards the tall and solid fortress one after another.

Looking at the surging orcs, King Ed showed a resolute face and ordered in a deep voice: "Everyone obey orders-shoot!"

Suddenly, thousands of dwarves bent their bows and shot arrows into the sky. The dense arrows poured down like a rainstorm, making the orcs who rushed to the front instantly pierced into sieves.

However, the hill giants and beast giants held up their huge shields and moved forward, constantly advancing and resisting arrows.

But on the towering walls of Avendeldan, the exaggerated steel crossbows several meters high cast by the dwarf craftsman master had already aimed at them.

The dwarves turned the capstan with great effort and pulled the steel crossbows, and the crowd was indignant: "Yes, it's that giant, kill him!"

"Swoosh-"

Accompanied by a sharp whistle, a giant arrow more than two meters long broke through the air, directly pierced the shield, and nailed the giants and beast giants behind it to the ground.

Almost every dwarf is a skilled craftsman, and the capital of the Mountain Kingdom, Aywendeldan, is a gathering place for the exquisite craftsmanship of countless dwarf craftsmen.

There are countless exquisite instruments and buildings, which are the dwarves' greatest reliance in resisting the orcs.

On the slope of Blackrock Mountain, the dwarves put down the baffles, and the huge round rocks rolled down along the predetermined track.

"Gurgle Gurgle--"

The sound of the rock rolling sounded, and the orcs immediately realized that something was wrong and discovered the behemoth rushing towards them on the hillside-but it was too late.

"Damn, these cunning dwarves released the rolling stones!"

"Run! Don't get hit!"

"Boom!"

The rock with a diameter of several meters rushed into the crowd, easily crushing dozens of orcs, goblins, and ogres in front of it into meat paste.

"Wait, be careful of the sky!"

In the towering towers of the fortress, the catapults designed by Master Trirant started one after another, throwing out flaming iron balls.

"Get down! Get down!"

"This is the dwarf's catapult!"

The iron ball drew a series of beautiful arcs in the air, and finally fell accurately into the orc army.

"Boom!"

The red-hot iron ball hit the orcs, creating a huge pit on the ground, and then suddenly exploded.

The broken hot iron blocks and overflowing flames killed hundreds of orcs around, leaving only blackened corpses on the ground.

At the highest point of the main city wall, the protective magic circle drawn by the dwarf wizard masters of all generations suddenly started, creating a solid barrier outside the fortress.

The arrows and overdrawn short spears shot by the orcs were all blocked outside the fortress.

In front of the city wall of Avendeldan, the scorching fire was burning, the stone balls were rolling, and the wooden barrels filled with flames and strong liquor exploded in the air.

The various strange instruments of the dwarves were powerful, like the death god who was urging the orcs to die, causing huge casualties to the orcs.

What the orc army had to face was not only the 15,000 dwarf warriors in the fortress, but also the wisdom of Avendeldan and even the dwarfs for thousands of years.

But the number of orcs was too large. Even if the dwarves used all their means and exhausted their stock of ammunition, they could only kill more than 10,000 of them.

And the number of troops brought by Batu.Skullbreaker was 200,000. (End of this chapter)