To enter Avendeldan, one must first pass through a long and narrow valley in front of Blackrock Mountain, which the dwarves call the Road of Glory.

The terrain here is steep, with towering rock walls on both sides and a fault zone in the middle connected by a stone bridge. Majestic stone statues stand on both sides.

They are Dumathoin, the god of minerals and gems, Clangeddin Silverbeard, the dwarven god of war, Thad Har, the dwarven god of hunting, and Gund Guthin, the dwarven god of defense and guarding.

And deep in the Road of Glory, there is a goddess with a thick beard who is exceptionally beautiful in the eyes of the dwarves. She is Sharindlar, the dwarven goddess of love and fertility.

As the gateway to Avendeldan, it is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

On the nearly vertical rock walls on both sides, there are tunnels dug and fortifications built by the dwarves everywhere, and there are also bunkers on the top of the cliff.

At the end of the valley is an extremely solid wall, which the dwarves proudly call the "Orc Tombstone".

Over the thousands of years, the northern orcs have invaded the south thirteen times, and eight of them were blocked outside the "Orc Gravestone".

The walls are covered with old, mottled bloodstains. Although they have been repaired, one can still see the fierce battles that once took place here, highlighting its glorious achievements.

The dwarf warriors, wearing heavy armor and holding sophisticated bows and crossbows and short spears, were on full alert on the city walls and lurking in the tunnels on both sides of the rock walls.

On the top of the city wall, the dwarf general Toru Aaron, wearing heavy animal skin armor and a horned helmet, raised his head and drank the liquor in the barrel.

He wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth, his cheeks turned red, his eyes were about to spit fire, and he shouted at the dwarf soldiers in front of him: "Brother, where are the brothers!
We'll keep them outside this time, so that these orc bastards can't even see the walls of Avenderdan!
Smash them!"

The strong smell of alcohol permeated the city walls, but no one found it pungent.

It is normal for dwarves to drink before going into battle to keep their spirits high.

The dwarf warriors became even more determined to fight when their leader drank so much. They raised their hammers high and cheered heartily.

"Long live King Ed!"

"Smash them! Avenderdan will never fall!"

"The Mountain Kingdom will last forever!"

The dwarves appeared on the hills, in the tunnels, and on the city walls, waiting for the orc army to appear.

The last orc invasion was four hundred years ago, and only the oldest dwarf priests had experienced it personally, while the vast majority of dwarf warriors were not yet born at that time.

Despite this, the dwarves still have plenty of confidence. They firmly believe that the Mountain Kingdom has the best equipment and the most powerful warriors in the entire Feanso.

"If it weren't for those damned Gruumsh-worshipping bastards, I'd still be feasting and drinking at this feast."

The dwarf general Toru climbed up the watchtower cursing and looked into the distance, but he saw a scene that made him wake up instantly.

"Great Moradin"

I saw countless crazy orcs occupying the wilderness in the distance, like mottled waves, mixed with evil creatures such as hill giants, ogres, and goblins.

Orc cavalry riding on wolf mounts galloped across the land, while in the sky, vultures and giant eagles were circling, as well as many devil mercenaries from hell.

Looking at this horrifying scene, his hands trembled slightly, and he couldn't even hold the wine glass steadily. The wooden barrel still filled with wine fell off the city wall and broke into pieces.

Although he claimed to be the bravest warrior in the Mountain Kingdom, Toru Aaron had never imagined that the orc army would come with such a strong force and momentum.

Compared to orcs, dwarves have an absolute advantage in individual strength. Although dwarves are not as tall as ordinary humans, their high-density muscles and barrel-like strong bodies make them much heavier than ordinary people.

Dwarves are natural warriors. They have superb combat skills and strong wills. They can endure physical and magical damage and smash their enemies with their own hand-made hammers. The shield dwarves of the Mountain Kingdom are the best among them.

But they also have a fatal flaw - their numbers are small and their reproductive capacity is weak.

Even the Mountain Kingdom, the most populous dwarf nation in all of Feanso, has no more than 100,000 citizens, and most dwarves are scattered in the mountains.

In Avondeldan, the capital of the Mountain Kingdom, there are only more than 20,000 dwarves. Excluding the old, weak and sick, there are only 12,000 warriors who can resist the orcs.

On the desolate Wugo grassland, the orcs reproduced madly and desperately, almost turning over the grass in search of food.

For hundreds of years, dozens of orc tribes have attacked and killed each other according to bloody traditions, competing for the strong ones who can gain the favor of Gruumsh.

Up to now, the powerful orc chief Batu Skullbreaker has led the Red Fang Tribe to conquer twenty-three large clans and one hundred and fourteen small clans.

He integrated more than one million orcs on the Ugo grassland, gathered all his strength, obeyed the will of the great father god Geumsh, and invaded the south again.

Together with the mercenaries from Hell, as well as slave races such as goblins, ogres, and hill giants, the size of the orc army has reached dozens of times that of the dwarves stationed in Avendeldan.

This is an extremely terrifying number! Most dwarf warriors will never see so many orcs in their lifetime.

In the torrent of the orc army, the Wasteland Land Dragon snorted dully, and its high raised back was covered with yellow-green weeds, like a hillside on the grassland.

At the top of the back, there was a throne made of white bones, and sitting on it was an extremely tall and strong orc.

He wore shoulder armor made from dragon scales and horns, and his naked upper body was covered in blood-colored runes.

The orc's face was also exceptionally ferocious, with its huge dark yellow fangs exposed and only one of its murderous eyes remaining - the other eye was covered with leather, but hideous scratches could still be seen.

It is said that in a battle with a Titan, the orc chieftain did not avoid the long sword stabbing at his cheek, but smashed the opponent's head with his battle axe, thus earning the name "Skull Crusher".

Batu Skullbreaker also lost his left eye forever - just like their father god, the one-eyed god Gruumsh.

After that battle, the orcs worshipped Batu even more, believing that he was a messenger sent by the Father God and a powerful man who could lead the orcs to conquer the world.

Looking at the majestic fortress gradually emerging in the distance, Batu Skullbreaker slowly stood up from the bone throne, picked up the blood-stained giant axe at his feet, and smiled wildly.

"Hahahaha, we're finally here, Avenderdan, the city that will soon belong to us orcs."

Next to him, the hunchbacked, old-looking orc shaman was excited and said in a low voice:
"Great, great, the Father God is watching over us, and the orcs' thousand-year wish is about to come true.
I heard the joyful voice of God the Father, He approves of you!
Lord Batu, you are the hero chosen by the Father God. You will lead the orcs to conquer this continent and show the world the power of Gruumsh!"

The old shaman stepped forward, took out a handful of blood-red powder, smeared it on the orc chief's forehead, and drew a one-eyed symbol between his eyebrows.

——That is the emblem of Gruumsh, the open eye.

The moment the One-Eye drew it, Batu Skullbreaker felt a violent force filling his body, and the blood in his body was burning.

"what--"

The desire to kill, the ambition to conquer, and the flame of revenge instantly ignited his heart. The orc chief raised the giant axe in his hand high, and the blood-red light seemed to split the sky.

“It’s the Father God appearing!”

"Praise the great one-eyed god! Praise Gruumsh!" The orcs looked up at the blood light in the sky, their cloudy eyes filled with fanatical faith.

Finally, their eyes focused on Batu Skullcrusher. The orc chieftain was breathing heavily, adapting to this powerful force.

Soon, the runes all over his body glowed with a bloody halo, and his only remaining bloodshot eye was filled with fighting spirit and fanaticism. An extremely powerful aura spread out and turned into a fierce hurricane.

Batu stood up, overlooking the tens of thousands of orcs below, and raised the battle axe in one arm.

"Warriors, cheer! I have received the instructions from the Great Father!"

"If you want to die early, then show weakness. Those who are too weak to fight for your tribe should be impaled on a spear!

The greatest gift given to the orcs by the one-eyed god Gruumsh the Watcher was the ability to survive where weaker races would perish.

Build your strength in these lands, and use them to defeat your enemies!"

Batu swung the axe again, and the chaotic blood light tore through the heavy clouds, creating scarlet scars in the sky, and his voice became more and more passionate, like a war cry from the wilderness.

"Look for opportunities to wage endless war against your enemies, to kill or enslave those who oppose you!

To gain territory, to gain living space. To destroy the elves, to destroy their homes, to ravage their lands. To crush the dwarves, to take their caves and fortresses for yourself. "

Finally, the orc chieftain blew out a foul smelling white smoke, raised his battle axe high, and roared at the top of his lungs: "Destroy the mountain kingdom and conquer Avendeldan!"

"Destroy the Mountain Kingdom and conquer Avendeldan!"

Orcs all over the mountains roared in unison. Their voices frightened the sky and made the earth tremble. They were far more ferocious than the dwarves.

"attack!"

"Crush them!"

The dwarf soldiers stationed on the outermost city wall and behind the rocks on the hills responded hastily, continuously shooting arrows.

"Quick, stop them!"

"Too many, there are too many orcs!"

"By Moradin, these ugly bastards are like rabbits on the prairie, there are too many to count!"

“Swoosh—swoosh—”

Sharp arrows were shot out, piercing through the orcs directly and even nailing them to the ground, but the orcs behind them did not hesitate to step on the corpses of their own people and move forward.

There were only three to five hundred dwarves on the outermost line of defense, but there were tens of thousands of orcs crowded outside the city walls.

Those arrows sank silently into the group of orcs as if thrown into a mottled river, causing only a tiny splash of water.

The leader of the orc tribe has begun to command the hill giants and half-giant orcs to carry heavy tree trunks and slam them hard against the wooden gate.

"Hey!"

"Boom - boom -"

The dull sounds rang out again and again, and the dwarves on the city wall continued to pour arrows down to the city, but it was still useless.

The strong dwarf warriors carried wine barrels and came out of the narrow tunnel next to them, throwing the barrels full of liquor and gunpowder at the orcs.

"boom!"

The wine barrel suddenly shattered, causing a huge explosion. The overflowing flames instantly engulfed a dozen orcs, slightly delaying the orcs' offensive.

But soon, the dwarf warrior was hit by an arrow from an orc longbowman. When he tried to fight back, he was flattened by the rubble thrown by the hill giant.

Giant eagles and vultures circled in the air, obeying the bone whistles of the orc trainers. From time to time, they swooped down from the sky and pecked out the eyes of the dwarves.

There were even several giant eagles surrounding a dwarf warrior, flapping their wings to block his vision, causing the dwarf to fall off the city wall.

"Tear this dwarf apart!"

"His head is mine!"

In an instant, dozens of orcs who were eyeing the city wall eagerly swarmed up and tore the unfortunate dwarf into pieces.

Blood splattered everywhere, pieces of flesh flew everywhere, and after being torn and snatched by the orcs, he didn't even have a complete arm left.

Under the fierce attack of tens of thousands of orcs, the hundreds of dwarf warriors on the front line suffered heavy casualties, and many retreated to the tunnel.

Batu Skullbreaker stood on the towering back of the grassland land dragon, pointing his giant axe at Avendeldan in the distance, and his heavy, hoarse voice spread throughout the area.

"Destroy their walls and break the dwarves' morale!
Hahahaha, they are only afraid of us! Afraid of the existence of orcs!"

Hill giants and half-giant orcs carrying tree trunks took over and rushed to the city wall, banging on the heavy oak door.

Along with dull sounds, cracks and fissures on the city gate became more and more numerous, and the dwarf soldiers guarding behind the gate looked panicked.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound was heard, and the thick oak gate finally couldn't bear the weight and shattered completely, revealing hundreds of dwarf warriors standing behind it.

"Hahaha! Charge!"

"Crush these dwarves! Sacrifice their blood to the Father!"

Hundreds of dwarf warriors in armor wielded sledgehammers and smashed the orcs in the front into meat patties, killing hundreds of orcs in an instant.

But the orcs rushed over one after another, and instantly overwhelmed the hundred or so dwarves.

"Sons of Moradin, my brothers, never surrender!"

The dwarf warriors let out a final roar, and he swung his hammer violently, angrily smashing an orc's head, but was still stabbed by several spears at the same time and fell to the ground.

Just like that, fanatical war cries echoed in the valleys, and the orcs rushed into the "Road of Glory" of the mountain kingdom like a flood.

Their target is the capital of the Mountain Kingdom, Eldwindan. (End of this chapter)