As the only passage to Avendeldan, the Road of Glory is extremely narrow, allowing only five or six orcs to pass through at the same time.

There are no guardrails on either side 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 they 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 accumulated under the Road of Glory.

The orcs were panting, their eyes were bloodshot, and they were letting out loud, frantic war cries.

"Hahaha! Avendeldan is just ahead!"

"Once I have completely occupied this place, I will smash these dwarven statues to pieces!"

"Just as the great Father God Gruumsh said - the weak and those who fear death should be pierced by the spear!"

Obviously, they have been blinded by the desire for war and have no fear of death at all.

The orcs waved their bone spears and scimitars and rushed into the dangerous place carefully arranged by the dwarf craftsmen.

"They're coming!"

"Kill all these orc bastards and water the Path of Glory with their blood!"

Accompanied by angry roars, the figures of dwarf warriors emerged from the tunnel on the rock wall.

They either drew their bows and arrows or pulled their crossbows, shooting flaming arrows at the orcs below.

"Whoosh-"

"Whizzing--"

Accompanied by short sounds of cutting through the air, dense rockets crisscrossed between the cliffs, like a dense net woven by flames.

The orcs who were hit by arrows wailed miserably, their bodies were burning. They rolled on the ground and soon fell off the stone road.

The orcs' wailing continued for a long time before dull "bangs" were heard, and fresh corpses appeared in the River of Bones.

An orc officer was pierced in the shoulder by an arrow. Under the effect of the powerful gunpowder secretly made by the dwarves, flames burned at the wound, emitting a bacon-like smell.

The orc follower beside him exclaimed and hurried forward: "Master Monk!"

"Don't worry about me, it's just a little trick of the dwarves. Keep charging!"

The orc called "Monk" pulled out the arrow from his shoulder and extinguished the flame with his palm.

“But these weak ones.”

Monk looked at the dwarf hiding in the tunnel with red eyes - he also had only one eye!
Veins bulged on the orc's sturdy arms, and he suddenly threw out the double-headed axe, delivering a furious attack.

Under this tremendous force, the axe blade spun in mid-air, instantly tearing the air, and the dwarf warrior was unable to dodge and let out a cry of surprise.

The dwarf's breastplate was suddenly shattered, and his short but extremely strong body was embedded in the cliff wall, never to move again.

"How dare you challenge me like this and humiliate a brave and fearless warrior of Gruumsh!"

Monk roared, and his strong body burst out with incredible strength. He leaped over the cliff and was about to land in the rock 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 rest of the orc bastards!"

The dwarves threw down their crossbows, raised their round shields and rushed forward, hoping to take the opportunity to shoot down the orc general.

"boom--"

However, Monk fell to the ground with a bang, and the huge potential energy directly smashed the oak shield and crushed the dwarf under him unconscious.

"Weaklings, I will crush you all, and the orcs will be the masters of Avenderdan!"

Monk hit the dwarf's head hard with his fist, causing it to explode like a broken watermelon, splattering red and white all over the ground.

"Moradin on top!"

"Beth died just like that! What on earth is this guy?!"

Seeing the tragic death of their companions, the surrounding dwarves finally became frightened and dispersed nervously with round shields in hand.

“Fear, tremble, and shake, this is the power that Father God has given us!”

Monk rushed forward with a grim smile, grabbed the dwarf's hair and lifted him up, then threw him into the abyss.

"In the name of Moradin, avenge our compatriots!"

"Brothers, let's go together and send this damned orc bastard to his Gruumsh!"

As the dwarf wailed, the surrounding dwarf warriors finally couldn't bear it anymore. They rushed up from all directions, waving their hammers, trying to smash him into a meat paste.

But this tall and strong orc was not clumsy. He jumped high, pulled out the double-headed axe embedded in the rock wall, and threw down the dwarf corpse on it.

The blood-soaked double-headed axe was swung in the air, with flying flesh and blood, broken armor, and the screams of the dwarves everywhere.

"Orc bastard, bury your brothers with me!"

A dwarf warrior picked up the short spear on it, threw away all defenses, and rushed over from behind with red eyes.

But Monk didn't even turn his head. He just swung back and the double-headed axe hit the dwarf directly in the face, chopping his hard skull in half.

Soon, the only one standing on the cliff platform was the orc general who was more than two meters tall, and the bloody corpses of the dwarves were piled under his feet.

Monk picked up the double-headed axe, stood in the pool of blood, licked the warm blood on his face, then raised the axe and roared:

"Those who fear death will be burned by fire forever!
Those who died bravely in battle will be granted eternal life in the kingdom of Father God Gruumsh!"

Monk Brokenbody is a warrior of the Redfang tribe who is famous for chopping off the limbs of his enemies. He is the younger brother of the orc chieftain Batu and 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 honor.

Each Eye of Gruumsh must undergo a bloody and painful ritual - removing his own right eye.

If the candidate raises a voice during this process, he will fall out of favor with Gruumsh and become a true cripple.

If he remained silent during this process, it would balance their damaged vision with their gods, thereby gaining the most violent and evil power, seeing what he could not see.

Monk is such a warrior, and he is respected by the entire clan.

Just now, this orc warrior blessed by Gruumsh could have easily avoided the arrow, but he didn't.

——Because he hadn't felt the pain of being hurt for a long time, and this made him somewhat intoxicated.

Monk brandished the orc double-headed axe in his hand and jumped up again, not forgetting to roar:

"For the great Father God Gruumsh, for the glory of the orcs, crush these dwarves!"

Under Monk's call, the orcs' offensive became more and more fierce. They rushed into the Glory Road regardless of casualties and consequences. "For Gruumsh!"

"We conquer the world!"

The dwarves kept firing rockets and dropping explosive barrels, killing or blowing away hundreds of orcs in an instant.

But these orcs, who were as excited as chicken blood, ignored them and just rushed forward with roars, sacrificing their cheap lives like grass to speed up the pace of the legion's advance.

The giant eagles and vultures raised by the orcs will attack again, disrupting the actions of the dwarf warriors on the rock wall and even causing them to fall into the abyss.

Moreover, the orcs behind also summed up corresponding tactics. Hill giants and orc giants carried heavy shields and walked on both sides of the team to block the rain of arrows shot from the rock wall.

The orc infantrymen advanced quickly under the cover of giant shields and soon reached the end of the Road of Glory, almost reaching the "Orc Tombstone".

On the towering city wall, there appeared teams of dwarf heavy infantrymen wearing heavy steel armor and holding long-handled hammers and huge shields.

These dwarves were like a low steel wall, standing motionless in front of the orcs.

They were not afraid at all and resolutely blocked the orc army, and the leader was the dwarf general Toru Aaron who had just drunk strong liquor.

Unlike ordinary dwarf warriors, although he is less than 1.5 meters tall, the long-handled hammer in his hand is an exaggeratedly long 5 meters.

"My fellow men, in three thousand years, Avundaldan has never fallen - even when we fought alone."

"Stop these orc bastards at the orc gravestone in the name of Moradin! Send them to Gruumsh!"

"Send them to Gruumsh! Die, orc bastards!"

The dwarf heavy infantry roared in unison and rushed forward like a moving fortress, colliding with the tide of orcs.

The orcs climbed up the ladders brought by the hill giants and half-giants, trying to climb over the city walls.

Although these dwarves were short, they were extremely sturdy and much stronger than ordinary orcs. In just one encounter, dozens of orcs were knocked down by the hard long-handled hammers.

The drunk Toru raised the long-handled hammer high and jumped suddenly. He swung the hammer in the air with great force.

"boom!"

A dull sound was heard, and the head of the half-orc giant was smashed to pieces in an instant. The body, which was several times taller than the dwarf, also fell down with a loud bang, crushing many orcs under the city wall.

"Go to hell, you disgusting bastard!"

Toru laughed loudly, and swung the long-handled hammer in his hand, which was covered with blood and brain matter, suddenly, hitting the more than ten orcs who rushed forward.

Under the terrifying power of the long-handled hammer, the orcs' bodies were deformed and flew backwards, with their bloody parts such as teeth, eyeballs, and ears scattered all over the ground.

Under the interception of the dwarf heavy infantry, the surging tide of orcs was actually resisted, and hundreds of orcs were crushed by sledgehammers.

They even showed rare panic and subconsciously retreated, but were crowded and pushed by the orcs who came from behind.

In the end, dozens of orcs fell wailing, falling into the abyss and becoming fresh corpses in the river of bones.

"Children, do not be afraid of death, it is the glory of orc warriors!

If you die here, you will gain eternal life in the kingdom of Father God Gruumsh! If you die as a coward, you will become the feast for the feast!"

The orc shaman circled in the air on a giant eagle. He raised the scepter inlaid with orc skulls in his hand and chanted an ancient ballad.

"Blood is wine, skulls are cups, wailing is joy, and fear is food."

"When the corpses of the enemies cover the earth, the orcs' empire embraces the world, and the great father god Gruumsh will come to the world—"

Orc society is founded on ideals of strength, survival, fear, and war, principles founded on the worship of Gruumsh and taught to young orcs through brutal experiences.

Shamans pass on orc legends from generation to generation, spreading their beliefs through intimidation, inspiration, and iron-fisted tyranny, and making the orcs believe in it.

The dwarves on the city wall shot arrows, trying to shoot down the giant eagle hovering in the sky, but the giant eagle had an invisible shield under its body.

After the orc shaman finished singing the ballad, he muttered something, and a 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 creatures fighting below.

Suddenly, a thin red mist swept in, filling the entire valley. When the orcs inhaled the bloody smell of the mist, they became even more violent.

They have completely lost their minds and can no longer utter a complete, logical sentence.

"Ow—"

"Kill, kill all the dwarves!"

The orcs launched a frenzied attack. They had completely forgotten about death and only wanted to kill the dwarves.

Time passed in the crazy war. The corpses of the orcs were piled up under the city wall, gradually forming a small hill. The latecomers climbed up the pile of corpses without hesitation and reached the top of the city.

"Huh, huh
There are so many of these damned bastards. Is war and mating the only thing on their minds? "

Toru was panting, exhaling hot air that smelled of alcohol, and swung his hammer again, knocking away the orc who was trying to climb the city wall.

The enemy's blood and his own sweat soaked the dwarf's skin. He could no longer remember how many times he had swung the long-handled hammer and how many orcs he had crushed.

Maybe it was three hundred, maybe it was five hundred. He had already forgotten the specific number when he counted to one hundred.

But the number of orcs was too large, far more than he had imagined, and the dwarf warriors on the left side of the city wall were almost unable to withstand the orcs' fierce offensive.

Just then, Toru heard a low, crazy voice, which easily drowned out the noisy wailing on the battlefield and made him feel terrified from the bottom of his heart.

"Dwarf, your head is perfect for offering sacrifice to the Father!"

He turned his head suddenly and saw on the left side of the city wall a burly orc with a double-headed axe on his shoulder, looking at him with a smile, as if he was looking at prey.

What was even more terrifying was that the orc was playing with a dwarf's head with wide eyes in one hand, and chuckled, "I hope you won't be as boring as these weaklings."

That is Monk Brokenheart, the powerful and crazy "Eye of Gruumsh"!
The orc general had corpses of dwarves piled up beneath him. They were Toru's most elite soldiers and his compatriots whom he regarded as brothers.

The head that the orc was playing with, with its eyes open, belonged to Grando, Toru's closest comrade!

Toru Aaron suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and his flushed face suddenly darkened.

"Oh, is he important to you? That's good, it can make you more interesting."

However, Monk raised the corners of his ferocious mouth, veins bulged on the back of his hand, and his five fingers suddenly exerted force.

"boom!"

Another head exploded like a watermelon, with bones, flesh and brains splattered all over the ground.

Suddenly, Toru Aaron's eyes turned red, his hands holding the long-handled hammer were shaking, and his teeth were about to break. "You orc bastard, you are looking for death!"

The angry dwarf general raised his long-handled hammer and swung it down violently. Monk also blocked it with interest, holding the double-headed axe horizontally.

"when--"

The collision of metal and iron produced a sharp roar, which set off a wave of air, causing the surrounding dwarves and orc soldiers to tremble. (End of this chapter)