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

"What a strength!"

The experienced dwarf general's face suddenly darkened and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

You have to know that this was an attack that he had put all his strength into, using a heavy weapon like a sledgehammer, but the opponent was able to block it easily.

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 due to anger. He slid the long-handled hammer diagonally downward, trying to smash the opponent's hand open.

The hammer head rubbed violently against 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 yellow fangs at the corners of his mouth. The black cloth on his face suddenly broke, and a flash of blood flashed across 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 bloody light, he was immediately shocked. The trembling and fear from the bottom of his soul made him unable to control his body.

In an instant, the image of a sea of ​​blood and corpses of dwarves and Avenderdan soaked in blood appeared in his mind.

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

When Toru came to his senses, Monk was already holding the double-headed axe and drawing a semicircular arc in the air.

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

"Shh-"

The blood from the neck gushed out into the sky like a surging fountain. The headless body of the dwarf fell to his knees with a "thump" and then fell forward.

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

He nodded with satisfaction, not caring about the blood all over his body: "A dwarf like this should be able to be sacrificed to the Father."

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

The dwarves who were still fighting on the city wall were filled with grief and indignation when they saw the dwarf hero, whom they regarded as a brother, die in this way.

"Toru is dead!"

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

"A bastard with the filthy blood of Gruumsh dared to insult the remains of his compatriots. Kill him!"

"He's alone. Let's go together. We must avenge Toru even if it costs us our lives!"

At 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 assist Master Monk!"

"These filthy dwarves are trying to surround Lord Monk! Orcs, kill them all!"

The surrounding orc warriors also wanted to join the battle, but Monk stretched out his hand to stop them, and an excited smile appeared on his hideous face covered in blood.

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

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

Monk played with the dwarf's head in his hands, pinching his bearded chin, causing the dwarf's mouth to open and close as if he was speaking.

"What's the short guy's name? Oh, right, Toru.

Dwarves, look! Toru is speaking. He is saying - you bunch of rubbish, not one of you dares to avenge him! Hahahaha!"

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

"Kill him!"

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

The dwarves raised their hammers and round shields high and rushed forward with roars. Dozens of dwarf warriors surrounded Monk tightly.

However, Monk threw the head aside, grasped the orc double-headed axe with both hands, and shouted excitedly: "Well done!"

"Shh-"

Monk swung his axe with all his might and spun it, forming a powerful axe storm around him, and dozens of dwarf warriors were caught in it.

The roar of the axe blade breaking through the air, the clanging of armor being chopped, and the hissing sound of flesh being cut rang out one after another.

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

After only a few breaths, the dozens of dwarf warriors who surrounded Monk were all killed, and no one could stand around Monk.

Everywhere there were half-broken bodies of dwarves, broken limbs, and shattered internal organs, and the blood was about to form a river on the city walls.

Monk climbed up to the top of the city wall by stepping on the pile of corpses, holding high the head of the dwarf Toru who was still hanging in the air, and looked down at the orcs who had occupied the entire city wall.

“My fellow countrymen!

In front of us is Avenderdan, the royal city of the dwarves!

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

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

"boom!"

The fresh head suddenly exploded, turning into a blurry blood mist, forming the shape of a single eye in mid-air.

This means that their god, the great one-eyed god Gruumsh, has gladly accepted the offering!

"For Father Gruumsh!"

"Blood will be spilled all over the land, and orcs will rule the world!"

The orcs were suddenly excited. They raised the blood-stained weapons in their hands and cheered like thunder.

The section of the wall known as the "Orc Tombstone" was indeed filled with orc corpses, and there were thousands of fresh corpses lying in the River of Bones.

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

This was the sixth time they had broken this barrier in thousands of years, and this time, their enemies were not the annoying elves and gods, but only dwarves holding iron hammers.

The goat jumped and climbed nimbly between the cliffs, walking at full speed, carrying the dwarf knight on its back to the wall of Avendeldan.

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

"Your Majesty, the orcs have breached the outer city walls and are gathering their forces to march towards Avenderdan."

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

And it is faster than any other beast tide. Even a strong warrior like Toru cannot stop the orcs. "

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

As far as I know, Batu.Skullbreaker has integrated hundreds of orc tribes on the Wugo Prairie, totaling more than 1.6 million people. This time the orcs are coming with great force, and their ambition is not only to annex our Mountain Kingdom, they probably want to conquer the entire Feansuo. "

Ed frowned, "Will the gods not stop it?"

Bjorn bowed his head and said, “Your Majesty, I have asked Master Eugene to go to Mount Heaven to seek the help of Father God Moradin and the gods of justice, but now that the world is separated, the help that the gods can provide is also limited.

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

The Wugo Prairie was shrouded in fog, and the Red Blood Tribe suddenly assembled at an unimaginable speed, and even our scouts did not discover it. "

This old minister, who was over 400 years old and had experienced countless wars, felt somewhat powerless at the moment, and his voice became hoarse:

"Your Majesty, I guess the orcs want to make a quick victory and capture Avundaldan before the world's attention is focused."

"How long do we need to hold out in Avondeldan before we can wait for the support of the Father?"

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

"it is good."

Listening to the roars of the orcs in the distance, the dwarf king was worried, but his tone was still so firm: "The thousands of years of foundation of the Mountain Kingdom and the glorious history of the dwarves must not be destroyed in my hands.

Even if this is a war that cannot be won, I will make those orcs pay with blood."

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

Dwarf scouts riding griffins circled high in the sky. After shooting down several vultures and giant eagles, they were able to observe the situation of the orc army.

I saw orc shamans waving their scepters and chanting spells.

Along with rumbling sounds, thick rocks extended on both sides of the Road of Glory to allow the giant beasts raised by orcs, such as the Wasteland Land Dragon and the Sharptooth Beast, to pass through.

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

In just a few hours, the orc army had been fully assembled, and tens of thousands of orcs rushed towards Avenderdan.

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

In the dark windows of the fortress, between the steep cliffs, and in the hidden tunnels, the dwarf warriors' eyes filled with resentment appeared.

At this moment, all 15,000 combat-capable dwarves of Avundaldan appeared here to guard their homes.

Soon, the earth began to tremble, heavy muffled sounds continued, and a yellow-green mottled torrent occupied the flat land in front of the valley.

In the high sky, countless vultures and giant eagles circled back and forth braving the dense arrows of the dwarves.

Batu sat on the bone throne, pointing the giant axe in his hand 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 chieftain stood up from his throne and raised his voice until it echoed across 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 Gruumsh!"

"The great orcs will eventually rule the world!"

In an instant, the orcs became excited again, and let out a fanatical war roar that resounded through the sky and made the mountains tremble.

"Great Sons of Gruumsh—

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

Cut off the heads of dwarves, pierce the hearts of elves, and sever the arms of men."

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

They crowded into the open space, pouring forward one after another toward the tall, solid fortress.

Looking at the orcs rushing towards him, King Eddard showed a determined look on his face and ordered in a deep voice: "Everyone listen - shoot!"

Suddenly, thousands of dwarves drew their bows and shot arrows into the sky. The dense arrows poured down like a rainstorm, instantly piercing the orcs in the front into sieves.

However, the Hill Giants and Beast Giants held up their huge shields and moved forward continuously, blocking the arrows one after another.

But on the towering walls of Avundaldan, exaggerated steel crossbows several meters high, forged by dwarf master craftsmen, had already been aimed at them.

The dwarves turned the capstan with great effort and pulled the crossbows. They were all furious: "Yes, it's that giant. Kill him!"

"Whoosh-"

Along with a sharp whistling sound, a giant arrow more than two meters long broke through the air and pierced the shield directly, and also nailed the giant and half-beast giant behind it to the ground.

Almost every dwarf is a skilled craftsman, and Aywendeldan, the royal city of the Mountain Kingdom, is home to the exquisite craftsmanship of countless dwarf master craftsmen.

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

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

"GuluGulu——"

The sound of rocks rolling was heard, and the orcs immediately realized that something was wrong. They discovered the huge monster rushing towards them on the hillside - but it was too late.

"Damn it, those cunning dwarves released the Rolling Stones!"

"Run! Don't get hit!"

"boom!"

A rock with a diameter of several meters rushed into the crowd, easily crushing the dozens of orcs, goblins, and ogres that stood in its way into meat paste.

"Wait, watch out for the sky!"

In the tall towers of the fortress, catapults designed by Master Trirant were launched one after another, hurling out flaming iron balls.

"Get down! Get down quickly!"

"It's a dwarven trebuchet!"

The iron ball drew graceful arcs in the air and finally fell accurately into the orc army.

"boom!"

The red-hot iron ball hit the orc, creating a huge hole in the ground, which then exploded violently.

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 successive dwarf wizard masters was suddenly activated, creating a solid barrier outside the fortress.

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

And in front of the walls of Avender, blazing fires burned, stone balls rumbled, and wooden barrels filled with flames and liquor exploded in the air.

The dwarves' various strange machines were extremely powerful, like the god of death, bringing huge casualties to the orcs.

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

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

The number of troops brought by Batu Skullbreaker is 200,000. (End of this chapter)