"boom!"

Another barrel filled with liquor and gunpowder exploded in the air, and hundreds of orcs around were engulfed by the raging flames.

The raging flames burning in front of the city wall were like a scorching wall, forcing the orcs to stop in their tracks.

"Don't be afraid!"

"Father Gruumsh is watching us! The brave will be reborn in the fire!"

The orc officer suddenly rushed out of the crowd, raised his spear high and let out a fanatical roar.

"charge!"

"For Father Gruumsh!"

Suddenly, under his leadership, hundreds of orc warriors behind him became crazy, braving the raging fire, and rushed to the city wall one after another.

However, the ground in front of the city wall suddenly collapsed, and the orcs fell into the deep pit one after another, and were pierced by the sharp steel spikes in the pit.

"Damn it, it's a trap!"

"No, save me, I haven't fought the dwarves yet, I can't die here!"

On the chaotic battlefield, the sounds of explosions and war cries were everywhere, and the wailing in the deep pit was difficult to hear clearly.

The orcs behind were unaware of this and kept urging them forward, crowding together and charging forward.

——Until they saw the deep pit full of spikes and corpses in front of them, they could no longer stop and fell into it one after another, filling the pit with their flesh and blood.

Finally, the orc officer standing on a high place discovered something unusual. Hill giants and orc giants carried crossbeams and built a bridge.

The orc shamans waved their bone staffs and chanted ancient spells, causing the rocks to grow rapidly again and the ground to gradually close together.

The dwarf archers on the city wall were still shooting arrows, and the flaming and poisonous arrows poured down like a rainstorm.

This short flat ground of just a few hundred meters was like a millstone of flesh and blood, constantly crushing the orcs who entered it into bloody pieces.

The dwarves' superb skills accumulated over thousands of years have now transformed into clever traps and sharp weapons, ruthlessly reaping the lives of their enemies.

However, when the orcs rushed to within a hundred meters of the barrier, the device hidden on the ground was triggered again.

The dwarf statues on the city wall suddenly opened their mouths at the same time, revealing metal tubes in their mouths, from which countless silver needles coated with highly poisonous substances gushed out.

"Om-"

A sharp whistling sound that tore through the air was heard, and the entire row of orcs fell down together, and a faint poisonous mist emanated from their corpses.

The orc shamans raised their hands high, looked extremely pious, and muttered something.

"Praise be to the Great Father, Gruumsh the One-Eyed!

You are the embodiment of strength, you are the wind, you are the rain, your one eye makes the world tremble, and brings the will of revenge! "

Their hoarse voices echoed across the battlefield for a long time, and a miracle seemed to have really happened.

"Shh-"

A violent wind carrying the smell of blood came howling, dispersing all the poisonous fog that filled the battlefield, and also boosted the morale of the orcs. They cheered continuously, and the sound shook the sky.

Braving the rain of arrows, exploding barrels, and falling iron balls, and after paying a heavy price, the orc army finally arrived under the city wall with difficulty.

"Evanderdan, right up ahead!"

"Climb the walls, crush the dwarves, and capture Avenderdan!"

"Quick! Charge! The great Gruumsh is watching us! The warriors who climb the city wall will be blessed by God!"

The tall and strong hill giants, orc giants and ogres took down the ladders on their shoulders and placed them on the towering city walls.

The orcs were like ants gathered together in a dense group, scrambling to climb up, trying to become the first hero to reach the top of the city wall and gain the recognition and favor of the Father God.

However, on the city wall, the dwarves struggled to push down the ladders and shoot the orcs, and the fallen ladders crushed many orcs to death, causing hundreds of casualties in an instant.

"Kill them!"

"Defend Avondeldan to the death! We must not let these bastards get up here!"

"Moradin, for the glory of the dwarves!"

However, at this moment, the orcs have completely broken through the blockade of traps and arrows by relying on their numerical advantage.

They crowded under the city, like mottled and surging waves, washing the seemingly indestructible towering walls again and again.

Bjorn stood on the top of the city wall with a frown on his face. He was over four hundred years old and looked shorter and more hunched than an ordinary dwarf, but there was a firm light in his eyes.

"Moradin, the orcs will eventually pay the price for their greed and stupidity.

Three hundred and eighty-seven years ago, I witnessed them being driven north by the brave and fearless dwarf warriors, and today... history is about to repeat itself."

The old minister walked slowly into the city wall, held the iron lever with all his strength, and pulled it slowly.

"Click."

A crisp mechanical sound was heard, and then flames burst out from the furnace in the center of the city of Avondeldan, spewing out billowing hot steam.

The molten iron that was supposed to flow to the dwarfs' houses changed direction under the control of the valve, and tens of thousands of pounds of boiling iron flowed towards the city wall.

The orcs raised their heads, felt the heat wave coming towards them, listened to the roaring sound, and were immediately terrified.

"not good!"

"Watch out! What on earth are these dwarves planning to do?"

The metal cover on the city wall opened with a clang.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a roaring sound, red-hot molten iron gushed out and poured down like a waterfall.

In an instant, sparks flew, and the high-temperature molten iron poured down on the heads of thousands of orcs and half-orc giants, completely devouring them.

"Do not--"

"It's so hot!"

"This is molten iron, get out of the way! These damn, despicable dwarves!"

The orcs howled in pain and tried to struggle and escape from the red-hot iron, but it was all in vain.

Countless water vapors first surged out from around their bodies. When all the water vaporized, their flesh and blood could only come into close contact with the molten iron at thousands of degrees.

Billowing steam enveloped the battlefield. The only sounds that could be heard were the crackling of evaporating liquid and the crisp sound of burning flames, while the screams of the orcs were few and far between.

In this horrific iron hell, any flesh will be burned by the violent molten iron.

The first group of orcs to come into contact with Avendeldan were all melted in boiling molten iron, and the iron refined by the dwarves was turned into slag.

By the time the molten iron solidified, there was no orc left standing under the city wall. Only irregular blocks of iron that were still warm remained.

"You orc bastard, taste the burnt feeling!"

"Hahaha, this is the punishment Moradin gives you!"

The dwarf warriors on the city wall laughed loudly without any concealment. They felt very happy and relieved about the miserable plight of the orc army.

"How many fine weapons could be forged with this? Such good iron is really wasted."

"Yeah, it's a waste to use it to irrigate these bastards who believe in Gruumsh."

"Moradin, please forgive our actions."

The former dwarf craftsmen looked at the molten iron gradually solidifying under the city wall and sighed with regret.

Although the orcs were somewhat shocked by the scene of steam and molten iron, they did not give up the attack and still believed that the orcs would occupy Avendeldan.

As a result, more orcs gathered around and crowded around the iron-covered city wall, starting a new round of offensive.

"For Father Gruumsh!"

"Crush the dwarves! Capture the fortress!"

Ladders were set up on the towering walls, with hundreds of orcs climbing on them, like fangs embedded in the fortress, which was shocking. In this narrow battlefield, the god of death kept swinging his scythe, but the orcs were bleeding more and more under the shouting of the shamans.

Inside the gate of Avenderdan, the atmosphere was heavy and solemn.

Hundreds of dwarf cavalrymen, wearing heavy armor, holding heavy hammers and iron rods, rode on the backs of strong big-horned goats, waiting for the king's orders.

The armor of these dwarf cavalrymen was shining, and even the goats under their mounts were covered with a layer of well-made leather armor.

Heavy cavalry, the most powerful dwarf cavalry in the High Mountain Kingdom, has been invincible for hundreds of years. A bard once praised them like this: "These dwarves charged down the hillside like collapsing rocks."

At this moment, five hundred heavily armored cavalrymen were standing by, ready to launch a counterattack against the orcs.

Under the overwhelming offensive of the Orc Legion, the defensive facilities of Avundaldan have become increasingly scarce. If the enemy climbs up the city wall, the fortress will surely fall.

"it's time"

"Retreating blindly will only make the orcs more rampant and make our dwarven warriors lose their morale.

We need to fight back! We must take the initiative to leave the city and use blood and death to let the dirty orcs know that the dwarves will never surrender! Avender will never fall! "

Suddenly, the dwarf heavy cavalry roared loudly, shaking the sky.

Ed finally made up his mind. He rode on the back of a huge bighorn goat and gripped the sledgehammer tightly in his hand.

"Open the city gate!"

Ed gave the order in a deep voice, and then slowly pulled down the metal mask covering his face on the helmet.

"boom--"

With a dull roar, the dwarf guards struggled to turn the capstan, and the heavy city gate slowly opened.

The orcs who had been fighting outside the city for a long time were overjoyed when they saw the gate open for no reason, and their voices were excited.

"Are these cowardly dwarves about to surrender? Avenderdan is ours!"

"Hahaha! They can't withstand the orcs' attack!"

"Wait. What is that?"

But soon, the orcs were horrified to find that although the city gates were wide open, what was waiting for them was not the demoralized surrendering troops - but the dwarf heavy cavalry who had been impatient for a long time.

And at the forefront of the army, the dwarf king wearing a metal mask sounded heavy and powerful, like the beating of a war drum.

"The whole army obeys the order!"

"charge!"

The earth trembled and dust filled the air.

As the ground shook, a torrent of steel gushed out from the city gate, and the iron hooves of the armored goats directly crushed the fragile bodies of the orcs.

The dwarf cavalry rode on the backs of goats, smashing the orcs' heads with heavy hammers and iron rods, reaping their lives with ease.

"In the name of the Mountain Kingdom, Avenderdan will never fall!"

At the forefront of the heavy cavalry, Ed raised the warhammer in his hand with one arm, and the goat under him suddenly leaped several meters high.

"boom!"

The hill giant's head exploded on the spot, blood, flesh and bone fragments splattered everywhere, leaving only a headless corpse that fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of the momentum of falling, Ed smashed the hammer head to the ground, and the hammer blessed by Moradin began to burn.

"boom!"

The warhammer smashed a huge hole in the ground, accompanied by a creaking sound, and spider-web-like cracks and charred marks continued to extend.

Then, flames suddenly burst out from the holes and cracks, burning fiercely, burning several orcs who stepped on them into ashes.

A pungent, billowing smoke emerged, and an earthy, metallic smell filled the battlefield. Ed swung his hammer again, smashing it towards the place where hundreds of orcs gathered in front.

"In the name of Moradin! Dwarves will never be slaves!"

Before the Dwarf King finished his words, a hammer-shaped rock weighing hundreds of tons condensed in the air, and as he swung his hammer, the huge rock also fell down suddenly.

"boom!"

The ground collapsed and rubble flew everywhere.

The strong wind carried the sand and gravel, and the shock wave generated by the collision spread out, causing the ground within a hundred meters to tremble.

The team of more than 200 orcs had been buried deep under the rock, turning into a blurry meat paste, and even merging into one another.

With just one strike, hundreds of orcs were sent to Gruumsh's kingdom of Mudshak. However, this was not the end. The dwarf king even broke away from the heavy cavalry and broke into the orc army alone.

Wherever he went, dust and rubble flew everywhere, and anyone who dared to approach was smashed into pieces by the blood-stained hammer.

After just a few charges, nearly ten thousand orcs who were blocking the city walls were slaughtered. For a while, no orcs dared to approach.

This is the dwarf king who is honored by the bards as "Lord of the Mountains" and "Master of the Furnace".

——Ed Klein.

A powerful legendary warrior, holding the "Hammer of Stone" said to be forged by Moradin himself, and wearing armor passed down from generation to generation by the shield dwarf royal family.

Hundreds of years ago, it was this dwarf king who saved the mountain kingdom.

In that battle, Eddard almost single-handedly stopped the descendants of Holy Fadlan, causing the old emperor to completely give up the idea of ​​enslaving the dwarves.

And now, history seems to be repeating itself.

"Moradin,
Father God, please protect us and help us get through this disaster."

Ed clenched the warhammer in his hand and stared at the restless orcs. For some reason, he had a bad feeling in his heart.

This time, the orcs are definitely coming with all their might, determined to capture Avendeldan.

The violent blood of Gruumsh has been awakened and flows and rushes in the veins of the orcs, making them always full of ambition.

This is especially true for Monk Brokenbody, the "Eye of Gruumsh". The vanguard general stood on the hillside, holding high the double-headed axe in his hand, his only remaining eye full of bloodshot.

"Neither the dwarven traps nor the cavalry can stop the orc warriors, nor will they scare us!"

When the orcs haven't taken what belongs to them, they are cowardly and shameful, and have no place to stand! The Father God's Mudshak Kingdom will never welcome such trash!

Remember, never stop until you have captured Avondeldan!"

A red light flashed in Monk's one eye, and the blue veins on the surface of his strong body protruded like the twisted roots of a tree.

"Ow—"

A long howl was heard, and a black wolf as big as a hill crossed the mountain and crawled in front of the orc vanguard.

——This is the strongest wolf of the Red Blood Tribe, and is called "Black Hills" by the orcs who worship strength.

It is said that this proud beast once bit seven orc trainers to death and would not let anyone ride on his back, except Monk, who subdued it with his bare hands.

Monk jumped up with a double-headed axe in his hand, rode on the wolf's towering back, and roared at the top of his lungs.

"charge!"

"For Gruumsh!"

Suddenly, the wolf riders in the orc army seemed to be inspired, and the wolves under them all raised their heads and howled in a shrill voice.

The wolf riders, armed with spears and axes, rode on hungry wolves with dim eyes, galloping across the battlefield, forming a massive offensive.

And Ed raised his sledgehammer again, gathered the dwarf heavy cavalry, and shouted angrily again.

"In the name of Moradin - dwarves will never be slaves!"

"Dwarves will never be slaves!"

The ground trembled slightly, armored goats galloped on the ground, and the dwarf heavy cavalry advanced like a wall of steel, facing the orc wolf cavalry. (End of this chapter)