The fate of the old world was still undecided, but the fate of the Dwarves had already changed.
Ever since the Final Moment, all the Dwarven fortresses in the Roof of the World had been attacked to varying degrees. The Skaven Ratmen knew the Dwarves' weaknesses very well. Butcher's Castle, Eight Peaks Mountain, Sea Gate, and Rapids Pass were the main targets of the siege.
In the far north, the Dwarves were still holding on to Karak Kadrin. The stone hall of the fortress was surrounded by traces of fierce battle. Cannonballs and bullets were deeply embedded in the ruins of the walls, and the floor was covered with dried blood and broken bones.
Located in a valley and standing tall from the valley was the Dwarven Fortress, Karak Kadrin, also known as Butcher's Castle.
In the prosperous days of the past, caravans from the Empire gathered here, and it became an important trade route between the Empire and the Dwarves. However, times had changed. Now, there were only uninvited invaders, wandering monsters, and wild beasts. For the Skaven Ratmen, this place was called the Death Mountain because more than one Ratman army tasted the bitter fruit of defeat here.
Butcher King Agrim Ironfist had already made the final preparations. During the siege, Agrim Ironfist personally led the Butcher Army of the Dwarves out of the secret tunnels of the fortress again and again, destroying the siege weapons of the Skaven Ratmen.
However, the number of Skaven Ratmen was almost endless. Butcher King Agrim Ironfist constantly encouraged his people, making them believe that reinforcements were on the way. At the same time, because of the oracle of the Dwarven Mother Goddess Valaya, Butcher's Castle had already prepared a huge amount of supplies, so the whole city had the ability to hold on.
Even so, after a long siege, Butcher's Castle waited until the allied army from Eight Peaks Mountain, Sea Gate, Iron Peak Castle, and the three guards of the Wretched Lands successfully broke the siege. The army of Eight Peaks Mountain led by Belegar appeared from behind and attacked the Skaven Ratmen from behind and released a signal flare. Butcher King immediately attacked and defeated the Skaven Ratmen from two sides.
In desperation, the Skaven Ratmen sent out their trump card, the Wheels of Disaster. These powerful war machines proved to be the best weapons against the dwarves. Their powerful mobility and armor-piercing ability could cause devastating damage to the dwarves. At the same time, they were not afraid of falling into the dwarves' shield wall and could effectively avoid the dwarven cannons.
The Wheel of Disaster had completed its mission very well in many previous battles, forcing the Butcher King Agrim Ironfist to retreat. The Dwarves really did not have any good way to deal with the Skuli family's weapon.
But this time, Riemann Rousse was here. The Wolf King might not be good at anything else, but it could take down these high-speed creatures in one hit. The Skaven Ratmen had sent out three Abominations, but they were still unable to stop Riemann Rousse from destroying the important base of the war machine. It seemed that he wanted to wash away the shame from before. Riemann Rousse tore apart two Abominations with his bare hands in a fit of rage, and the remaining one was blown up by Belegar and his men. Left with no choice, the Skuri family ordered a retreat.
The siege of the Butcher's Castle was thus broken. Regardless of the heavy losses suffered by the dwarves, outside of the Sea Gate Pass, Bayernov Dragonhammer died in this battle. His son, Badenov, inherited the throne of the Sea Gate Pass.
"I didn't expect that it would be you, Belegar, who saved us all this time." The Butcher King Agrim Ironfist held a grand banquet to celebrate the victory of the defense of the Butcher's Castle. Kaderin had finally defended it.
"Oh, what goes around comes around." Belegar held his stomach proudly. The King of the Eight Peaks Mountain felt great. He pretended to be noble and said, "The dwarves are all one family. Agrim, you helped me before. Now it's my turn to help you."
"Hey, in the name of Granny, when I helped you, I did not expect you to help me one day. After all, no one thought that you could take back the Eight Peaks Mountain …" Agrim Ironfist really wanted to punch Belegar's smug face with an iron fist. He opened his mouth for a long time and finally said, "Anyway, thank … thank you."
"Then our enmity from before is written off. Including the help you gave me? " Belegar clapped his hands. "I already knew that you were lacking in fresh food after being besieged for a year. This time, I brought 500 goats and 2,000 barrels of beer. It's enough for everyone to enjoy."
"We'll talk about that later." Agrim Ironfist put a wooden stick with a roasted lamb leg into the fireplace. "We need to join forces and support the Rapids Pass and Eternity Peak."
"Eternity Peak should be fine. Didn't Solgreen say that he could solve problems himself? Let's go support the Rapids Pass first. " Belegar said casually. The oil from the roasted lamb chop dripped onto his white beard. "Oh, right. Let me introduce you to this warrior. He is …"
"He's Laing's brother, Rimanrus." Agrim Ironfist waved his hand. "We've met before."
"Yes, we've met before." Rimanrus met the Butcher King during the Motekin Invasion. "You're a man."
"And you're a dog, a loyal dog." Agrim smiled. "Didn't you say that you wanted to go on an expedition to the Far East?"
Russ was about to lose his temper. What dog? I'm Fenris, a wolf!
But thinking about it, it seemed that to the dwarves, the dog's words were a compliment, so Ruth endured it and growled a few times. Seeing this, Bellegar quickly stuffed a lamb leg into his mouth. "He ran into a little trouble in the Far East."
"What kind of trouble?" The Butcher King was quite interested. He knew how powerful Russ was. Anything that could make him call trouble couldn't be simple.
"Grimgor Ironhide." When the name was mentioned, the atmosphere in the hall of the Butcher Castle suddenly became cold.
"Grimgor Ironhide is indeed a great threat, but we don't need to worry about it now. It's like the sand in the ocean at the end of the horizon. We don't know how far away it is." Soric Ironbrow, the dwarven rune master, was very stubborn. "We must save Eternity Peak. The dwarves can't bear the news of Eternity Peak falling! This will lead to the extinction of the dwarves! "
"But the technology of Riptide Pass is also necessary." Belegar still had some complaints about Solgreen. The King of Eight Peak Mountain wiped his mouth. "Eternity Peak is so strong. It won't fall that easily."
"It's the same for Riptide Pass. It's said that Riptide Pass has received support from an army of the undead," the Butcher King insisted.
The kings voted and finally decided to go to Eternity Peak. Seeing this, Belegar had no choice but to agree.
"Where's your son?" Agrim the Butcher King noticed that Belegar didn't bring his son with him.
"Solgreen is serving under brother Laing," Belegar said casually.
You really don't worry about leaving your only child and heir to serve under a human! Agrim the Iron Fist thought that this was a friendship that had gone through life and death. He thought for a moment and signaled his son to come forward. "Galalim! Come and greet your uncle Belegar and grandpa Soric! "
An orange-haired Mohawk boy with numerous gold rings pierced through his body, wearing only a vibrating gold rune belt and large underpants, came up to Bellegar and Sorek and saluted.
Is there something wrong with Agrim's brain? When Belle saw Agrim's only son, he couldn't help but frown. With just a glance, he knew that Galalim Ironfist had not only taken the Oath of the Butcher, but had also completed the tonsure and butcher training. He also wore a lot of rings on his body. Thinking of this, Belle couldn't help but shake his head. He glanced at Galalim Ironfist's belt. It was over this time. Both father and son had taken the Oath of the Butcher. If things went wrong, the Butcher King's family would have no descendants.
"From today onwards, you will follow King Belegar's orders. Before you learn how to be a glorious butcher, you must first learn how to be a king," Agrim the Iron Fist said to his only son. Agrim Ironfist looked at his only son and said in a deep voice, "Don't you like the story of King Belega's recovery of the Eight Peaks Mountain? Don't you like the story of King Belega working with the knights of Brittania to defeat Headhunter Quake and the general of the Eight Peaks Mountain, Skani? The feat of erasing the most important chapters in the Book of Hatred? "
"But …" Galalim the Iron Fist was still obsessed with seeking a glorious death, but he also yearned for King Belegar's feat.
"No buts. From today onwards, you will follow King Belegar's orders. Before you learn how to be a proper king, I won't allow you to be a butcher. Do you understand?" Agrim the Iron Fist roared.
"Understood …" The only son of the Butcher King's mind swayed back and forth, but he finally compromised.
"Good! Prepare the army. We will immediately set off to the south to support Eternity Peak! "
"For Granny, for Glinmnir, for Valaya!"
"Dwarves, advance!"
Ten days later, Ridge of the World, Silver Road, Eternity Peak, Infinite Mountain, Karaz A-Karak.
The gates of the dwarven capital were slowly opening. The Supreme King Solgreen personally led the dwarves to battle. The Supreme King rarely exercised his privilege as the Supreme King. He rejected the majority of the people's suggestion to stay and wait for reinforcements during the meeting and insisted on going to battle.
The strange light of the Dimension Stone extended from the ground to the sky, and from the observation hole in the fortress on the mountain, one could see a doomsday-like scene.
The advancing war machines fired dark-green electric arcs across the battlefield, and the explosions shook the entire Silver Road Pass. The flashes of flames shot forward illuminated the hazy battlefield, and the battle lines approached each other until they met. With a sudden hoarse battle cry echoing between the mountains, the warriors in the first row killed each other, and the canyon was immediately surrounded by the sound of metal colliding.
When the gate opened, the first thing the dwarves saw was a group of rats that filled the entire Silver Road Pass. Many of them regretted that they had moved too quickly.
In an instant, they were sure that their cold king would lead them to destruction. These dwarves were not butchers who sought death on the battlefield to repent their sins, but warriors and craftsmen who guarded their home.
Ten thousand people, this was the last force that Eternity Peak could fight.
They knew how invincible their high walls were and how strong their defense line was. But now, they had to cast aside their defenses and confront the seething rats on the open ground. In front of them were endless rat warriors and their war beasts that stretched as far as the eye could see.
But after all, they were dwarves — dwarves who were calm and composed in both action and war. They did not waver because of this seemingly impossible action. They just raised their shields higher and held their axes tighter.
Because they were dwarves. Even if they were destined to die here, they would fight to the last man.
This time, there was really no way out. This time, the Eternity Peak was behind them.
The Supreme King Solgreen looked at this scene with pride and solemnity. Since the gate of Eternity Peak was opened, Solgreen kept reading the contents of the Book of Great Hatred loudly. The lines and scenes of hatred constantly raised the morale of the dwarves, and all the dwarves' eyes turned red. Hatred, hatred, maintained the power of the dwarves' inheritance!
The treasury of the Eternity Peak had been completely opened. Every runic weapon and equipment had been placed inside. The battle axes and hammers forged by the ancient runic blacksmiths had been respectfully taken out from the Hall of Honor. The techniques used to forge these weapons had already been lost. Now, no one could grasp the hammer technique that could bind such powerful magic power. These weapons did not need to be cleaned, polished, or polished, because the runes on them made them as sharp as new forever.
The clan warriors and the long-bearded warriors were equipped with the weapons used by the ancient heroes. Since the War of Vengeance, the golden age of the dwarves, there had never been so many dwarves with such powerful rune axes and hammers on the battlefield.
Would this be the last battle of the dwarves? Solgreen, the Resentful One, was very sure that his surprise attack had worked. Now, the elite dwarves from Eternity Peak were crazily killing the Ratmen on the battlefield, and the Ratmen were dying like weeds. But all of this was not enough. At least, if he wanted to completely defeat the Ratmen, Solgreen and his army would have to go through a long battle.
The two sides had just fought for a few hours when a signal flare rose from the north. With the loud sound of a horn, the dwarves from the north entered the battlefield under the guidance of a large number of horses and mules. The leaders were the King of Eight Peaks, Belegar, and the King of Butchers, Agrim!
The dwarves of Eternity Peak immediately burst into cheers. They thanked Granny and Valaya, and Solgreen finally had a smile on his face. The Supreme King then ordered the entire army to attack. There was only one target, and that was the head of the Skaven leader!
The chief supervisor of the Skaven World's Roof Ridge Mountain was the Clan Leader of the Mosh Clan, Gnoll. With the blessing of the Horned Rat, Gnoll was already a demigod. However, he felt that something was wrong. The Dwarves of Eternity Peak actually opened the gate and launched an all-out attack. They even equipped all the runic weapons in the treasury in an attempt to fight to the death. This was something that Gnoll did not expect. As a result, the more than 30 rat slaves and the rat clan army at the forefront were instantly defeated.
At this time, a large group of dwarves suddenly appeared behind them. Aren't we being attacked from both the front and the back?
Gnoll was in a dilemma. At this time, he could not retreat. If he dared to retreat, the Horned Rat and the Council of Thirteen would tear him apart, and his fate would be extremely tragic. But if he fought to the death now, he did not have the confidence to fight against the two armies of dwarves. He might really die here today.
What should I do?
Before Gnoll could think too much, there was an explosion among the guards of the Moss clan. A powerful enemy with a giant wolf cape and a giant body like a giant with a frost blade and a golden spear in his hands charged over. The Storm Rats could not stop this thug.
Gnoll took out his Dimensional Stone Halberd and was about to deal with this powerful enemy when he suddenly heard the oracle of the Horned Rat God. The Horned Rat God's voice was very tired and weak. "My loyal son, the time has come for you to give your all to the Horned Rat God!"
“？” Before Gnoll could answer, a powerful suction force from the subspace instantly sucked away the demigod energy in its body. Not only did the suction force take away all of the Horned Rat's blessings, it even sucked the clan leader of the Moss Clan dry!
It turned out that after the final battle between the snake and the rat, the Horned Rat God had been devoured, but not completely. In a moment of desperation, the Horned Rat God gave up almost all of his power and sent his original god out.
After finally returning to the subspace, the Horned Rat was so weak that it couldn't even form a physical body in its own domain. It was on the verge of death, and it couldn't even suppress the Scourge Lords under its command, much less interfere with the mortal world. The despicable god then remembered that it had once given a portion of its divine power to every member of the Council of Thirteen, allowing them all to become demigods.
Very well, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine!
You bunch of trash! Give me back what belongs to me!
The Horned Rat did not care about anything else. He immediately activated the contract and withdrew all of the power he had given to the Council of Thirteen.
At the same time, every surviving member of the Council of Thirteen who had ascended to the demigod realm was instantly drained of their energy, along with their souls and life force, just like Gnoll. All that was left was a corpse of a rat.
Looking at Gnoll who had suddenly died and turned into a dried rat, Rus was stunned.
I didn't even do anything, how did you fall?
"What happened to this rat?" At this time, Agrim, the incarnation of the Flaming Wind, also came over. He saw Rus staring blankly at the dried rat on the ground and thought that Laing's brother was really strong. He had finished off Gnoll in such a short time. "Well done, as expected of you. Well done!"
"That's not right. I didn't even do anything, and it's already like this." Rus was still thinking about what had happened.
"Oh, isn't this showing off your accurate marksmanship?" In that unnatural dusk, the Butcher King shone like a lighthouse. Flames surrounded his shining breastplate, and his battle cries were like a storm of fire. Every time he swung, the Dago Axe would leave a burning trail.
Whether the Ratman was fighting, standing still, or running like a pack of rats, they would all die indifferently. Under Agrim's blazing fury, the Ratman could only die. "What are you waiting for? Kill the rat!"
"Oh … Oh!" Only then did Rus come back to his senses.
The battle lasted for three days and three nights. In the end, the Skaven Ratmen were defeated. Hundreds of thousands of them died, and the blood of the rats dyed the entire Silver Road red. The siege of Eternity Peak was broken.
Several dwarven armies combined, and there were about 20000 of them in total. Supreme King Solgreen immediately made the decision to personally lead the dwarven army to reinforce the Empire.
Just like that, the 16000 dwarven army advanced westward under the Supreme King's lead.
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