PS: This chapter is 4800 words, isn't it awesome?
Before dawn, the army began to assemble. When the sky was just beginning to brighten, all the troops in the entire outpost had already woken up. They began to prepare for war step by step. Now, the army cooks and soldiers were cooking. As the war approached, the soldiers began to gather. Their food today was exceptionally rich. Even the most ordinary serf soldier could eat hundreds of grams of carefully cooked animal organs, and relatively speaking, there was also bread with a lot of salt and butter.
The dwarves were also eating and drinking. But unlike usual, these dwarves neither quarreled nor discussed loudly today. Instead, they lowered their heads and ate silently.
Even Bellegar, the real king of Eight Peaks Mountain, was strangely silent. He just sat in the corner, quietly waiting for dawn to break.
The sky above Eight Peaks Mountain was still howling with cold wind. Today, it was no longer snowing. Instead, it was replaced by bright sunlight. The sky had already revealed a touch of white on the majestic peaks. The dwarves took in deep breaths of cold air. Some of the long-bearded veterans even scooped up a handful of soil and stuffed it into their armor.
The north wind howled, the sound of carriages, and the sound of horses.
The Brittany Knight King, Duke Musillon, the Chosen Champion of the Fairy of the Lake, and the commander of the expedition army, Laing -Macado, wore the Gray Knight Exquisite Power Armor. He carried the Nemesis on his back and held Mjolnir in his hand. Laing silently stood at the top of the outpost and looked into the distance of the mountain peak.
"Fifty years of life, compared to the people who live under the sky, is like a dream. Counting the nearly twenty years that I set off from Nord, it is like a dream." Laing looked at the vaguely visible Titan Gate in the distance. He closed his eyes and felt the cold wind blowing on his face. Time passed quickly. The time when the Sledgehammer Knight set off from Nord, the time when he fought the Champion of Chaos outside Mjörden Haven, seemed like yesterday.
The plains at the entrance of the Titan Gate were covered with a layer of snow, and a thin layer of ice had accumulated on the river. Laing looked around, and everything was empty. Only the sound of the army eating and packing could be heard. There seemed to be an inexplicable sense of fear and solemnity shrouding the expedition army. After a year, dozens of battles, big and small, were fought. Now, another decisive battle was placed in front of the expedition army.
The army of more than 40,000 people when they set off in the past was now left with only 20,000 people after many replacements.
More than a dozen Grail Knights, led by Kalad, all stood quietly behind Laing in several rows. Most of the Grail Knights' robes were tattered, and many of their cloaks were worn out. However, everyone waited quietly, waiting for Laing's order.
The cold wind blew, blowing the clothes and cloaks of these most powerful knights of the old world. Laing turned around. He was about to say something, but he found that the cold wind blew and fell into the depths of the Red Plum Blossom.
A Red Plum Blossom was stubbornly growing in the ruins of the creek outpost, blooming on this long-lost land.
"My brothers, have you ever been confused after following me all this way? Have you ever hesitated? Have you ever hesitated? "Leon reached out his hand and stroked the red plum blossoms as the Knight King spoke to his subordinates in a gentle voice.
In the distance, Dark Elf Olica had also changed into a leather jacket and boots, with a black and red cloak draped over her shoulders. Veronica had also changed into a fiery red leather jacket. She was currently testing the Light Magic Manipulation with the witch apprentices.
"We have never hesitated, never been confused, never hesitated. My king, where your sword is, is where our lance is. Your will is our will, and your glory is our glory. We are very honored to be able to fight side by side with you." Kalad stepped forward with a serious face. The face of the Great Grail Knight of Sanctum was filled with some kind of faith and fanaticism, which made his figure shine. "Please give the order, my king!"
"Please give the order, my king!" The voices of the Grail Knights were as firm as iron. What could be more glorious than fighting side by side with the great king under the gaze of the Lady of the Lake to eliminate evil?
"Yes, we can't hesitate, because hesitation will lead to defeat."
A smile appeared on Laing's face. The king nodded gently. "At this point in the expedition, we are fighting alone. We only have more than 20,000 people. The enemy may be five times, ten times, or even twenty times more than us."
"It is said that if one day, we lose the spirit of chivalry and the glory of our ancestors, we will suffer." Laing strolled in the ruins of the stream outpost. A large group of knights followed behind him. "But we are not really fighting alone."
In front of them, the dwarven army, the elven army, and a team of paladins and a team of ascetics led by Alfred Frey were ready. "Because partners with the same faith and will have united with us to fight together."
"Now, the Eight Peaks Mountain is in front of us." Laing looked at the gradually rising sun on the top of the mountains. The king's face gradually became firm. "All troops, listen to my order!"
The dwarven, human, and elven armies gathered together. The army was lined up neatly, and the murderous aura was soaring to the sky.
"Let's go!"
Toot, toot, toot, toot. A loud bugle sounded from the outpost, and the army slowly moved out of the city. Leon only left 1,500 men to guard the stream outpost's supplies and positions, while the remaining 22,000 men moved out, heading straight for Eight Peaks Mountain's Titan's Gate.
As far as the eye could see, the Titan's Gate was slowly opening, and an endless green sea appeared from within the gate like a flood. The Green Dwarfs had their heads and stomachs pressed against each other. They kept crowding forward, roaring, and waving their weapons excitedly. Although several Green Dwarfs and Green Dwarfs had suffered heavy losses in the battle of Valaya's Gate, there were still a lot of Green Dwarfs left in the Eight Peaks Mountain, enough to cover the entire field of vision of the army. It was enough to strike fear in the hearts of the army.
Many serfs and soldiers were breathing heavily, and the weapons in their hands were trembling.
Laing knew that this group of soldiers who had experienced hundreds of battles did not lack courage, but it was obvious that their faces were tense because of nervousness. The tip of the spear and the blade of the halberd shone in the morning sun. Behind Laing, the knights were already ready, only waiting for the king's order.
The stream outpost was on the east side of the Titan Gate, so Laing marched from the east to the west. He placed his knights in the north on the right flank, making it easier to attack the enemy from behind. Bellegar led his army in the middle, while the king of the Eight Peaks Mountain and his dwarven army remained silent.
The Wood Elves led by Aralos were on the left flank, with the Woodland Guards and the Eternal Guards holding spears and huge shields at the front. The Wood Elven Hero himself rode a huge stag in the middle of the army. He and his army leaned towards the south. Further south of the Wood Elves was a frozen stream. Upstream of the stream was the stream outpost, the main camp of the Allied Army.
"Soldiers! My soldiers, my dwarven brothers, my elven friends, time is running out. Please listen to me! " Laing rode his Griffin Impris, who was still wild, and walked in front of the army. The Knight King had created endless glory, and his speech attracted everyone's attention. "In front of you is a race and a civilization that survived the flames of war! Not only are there green-skinned scum all over the mountains, but there are also the Skaven Ratmen hiding under the Eight Peaks Mountain!
"Dwarves, a great and excellent race, a race as strong as a rock, as passionate as a furnace. They once controlled the mountains, and they were once full of glory!
"But in a terrible disaster and shameless betrayal, they lost their home and walked towards decay and destruction."
Many dwarves lowered their heads after hearing Laing's words. They recalled the glorious history of their ancestors and wept silently.
"An oath is the bond that binds the dwarves together. It once allowed the dwarves to usher in a glorious era, but an oath is also a heavy burden. Keeping a promise should be the bond that unites them, but in the end, it also made them bear heavy shackles.
"In order to reclaim Eight Peaks Mountain, Belle Jia and his clansmen bled for thousands of years."
"But some people might ask, why don't the dwarves know how to stop their losses? Why don't the dwarves know how to give up? Why were the dwarves still insistent on bleeding more blood to wash away their hatred after they had bled?! Why are the dwarves still committed to the seemingly impossible task of reclaiming the Eight Peaks Mountain after thousands of years of pain and sorrow?! "Leon's voice was as loud as a bell, his psionic ripples shaking the earth." Tell me, why?! "
The army was solemn. Everyone raised their heads and looked at Laing, waiting for his answer.
"Because, this is the dwarves." Laing said affectionately, "For His Majesty Bellegar, for every dwarf brother in the Angran clan, no matter how difficult it is, whether it is feasible or not, every dwarf will fulfill their oath without hesitation and wash away their hatred. There is no doubt that the oath they made and everything their ancestors guided is correct."
Many dwarves had tears in their eyes.
"Now, we have come to the Eight Peaks Mountain again. We must abandon our prejudice and arrogance. We will let the history of the green skin and rat men ruling the Eight Peaks Mountain stop here!" Laing raised his warhammer. "Because we are fighting for the same goal and the same belief!"
"The future is dark and desperate, but I firmly believe that whether it is humans, elves, or dwarves, our history and our civilization will never yield in the face of darkness and end in the face of evil! I firmly believe that our expedition army can be united. I firmly believe that Bellegar and his people will reappear the glory of the Queen of the Silver Abyss and rebuild their great and brilliant civilization! "
"This battle will be immortal. Even after a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, everyone will still remember our story and sing our songs. The golden era of the past will reappear. Whether it is humans, dwarves, or elves, we will find our glory. Let us trust each other in battle and unite our will." Laing roared loudly, "Let us be remembered forever!"
"For the Lady! For Brittany! "
"For Bellegar! For the Eight Peaks Mountain! "
"For Kunos, for Exolorun!"
The entire expedition army responded to the king's speech with the warmest and most excited cheers. However, Skarnik and his Green Skin army also approached. A low sound of drums and roars sounded from afar, and soon another sound responded. Waves after waves of Green Skin voices rose and fell, and a grand ensemble of Green Skin voices finally began to suppress the roars of the expedition army. The echoes rippled across the plains in front of the Titan Gate for a long time. Soon, thousands of roars from various voices and the sound of axes and swords hitting shields joined in.
Thump, thump, thump! The earth trembled, and the ice on the river trembled. There were so many Green Dwarfs that even as the vanguard approached the firing range of the expeditionary army, the Green Dwarfs were still pouring out endlessly from the Titan Gate. All the Green Dwarfs of Eight Peaks Mountain were mobilized under the blue and cloudy sky. Their frenzied roars and chaotic battle songs filled the sky. At first, the expeditionary army thought that the cunning Skarnik would test the army's firepower, but Leon quickly realized that this was not a test at all. He immediately gave the order to open fire.
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
The order spread across the entire battlefield. The dwarven musketeers raised their muskets, and the human musketeers did the same. Smoke spewed out from their muskets, and the cannons and dwarven organ cannons immediately began to fire.
"Ready!" Aralos rode on his stag, and the wood elf hero raised his spear. "Fire!"
Thousands of Woodland Guards threw their arrows in unison. Their actions were uniform, and this volley of arrows was like an art. More than a thousand arrows flew into the air and then fell like a torrential downpour. In that short and exciting moment, the Green Skin army paid the price of more than a thousand casualties.
The solid bullets and the explosion of the blossoming bullets interrupted the battle song of the Green Skin army, but the Goblins and Green Skin army were endless. Soon, the expeditionary army realized that they didn't need to aim because they couldn't miss. It was the same for the cannoneers. Only the most unlucky beginners fired cannons that had a small chance of hitting nothing.
On the Titan Gate, Skarnik stood under his Evil Moon flag. The roars of the Eight Peaks Mountain general and the sound of the Green Skin bugles could be heard. Skarnik screamed, "Advance! My army! Take these canned shrimps, bearded enemies, and pointy-eared creatures! Kill them all! "
"Ready!" Not far from Skarnik, dozens of Goblins were ready to dive down. Dozens of Goblins were wearing tattered flying suits with explosives hanging from their chests. They were hung on the catapults. "Ready!"
"Fire!" With the sound of the slingshots, dozens of Goblins flew into the sky and glided towards the expeditionary army's position.
"Yay yay yay yay!"
"Ah ah ah ah!"
“waaaagh！”
The expeditionary army noticed the large group of Goblins flying in the sky. Laing immediately shouted, "Aralos!"
"Fire!" Aralos immediately understood. Behind him, hundreds of Wood Elves raised their bows towards the sky.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!" Hundreds of tracking arrows filled with the power of the forest's sparks flew into the sky and hit the flying Goblins as though they had eyes. Dozens of Goblins fell from the sky, and the bombs they carried exploded among the Green Skin army. A flash of fire engulfed a large group of Goblins, and the thunderous explosion of the bombs turned the Green Skin army into minced meat.
"Yay yay yay!" The expeditionary army roared in victory and excitement.
"What?" Skarnik looked at the scene in front of him furiously. The Eight Peaks Mountain general roared in exasperation, "Fire! Fire again! "
Dozens of Goblins carrying explosives flew into the sky again. Aralos raised his spear again and shouted, "Fire!"
The arrows of the Forest Rangers hit the "flying Goblins" again. They did not reach their destination. Instead, they were all ordered to fall from the sky, and the explosives exploded on their own people.
"Yay yay yay!" This time, even the Knights roared in victory.
This roar only lasted for a short moment.
The Green Skin army approached. The long-range soldiers had already hidden behind the Pikemen and Dwarven Warriors. The Dwarven Miners and Dwarven Warriors trotted forward and used grenades and detonators to blast the Green Skin army into minced meat. Then, they formed a tight formation and shouted, "Fight!"
A large group of goblins and green-skinned kids crashed into the shields. Their heads were bleeding from the impact, and they staggered back. The chief of the Dwarven Iron Warriors, Sven Novigrad, roared, "Advance! Son of Valaya! "
"Ah ah ah ah!" The Dwarves raised their weapons and charged into the battlefield, followed by the Humans and Elves.
"Then, it's about to begin." The Knight King rode on the Griffin Imprius. He looked at the Green Skin army and gripped the war hammer in his hand tightly. "Knights, fight for the old world! Fight for justice and glory! "
"Lady, we will always be with you."
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