The Brittany was a little nervous about the appearance of this army. At this time, the knight army and the green dwarfs were evenly matched. With Laing's order to throw in the Old Guard, they had a slight advantage. But if they were attacked from the side, then even this experienced iron army would be defeated.
Humans were far more fragile than elves.
But humans were also far more tenacious than elves, especially when the Knight King Laing was here!
"My king, that is?" Kalad had already returned after a round of killing. This Great Holy Grail of the Sanctuary had already killed 15 Green Skin Warlords or Shamans today. Now, wherever he appeared, the Green Skin would flee in fear, shouting that the warlord killer was here.
Kalad liked this nickname very much, as much as the green warlord heads hanging on the ground behind his warhorse.
"Listen to the horn, that's the dwarven army!" Laing looked at the northern hillside, raised his warhammer, and shouted, "Soldiers, my knight brothers, the reinforcements are here! The dwarves are here to support us! "
"Long live the king!" The knight army's morale was greatly boosted, and they defeated the green dwarfs in one go.
On the Titan Gate, Skarnik's expression changed slightly. The Eight Peaks Mountain general first cursed Headhunter Quake and his Skaven Ratmen army for being a bunch of idiots who didn't put in any effort. He carefully identified the army that had just arrived, and his expression became more and more unsightly.
"The dwarves of Ironpeak Castle." The general of Eight Peaks Mountain whispered, "The Anvil Brotherhood, and the Royal Black Hammer Guards."
"Toot, toot, toot!" The sound of the Thunder Horn continued to sound, and with the sound of neat footsteps, a dwarf army appeared on the northern hillside. They held the flag of Ironpeak high and formed a formation on the hillside just like that.
"Forward, Sons of Granny!" The dwarven patriarchs proudly ordered.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" The dwarves of the Angrande Clan cheered even louder than before. The horns sounded again and again, igniting the enthusiasm of the dwarves. Even Bellegar was elated. "Finally, Ironpeak Castle. And he came in person."
The dwarf king of Ironpeak Castle, Cazador Dragonhammer, was a strong legendary warrior. He was wearing the ancestral rune plate armor of Ironpeak and a pointed winged helmet. He stood proudly on the hillside and led his personal guards, the Black Hammer Guards. Then, the dwarf rune master of Ironpeak Castle, Sorek Ironbrow, and his personal guards, the Anvil Brotherhood, appeared. They were like a steel shield wall, slowly and unstoppably advancing.
King Cazador was already a few hundred years old, which was considered old among the dwarves. His stern and cold face did not have any expression, only indifference and hatred towards the green dwarves. In the past few hundred years, he had lost his queen and his son. Even though he had joined forces with the Supreme King to conquer the Blackrock Fortress and was given the head of Brother Diehard Liquor, King Cazador no longer had the vigor of his youth. He was still strong and brave, but he no longer had passion and passion. All that was left was coldness and determination.
Close to the king of Ironpeak Castle, his Royal Black Hammer Guards held their hammers and followed the king's footsteps. In the middle of this group of hammer warriors, King Cazador's nephew, Cazador, was proudly holding the battle flag of Ironpeak Castle and shouting the slogan of Ironpeak Castle.
On the other side, the Dwarf Rune Craftsman Master Sorek Ironbrow had also appeared. This Dwarf Rune Craftsman Master was already the most outstanding Rune Craftsman in the world of the dwarves other than the president of the Dwarven Craftsmen's Association, Clark Grimace. He had devoted his life to excavating the lost cities of the dwarves, restoring the past glory of the dwarves, and finding the long-lost rune technology. Therefore, he had always been committed to supporting Belega's great cause of recovering Eight Peaks Mountain. It was also he who persuaded King Cazador to personally lead the army of Ironpeak Castle.
Sorek Ironbrow was like all the other Dwarf Rune Craftsmen. He was very stubborn. He had been hundreds of years and had always refused to accept disciples because he always thought that the small bearded men were too careless and unreliable. Until a few years ago, there was news that Master Clark had accepted Delon Fiennes, who was now the chief Rune Craftsman of the royal family by the Knight King, Laing, as his disciple. Sorek Ironbrow, who was unwilling to admit defeat, reluctantly accepted a few disciples. In this war, he brought all his disciples with him.
"Hey! Belega! I, Sorek Ironbrow, am here! " Unlike the silent and serious King Cazador, Sorek Ironbrow looked at the beacon fire in front of Eight Peaks Mountain and roared loudly, "Let us work together with your knight allies and smash these green bastards and disgusting rats into mud!"
"Yay yay yay yay!!!" The expeditionary army once again burst into thunderous cheers. This time, whether it was the knights or the dwarves, their morale skyrocketed. On the other hand, the green dwarves were a little panicked. Skarnik's green dwarves were still unable to break through the expeditionary army's defensive line after a few hours of bitter fighting. Instead, they suffered heavy losses. The green dwarves' fighting spirit was gradually worn out, and those canned gold cups were too scary.
On the hillside, after Sorek Ironbrow roared, he said to King Cazador, "Please give the order, Your Majesty. The enemy will not be able to support a two-front battle."
"Well, very good. Looks like Belega and his people really have hope of reclaiming Eight Peaks Mountain." King Cazador took a water bag from his subordinate. It was filled with beer. The king took a big gulp and threw the water bag on the ground under the pitiful eyes of the dwarves. The beer foam flowed down the hillside, and the king personally blew the thunder horn.
The legendary sound of the horn sounded like a heroic king in the prime of his life, not an old king who had been tormented by grief.
Just like this, the dwarven army of Ironpeak Castle rushed down from the side and went straight for Skarnik's flank. King Cazador personally held his rune battle axe and charged at the front. Behind the king, team after team of resolute dwarven warriors followed closely behind.
Although there were less than three thousand dwarves in Ironpeak Castle, the green dwarves still had the advantage in numbers. However, the dwarves were obviously better at fighting. Although the dwarves' marching speed was not fast, the green dwarves had enough time to prepare for battle. Even Skarnik was very clear that if he did not do something, he would be completely defeated.
The situation was extremely critical. Skarnik noticed that Headhunter Quake did not intend to send any more elites. The Eight Peaks Mountain general finally made the most important decision in this battle of the Titan's Gate.
He ordered the Black Orc warlord Uglock Shattertooth to lead the most elite Black Orc army and the Night Goblin army "Eight Peaks Mountain Fanatics" to battle.
The Black Beastmen were a terrifying type of green-skinned Beastmen. No one knew the origin of the Black Beastmen because the green-skinned Beastmen never recorded history. But from the mouths of the Chaos Dwarves, Skarnik had learned that the Black Beastmen were most likely a transformation of the Chaos Dwarves when they tried to enslave the Oke Beastmen. They were stronger, bigger, stronger, and more powerful! The Oker Orcs were even smarter and did not like to kill each other. Instead, they liked to ridicule the losers.
Obviously, the transformation of the Chaos Dwarves was successful, but the enslavement failed. These terrifying nightmarish Black Orcs became an elite army that made the whole world tremble. They all wore heavy plate armor and held huge axes in their hands.
The other elite army was the Night Goblin army "Eight Peaks Mountain Fanatics". This army had been under Skarnik's command since the beginning of his career. After receiving Skarnik's order, the Eight Peaks Mountain Fanatics raised the Evil Moon flag high and entered the battlefield. They waved large iron balls. Whether it was the dwarves' plate armor or the knights' enchanted armor, they could smash them into pieces with just one hit!
The hammer storm kept spinning, harvesting the human and dwarf soldiers. In the majestic sound of the horn and the fierce sound of the war drums, Skarnik personally went to battle. The Eight Peaks Mountain General stood proudly in front of the army of Iron Peak Castle and the expedition army, looking around disdainfully. The Black Orc army entered the battlefield from behind him. The Black Orc warlord Uglock Shattertooth personally led these heavily armored warriors to charge.
The serf infantry in the front row was quickly slaughtered by the Black Orcs. Within a few minutes, the whole regiment was almost completely wiped out. The remaining serf infantry screamed and fled. Bertrand immediately ordered the Old Guard to replace them, but this time, even the well-equipped Old Guard was defeated in front of the Black Orcs. The infantry company at the front lasted for less than five minutes and lost more than sixty people. All of them were dismembered, and no one was injured.
Relying on the counterattack of the Black Orc army and the Eight Peaks Mountain Fanatics, the knights suffered heavy casualties and were beaten back again and again. Team after team of soldiers were harvested by the Black Orcs like grass. The knights' counterattack was also forced back by the Night Goblin's hammer. The whole army began to show signs of collapse. The Dwarf army of Iron Peak Castle was only halfway there when Skarnik personally led the army to resist the attack of Iron Peak Castle.
Under the sky of Eight Peaks Mountain, there was blood and fire.
"The second infantry regiment, completely wiped out!"
"The Duchy of Bryon's army has been defeated!"
"The Old Guard's second regiment has been defeated!"
"The unicorn guards can't hold on any longer!"
"His Majesty Laing! We can't hold on any longer! "
One after another, urgent reports were sent to Laing. The king's hand tightened on the reins, but there was a terrifying smile on his face. He looked at Count Urhiya and said, "Skarnik has lost. We have won this battle!"
"My king?" Count Urhiya didn't understand.
"Because mountains can't be moved." Laing's face gradually became ferocious and cruel. Knight King raised his warhammer and looked at the Evil Moon flag that was moving. "The mountain has moved. The glorious battle of Eight Peaks Mountain will end today."
"Veronica!" Knight King shouted.
"Understood!" Wizard Garland stood on the light magic mount, and the whole group of witches immediately began to chant.
"Erica!" Laing shouted.
"I'm ready, master!" Dark Elf also held the Staff of Urth, and the power of a great spell began to gather around her.
"Begin!" Clayon took out the scroll that Aurora had sent to him. "Get rid of them!" he said.
At first, the fanatics of Eight Peaks Mountain pushed very deep. Because no one dared to fight with the hammer in their hands, they directly broke through and slaughtered an entire group of serf soldiers. They also took out dozens of Old Guard and a dozen knights. Suddenly, the night goblins felt the weather change.
"Cold! It's so cold! I'm drooling! " Frost Nova after Frost Nova suddenly exploded within the ranks of the Eight Peak Mountain Berserkers. Hundreds of Blizzard Frost energy and icicles whistled through the air, and the temperature rapidly plummeted. The Night Goblins howled as they were hit by the curses. Most of the Night Goblins were frozen into ice sculptures and couldn't move for a while.
"Meteorite!" Veronica's shout rang through the battlefield. Dark clouds covered the sky, and three large meteorites more than 20 meters in diameter fell from the sky. They were wrapped in flames and lava, and bombarded the fanatics of Eight Peaks Mountain and the Black Orc army. The earth-shattering explosion rang through the mountain peaks and the sky.
"Void Distortion!" Erica's great dark spell followed, and the endless darkness of the physical universe was torn apart. The chaos, light, and void of the subspace collided with each other at the edge of this domain. The fanatics of Eight Peaks Mountain and the Black Orcs were sucked into the Void Distortion. They screamed as they were sucked into it, and disappeared forever.
"It's time!" King Leon raised his hammer and shouted, "Knights, let's go! For the Lady, for Brittania, let's fight a bloody battle! Until death do us part! "
"For the Lady and the King! For Brittany! " The knights roared and gathered behind Laing. Although they were all covered in blood, they still proudly charged with their king. "Forward!"
The horses' hooves were like thunder, and the lances were like trees in a forest. Laing's horn rang through the battlefield. More than a hundred knights formed a torrent of steel and charged at the remaining Black Orcs and Eight Peaks Mountain fanatics. Iris flowers bloomed on the battlefield.
Lances pierced through armor, battle axes cut through plate armor, and hammer balls smashed through helmets. The King personally led more than a hundred knights to fight the Black Orcs and Eight Peaks Mountain Fanatics on the battlefield. The knights fell one after another. They were either smashed into meat paste by the hammer balls, or their armor and flesh were cut open by the axes. However, they had no regrets. They firmly believed that they were fighting for the kingdom, for the Lady, for their sacred beliefs, and for the supreme glory of the kingdom.
In the midst of the fierce battle, the Black Orc warlord, Uglock Shatterfang, ran into a knight. The knight was wearing fine dwarven plate armor. He raised his sword and fearlessly challenged the Black Orc warlord.
"Baron Richard, Olivier is here!" Olivier rushed forward and bravely challenged the Black Orc warlord. His lance was broken, so he pulled out his two-handed sword. His speed was even faster than his battle cry.
Uglock Shatterfangs sneered. The black orc warlord's battle axe decapitated Baron Richard's warhorse and knocked Olivier off his horse. Olivier did not have time to mourn for his beloved warhorse. He swung his sword at Uglock Shatterfangs' chest and said, "Go to hell! Green bastard! "
But the Black Orc warlord's axe cut the exquisite two-handed sword like a twig. Uglock Shatterfang followed up with a backhand swing and chopped off Olivier's head.
This warrior who was introduced by Duke Schultz of Marienburg and had followed Laing for more than ten years died on the battlefield. His blood splattered all over the ground.
Uglock Shatterfang did not have time to collect his trophies. He had already heard the sound of blunt weapons hitting each other. The Black Orc warlord turned his head. The scene in front of him made him very excited!
Laing the Knight King was coming with terrible anger. He had already jumped off his griffin. With a sweep of Mjolnir in his hand, he sent two Black Orcs flying into the sky. The king knew that it was too late to save Olivier, but it was not too late for revenge. Uglock Shatterfang immediately accepted the duel. The Black Orc warlord and the Knight King met in the melee. The battle between the giant axe and the Mjolnir shook the whole field, creating a large number of sparks.
However, the duel ended in an instant. Just as the giant axe and Mjolnir bounced off due to the impact, Laing let go of the hilt of Nemesis. Platinum flames and light blue light shrouded the Knight King. Nemesis drew a lower semicircle and swung upward, directly cutting off Uglock Shatterfang's right hand holding the giant axe, his entire forearm, and the armor on it!
Black blood splattered everywhere!
"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" The Black Orc warlord finally felt the piercing pain. He howled miserably and knelt on one knee, trying to press the wound with his left hand, but it was no longer necessary.
"You think you're worthy of a duel with the champion?" Laing furiously cut off the Black Orc warlord's head. "You're not worthy!"
Uglock Shatterfang's head was picked up by the Knight King. In the midst of the roar that spread throughout the battlefield, the Chosen Champion of the Lake Fairy raised the Black Orc warlord's head in front of everyone on the battlefield and let out a victorious roar.
The remaining Black Orcs stared at the hammer-wielding warlord with fear and trembling eyes. He was so powerful and dazzling. After witnessing Laing's strength with their own eyes, the Green Orcs who were originally fighting wildly felt uneasy and fearful, and the Black Orcs began to fear.
Laing charged again, and the Knight King killed eight Green Orcs, twenty Black Orcs, and countless Night Goblins along the way. He went straight for the Dark Moon flag, and no one was his opponent. When the Dark Moon flag, which symbolized Skarnik's status and glory, fell to the ground with a loud bang under Laing's sword, the Green Orcs finally began to collapse.
"The story of the Eight Peaks Mountain's champion ends today!" Bellegar also witnessed the fall of the Dark Moon flag with his own eyes. The King of Eight Peaks Mountain finally made a decision. He began to sing an ancient song, calling Valaya's name.
Under the ancient song and the call of the ancestors, the spirits of the four Dwarven ancestors responded to the call of the King of Eight Peaks Mountain and returned to the human world. "The ancestors are calling us. Dwarves, advance!"
The white dwarf, Rimbrind, also raised Grimnir's ancestral battle axe. He came to Bellegar's side and roared, "To the King! TotheKing！”
"Ahhhh!!" The Dwarves were all boiling with excitement.
"Charge!!!"
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