Four flashing shadows appeared behind the King of Eight Peaks Mountain. They were the heroic spirits of the ancestors.
"Under the power of Valaya, the heroic spirits of the ancestors have returned to the mortal world." The white dwarf, Rimbrindale, waved his battle axe. Every strike of his was filled with ancient power. The power of Valaya extended from the white dwarf, illuminating the battlefield.
The white dwarf was like a god that had descended from the heavens. He swung his shining and huge battle axe, casually reaping the lives of the green dwarfs around him. The blood of the orcs dyed his cloak red and formed streams on his winding beard. With a thunderous blow, another green dwarf fell in front of him.
Translator: WQL Editor: Aleem Light was flashing on the battlefield. That was the call of their ancestors. That was the echo of the far-ancient times. Every member of Angerande Clan sensed their ancestors' benevolent whisper and solemn reprimand. The voice was as warm as the fire in the chimney and as firm as the ore in the deepest part of the earth.
A strong change enveloped the battlefield. First, a dwarf heroic spirit wearing a dragon-back winged helmet appeared behind Belega.
His long beard revealed his identity. The battle hammer in his hand flashed with the glory of the ancestors. His voice was so familiar, but it was so far away. It was as if his existence was just an illusion. But as time passed, the dwarf heroic spirit turned from an illusion into something real.
"That's the King of Loen!"
"My ancestors!"
"Granny's mine. It's really the King of Loen!" The dwarf warriors of the Angrande clan were so excited that their eyes were brimming with tears. They gathered around the heroic spirit of the King of Loen and shouted the name of their ancestors.
Under the gaze of everyone, the King of Loen said, "The shame of defeat for centuries will vanish! Join me, and the Angrande clan will be revived! "
"Ahhh!"
The second ancestral spirit appeared. It was the legendary dragon-slaying warrior, Halkenhaver Rockbeard, the greatest warrior in the history of the Angran clan. He raised the battle axe in his hand and said, "This time, whether it's the trolls, the orcs, or the despicable goblins, none of them will stand in my way!"
The dwarves' momentum was strong all day, but it was not over yet. The spirit of the third ancestor, the greatest rune craftsman in the history of the Angrende clan, Trony Ironbrow, also showed up. He did not say a word, because there was no need to. This ancient dwarven rune craftsman had fought side by side with the dwarven gods, and he was as noble as a god in the eyes of all dwarves.
In the end, Delamar Hammerfist, the fourth ancestral spirit and the genius master engineer of the Angrund clan, took the gun from the white dwarf. The hot-tempered ancestral spirit roared, "We were once outnumbered. We tried our best but still failed. Today, we swear that it won't happen again. The Angrund clan will rise again in the mountains!"
The four ancestral spirits and the four saints joined the battlefield.
In the end, countless runes burst out from Belega's body. At this moment, the king of Eight Peak Mountain officially advanced into the saint realm.
"Raise your weapons, dwarves, and advance! It's time to cleanse the hatred! " Belega finally moved. He was full of new strength as he raised the holy hammer and shouted, "For … Eight Peak Mountain!"
"Ahhhh!" Strong gusts of wind wreaked havoc across the battlefield, and the earth seemed to tremble under their feet. Every note was like a thunderclap that pierced through the clouds, and the air was filled with a long and deep rumbling sound. The dwarven army followed Belega and began to charge. Under the leadership of the white dwarves and the four heroic spirits of their ancestors, the dwarves pressed forward courageously.
The Angrund Oath Guards and the Steel Brotherhood formed a battering ram behind Belega. Under the white dwarf's command, they launched a counterattack against the green dwarves. They jumped high and smashed the heads of the orcs. On this day, the dwarves' battle axes and hammers would taste the blood of the orcs.
Unforeseen events happened one after another, causing the Green Skins to throw away their armor and flee in panic. Their morale finally collapsed.
At this time, on the hillside in the north, the cannons roared. King Cazador of Iron Peak Castle had just swung his giant axe and chopped a green dwarf in half. His nephew, Cazador, came to the king's side and said, "Uncle, look at the Angrund clan! They're starting to fight back! "
"They're following the king to fight back!" Cazador's face was cold. He only glanced at his nephew and said, "Little Beard, hold your battle flag well. The dwarves of Iron Peak Castle are not inferior to Belega's people!"
"Yes!" The king's nephew proudly held the battle flag of Iron Peak Castle.
At this time, the army of Iron Peak Castle had also confronted the green dwarves personally led by Skarnik. King Cazador could clearly feel that the strength of Skarnik's army had been greatly weakened and their morale was very low due to Belega's counterattack and the heavy losses of the elite black orc army and the Berserker army under the attack of the Knight King.
Even so, King Cazador was very clear that he could never underestimate this general of Eight Peaks Castle. He ordered the army of Iron Peak Castle to fight steadily and not rashly.
"Hey! Green stuff, try this! " Sorek Ironbrow raised his Rune Warhammer and slammed it onto the Doomsday Anvil. "Dong!"
The green dwarves could feel the earth trembling.
"Master of Toughness Rune!"
"Iron Oath Rune!"
"Wrath of Destruction Rune!"
Sorek Ironbrow's power was so terrifying. When this dwarf rune master struck the Doomsday Anvil in the name of Grimnir, the power of the rune darkened the sky of Eight Peaks Castle, the earth cracked, and flames and sulfur poured out.
Skarnik saw the huge army of green dwarves turning into ashes. His kingdom was turning into a sea of fire. Countless green dwarves were sacrificed in vain. The general of Eight Peaks Castle finally decided to personally go into battle. He rushed into the ranks of the green dwarves and shouted the slogan of the Demonic Moon clan. He encouraged the green dwarves and goblins to muster up the courage to fight again because only by fighting to the end could they have a chance to win. Otherwise, they would only be slaughtered in vain.
Then, Eight Peak Mountain's Warlord suddenly took out a whistle and blew it. At the same time, the hundreds of Dark Night Goblins at its side all followed suit and blew their whistles.
Hundreds of whistles spread throughout the battlefield. To the surprise of the expedition army and the army of Iron Peak Castle, the green dwarves who were originally fleeing in all directions actually recovered their morale. They listened to the sharp whistles and began to gather around Skarnik!
Then, a new flag of the Demonic Moon clan rose behind Skarnik!
"For Brother What, Brother Hell, for Eight Pillars City!"
“waaaagh！”
The green dwarves' morale recovered!
Seeing the green dwarves retreating, Bellegar Ironhammer, who could not catch up, saw this scene and laughed loudly. The king of Eight Peaks Castle roared loudly, "Very good! This is the Skarnik I know, the general of Eight Peaks Castle! Without this level, how could he dominate the Demonic Lands for decades? How could he fight with me for decades? "
"But today, he will usher in a shameful defeat!" The White Dwarf came to Bellegar's side and loudly ordered, "Warriors, follow the king and charge!"
"For Bellegar, for Eight Peaks Castle!"
"Soldiers, the time to counterattack has come. Follow me and charge!" Laing also mounted the Griffin Impris. The Knight King shouted, "Kill it!"
"For the Lady and the King, for the Brittany!" The knight army also gathered under the king's command and charged towards the green dwarves.
A strong wind came from the north, and the flags fluttered.
The flames of war raged on all sides. Tens of thousands of soldiers fought on the battlefield with no regard for their lives.
Blood flowed like a river, and corpses formed mountains.
The human knight army charged the fastest. Juan Carlos Sungazer led a team of Scorching Sun Knights and charged all the way. Finally, they approached the green dwarves' formation. Facing them was a very strong green dwarf warlord, Sloke-Brokentooth. The green dwarf warlord was riding a war boar. He was burly and wore heavy armor. He held a huge axe in his hand and charged towards Juan aggressively.
Juan's stature was clearly much smaller than this tall and burly green-skinned warlord. With just one move, the Scorching Sun Longsword in Juan's hand was deflected by the giant axe. The green-skinned warlord, Sloak Brokentooth, was about to strike Juan down from his horse.
However, Juan was not in a hurry. The young Baron Biokari sneered and put down his sword. Then, he reached under the saddle and took out two dwarven rune four-shot firearms. He fired a round of shots at Sloke-Brokentooth's head.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of the firearms rang out. Juan directly emptied the magazine. The green dwarf warlord, whose head was smashed, fell down like a pig. Then, Juan's servants rushed up and chopped off his head. Juan immediately raised the green dwarf warlord's head and roared, "For Milmedia!"
"Milmedia, protect me!" The Scorching Sun Knights' morale soared. They shouted the name of the Goddess of War and charged towards Skarnik under Juan's lead.
At this time, the warlord of Eight Peaks Mountain was already fighting with King Cazador of Iron Peak Fort. Skarnik's Sword was fighting with King Cazador's Hammer of Iron Peak. This weapon was made of the purest meteoric iron and had been passed down by the king's ancestors since the era of Granny. The runes on the hammer shone in the cold wind because it was made for this kind of battle.
Although Skarnik's strength was at the beginning of the Sanctuary-realm and was stronger than King Cazador's peak legendary strength, this warlord of Eight Peaks Mountain was not very proficient in close combat. Facing the dwarf king who was extremely good at fighting, the two sides were evenly matched. Skarnik was even faintly losing to King Cazador. His beloved Gobla was dealing with the dwarf rune master Sorek Ironbrow, and was also forced into a dangerous situation by the lightning and flames summoned from the Doomsday Anvil.
"You will die here today, warlord of Eight Peaks Mountain. Your hatred will be settled. Your body will be thrown into the fire and turned into ashes." King Cazador's continuous heavy blows forced Skarnik to retreat. If Skarnik's Sword was not covered with poison, the king would have already hammered this warlord of Eight Peaks Mountain into a meat patty.
"Is that so?" Skarnik laughed sinisterly. "Do you think my persistence is meaningless?"
"Your persistence? Very good, I like it very much! Because we don't accept any surrender! " King Cazador's hatred for the green skin was deep in his bones. The king's Black Hammer Guards of Ironpeak Castle were harvesting the green skin army. Without the Black Orc army and the Eight Peaks Mountain Fanatic army to fight against this brave king's guard, the remaining troops of Skarnik could no longer resist the attack of the Iron Hammer Warriors and Iron Shattering Warriors.
At this time, it was already impossible to call back these two elite troops, because Laing was personally leading the knights who had suffered heavy casualties to sweep the remaining Black Orcs and Night Goblins. These two elite troops were almost completely wiped out. Just as the two were talking, Laing and Kalad killed another three Black Orcs and cut off their heads. Facing these two terrifying warlords, even the brave and fearless Black Orcs were utterly defeated and turned to flee in all directions.
"Hey!" As a Goblin, Skarnik was indeed not a match for King Cazador in terms of wrist strength. After more than ten rounds, the Eight Peaks Mountain Warlord hurriedly retreated and gave up on the duel. A smile suddenly appeared on the face of the green-skinned warlord. "Perseverance is meaningful, stupid beard!"
"Toot, toot, toot." Just in the south of this tragic battlefield, horns and chaotic war drums suddenly sounded.
A huge wyvern appeared in the sky. The green skin warlord, Gelk Tribulation Tooth, was riding on this wyvern. This barbaric and smelly lizard was releasing a terrifying roar. Following Gelk Tribulation Tooth were 8,000 troops of Dragoncliff Castle!
The reinforcements of Karak Dragoncliff Castle had arrived! The green skin warlord, Gelk Tribulation Tooth, responded to Skarnik's call for help. He personally led the army and appeared in the south, on the side of the expedition army!
“waaaagh！”
“waaaaagh！”
The appearance of the reinforcements caused the green skin army to erupt into a huge roar. At this time, both sides were still in a chaotic battle. If the reinforcements of Dragoncliff Castle could directly attack the expedition army's flank from the side, there was still a chance of winning this battle!
Skarnik waved the Sword of Skarnik excitedly and shouted, "Awesome! Awesome! Awesome! The reinforcements of the Evil Moon Clan! Awesome! The warlord from Dragoncliff Castle! He's awesome! We won! "
"WAAAAGH!" The battlefield was filled with the cheerful roars and cheers of the green skin army.
King Cazador's face was solemn. He glanced at Skarnik, looked up at the sky, and snorted coldly. "Do you think you're the only one with reinforcements? Idiot! "
"What?" Skarnik looked up at the sky, and then the pupils of the Eight Peaks Mountain general shrank.
A pure horn sounded, and high in the sky, a team of Pegasus Knights appeared. Duke Winford, the pinnacle Sanctuary powerhouse, François, personally led a team of Pegasus Knights to the battlefield. François drew his unicorn sword and directly fought with the warlord of Dragoncliff Castle, Gelk Tribulation Tooth. "For the Lady!"
Father-in-law is here! Laing shouted excitedly, "Soldiers! Duke Winford's Pegasus Knights are here! "
On the other side of the battlefield, the green skin army of Dragoncliff Castle was still advancing, and on their way, two people appeared and stopped the entire army.
One was a bare-chested dwarf with countless runes engraved on his body. His fiery red hair was shaved into a standard Mohawk, and his fiery red beard was also trimmed, which was rarely seen. He held a rune battle-axe in his hand, and his body released an ancient might. Clearly, this was a powerful dwarf butcher.
The other human had long blonde hair, a handsome face, and an elegant demeanor. He wore a set of enchanted full-body plate armor and a bright red cloak behind him. He held a rune longsword in his hand.
"Who … who are you? Tell me your name! "The green skin of Dragoncliff Castle shouted at the two people.
"Since you've asked so sincerely, then …"
"Then I'll be merciful and tell you."
"To prevent the world from being destroyed."
"To protect the world's peace."
"The most failed butcher who made a vow!"
"The curious and brave bard!"
"Gao Cuike!"
"Felix!"
"We are the duo who roam the world! Brilliant, brilliant adventure stories are waiting for us! "
"That's it, let's fight!"
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