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Amidst the fire and smoke, under the roar of the cannons and the rain of bullets, the Dwarf statues blocking the Titan's Gate had been moved away by the expeditionary army.
The first to rush into the Titan's Gate was the Brittany's Knight Army. Their shining lance formation, colorful but scarred robes, the knights held up their family's heraldic flags and charged into the Eight Peaks Mountain. The steel torrent formed by lances and iron hooves crushed all resistance. The Green Dwarfs of the Demonic Moon Clan were utterly defeated by the knights' attack.
Yes, after several battles, the Green Dwarfs of the Demonic Moon Clan were terrified of the expeditionary army. When they saw the Angran clan's blue flag with a red hammer, Laing's Sword from the Book and the Holy Grail Iris Flower family coat of arms, Brittany's Golden Lion flag and the Holy Grail battle flag, the Green Dwarfs and Goblins of the Demonic Moon Clan could no longer summon up any courage to fight.
They could only flee in defeat in front of the Brittany knights, the Dwarf army, and the Wood Elf army that rushed into the hinterland of the Eight Peaks Mountain. None of the Green Dwarfs had the ability to gather any resistance. Even if there was, they were immediately destroyed by the elite commandos led by Laing, Kalad, and François.
Whenever Laing or Kalad appeared anywhere on the battlefield, the Green Dwarfs would shout in extreme fear, "The warboss of the canned food giants is here! We'll run, we'll run, we'll run to the east, west, and north! "
The Green Dwarfs fled in all directions. What awaited them was a bloody massacre. The knights didn't let any Green Dwarfs go. They firmly and coldly slaughtered all the enemies in sight.
"Get into formation and advance as a whole!" Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The White Dwarf, Rimbrindale, commanded the Angran Clan and the Iron Peak Fort. The four ancestral spirits summoned by Belegar, King Cazador of Iron Peak Fort, and even Thorek Ironbrow, the Rune Master of the Dwarven Rune Master, respectfully obeyed the orders of the White Dwarf. They even bowed to the White Dwarf politely. A large number of troops crossed the battlefield and entered the Eight Peaks Mountain. The Dwarven Cannons and Dwarven Accordion Cannons fired at the same time. The Magic Crystal Cannons destroyed the simple wooden fortress of the Green Dwarves with one shot. The Goblin Archers and the entire fortress were turned into ruins. "Eight Peaks Mountain is ours!"
"Laing boy, Skarnik is at his wit's end!" The White Dwarf easily cut a Knight King in half with Grimbrindale's battle axe and walked to Laing's side. At this time, Mjolnir was covered with blood. Laing nodded slowly after listening. The Knight King looked at the Eight Peaks Mountain that was engulfed in flames and sneered. "How will the French fight such a battle?"
No one responded to the King's question. As the morale of the Green Dwarfs had collapsed, the army had launched an all-out attack. Some sporadic resistance could not prevent the complete defeat of the Demonic Moon Clan. The Old Guard pushed forward under the leadership of Bertrand. The Old Guard of the Gun Battalion and the Dwarf Thunder Gunners stood side by side and fired at the same time. Patches of Green Dwarfs fell under the barrage of bullets.
Perhaps because they wanted to wash away their previous humiliation, or perhaps because they knew that the Green Dwarfs and Ratmen had lost, the Wood Elves fought especially hard today. Aralos personally led the Eternal Guards and Sword Dancers to charge at the front. The Woodland Guards, Wild Forest Scouts, and Forest Patrollers released wave after wave of arrows, harvesting the enemy.
The song of 'La Marseillaise' was loud and clear. The Old Guard knew that today was the day to harvest the fruits of victory.
Within three hours, at least half of the plateau within Eight Peaks Mountain's Titan's Gate had been cleared by the expeditionary army. The Central Fortress of Eight Peaks Mountain, which was originally filled with Green Dwarfs, and the mining town of Sloppy Town, which was located under New Moon Peak and Silver Horn Peak, were also recovered under the fierce attack of the expeditionary army.
The recovery of Eight Peaks Mountain was close at hand.
At this time, the Skaven Moss clan in the bottomless Abyss under the ancestral hall of Eight Peaks Mountain was still engaged in an extremely fierce civil war. The Rats were still fighting for the position of warlord.
Skarnik was sitting in the ancestral hall at this time. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, jumping up and down.
'Quake! Where the hell did Quake go?! '
All of his elite troops had been wiped out in the previous battle at Titan's Gate. The only remaining Eight Peaks Mountain Berserker Squad was now less than a hundred people. Those Green Dwarfs and Goblins had long been scared out of their wits by the bearded guy and the canned food! If the Ratmen could not join forces with the Demonic Moon clan at this time, Skarnik's fate was already sealed!
However, his messenger did not reply for a long time. Headhunter Quake seemed to have evaporated on the spot. Not only did the Skaven Ratmen no longer join forces with the Demonic Moon clan, but they also attacked the Demonic Moon clan. Although the offensive was not very fierce, it still made Skarnik flustered. The morale of his army was already low, and they could not get up. Now that they were facing a two-front battle, it made things worse!
To make matters worse, the underground road was no longer accessible. The suspicious Eight Peaks Mountain general thought that since the Skaven Ratmen had betrayed the alliance, he would never try to evacuate from the underground network occupied by the Skaven Ratmen.
As the shouts, cannons, and gunshots got closer and closer, mixed with all kinds of battle cries, Skarnik felt that something was wrong. He immediately motioned for his beloved Goblins to follow him closely.
"What about the road we prepared before?!" The Eight Peaks Mountain general held the Sword of Skarnik and roared at the Eight Peaks Mountain Berserkers.
"We, we're all ready, boss!" The Night Goblins immediately expressed their understanding.
"Good! We'll retreat! Leave this place. " Skarnik gripped his long sword tightly. Before he left the ancestral hall, he glanced at the Eight Peaks Mountain plateau. "Remember, remember! Belega, Beard's enemy! Brother What, Brother Hell curses you! I, Skarnik, will be back again! "
"Retreat! Retreat!!! " Following Skarnik's order, he took more than 50 Night Goblins and fled into a very ancient underground network. This underground network had been a secret passage that he had used to invade the ancestral hall of Eight Peaks Mountain many times. It was also his most carefully guarded secret. He would retreat from here and wait for the moment to make a comeback. Skarnik firmly believed that his departure at this time was not a failure. He would return to the Evil Land, to the Roof of the World, and once again gather a huge army of WAAAAGH! He would return to Eight Peaks Mountain and kill Beard's enemy and all the canned shrimps!
Twenty minutes later, 100 meters below the ancestral hall, the underground network of the Dwarves.
The King of Eight Peaks Mountain, Belega Ironhammer, personally led the Sworn Guards of Angran to block the underground network. A team of Dwarf Rangers and a team of Dwarf Thunder Gunners had completed the ambush. At the same time, the Dwarf Patriarch, Brock Northstar, led a team of Dwarf Warriors called the Northstar Hatchet Gang. The Dwarf army was ready to fight.
In the center of the battle formation stood Belegar. The dwarven king stood quietly in the middle of the network. From time to time, the shaking of the roof and the intermittent sounds of battle indicated that the expedition army was attacking the dwarven ancestral hall of the Eight Peaks Mountain.
The hands of all the Dwarves were trembling. Their breathing was a little messy and a little hot, but no one spoke. Every Dwarf clenched their weapons and waited for the enemy.
Over the past hundreds of years, in order to recover Eight Peaks Mountain, the dwarves of Angrande Clan had almost shed all their blood. Deep down, many dwarves knew that it was an almost impossible task to retake Eight Peaks Mountain of Carac. Only idiots would risk their lives to take it back.
But this wasn't a question worth thinking about or doubting. Since this was an oath, then they should fulfill it. Since this was hatred, then they should settle it. Since this was where the glory of the dwarves once lay, then they should take it back!
Now, their dream had become reality. The flower of hope had bloomed in the great history of the Angran clan. They were only one step away from retaking Eight Peaks Mountain, the last step!
After thousands of years of hard work and pain, the Dwarves were still hot-blooded. Today was the day of their great revival! Today!
Belega remained silent. The King of Eight Peaks Mountain was still recalling the scene of the duel with Headhunter Quake two or three days ago. For the first time, the King tasted the sweet taste of settling his hatred. Headhunter Quake was heavily imprisoned, waiting to be publicly judged and executed after Eight Peaks Mountain was conquered. The ceremony would be presided over by His Highness the White Dwarf.
Good, he had dealt with one. Now, it was the turn of the next one.
The King crossed his hands and did not say anything. He neither gave an inspiring speech nor warm words of encouragement. Belega stared intently at the entrance of the underground network until someone broke the silence. It was Patriarch Brock Northstar, who was holding a weapon. He approached from the side and asked, "Your Majesty, are you sure that green bastard will take this path?"
"I'm sure." Belega looked up at the dim light and the many leaks in the underground network. The King of Eight Peaks Mountain murmured, "I know Skarnik. He took this path to enter Eight Peaks Mountain. This secret path is rarely used by Skarnik, but for this suspicious guy, he will definitely take this path because this is the favorite path of his pet, Gobla. Skarnik will only ever trust his pet."
"Okay." Patriarch Brock thought for a while and handed a slender curved sword that was emitting an emerald light to Belega. "Your Majesty, look at what we just found. It's a weapon with a pointed ear! "
"Oh, I know this weapon. It's one of the 100 weapons blessed by the Ancient Ent Adanhu. Why is it here?" Belega took the green leaf curved sword. It was filled with the pure blessing of the Ancient Ent. "Where did you get it?"
"In a pile of mud in a collapsed tunnel," Patriarch Brock said unhappily. "What should we do? Your Majesty, should we give it to the pointy ears? "
"Hmph! How can we let those deserters get away so easily! " Belega was still angry when he thought of this. The King of Eight Peaks Mountain put the green leaf curved sword under his cloak and said, "Put it away first. We'll talk about it later."
"If I'm not wrong, Skarnik is coming!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
As expected, in less than a minute, the entire underground network was filled with a sharp laughter. It was Skarnik's laughter. The Eight Peaks Mountain general laughed sinisterly.
"Boss, why are you laughing?" Dozens of Dark Night Goblins surrounded Skarnik to protect him. In addition, there were dozens of green-skinned boys and hundreds of goblins behind them.
"I'm laughing at the lack of wisdom of the Bearded Man!" Skarnik waved his Sword of Skarnik and said with a sinister smile, "That bearded bastard Belle's reaction isn't fast enough. He's stupid and stubborn. He's like a stinky rock in a cesspool. Look, if the bearded bastard sent an army to ambush us here and threw a wave of grenades, we would all die here today!"
Before the general of Eight Peaks Mountain could finish his words, a cannon was fired, and a large army of dwarves appeared in the underground tunnel. Their leader, Bellegar, personally led the Oath of Angerard and charged toward Skarnik. "Skarnik, today is the day we settle our scores!"
The Dwarf Rangers raised their crossbows at Skarnik, the Thunder Gunners raised their guns at the Eight Peak Mountain General, and the North Star Axe Gang all took out their grenades. In an instant, Skarnik's side suffered heavy casualties. The Green Dwarfs of the Demonic Moon Clan had already lost their will to fight after experiencing so many defeats. In the face of such a powerful ambush, the defeated army instantly collapsed. Under the protection of the Love Pet Goblas and the Eight Peak Mountain Berserker Squad, the Eight Peak Mountain Berserker Squad fought desperately to open a path of blood.
Fortunately, the green-skinned boys ran fast. The Dwarves' ambush was very successful, but they still could not catch up to Skarnik. There was no way for him to escape from the underground network. Skarnik had no choice but to return to the surface. When he returned, there were only 30 or so Night Goblins left around him, and all of them were injured.
Even the cunning Skarnik lost his rhythm in the face of such a dangerous situation. The Eight Peaks Mountain general rushed out of the ancestral hall. Since he could not escape underground, he could only escape on the surface!
At this time, the ancestral hall was already surrounded by a large group of enemies. The whole plateau of Eight Peaks Mountain was filled with the figures of the expeditionary army and the green-skinned army fighting. There were also many nobles among them. "Capture Skarnik alive, and the serfs will be knighted! The nobles will be rewarded with 10,000 crowns! His Majesty Laing will personally commend him! "
"Capture Skarnik! If he's alive, I want to see him! If he's dead, I want to see his corpse! "
The Eight Peaks Mountain general was frightened by these shouts. Amidst the chaos, Skarnik saw Laing and Kalad slaughtering the green-skinned boys. He hurriedly changed his direction and ran towards Silverhorn Peak.
Skarnik could faintly hear someone shouting, "The one wearing the green spiked cloak is Skarnik!"
Skarnik was so frightened that he hurriedly took off his cloak and threw it on the ground.
Soon, another person shouted, "The goblin with the giant Skarnik is Skarnik!"
Skarnik hurriedly pulled a rag from the ground and wrapped it around the goblin.
However, the escape of the Eight Peaks Mountain general was still discovered. The eagle eyes of the Wood Elven Hero Aralos had noticed Skarnik's figure. He roared and led the Taras Falcons to charge over. The remaining 20 or so Eight Peaks Mountain fanatics made their final contribution to Skarnik. These loyal Night Goblins spun on the spot and swung their large hammer balls back and forth in a suicidal attack to buy time for Skarnik to escape.
"Damn it!" Aralos did not dare to charge into the hammer formation of the Night Goblins. That was a terrifying tactic that could shatter the Dwarf's meteoric iron plate armor. The Wood Elf hero saw this and drew his bow.
"For Lilith!"
An arrow with the power of sparks chased after Skarnik. The Eight Peaks Mountain general quickly turned around and used his sword to block. The sword's edge offset most of the power of Kunos' arrow, but it still shot out one of Skarnik's front teeth.
Skarnik was also extremely decisive. He bore the pain and escaped. He actually started to climb the mountain path of Silverhorn Peak with the Goblins. As the mountain path was rugged and narrow, the knights could not pass through. The Wood Elves were blocked by the Night Goblins, and the Dwarves were not fast. The Eight Peaks Mountain general actually relied on his vigorous steps and extremely fast climbing speed to shake off his pursuers!
"Ha! Hahahaha! " Skarnik laughed crazily. The Eight Peaks Mountain general spent an hour strenuously following the rugged mountain path and a few iron chains with all his might. He charged up the mountain with his beloved Gobla until they reached the halfway point of the Silver Horn Peak.
Halfway up Silverhorn Peak, there was a huge mountain ice lake. Here, Skarnik had already arranged another secret escape route. Since he was injured, he immediately ordered his subordinates to prepare.
This was an escape route with a slim chance of survival. The Eight Peaks Mountain general would use the chains and a few iron plates to slide down from a height of two thousand meters. Skarnik knew that this was too crazy. It might be difficult for him to survive, but as long as there was a chance, he would definitely come back with a huge WAAAGH and take back Eight Peaks Mountain!
This was his territory, this was his everything, this was his …
The wind and snow were ethereal, and the mountain peaks whistled. The ice lake of Silverhorn Peak was covered with a thick layer of ice. Snowflakes flew from the mountain range, telling the history of Eight Peaks Mountain for thousands of years. White snow covered every inch of the mountainside of the Silver Peak, turning it into a fairytale world wrapped in silver and white.
When Skarnik used all his strength to climb up the ice lake, the Eight Peaks Mountain general was stunned.
Huh?
There was a person standing on the ice lake, a dwarf.
Skarnik laughed. The Eight Peaks Mountain general laughed like a child. "You knew I was going to escape from here. You were waiting for me, you bearded guy!"
The king of Eight Peaks Mountain, Bellegar Ironhammer, stood proudly in the wind and snow and on the ice lake. He was the only one halfway up the mountain. The king of the Angrend clan was like a reef in the turbulent waves. He looked at Skarnik, and his voice was filled with endless hatred and anger from Grimnir. "Yes, I was waiting for you. It's time to settle our grudges."
"At the end of the battle, the winner will stand tall, and the loser will fall!"
Skarnik was silent for a few seconds. This cunning Eight Peaks Mountain general knew very well that he could not escape.
The panic and fear disappeared, and Skarnik's face finally showed a fanaticism for battle and bone-deep hatred.
"Very good! Come! "
"Bellegar, let it all end here!"
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