Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Boom!"

Another barrel filled with strong liquor and gunpowder exploded in the air, and hundreds of orcs around were engulfed by the raging flames.

The raging flames burned in front of the city wall, like a scorching wall, which made the orcs stop in their tracks.

"Don't be afraid!"

"Father God Gruumsh is watching us! The brave will be reborn in the flames!"

The orc officer rushed out of the crowd, raised his spear high, and roared fanatically.

"Charge!"

"For Father God Gruumsh!"

Suddenly, under his leadership, hundreds of orc warriors behind him became crazy, braved the raging flames, and rushed to the city wall one after another.

However, the ground in front of the city wall suddenly collapsed, and the orcs fell into the deep pit one after another, and were pierced by the sharp steel spikes in the pit.

"Damn it, it's a trap!"

"No, save me, I haven't fought the dwarves yet, I can't die here!"

The chaotic battlefield was filled with explosions and war cries, and the wailing in the deep pit was hard to hear.

The orcs behind were unaware of this, and kept urging and crowding forward.

-Until they saw the deep pit full of spikes and corpses in front of them, they could no longer stop, fell into it one after another, and filled the deep pit with their flesh and blood.

Finally, the orc officers standing on the high ground discovered something strange, and the hill giants and half-beast giants carried the crossbars to build a bridge.

The orc shamans waved bone staffs and chanted ancient spells, causing the rocks to grow rapidly again, and the ground gradually closed.

The dwarf crossbowmen on the city wall were still shooting arrows, burning with flames and coated with poison, pouring down like a rainstorm.

This short flat ground of just a few hundred meters, like a grinding wheel of flesh and blood, constantly crushed the orcs who entered it into bloody pieces.

The exquisite skills of the dwarves for thousands of years were transformed into clever traps and sharp weapons at this moment, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the enemies.

However, when the orcs rushed to the barrier less than a hundred meters away, the hidden device on the ground was triggered again.

The dwarf statues on the wall actually opened their mouths at the same time, revealing the metal tubes in their mouths, and countless silver needles coated with poison spurted out from them.

"Buzz--"

A shriek that tore through the air sounded, and the whole row of orcs fell down together, and their bodies exuded a faint poisonous mist.

The orc shamans raised their hands high, with an extremely pious look, and chanted something in their mouths.

"Praise the great Father God, the one-eyed Gruumsh!

You are the embodiment of strength, you are the wind, you are the rain, your one eye makes the world tremble, and brings the will of revenge!"

Their hoarse voices echoed on the battlefield for a long time, and the miracle seemed to have really happened.

"Shua——"

The bloody wind whistled in, blowing away the poisonous fog that filled the battlefield, and also boosted the morale of the orcs, cheering continuously, and the sound shook the sky.

Bearing the rain of arrows, exploding barrels, and falling iron balls, after paying a heavy price, the orc army finally arrived under the city wall with difficulty.

"Evendeldan, right in front!"

"Climb the city wall, crush the dwarves, and occupy Evendeldan!"

"Quick! Charge! The great Gruumsh is watching us! The warriors who climb the city wall will be blessed by God!"

The tall and strong hill giants, half-beast giants and ogres took down the ladders on their shoulders and placed them on the towering city wall.

The orcs were like ants gathered together, scrambling to climb up the city walls, trying to become the first hero to reach the top of the city walls, so as to gain the recognition and favor of the Father God.

However, on the city walls, the dwarves pushed down the ladders and shot the orcs, and the fallen ladders crushed many orcs to death, causing hundreds of casualties in an instant.

"Kill them!"

"Defend Avendeldan to the death! Never let these bastards come up!"

"Moradin, for the glory of the dwarves!"

However, at this moment, the orcs have completely broken through the traps and arrows with their numerical advantage.

They crowded under the city walls, like mottled and surging waves, washing the seemingly indestructible towering walls again and again.

Bjorn stood on the top of the city walls, frowning. He was more than 400 years old and looked shorter and more hunched than ordinary dwarves, but his eyes were shining with determination.

"Moradin, the orcs will eventually pay the price for their greed and stupidity.

Three hundred and eighty-seven years ago, I witnessed them being driven to the north by the brave and fearless dwarf warriors, and today, history is about to repeat itself."

The old minister walked slowly into the tower, tried his best to hold the iron lever, and pulled it slowly.

"Click."

A crisp mechanical sound rang out, and then, the big furnace in the center of the city of Avendeldan burst into flames and gushed out hot steam.

The molten iron that was supposed to flow to the houses of the dwarves changed direction under the control of the valve, and tens of thousands of pounds of boiling molten iron all flowed towards the direction of the city wall.

The orcs raised their heads, felt the heat wave coming towards them, and listened to the roaring sound, and were immediately shocked.

"Not good!"

"Be careful! What are these dwarves going to do?"

The metal cover on the city wall opened with a "clang".

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a roaring sound, red-hot molten iron gushed out and poured down like a waterfall.

In an instant, sparks burst out, and the high-temperature molten iron poured onto the heads of thousands of orcs and half-beast giants, swallowing them completely.

"No--"

"It's so hot!"

"This is molten iron, get away! These damn, despicable dwarves!"

The orcs howled in pain, trying to struggle and escape from the red-hot iron water, but it was all in vain.

Countless water vapor first gushes out around their bodies. When all the water vaporizes, their flesh and blood bodies can only come into close contact with molten iron at a temperature of a thousand degrees.

Rolling steam enveloped the battlefield, and only the crackling of liquid transpiration and the crisp sound of burning flames could be heard, while the screams of the orcs were few and far between.

In this terrifying steel hell, any body will be burned by the violent molten iron.

The first group of orcs to come into contact with Avendeldan were all cast in hot iron, and the iron refined by the dwarves was turned into residue.

When the molten iron solidified, not even a single orc could still stand under the city wall, only irregular iron blocks that were still warm.

"Orc bastard, taste how it feels to be burned!"

"Hahaha, this is the punishment Moradin gives you!"

The dwarf warriors on the city wall laughed unabashedly, feeling very happy and relieved at the tragic situation of the orc army.

"How many sophisticated weapons can be forged from this? It's such a waste of such good iron."

"Yeah, it's really a waste to use it to water these bastards who believe in Gruumsh."

"Your Majesty Moradin, please forgive our actions."

The former dwarf craftsmen looked at the molten iron gradually solidifying under the city wall and sighed with regret.

Although the orcs were somewhat shocked by the scene of steam and molten iron, they still did not give up the attack and still believed that the orcs would capture Avendeldan.

As a result, more orcs gathered around, crowded around the iron-covered city wall, and started a new round of offensive.

"For Father God Gruumsh!"

"Crush the dwarves! Capture the fortress!"

A ladder is set up on the towering city wall, with hundreds of orcs clinging to it, like fangs embedded in the fortress, which is shocking.

On this narrow battlefield, the God of Death kept swinging his scythe, but the orcs became more and more bloody under the shouts of the shamans.

Inside the city gate of Avendeldan, the air was solemn and solemn.

Hundreds of dwarf cavalry were wearing heavy armor, holding heavy war hammers and iron rods, riding on the backs of strong big-horned goats, waiting for the king's orders.

The armor on these dwarf cavalry was shining brightly, and even the goats beneath them were covered in a layer of well-made leather armor.

The heavy armored cavalry, the most powerful dwarf cavalry in the Alpine Kingdom, has been unbeatable for hundreds of years. A bard once praised them like this: "These dwarves charge down the hillside like cracked rocks."

At this moment, five hundred heavy armored cavalry were standing ready to launch a counterattack against the orcs.

Under the tidal offensive of the orc army, Avendeldan's defense facilities have become increasingly scarce. If the opponent climbs the city wall, the fortress will surely fall.

"It's time"

"Blindly retreating will only make the orcs more aggressive and demoralize our dwarf warriors.

We need to fight back! We must take the initiative to go out of the city and use blood and death to let the dirty orcs understand that the dwarves will never surrender! Evandeldan will never fall! "

Suddenly, the dwarf heavy cavalry formed a majestic and powerful voice.

Ed finally made up his mind. He rode on the back of the huge bighorn goat and grasped the heavy hammer in his hand.

"Open the city gate!"

Ed ordered in a deep voice, and then slowly pulled down the metal mask covering his face on the helmet.

"boom--"

With a dull roar, the dwarf guards struggled to turn the winch, and the heavy city gate slowly opened.

The orcs, who had been fighting hard outside the city for a long time, were overjoyed when they saw the door open for no reason, and their voices were excited.

"Are these cowardly and incompetent dwarves going to surrender? Avendeldan is ours!"

"Hahaha! They can't resist the orcs' attack!"

"Wait. What is that?"

But soon, the orcs were horrified to realize that although the city gate was wide open, what was waiting for them was not the disengaged surrender army—but the dwarf heavy cavalry that had been waiting for them for a long time.

At the front of the military formation, the dwarf king wearing a metal mask was heavy and powerful, like a war drum beating.

"The whole army obeys the order!"

"charge!"

The earth trembled and dust and smoke filled the air.

With the ground shaking, a torrent of steel spurted out from the city gate, and the iron hooves of the armored goat directly ran over the fragile body of the orc.

The dwarf cavalry rode on the backs of goats, smashing the heads of the orcs with heavy war hammers and iron rods, harvesting lives easily and freely.

"In the name of the mountain kingdom, Avendeldan will never fall!"

At the forefront of the heavy cavalry, Ed raised his war hammer with one arm, and the goat under him suddenly jumped several meters high.

"Bang!"

The hill giant's head exploded on the spot, blood, flesh, and bone fragments flying everywhere, leaving only a headless corpse that collapsed.

Taking advantage of the momentum of his fall, Ed smashed the hammer head against the ground, and the war hammer that had received the gift of Moradin glowed with fire.

"boom!"

The warhammer smashed a huge crater into the ground, and with a crunching sound, spiderweb-like cracks and scorched marks continued to extend.

Immediately afterwards, flames burst out from the holes and gaps, burning fiercely, burning several orcs stepping on them to ashes.

Pungent, turbulent smoke emerged, and an earthy metallic smell permeated the battlefield. Ed swung his war hammer again and smashed it into the place where hundreds of orcs gathered in front.

"In the name of Moradin! Dwarves will never be slaves!"

Before the dwarf king finished speaking, a hammer-shaped rock weighing hundreds of tons condensed in mid-air, and as he swung down the war hammer, the huge rock also suddenly crashed down.

"boom!"

The ground caved in, and rubble exploded.

The strong wind carried the sand and gravel, and the shock wave caused by the collision spread, causing the ground within a hundred meters radius to tremble.

The team of more than two hundred orcs had been buried deep under the rock formations, turned into a blur of meat, and even merged into each other.

With just one blow, hundreds of orcs were sent to Gruumsh's mudshak kingdom. However, this was not over. The dwarf king even broke away from the heavy cavalry and broke into the orc army alone.

Wherever he went, there was flying dust and rubble everywhere, and anyone who dared to approach would be smashed into pieces by the blood-stained war hammer.

In just a few charges, nearly 10,000 orcs surrounding the city wall were slaughtered. For a while, no orcs even dared to approach.

This is the dwarf king who is revered by the bards as the "Lord of the Mountains" and the "Master of the Furnace".

——Ed Klein.

A powerful legendary warrior, holding the "Rock Hammer" said to be forged by Moradin himself, and wearing armor passed down from generation to generation by the shield dwarf royal family.

A hundred years ago, it was this dwarf king who saved the mountain kingdom.

In that battle, Ed almost single-handedly blocked the descendants of Holy Fadelan, making the old emperor completely give up the idea of ​​enslaving the dwarves.

Now, history seems to be repeating itself.

"Moradin!

Father God, please protect us from this disaster. "

Ed clenched the war hammer in his hand and stared at the restless orcs. For some reason, he had some bad premonition in his heart.

This time, the orcs came with all their strength and were determined to occupy Avendeldan.

Gruumsh's violent blood has been awakened and is flowing and rushing in the veins of the orcs, making them always full of ambition.

This is especially true for Monk's severed body as the "Eye of Gruumsh". This pioneer general stood on the hillside, holding the double-headed ax in his hand high, and his only remaining single eye was full of bloodshot eyes.

"The traps and cavalry of the dwarves cannot stop the pace of the orc warriors, let alone make us afraid!"

When the orcs have not taken what belongs to them, they are cowardly and shameful and have no place to stand! Father God’s mudshak kingdom will never welcome such trash!

Remember, never stop before capturing Avendeldan! "

A red light flashed in Munch's one eye, and the veins on the surface of his strong body protruded, like the twisted roots of a tree.

"Ouch——"

A long roar sounded, and a black warg as big as a hill was seen crossing the mountains and kneeling in front of the orc vanguard.

——This is the strongest warg in the Red Blood Tribe, and is called the "Black Hills" by the orcs who admire strength.

It is said that this proud giant beast killed seven orc trainers and refused to let anyone ride on his back, except Monk, who subdued it with his bare hands.

Munch held the double-headed ax in his hand, jumped up, rode on the warg's towering back, and roared at the top of his lungs.

"charge!"

"For Gruumsh!"

Suddenly, the warg cavalry in the orc army seemed to be inspired, and the wargs under them also raised their heads and howled in a shrill voice.

The warg cavalry held spears and battle axes in their hands, riding hungry wargs with gleaming eyes, galloping on the battlefield, forming a mighty offensive.

And Ed raised the hammer high again, gathered the dwarf heavy cavalry, and shouted angrily again.

"In the name of Moradin—dwarves will never be slaves!"

"Dwarves will never be slaves!"

The earth trembled slightly, armored goats galloped on the ground, and the dwarf heavy cavalry pushed forward like a wall made of steel, facing the orcs' wolf cavalry. (End of chapter)