Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The spirit of Dragon Vein was enthusiastic, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and let out a high-pitched roar.

"For Emperor Burning Ember!"

"Crush them—"

The earth trembled, smoke and dust flew into the air. The steel giant roared angrily, spewed out billowing steam, and then accelerated towards the dwarf heavy infantry and crashed into it.

The steam tank, which was more than three meters high, was getting bigger and bigger in the dwarves' field of vision. It was like a hill rolling towards them, carrying a terrifying power.

"This is--"

"Moradin is on top"

Seeing such a scene, even the determined dwarf heavy infantry couldn't help but open their mouths wide and their voices trembled slightly.

Facing such a steel behemoth, even wearing heavy armor cannot bring much sense of security to the dwarves. After all, they are still flesh and blood.

"Don't flinch, don't be afraid! Never take a step back! Dedicated to the hard work to the death!"

"For Ivan Deldan!"

The leading dwarf general stood at the front of the military formation, clenched the huge hammer in his hand, and let out a loud roar.

Although the enemy came fiercely, not a single dwarf heavy infantry flinched. They lined up in a tight formation as usual, blocking the exit of the valley, with streaks of perseverance shining through their thick face armor.

This is the dwarf heavy infantry of the Alpine Kingdom. They are brave and fearless, as stubborn as a rock, and are known as the "Wall of Blackstone Mountain".

In the previous war, the dwarf heavy infantry, with only a hundred men, blocked the fierce charge of the orcs for more than ten rounds, causing nearly 10,000 losses to the orcs, which was a great achievement.

But this time, what they were about to face was the torrent of steel from the Ember Empire.

The shaking on the ground became more intense, and the giant steel beasts broke through the smoke and dust, getting closer and closer to the dwarves' defense line.

Five hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters, fifty meters

The dwarf general raised the giant shield in his left hand and pushed it forward. Then he suddenly swung the warhammer in his right hand and roared: "For Avendeldan! Stop them!"

For a moment, the dwarf heavy infantry at the exit of the valley all raised their giant shields, forming an airtight steel wall, and shouted in unison: "For Avendeldan!"

This war cry echoed in the valley, majestic and full of power.

But the next moment, the war cry of the dwarf heavy infantry was drowned out by the huge roar of the engine, and they even felt deafened.

"Boom boom boom——"

The giant steel beast roared and ran towards the dwarf heavy infantry. For a moment, the mountains were furious and smoke and dust flew everywhere!

"Come on, let me see where you have the confidence to stand in front of me!" Bill shouted enthusiastically.

Under the control of the Dragon Vein Goblin, the hill-like steam tank charged towards the dwarf heavy infantry formation without hesitation, slamming into the formation.

The sharp impact angle at the front of the tank carried terrifying kinetic energy, instantly shattering the dwarves' heavy shields and tearing a huge gap in the defense line.

"boom!"

With a dull crashing sound, the dwarves in the front row flew backwards, with fragments of shields, armors and severed limbs flying into the air.

"No!" The dwarf general swung his heavy hammer, trying to break through the tank's thick armor, but was knocked away by the huge force and hit the rock wall behind, sinking into it.

The orcs had to pay thousands of casualties to break through the giant shield soldiers. The imperial army smashed them in just a moment. The tank was like a hammer breaking glass, penetrating the first layer of defense.

Immediately afterwards, the dwarves in the second and third rows were unable to resist the violent steel beast, and its powerful force entered the tracks.

The steam tank weighing more than a hundred tons kept moving forward. The sophisticated giant shield and heavy armor creaked under the crushing of the tracks. Finally, like paper, they were squeezed into a discus mixed with flesh and blood.

The dragon-veined goblin yelled crazily: "Hahahaha, is this all you can do!"

Outside the cockpit, he is a short, frail goblin. It is no exaggeration to say that these dwarves can easily smash him into a meat pie.

But in the cockpit of this tank, he is a tyrant who controls the life and death of others, a beast that can cause natural disasters, and a killing machine that can completely destroy the enemy.

Bill was obsessed and intoxicated with this feeling. He believed that the blood of the enemy would make the machine soul of this giant steel beast happy - he was also a believer in the Mechanicus.

He must kill more enemies so that this tank can release more powerful power, he thought.

So Bill raised his arms and shouted, "Burn them!"

"Burn them!"

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa succeeded by the empire!” The goblins in the cockpit rushed to cheer.

From the metal gun barrels on both sides of the tank, violent fire dragons suddenly shot out, instantly igniting the surrounding dwarves, and the thick gasoline mixture caused their whole bodies to burn.

The dwarf general climbed out of the hole in the rock wall, only to see the surrounding area filled with fire and thick smoke. It had become a purgatory on earth.

"No!"

"Damn it, this fire can't be put out at all!"

The surrounding dwarf heavy infantry struggled hard and began to roll on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames burning on their bodies.

However, their heavy armor stained with gasoline mixture was like a steamer, burning hotter and redder, even gradually melting. The originally impenetrable protection now became a scorching hot cage for the dwarves, trapping and scalding them to death inside.

"So hot, so hot!"

"Is this all you can do? Don't be happy too soon, damn dragon followers, the dwarves will defeat you!"

"You bastards raised by orcs!"

"Long live Avendeldan, long live the Mountain Kingdom! Long live the shield dwarves!" Heart-wrenching roars came from the groups of figures wrapped in flames.

Even at the last moment of their lives, these dwarf heavy infantrymen still did not forget to boost morale, angrily scolded the brutal invaders, and wished they could eat their flesh alive.

Hearing the voice of his companion, the dwarf general climbed up from the rock ruins, picked up the war hammer on the ground, and staggered forward.

Seeing that the hideous steel beast was still crushing his comrades, the dwarf general suddenly had veins popping out, his eyes glaring, and he rushed into the flames without paying attention to the burning flames.

He growled in his mouth: "Let me show you the power of the descendants of the mountains!"

The dwarf general raised his hands high, suppressed all his strength, and swung the war hammer with all his strength, and the hammer head hit the armor of the steel behemoth heavily.

"Clang--"

The explosion of steel resounded through the sky.

Under the full-strength attack of the extraordinary dwarf warrior, the thick armor suddenly sank and cracked.

The whole tank shook violently and almost turned over. This scene was like an ant shaking the hill, which was particularly exaggerated.

However, the military engineers of the empire learned the lessons of the demon war and had already made targeted modifications to deal with the sudden attack of the extraordinary.

"Crack-bang!"

At the moment when the heavy hammer hit the armor, the emergency protection device of the steam tank was activated, surrounded by electric light, and a force field instantly popped out, knocking the dwarf general wrapped in a subtle arc into the air.

Bill pointed at the dwarf in the air, his face full of fury and said: "Damn dwarf, how dare you hurt my baby? Shoot him into a sieve!"

"Yes, boss!"

The goblin machine gunners quickly leaned out, operated the two machine guns, and poured bullets madly at the dwarf.

"Da da da da--"

The dwarf was paralyzed and was blown into the air. He had no way to dodge and could only let the dense bullets shoot at his body.

His armor emitted a faint glow of protective magic, but it still left dense craters and spider-web-like cracks.

- As the tank charging at the front, the bullets equipped with this "Emperor's Fury" have anti-magic effects, and those metal shells are engraved with delicate runes.

Suddenly, accompanied by a "crash" sound, the armor of the dwarf general cracked in the air, and metal fragments flew everywhere.

"No——"

The dwarf roared, and blood flowers bloomed on his strong and sturdy body. Even the extraordinary warrior with tough skin was still flesh and blood, and could not withstand the continuous shooting of the machine gun.

Accompanied by painful wails, the dwarf general fell to the ground and rolled several times. The bullet holes all over his body were flowing with blood, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

The dwarf general was dying and would not live long. The hot bullets had torn his internal organs and smashed his body.

He used up his last bit of strength, turned his head, looked at the majestic fortress built on the mountain in the distance, and said hoarsely: "Avenderdan will never fall."

The next moment, accompanied by the roar of the steam engine, the steel behemoth rolled over mercilessly, blood splashed, and the tracks were dyed red.

At the exit of the valley, smoke filled the air, flames burned, crackling, and the ground was full of corpses of dwarven heavy infantry.

"For the Empire!"

The goblins poked their heads out and shouted fanatically.

Then, one steam tank after another drove past, rolling over the corpses of dwarven heavy infantry, breaking through the smoke and heading towards Avenderdan.

The wyverns descended into the valley, constantly searching for the remaining dwarves, clinging to the rocks with their winged forelimbs, raising their heads and roaring.

The elite half-red dragon infantry of the Empire also poured into the valley, skillfully sweeping the battlefield.

The "grinding road" regarded as a solid barrier by the dwarves was penetrated by the Empire within an hour, and almost no decent resistance was made.

Those dwarves who were either buried in the sea of ​​fire, suffocated to death, or shot to death, experienced the true meaning of "steel torrent" and "thunder offensive" at the cost of their own lives.

On the magnificent walls of Avondeldan, dwarven warriors were dressed in armor, holding war hammers and giant axes, ready for battle.

After Zen led the old, weak and sick to leave, there were less than 10,000 dwarves left in the city, and almost all of them were adult male dwarves. They took the initiative to take on the responsibility of protecting Avondeldan and vowed to live and die with the city.

Thick smoke billowed from the valley in the distance, and the dwarves' war roars and wails came, as well as some strange low roars, like those made by huge beasts.

Suddenly, the dwarves looked nervous and their hearts beat fast. They knew very well what this meant - their compatriots in the Grinding Road suffered heavy losses.

How could this be possible?

It was obviously less than an hour later. According to their experience in fighting orcs, the imperial army should have been blocked at the front of the Grinding Road by endless traps.

Could it be that someone surrendered voluntarily?

This is even more impossible. They are shield dwarves, descendants of the earth and the mountains. They are stationed here with the belief that they will die. Those cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death would have fled overnight!

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the valley. The dwarves stretched their necks to look over, and saw several huge black shadows appearing in the black fog.

——This immediately gave them a bad feeling.

"Look! What is that?"

"Wait. It's the army of the Burning Empire. It's really those evil dragons!"

"What?"

"Moradin, this, this is impossible, how can they be so fast!"

"Boom——"

I saw a terrifying, bloody steel beast roaring and crashing through the smoke, appearing in the dwarves' field of vision.

Then, a huge and ferocious figure appeared in the sky. It was a terrifying two-legged dragon beast, wearing hard red scales, which was almost the same as a real dragon.

This is the leader of the two-legged dragon clan, the dragon-blooded Duke of the Empire - Smaug!

Smaug perched at the top of the valley, stood up, spread the broad wings on his forelimbs, raised his head, stretched his neck, and let out a fierce howl.

"Ah--"

Accompanied by the howl of the dragon leader, hundreds of bipedal dragons roared in response, and the sound was extremely noisy.

They flapped their wings in a disorderly manner and soared into the air, like thick dark clouds, casting mottled shadows on the flat ground.

After the steam tanks drove out of the valley one after another, the elite infantry of the empire also formed a tight formation, quickly poured out of it, and lined up on the plain.

Each imperial infantryman held the most advanced firearms and wore colorful uniforms. He looked majestic, and the flag of the Burning Empire fluttered above their heads.

And behind them, there were many troops such as the Engineering Corps, the Artillery Corps, and the Player Special Corps crossing the road of grinding and coming to the plain under the city of Avendeldan.

At this moment, this not-so-wide plain actually gathered nearly 50,000 imperial troops, who were so dense that they almost occupied the place.

Outside the valley, half of the army was waiting, ready to enter the valley for support at any time.

The dwarves looked at the imperial army and couldn't help swallowing their saliva. Obviously, unlike the 200,000 miscellaneous soldiers of the orcs, the 50,000 troops of the empire were definitely the real elite.

Apart from anything else, the monsters made of steel alone could make the dwarves marvel. How many sophisticated weapons could be made from such iron lumps!

Standing on the top of the tower, Ed looked down at the imperial army in the distance and muttered to himself: "No wonder they could conquer Ethel in just one month and break through my road of hard work without any effort.

So this is the army of the Burning Empire, it really lives up to its reputation."

At this moment, Ed felt a sense of tragedy in his heart. Such an army might not be defeated by his less than 10,000 dwarf remnants.

But even so, he wanted to leave the last glory for the dwarves, so that the world would remember their bravery and fearlessness.

"Come on."

The dwarf king clenched the war hammer in his hand, with determination in his eyes.

In the imperial army in the distance, the hobgoblin general Dror raised his head and looked at the Lord of the Mountain from a distance.

The hobgoblin's eyes flickered, revealing cunning, and then he smiled grimly: "He is the famous Lord of the Mountain? Hahaha, good! My promotion depends on him."