Half-Face of the territory was already on high alert. The Dwarf was quite dissatisfied that Unas had only brought three men, cursing inwardly that the weapons he had sent out had been wasted. However, he did not say much, because his men were constantly monitoring the humans' movements. He had never thought much of the humans and felt that their small force could not cause much trouble.
There are also a lot of mine carts loaded with supplies piled up here. After the trading day, each small group will come to collect their share. This is the time when conflicts are most likely to occur, so the small leaders will bring their own elite forces.
Taking advantage of the situation, Half-Face intercepted all the people who came, using threats or inducements to keep them there. A dozen or so small groups were forced together to form a sizable temporary battle group, caught between Half-Face's central army and Charge team.
Unas and his three companions found Isaac at the Charge's rendezvous point. The Ogre looked dejected, seemingly still recovering from the drunken tirade.
"I haven't asked you how you became a slave of the Dark Iron Dwarves, Isaac. Is your clan a member of the Dark Horde?"
The Ogre perked up and replied, "We left the Orcs' rule long ago. Isaac's clan used to live a carefree life in the Stone Caves of the Badlands, until one day they were suddenly captured and brought here."
"So, do you want to go home? The outside world is so free and wonderful," Unas coaxed.
"No, the Stone Cave is not Isaac's original home at all. There are not many prey in the Badlands, and he often doesn't have enough to eat. Here, with the care of the Half-Face boss, he can not only eat well, but also bully others. Isaac likes to beat people!"
Damn it, this is idiotic. It seems that for Ogre, life, freedom, and love are all unimportant; filling their bellies is the primary concern. It's almost impossible to turn this idiot, who is so loyal to Half-Face, against his will in a short time.
Unas didn't put all his eggs in one basket. He put on his long-unused armor and waited for a while until the Charge were mostly assembled. Half-Face's orders were quickly given, and the team, led by Isaac, set off first, heading straight for the West District.
The Charge were also tasked with clearing the way. Any fools who tried to block their path were simply run over. No one had time to stop and explain to others that a war was about to break out.
Unas was actually looking forward to the upcoming battle. He hadn't had a chance to level up since killing Riedel, and his experience was stuck at 5%. He wondered if this battle would allow him to level up again.
He and Isaac charged ahead, both wielding spiked clubs. They swept away any "obstacles" they encountered, and the small fry in their path were no match for them.
The Arsenal was built on top of a lava pool, so it was located in the deepest part of the West District. The original strategy was for the Blackrock Orcs to attack Torbjorn's base first to draw fire, and then Half-Face and Lincoln would take the opportunity to plunder his Arsenal and warehouses.
But judging from the situation along the way, there are quite a few guys leisurely wandering around the outskirts of the West District, not at all like they've been attacked. Could it be that Half-Face has been tricked by the Orcs?
While they were thinking, the Charge arrived at the first small territory. According to Half-Face's intelligence, this place was led by a pair of Dwarf brothers who controlled three medium-sized mines and had a relationship with Torbjorn that was neither close nor distant.
Since it was a surprise attack, Half-Face hadn't even informed the Dwarf brothers, so it's hard to say whether they would fight desperately to defend Torbjorn.
The Charge did not stop. Unas led the group, shouting "We're just passing by," as they continued their charge.
The choice between war and peace was left to the other side. In the end, the Dwarf brothers chickened out, and their entire force was no match for the Charge who numbered over two hundred burly men.
The Dwarf brothers frantically directed their men to clear the way. Now Unas was certain that the Blackrock Orcs had not started the war as agreed; otherwise, they wouldn't have appeared so unprepared.
He found a fast-running Orcs to go back and relay the message to the central army behind him, while instructing Isaac to slow down. After passing through two abandoned mines, Half-Face's order came back: Continue at full speed.
If Unas were the commander, he could only issue this order. There must be enemy spies along the distance from the East District to the West District. Torbjorn may have already received news that Half-Face the army has set out and is preparing to meet them.
If we suddenly retreat, our momentum will falter, and those who were caught up in the chaos might take the opportunity to hinder us. Moreover, leaving our backs to the enemy could easily turn into a major rout. The current situation is such that we have no choice but to fight, no matter what.
At this moment, the central army, where Half-Face was located, was passing through the Central District. The Dwarf was holding the intelligence he had just received: the Blackrock Orcs vanguard had only just set off, while Lincoln's Ogre army was still holding back.
He had become the scapegoat! Half-Face, suppressing his anger, coldly ordered his subordinates to hunt down the traitor who had given false information. As long as they could maintain stability, it wasn't impossible to turn the tide by taking advantage of the complexity of the underground tunnels.
The Charge have reached the second private territory, where everyone has been evacuated, but signs of their hasty retreat can be observed, indicating that Torbjorn is beginning to reduce his forces and prepare to hold out.
The entrance to the cave ahead was blocked by rocks, and the team spent some time clearing the path. The road ahead was unlikely to be easy any longer. Unas switched his weapon to a massive steel shield, raised his Silver Hammer, and, as the nominal captain, shouted the order, "Charge!"
Isaac and his Ogre roared and charged forward, their thunderous footsteps seeming to shake the tunnel apart.
Unas deliberately slowed down with his trio, falling to the middle of the group. He had no intention of fighting to the death; his main task now was to protect the three around him. With these big, clumsy guys holding the line, it seemed like there wouldn't be much of a problem. He could also get most of the experience by hiding in the back and picking off the last few enemies.
Soon, the sound of clashing weapons could be heard ahead; the battle had indeed begun. Unas whispered, "Stay close to me, fight as a team, and don't get separated."
The trio responded in unison and followed him out of the tunnel. Outside was a small mine, not even big enough to fit a hundred Ogres; the others might not be able to squeeze in.
Isaac and his trusted men are fighting a group of Dwarves Dwarf are well-equipped, each with a full set of armor and weapons, suggesting that Torbjorn has put a lot of effort into their preparations.
The Dwarf's heavy iron hammer smashed into the Ogre's bare knees and toes, causing even these thick-skinned creatures to scream in pain. The Ogre whose leg bones were broken collapsed to the ground like a giant tower, and were then trampled by his companions or had his skull crushed by his enemies riding on his neck.
The Ogres had to crouch down to fight the Dwarves, which was a challenge for them. Isaac's club swept through the dwarves, but the enemies were protected by armor and could not be fatally wounded. Many Dwarves were knocked down but immediately got up and rejoined the battle.
The two sides traded casualties one-to-one, but the enemy clearly gained a significant advantage by exchanging a Dwarf for an Ogre.
Unexpectedly, the battle turned against them as soon as they engaged. Forget about finishing off enemies, they couldn't even guarantee their own safety. Unas, who originally planned to buff the enemy from the back row and cast Holy Light, had no choice but to lead his trio into the fray himself.
The four of them spent most of the past few days training together, and they developed a bit of tacit understanding. Whenever Unas made a move, the other three would follow him and attack. The Orcs Gelasi used a heavy axe, while the other two used spears.
Unas charged into the front lines and unleashed a Divine Storm, healing his wounded comrades while also knocking down all the Dwarves in a semicircle with a radius of eight meters in front of him.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Ogre charged forward and crushed the fallen Dwarf into shriveled cucumbers. Unas also switched his Silver Hammer for a longsword and quickly thrust the blade into the gaps in the helmets and collars of the fallen Dwarves. Almost instantly, he killed five Dwarves with his own hands, and his experience points immediately increased slightly.
The trio behind him were also busy. The Orcs, wielding a heavy axe, rushed in front of Unas to provide cover for him, while Hart and Raymond brandished their spears, killing several enemies struggling on the ground.
Our morale soared, Ogres forced the Dwarves to retreat continuously. The Divine Storm had a cooldown of only ten seconds and could be used again soon. Unas charged into the crowd with his shield raised, and the golden energy storm once again felled more than a dozen Dwarves within range. Thus, another round of the same massacre began.
Unas immediately became a thorn in the side of his enemies, and three imposing Dwarf Warriors charged towards him from the cave entrance. He couldn't retreat at this moment, or the advantage he had worked so hard to build would be wiped out. Unas raised his giant shield to prepare for defense.
The three Dwarf Warriors stopped midway, and with a loud roar, their Warhammers flew out of their hands simultaneously. The spinning hammers made a terrifying noise as they rubbed against the air, and then slammed down side by side at high speed.
The three flying hammers blocked Unas from both sides, leaving him nowhere to hide and unable to make any move.
With a loud "thud," the world spun around, and for a moment Unas felt as if he had lost his hands. The giant shield flew out of his grasp, and his entire body tumbled backward several times.
Although Isaac was a bit dim-witted, he had a strong battle instinct and immediately rushed over, his massive body blocking Unas from the three Dwarf Warrior charged after throwing their hammers.
Hart and Raymond immediately helped Unas up, while Gelasi went to retrieve the giant shield that had been thrown a short distance away.
It had been a long time since he'd been this disheveled. He'd really underestimated his opponent this time. Fortunately, he wasn't injured. Unas clenched his fists, trying to stop his hands from trembling from the heavy blows. "I'm alright, let go."
The two immediately withdrew their hands from Unas's grasp. At that moment, Gelasi retrieved the massive steel shield, which bore a deep, square hammer mark.
"Let's go!" He took the giant shield, pulled out his Silver Hammer, and charged toward the three Dwarf Warriors as if nothing had happened.
Isaac was barely holding on; his thighs and knees had been struck dozens of times, swollen, cracked, and a bloody mess.
Unas charged forward and unleashed a Divine Storm. The three Dwarves, along with their companions, retreated swiftly, quickly escaping the skill's range. This time, the storm only knocked down four or five enemies who were entangled in a fight nearby. The Dwarves had learned their lesson and wouldn't be hit by the storm for nothing again.
As soon as the skill ended, the Dwarves charged forward again, and the three leading Dwarf Warriors engaged in close combat with Unas and his three companions.
Upon first engaging, Unas realized that his enemy's strength was not as overwhelming as he had imagined. The flying hammer was similar to the Mountain King's Storm Bolt, but it seemed to have a special technique that amplified its destructive power several times over. The Dwarf Warrior's normal attacks were completely powerless against it.
They were indeed much stronger than the average Dwarf, but Unas's Righteous Shield Strike could knock them back several steps. Hart and Raymond's spears were of little use against these thick-skinned dwarves, but Gelasi's heavy axe would seize the opportunity to strike, leaving them wounded in several places.
But the Dwarf Warriors didn't care much about Gelasi. Despite suffering minor injuries, they focused their attacks solely on Unas, determined to kill this threatening human.
Unas seemed content to be a punching bag, completely abandoning the attack, even putting away his Silver Hammer, and focusing all his energy on using his steel shield to block the Dwarf's heavy hammer.
Of course, he was unwilling to be a coward. He did this only to kill with one blow. Each heavy hammer blow turned into a stream of heat flowing into his body. After hundreds of blows, the power of the Reckoning was about to explode inside his body.
Unas finally figured out the limits of his current body. A thought suddenly struck him, and he changed his mind, no longer intending to finish off his enemy with a single blow from his Silver Hammer.
Divine Storm and Reckoning are unleashed simultaneously!
As golden light emanated from him, the Dwarf Warriors began to retreat, but the tail of the storm still struck them. The immense force caused the Dwarves to completely lose control of their bodies, being firmly sucked in by the storm. Unas accelerated forward, bringing all the dozen or so Dwarves who were fleeing backward into the storm's range.
Blood and gore were no longer just a descriptive phrase; the golden energy storm was almost entirely stained red with blood. More than a dozen enemies barely managed to scream before being annihilated by the storm within three seconds!
Centered on Unas, the twisted corpses of the Dwarves were thrown in all directions, and a rain of blood fell in the small mine, staining almost everyone's head red.
Whether friend or foe, everyone was stunned by this deadly strike. Although Unas had suffered considerable internal injuries, the healing effects of the Divine Storm had restored much of his health. He raised his Silver Hammer and roared, "Kill!"
A murderous voice echoed through the quiet cave, startling everyone awake. The enemies screamed in terror, while the Ogres responded with loud battle cries.
Isaac was close by and within the range of the Divine Storm, so the increased attack power naturally provided a healing bonus. The Ogre's leg injuries were healed by about 50-60% in an instant. He roared excitedly and followed Unas as he charged towards the Dwarf was like a stray dog.
In reality, not many Dwarves were terrified when they actually witnessed the scene, since the Cave wasn't very large. However, fear is contagious, and those behind, seeing those in front running back desperately, would also assume that some invincible monster had arrived.
The enemy retreated in disarray, and the Charge team pursued them relentlessly, breaking through seven or eight mine shafts before Unas finally stopped. It wasn't because he was tired, but because an iron gate blocked his path.
Several enemies who hadn't managed to escape before the gate closed trembled against the iron door, pounding on the thick iron plate, hoping their comrades inside would open a crack to let them in. But there was clearly no chance, and they could only lay down their weapons, kneel on the ground, and beg for surrender.
Unas glanced at his experience points. He had broken countless weapons along the way, finally raising his experience to 97%. These Dwarves were really unlucky; if he had already leveled up, they might have had a chance to survive.