A howling sound like a gale suddenly came from the sky; it was the throwing axes of the Dwarf rebels.
Dozens of short axes, spinning at high speed, came crashing down with tremendous kinetic energy.
"Raise your shields!"
Unas shouted and unleashed several Flame Slashes, illuminating the sky ahead for the cavalry.
Bang!
A deafening clang of metal clashing echoed through the air, interspersed with the screams of horses and soldiers.
Unas swung his sword to deflect three flying axes, then glanced back quickly. Some were dead, some were wounded; at least ten men had been killed or wounded.
Due to a lack of horses, the 800 Stormwind City soldiers consisted of only one large cavalry unit, or one hundred men.
The enemy's single attack caused our side to lose one-tenth of its strength, and the distance between the two sides was still enough for the enemy to launch two more volleys.
Unas calculated in his mind that the losses were too great and unacceptable.
He leaped into the air, Light Wings, and flew head-on towards the second wave of flying axes.
"Holy Wrath!"
Countless beams of light, as thick as an arm, shot out in all directions, and the flying axes in the air fell down with a clatter, with most of them disappearing in the blink of an eye.
But this also made Unas the most conspicuous target, and several mages in the Dwarf camp immediately shot several black beams of light at him.
The Sacred Shield surrounding Unas was shattered with a snap, Unas was enveloped by two shadows.
He suddenly felt his body become very heavy, and his head felt a little dizzy.
Apart from that, there was nothing unusual; it turned out to be just a curse of weakness and pain.
With a few casual Cleanse, the curse was easily lifted.
His spellcasting abilities were greatly enhanced by the Holy Book.
He figured there probably weren't many powerful mages among the rebels, so he felt relieved and continued charging forward.
The enemy's attention was completely drawn to him, and a barrage of ranged weapons and spells rained down on him.
Unas flew upwards calmly, dodging almost all attacks; the stray arrows that did hit him were of no use to him.
After this period of time, the ground cavalry, led by King Kong, had already charged to the enemy's front line.
The Dwarves ' spear formation was crushed by the iron hooves of the King Kong in a single encounter. This god-like synthetic behemoth wielded a battle axe twice the size of Dwarf's body, and each sweeping strike wiped out the enemies around it.
The name "King Kong" comes from its body being as hard as steel. The Dwarves ' attacks, landing on its hard stone skin, were as insignificant as tickling an itch, utterly unable to stop it from tearing through the enemy lines.
The cavalry caught up from behind and quickly tore a large hole in the Dwarves ' formation.
The Dwarf mages immediately turned their attack on King Kong, casting several curses upon him, King Kong immediately reduced his momentum.
The heavier it is, the more it is affected by the Curse of Weakness, to the point that it can barely even swing its battle axe.
Several beams of golden light descended from the sky just in time, instantly relieving King Kong's abnormal state.
After casting his spell, Unas made a sharp turn in the air, heading straight for the Dwarf mages.
A Dwarf who looked like a commander shouted frantically from the side, ordering everyone to attack the Paladin in the sky.
But whether it was the sharpest javelin or the most powerful throwing axe, they were all deflected by the Paladin's silver shield, leaving them helpless as the Paladin charged right up to the unshielded Mage Corps.
These low- to mid-level mages were as vulnerable as lambs before Unas. He swung his sword twice and beheaded all five Dwarf mages before they could even cast spells to save themselves.
Before the Invincible period ended, Unas immediately turned, leaping and landing in an instant, covering a distance of hundreds of meters, and thrust his sword into the Dwarf commander's throat.
In the panicked Dwarves' eyes, the human, immune to all attacks, took the lives of several of his kind with every swing of his sword, like a war god rampaging through the battlefield.
The Dwarves ' mental fortitude completely collapsed, and this side of the defense line crumbled. Only a cavalry force of less than a hundred men cut through the enemy lines with ease.
After the Invincible ended, Unas had returned to the back of the King Kong. He immediately turned around and charged at the fleeing enemy troops on the left.
I glanced at the camp and saw a huge, pale purple barrier, like an inverted bowl, enveloping everyone.
Unas was slightly relieved; this was the Violet Barrier of Dalaran, undoubtedly the work of Master Omar.
After a chaotic hacking and slashing session, they saw that the Dwarves in the distance had been reorganized, and a detachment of enemy troops had caught up from behind, attempting to surround the cavalry once again.
Unas immediately ordered a breakaway. Although the cavalry were exhausted, this small victory boosted their morale, and the entire force broke free before being surrounded.
The Dwarf cavalry was pitifully few in number and slower than human horses, so they chased in vain for a while before stopping.
Once at a safe distance, Unas sent out several cavalrymen to request reinforcements from the Dwarf lords along the way and from Blackrock Depths. Then he climbed a small hill to observe the situation in the distance.
Although the rebels suffered a minor setback and were momentarily halted, they quickly launched an attack on the camp.
The mages in the camp gave their full support to Master Omar, making the Violet Barrier impregnable and blocking all of the enemy's ranged weapons.
The stirring war drums sounded, Dwarves launched their Charge. A dark mass of enemy troops attacked from all sides, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
The two sides clashed in close combat, and for a time they were evenly matched. But Unas knew that this was only temporary. The enemy's numerical advantage would gradually increase over time, and sooner or later they would swallow up the entire camp.
Meanwhile, in the direction the cavalry fled, an enemy force was waiting in ambush, guarding against a human cavalry turnaround.
Now we can only rely on ourselves. The most efficient way is undoubtedly a decapitation strike to quickly eliminate the Dwarf commander.
Losing his Invincible would be a bit dangerous, but Unas didn't hesitate to unfold his Light Wings and fly into the sky.
But the Dwarves seem to have learned their lesson; they've put away their once prominent commander's flags, making it difficult to tell where the command post is.
Before he could locate the enemy leader, more people appeared in the distance to the north. Upon closer inspection, he saw a group of about a hundred men, who were now just small black dots to him, making it impossible to distinguish friend from foe.
Those coming from the north are most likely stragglers. Judging from their route, they will inevitably pass through the cavalry's position, posing a significant threat that must be dealt with first.
Having made up his mind, he immediately flew down to the ground and led his troops to meet the new enemy head-on.
Both sides were moving at a fast pace and soon came into view of each other. Unas, who was charging at the forefront, immediately realized that this was no ordinary cavalry force.
They all rode black War Rams, their neat bronze armor covering almost the entire bodies of the Knight and their mounts. The Dwarf at the head of the group gripped two enormous silver Warhammers tightly in his hands, exuding an irresistible aura despite his silence.
Unas noticed their eyes; they weren't the glowing crimson of the Dark Iron Dwarves. Were they not Dark Iron Dwarves?
The opposing side seemed to have also noticed that it was a group of humans approaching, and both sides slowed their Charge in hesitation.
"And who are you?" Unas asked loudly.
Magni Bronzebeard!
A brief reply stunned Unas, who immediately raised his hand to signal a halt to the Charge.
If it's not a case of the same name, then the Dwarf before them must be Moira's father—His Majesty the King of Ironforge.
Unas quickly introduced himself, "I am Unas Laugard, a paladin of the Silver Dawn, and the esteemed dwarven king. We are not enemies."
At the leader's command, the Dwarves also stopped their mounts, and the two sides faced each other at extremely close range.
"I know you, Paladin. Is my daughter in the camp ahead?" Magni's voice was deep and heavy.
Since the Redbrow brothers were sending people back, they must have relayed the information to Ironforge beforehand, so it's not surprising that the Dwarf King knew about the Paladin.
"That's right."
Unas could only answer like this for the time being; he couldn't very well say that his daughter had been whipped several times and was probably unconscious now.
"Excellent!" The Dwarf King, seemingly disregarding the thousands of enemy soldiers, roared triumphantly, "I haven't seen her in a long time! Come on, Charge with me, Paladins!"
Unas looked at the enemy's hundred-man squad and wondered where the Dwarf got his confidence, "The enemy has four or five thousand..."
"My army will arrive soon!"
These words gave Unas a lot of confidence. Without thinking twice, he immediately cheered, "Great! Your Majesty, I'm yours now!"
"Haha, let's have a good fight!"
The two teams quickly merged, and although they numbered only two hundred, their momentum was in no way inferior to that of a million-strong army.
Magni slammed his twin hammers together, the deafening metallic roar signaling a full-speed Charge. The team immediately entered acceleration mode and quickly reached the enemy's attack range.
The flying axes came again, but this time before Unas could even spread his wings, the Bronzebeard Dwarves' retaliatory flying hammers had already been hurled into the sky.
The hammer and axe clashed in mid-air, immediately revealing the disparity in strength between the two sides. The short axes were knocked down one after another, while the flying hammer continued to fly forward for a while, landing in the enemy's front line and unleashing dazzling blue lightning, causing four or five enemies around it to scream in agony.
It turned out that it wasn't an ordinary hammer, but Thunder Hammer imbued with lightning magic.
Unas was thrilled. This was practically a hand grenade, just as powerful. One shot could electrocute four or five enemies, rendering them immobile.
With such valuable equipment, this Dwarf cavalry must be the elite of the elite; no wonder the Dwarf King is so confident.
Finally, the battle was about to begin. Magni roared, shed his armor, leaped off his War Ram, and charged forward, shouting incomprehensible syllables with passion.
His body swelled to three times its original size with a burst of bright light, and a black metallic sheen shone on his chest and arms.
Unas had seen this before in Rendaen, a rare and extraordinary talent among the Human — the Avatar.
The enemy ranks gasped in astonishment. No Dwarf was unaware of this change; the Avatar signified noble lineage and almost invincible power.
The formation, already shattered by the Thunder Hammer, immediately showed signs of collapse again. If the enemy hadn't numbered only two hundred, most of the rebels would probably have turned tail and fled.
The power of the Avatar is self-evident; any attack that lands on Magni is like a tickle, and each swing of his twin hammers is like a hurricane, tearing apart and scattering the enemies around him like fallen leaves.
Unas, not to be outdone, also spread his wings and flew low like a falcon, leaving no enemy unscathed in his wake.
The two men's extraordinary attack power cleared a path ahead, and the cavalry behind them easily cut through the encirclement. The two hundred men returned to the Violet Barrier almost unharmed.