Fortress

Toru was so shaken that his hands went numb, and the long-handled hammer was dented, almost slipping from his grasp, while his opponent remained completely still and looked relaxed.

"What incredible strength!"

The experienced Dwarf's face immediately darkened, and he knew in his heart that something was wrong.

Keep in mind that this was a strike he had put all his strength into, using a heavy weapon like a long-handled hammer, yet his opponent was able to block it with ease.

This can only mean one thing—the orc in front of him is far stronger than him, and could even crush him.

Thinking of this, Toru suddenly regretted his rash tactics driven by anger. He slid his long-handled hammer diagonally downwards, trying to smash the opponent's hand away.

The hammerhead rubbed violently against the iron shaft of the Double-Headed Axe, Mars flying from the point where the hammer and axe met.

"Hehe."

But Monk just grinned, revealing yellowed fangs at the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, the black cloth covering his face tore off, and a flash of blood crossed his empty eye sockets.

As the powerful "Eye of Gruumsh," his blind eye possesses many unique abilities, enabling him to see what he cannot see.

"Not good!"

The Dwarf was horrified when he saw the blood-red light. The tremor and fear that came from his very soul made him lose control of his body.

In an instant, images of mountains of corpses and seas of blood of Dwarf flashed through his mind, along with the image of Avendell Dan soaked in blood.

However, in that brief moment of distraction, Monk abruptly withdrew his Double-Headed Axe, causing the Dwarf to stagger forward a few steps.

By the time Toru had fully regained his senses, Monk had already drawn a semi-circular arc in mid-air with his Double-Headed Axe.

The blood-soaked axe blade swung down with a bloody gust of wind, and the Dwarf felt a chill in his throat.

"Whoosh—"

Blood gushed from his neck like a surging fountain, and the headless Dwarf's body knelt on the ground with a thud before collapsing forward.

The Dwarf's head, still bearing fear and confusion, was held in Monk's hand by the braid on its head.

He nodded in satisfaction, completely disregarding the blood covering his body. "Such Dwarf should be barely fit to be sacrificed to the Father God."

The garrison commander of "Orc Tombstone" died just like that. This Dwarf hero, who had once single-handedly killed Fire Giant, was almost powerless to resist and died at the hands of the orcs.

The Dwarf, still fighting on the city walls, were filled with grief and indignation when they saw their Dwarf hero, whom they regarded as an elder brother, die like this.

"Toru is dead!"

"Quick, let's surround him, kill that damned orc, and take back Toru's head!"

"You bastard with the filthy blood of Gruumsh, how dare you desecrate the body of your fellow countryman! Kill him!"

"He's all alone. Let's go together, even if it costs us our lives, to avenge Toru!"

At the call of Toru's head, the remaining Dwarf Fighter on the city walls gathered and surrounded Monk.

Their faces were filled with grief and indignation, their eyes were red, and they wished they could tear the orc to pieces.

"Quickly, go assist Monk!"

"These filthy Dwarf are trying to surround Monk! Orcs, exterminate them!"

The orc Fighter around him wanted to join the battle, but Monk stopped them with a hand gesture, an excited smile spreading across his blood-covered, ferocious face.

"No, don't come any closer, I want to savor this feeling."

"Hahaha, do you hate me? I love that look in your eyes—a look of utter loathing, yet unable to kill me!"

Monk toyed with the Dwarf's head in his hand, pinching his bearded chin to make the Dwarf's mouth open and close as if he were speaking.

"What was that shorty's name again? Oh, right, Toru."

"Dwarf, look! Toru is speaking! He's saying—you bunch of good-for-nothings, not one of you dares to avenge him! Hahahaha!"

Seeing the hero's head being so insulted and toyed with, the Dwarf Fighter finally could not bear it any longer.

Kill him!

"Damn orc bastard, I'm going to smash him to pieces!"

The Dwarf raised their warhammers and round shields high and charged forward with Monk roar Dwarf, completely surrounding Fighter.

However, Monk casually tossed the head aside, gripped the orc's Double-Headed Axe tightly with both hands, and shouted excitedly, "Well done!"

"Whoosh—"

Monk swung his axe with all his might, creating a powerful storm of blades around him that swept up dozens of Dwarf Fighter.

The deafening roar of the axe blade cutting through the air, the clanging sound of armor being shattered, and the slicing sound of flesh being torn apart rang out one after another.

Finally, there were the Dwarf' piercing screams, the survivors' cries, and the faint sound of blood gushing out.

In just a few breaths, all the dozens of Dwarf Fighter who had surrounded him were dead, and not one of them could stand around Monk.

Everywhere were Dwarf ' half-bodied bodies, broken limbs, and shattered internal organs; blood was almost forming rivers on the city walls.

Monk climbed onto the city wall, stepping over piles of corpses. He raised the head of the Dwarf Toru, who had died with his eyes wide open, and looked down at the orcs who had already occupied the entire city wall.

Fellow countrymen!

Ahead lies Avendell Dan, the royal city of the Dwarf!

Continue the attack! The great Father God Gruumsh is watching us! We will sacrifice the Father God with the heads and blood of the Dwarf!

With a look of piety in his single remaining eye, Monk lifted the Dwarf's head and offered it to the sky with both hands.

"Bang!"

The fresh head suddenly exploded, turning into a blurry cloud of blood mist that took the shape of a single eye in mid-air.

This signifies that their deity—the great One-Eyed God Gruumsh— has gladly accepted this offering!

"For Father God Gruumsh!"

"Blood will stain the earth, and the orcs will rule the world!"

The orcs erupted in cheers, raising their blood-stained weapons and letting out a deafening roar.

The wall known as the "Orc Tombstone" is indeed piled high with orc corpses, and thousands of fresh corpses lie in the River of Bones.

But now, after paying a heavy price, the orcs have conquered this place and become the true victors.

This is the sixth time in thousands of years that they have breached this barrier, and this time, their enemies are not the troublesome Elf and divine offspring, but only Dwarf wielding iron hammers.

The goat leaped and climbed nimbly between the cliffs, moving with incredible speed, carrying the Dwarf knight on its back to the walls of Avendell Dan.

The Dwarf knight tumbled off the goat's back and knelt respectfully before Ed, who was clad in armor and wielding a warhammer.

"Your Majesty, the orcs have breached the outer walls and are gathering their forces to advance on Avendell Dan."

Ed nodded slightly, then looked into the distance and sighed softly, "Bjorn, you're right, the outer walls have indeed been breached by the orcs."

And it was faster than any previous beast tide; even a powerful Fighter like Toru couldn't stop the orcs' advance.

Bjorn stepped forward, shaking his head and smiling bitterly, "Your Majesty, I wish I had guessed wrong."

As far as I know, Batu Shatterskull has integrated hundreds of orc tribes on the Ugo Great Prairie, totaling more than 1.6 million people.

The orcs have come in with overwhelming force. Their ambitions extend beyond simply annexing our High Mountain Kingdom; they likely intend to conquer the entirety of Fei An Suo.

Ed frowned deeply. "Won't the gods intervene?"

Bjorn head and said, "Your Majesty, I have already sent Master Eugene to Mount Paradise to seek the assistance of Father God Moradin and the gods of justice, but now that heaven and earth are separated, the help that the gods can provide is limited."

Moreover, as far as I know, the One-Eyed God orc used some clandestine means to deceive the Father God's vision and block the spying from the Mount Paradise.

A thick fog shrouded the Ugo Great Prairie, and the Red Blood Tribe suddenly assembled with unimaginable speed, catching even our scouts completely off guard.

This over four-hundred-year-old minister, who had experienced countless wars, was now somewhat weak, and his voice had become hoarse:

"Your Majesty, I suspect the orcs want a quick victory and to conquer Avendell Dan before the world's attention is on them."

"How long do we need to hold out in Avendell Dan before we receive Father God's help?"

"Seven days at most, if Master Eugene doesn't run into any problems."

"Good."

Hearing the distant roars of the orcs, the Dwarf king was filled with worry, but his tone remained resolute. "The millennia-old foundation of the High Mountain Kingdom and the glorious history of the Dwarf race must not be ruined in my hands."

Even if this is a war that cannot be won, I will make those orcs pay in blood.

Ed gripped the heavy hammer in his hand, a symbol of the highest power in the High Mountain Kingdom and the representative of Moradin.

Dwarf scouts riding griffins circled high in the sky, shooting down several vultures and giant eagles to observe the orcish army.

The orc Orc Shaman waved their staffs and chanted incantations.

With a rumbling sound, thick rocks extended from both sides of the Path of Glory to allow the giant beasts kept by the Wasteland Striding Dragon and the Sharp-Toothed Beast, to pass through.

More orcs, Goblin, Ogre, and Hill Giant poured in, gathering densely in the valley in front of Avendell Dan, like a surging river.

Within just a few hours, the orc army had fully assembled, with tens of thousands of orcs surging towards Avendell Dan.

On the city wall, Ed led his elite Dwarf Fighter in a state of high alert, awaiting the arrival of the enemy.

From the dark windows of the fortress, between the steep cliffs, and in the hidden tunnels, the eyes of the Dwarf Fighter, filled with resentment, could be seen.

At this moment, all 15,000 Dwarf of Avendell Dan with combat capabilities have appeared here to protect their homeland.

Soon, the earth trembled, heavy thuds continued, and a mottled torrent of yellow-green water occupied the flat land in front of the valley.

High in the sky, countless vultures and giant eagles circled back and forth, braving the Dwarf ' dense arrows.

Batu sat on the bone throne, pointing his giant axe at the majestic fortress built against the mountain in the distance, his eyes filled with greed. "This is Avendell Dan, what a perfect place."

The Orc Chieftain rose from his throne, his voice rising higher and higher until it echoed throughout the mountains, "My people, crush these Dwarf and seize their fortress! Only in this way can we appease the great Father God Gruumsh! This city will be the beginning of our orcish conquest of the world!"

"Kill Dwarf and take the fortress!"

"For Father God Gruumsh!"

"The great orc race will one day rule the world!"

In an instant, the orcs erupted in a frenzy once more, letting out a frenzied battle roar that resounded through the sky and made the mountains tremble.

"Great sons of Gruumsh— "

Go forth and fight to your heart's content! With the strong bodies bestowed upon you by the Father God, tear apart all enemies that stand in the way of the orcs' conquest!

"Cut off the Dwarf ' heads, pierce the Elf ' hearts, and sever the arms of the men."

The shamans brandished their Bone Staff, and thick blood mist filled the area in front of the fortress, making the orc Fighter even more ferocious and fearless.

They crowded the open space, surging one after another toward the tall, sturdy fortress.

Seeing the surging orcs, King Ed's face hardened, and he commanded in a deep voice, "All men, listen to my command—fire!"

Instantly, thousands of Dwarf drew their bows and nocked arrows, shooting them into the sky. The dense barrage of arrows rained down like a storm, instantly turning the orcs at the forefront into sieves.

However, the Hill Giant and orc giants, holding their giant shields, advanced relentlessly, blocking the arrows.

But on the towering walls of Avendell Dan, exaggerated Steel Crossbow, several meters tall and forged by master Dwarf craftsmen, were already aimed at them.

The Dwarf strained to turn the winch and pull the Steel Crossbow, their voices filled with righteous indignation. "Yes, it's that giant! Kill him!"

"Whoosh—"

With a piercing whistling sound, a giant arrow more than two meters long came flying through the air, piercing the shield and pinning the giant and orc behind it to the ground.

Almost every Dwarf is a skilled craftsman, and the capital city of the High Mountain Kingdom Avendell Dan, is a gathering place for the exquisite craftsmanship of countless Dwarf master craftsmen.

The Dwarf possessed countless ingenious machines and structures, which served as their greatest defense against the orcs.

On the slopes of Blackstone Mountain, the Dwarf lowered barriers, and huge, round rocks rolled down the predetermined tracks.

"Gurgle gurgle—"

The sound of rocks rolling down the hillside rang out, and the orcs immediately realized something was wrong, discovering a colossal creature charging towards them from the hillside—but it was too late.

"Damn it, those cunning Dwarf have unleashed the rolling stones!"

"Run! Don't get hit!"

"Boom!"

A rock several meters in diameter crashed into the crowd, easily crushing dozens of orcs, Goblin, and Ogre in its path into a bloody pulp.

"Wait, watch out for the sky!"

Inside the towering towers of the fortress, catapults designed by Master Cui Lan Te were launched one after another, hurling flaming iron balls.

"Get down! Get down now!"

"This is a Dwarf catapult!"

The iron ball traced graceful arcs through the air before finally landing precisely among the orc legion.

"Boom!"

The red-hot iron ball slammed into the orc, creating a huge crater in the ground before exploding violently.

The shattered, scorching iron blocks and overflowing flames killed hundreds of orcs in the vicinity, leaving only blackened corpses scattered on the ground.

At the highest point of the main city wall, the Protection Array drawn by generations of Dwarf mages suddenly activated, creating solid barriers outside the fortress.

The arrows and overdrawn spears fired by the orcs were all deflected outside the fortress.

Before the walls of Avendell Dan, blazing fires raged, stone balls rolled down, and barrels filled with flames and spirits exploded in mid-air.

The Dwarf ' various strange machines Divine Might, acting like death itself and inflicting heavy casualties on the orcs.

The orcish legion will face not only the 15,000 Dwarf Fighter inside the fortress, but also the wisdom accumulated over thousands of years by Avendell Dan and even the Dwarf race.

But the number of orcs was simply too great. Even with all the Dwarf' efforts and depletion of their ammunition reserves, they could only kill a little over ten thousand of them.

The army that Batu Shatterskull brought was 200,000.