Battle of Avendell Dan

"Avendell Dan is indestructible?"

"Nothing is indestructible before the descendants of the great Gruumsh!"

The orc riding on the dragon's back raised his giant axe high, roared angrily, and revealed huge, yellowish fangs.

"Roar--"

Ignoring the numerous orcs in front of him, with veins bulging on his arms, he swung his giant axe down with a mighty thud.

A bolt from the blue, a deafening roar echoing through the sky, as a blood-red hurricane swept in, filling the surrounding people with terror.

Instantly, blood-red light tore through the air, and even the beastmen in front of him were not spared, their severed bodies and limbs flying through the air, blood splattering everywhere.

"Boom!"

Dust flew, metal roared, and blood-red light surged forth. The intricate magical patterns on the gate flickered and gradually dimmed.

Batu's eyes flashed with ferocity as he continued to swing his giant axe. Streaks of blood-red light shot through the air, cleaving everything in front of him—orcs, Elf, chariots, and city walls—in two!

Accompanied by a piercing, mournful metallic sound, gaping holes several meters long appeared on the fortress gate, their surfaces smeared with a mixture of blood.

At this moment Batu Shatterskull was bloodshot, bathed in blood, as if Gruumsh had been reborn.

"Today, I will shatter the walls of Avendell Dan, along with the tragic fate of our orc race for thousands of years—"

Shatter them all!

He leaped high from the dragon beast's back, reaching a height of nearly a hundred meters, and slashed down at the tall and majestic cold iron city gate.

King Ed Dwarf extended his warhammer and cried out in alarm, "Stop! No—"

At this moment, the Dwarf and Elf on the city wall were no longer able to stop them Batu Shatterskull, a blurry, blood-red figure nearly a hundred meters tall appeared, seemingly an orc.

As Batu moved, the orc Blood Shadow behind him also swung his battle axe.

"Boom--"

A massive Shockwave will spread out, stirring up clouds of dust and causing the entire city wall to rumble and tremble.

The orcs below the city leaned back, and even the Elf and Dwarf on the city walls trembled and their legs went weak under this terrifying power.

Some people even fell to their deaths due to excessive panic and the shaking of the city walls.

In the end, the gate, which even high-level spells might not be able to break through and which was covered with many magical restrictions, was actually cleaved open by Batu's axe!

For the first time in thousands of years, the sturdy gates of Avendell Dan, crafted by several legendary Dwarf master artisans, have been breached by orcs! Batu raised his battle axe in one hand, laughing wildly, "Hahahaha! My people, do you see this? This is the power of Father God Gruumsh! This is the power of the orcs!"

"As expected of Lord Batu!"

"For the sake of the great Father God, march on to Avendell Dan!"

The orcs cheered wildly, rushing towards the breach, eager to be the first orc to step into the city of Avendell Dan.

They desperately wanted to become heroes who would fulfill the orcs' millennia-old dream, to become favored by Gruumsh, and to gain power like Batu Shatterskull.

As a result, they even argued and shoved each other on the dangerous battlefield.

"I was here first!"

"Get out of my way!"

"Quick! Let me in, and I will become a hero among the orcs!"

But how could the defenders on the city walls allow them to enter Avendell Dan so easily and set foot on the homeland they swore to protect with their lives? "Protect Avendell Dan with our lives!"

"For Moradin!"

"For the glory of the Dwarf!"

"Our family and friends are all in the city. We absolutely cannot let these cruel bastards into the city!"

The Dwarf Fighter slid down the ropes, leaping from the city wall dozens of meters high, landing on their shields, and then rolling several times on the ground to dissipate the force.

They crashed into the orcs like cannonballs, wielding warhammers and spears, mercilessly slaughtering them with their superior combat skills, wiping out the hundreds of orcs in front of the gate in an instant.

The ground was littered with the corpses of orcs, their blood flowing in a gurgling river.

In the end, these Dwarf Fighter, with their short, stocky bodies, stood in front of the orcs, standing on the hill of corpses, blocking the narrow gap.

"We will never retreat!"

"You filthy bastard, don't even think about entering Avendell Dan!"

The Dwarf who still dare to leave the city are mostly the most elite forces of the High Mountain Kingdom, and are all renowned heroes among the Dwarf.

For example, Talin Dragon Tooth, a Dwarf general, once fought a powerful wasteland dragon, broke off a dragon tooth from its mouth to use as a dagger, and plunged it into the dragon's heart to protect the Dwarf fortress.

He thus earned the title "Dragon Tooth" and the respect of the Dwarf.

Now, the Dwarf hero also stands before the breach in the city gate, holding the spear made of dragon teeth, staring intently at the orc in front of him.

Beside him were nearly a hundred Dwarf Fighter had jumped down from the city wall. They were all strong, with determined eyes, and had distinguished achievements.

"They're just Dwarf!"

"Charge! We outnumber them, these damned Dwarf can't hold on!"

The orcs howled and roared, crowding in front of the city walls, surging towards the Dwarf Fighter like a turbulent, mottled tide.

Thousands of orcs surrounded the less than one hundred Dwarf, but the Dwarf were not afraid at all and even launched an attack.

The Dwarf ' warhammers, greatswords, and spears clanged and clashed, the sounds of metal striking metal were constant, and there was also the crisp sound of sharp blades cutting through skin and flesh.

Instantly, blood splattered, and orc limbs flew everywhere. Their cacophony of wails and screams echoed through the sky, sending chills down one's spine.

The Dwarf heroes unleashed a barrage of powerful attacks: the Rune Slash of Fighter Demon Fighter, the Savage Strike of the Berserker, and the Most Holy Slash of the Paladin, instantly wiping out the surrounding orc minions.

A thunderous roar echoed from the sky—it was the voice of the Golden Dragon "Titus".

"You disgusting evil creature! You should not exist in this world!"

"Boom!"

Just then, a giant arm fell from the sky and crashed into the orc army, instantly killing dozens of orc soldiers.

The orcs, Dwarf, and Elf looked up and saw Golden Dragon roaring to the sky, flapping its broad wings, its sharp claws stained with putrid black blood.

Not far from him, the giant orc dragging black mist had one arm severed, and Blackwater was gushing from the severed arm.

The monster, known as the "Orc Spirit," spewed dark green sludge. Its mouth opened and closed slightly as it lowered its head and called out hoarsely to the ground, "Batu, Batu, hurry! Quickly take down the fortress! This is our last chance!"

Before the words were finished, the monster suddenly raised its head, and all the orc bodies and even their souls turned into fuel, burning fiercely! Black flames shot up from its huge, twisted body and spewed from its empty eyes, giving it the power to destroy everything.

"For the orcs!"

The Orc Spirit roared in fury, completely losing its mind. Its voice was heavy and repetitive, like the roar of hundreds of millions of orcs who had died fighting each other over thousands of years.

At that moment, the old shaman burned his own body and the souls of the dead orc Fighter, unleashing incredible power.

Facing the enormous orc engulfed in black flames, Keosius narrowed his eyes and his expression changed slightly.

"This is... the Chaos Fire?"

"No, it seems to only possess a Abyss quality. Tsk, it seems that the Orc Pantheon is also connected to the Abyss."

Before Keosius for long, the giant orc rushed in front of him and slammed his fist, which was covered in Black Flame.

Golden Dragon dared not be negligent and finally used all his skills. A swirling vortex appeared in his mouth, which devoured all the surrounding flames and black mist.

Ninth Circle Spell: Dragon Absorption

"Boom!"

The two behemoths clashed again, their strength initially "evenly matched" under Keosius's deliberate control.

But at this moment, facing the Orc Spirit was burning everything, the Golden Dragon was finding it difficult to cope and was temporarily at a disadvantage.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes that the old shaman's strength had increased considerably after using himself as fuel, but this state could not be maintained for long, and his defeat was inevitable.

Gazing at the fierce battle in the sky, Batu Shatterskull's expression was unusually moved, and a trace of grief and indignation appeared in his single eye.

"Fellow countrymen, the shamans of the Red Blood Tribe, the great Fighter of Father God Gruumsh, sacrificed everything for the orcs' conquest, burning their flesh and souls to hold back that golden-skinned lizard! We must not waste their sacrifice, charge with me! Conquer Avendell Dan!"

At Batu's call, the orcs launched another attack, fearlessly surrounding the Dwarf heroes.

Batu Shatterskull, wielding a giant axe with one hand, roared as he joined the battle. The totems all over his body were flashing with blood-red light, like Abyssal Devil descending upon the world.

Talin Dragon Tooth, spear in hand, stood before him, his expression arrogant. "Filthy orc, your enemy is—"

"Die!"

Batu didn't waste any words; he simply roared and swung his giant axe, bringing it crashing down.

Tallinn was slightly panicked and tried to dodge, but it was too late. He could only lay his spear horizontally above his head to block.

But as the orcs attacked, a powerful hurricane swept across the land, and the stench of blood filled the air.

"Whoosh!"

Blood shot into the sky as the giant axe cleanly severed the spear, shattered the helmet, and split the Dwarf's hard skull in two.

Finally, even the Dwarf's strong, sturdy body was not spared, and was cut into neat sections.

In a single exchange, before they could even struggle, the Dwarf warrior Talin Dragon Tooth, was torn in two! Seymour and the other Elf mages raised their staffs on the city wall, and several beams of light descended, granting the Dwarf Fighter numerous buffs such as Steel Bones, energy shields, and enhanced strength.

But Seymour narrowed his eyes, his expression extremely solemn. After a moment, he whispered a reminder: "A sacred object..."

The axe in that orc's hand is a sacred relic blessed by the True God; we must not confront it head-on!

But before he could finish speaking, Batu Shatterskull let out a fierce shout and swung his giant axe horizontally, a sharp, bloody light flashing as it swept up countless specks of dust.

"Filthy orcs!"

In the name of Moradin, your brutal killings come to an end!

The Dwarf Paladin stood at the forefront, his left hand gripping his silver shield tightly, and his right hand suddenly raising his warhammer. A holy barrier, shimmering with a faint light, unfolded before him.

"Splash."

With a crisp sound, the barrier shattered like glass. The blood-red light was completely unaffected, cleaving the shield and the Dwarf behind it in two without mercy.

The two Dwarf beside the Dwarf Paladin were also not spared; their heads were severed from their bodies, and they were unable to put up any resistance.

"Damn orcs!"

"Avendell Dan will never fall!"

The Dwarf surrounded them again, but it was to no avail. With a single axe stroke, Batu wiped out many of the Dwarf Fighter.

"When!"

"Ta-da!"

With a series of ear-piercing explosions, axe blades danced wildly in all directions, leaving the Dwarf nowhere to hide and forcing them to hastily engage in battle.

Just then, "Lord of the High Mountains" Ed. Klein raised his warhammer and leaped down from the city wall, which was dozens of meters high, shouting, "Wishful thinking!"

"Filthy orc, Avendell Dan has been the capital of the High Mountain Kingdom for thousands of years, the common home of the Dwarf! Even if it means death, I will not let you enter it!"

Instantly, as Ed moved, a giant warhammer formed from solidified rock appeared above the city wall and crashed down.

"Buzz—"

A deafening roar erupted as Ed's warhammer clashed with Batu's giant axe, generating an extremely powerful Shockwave.

Dust filled the air, and the hurricane never stopped.

Batu raised his head, grinning savagely, and looked at the enraged Dwarf king, laughing wildly, "Ed, is this all you've got? With such power, you think you can stand against the great Father God Gruumsh?"

The Orc Chieftain's body and arms were covered in bulging veins, and a ferocious orc phantom appeared behind him, exuding a powerful aura.

Ed was immediately pinned down, and couldn't help but retreat a few steps in a panic.

Just then, a silver moon-like sword light soared through the air, creating a powerful shockwave, and slashed directly at Batu Shatterskull.

Rhea leaped gracefully from the city wall, carrying an unstoppable momentum, and with unwavering determination in her eyes, swung her silver sword at the Orc Chieftain.

"Most Holy Slash!"

"Whoosh—"

The crescent-shaped beam of light collided with the orc's axe blade, and in an instant, even Batu Shatterskull was forced to retreat, then glared angrily at the Elf.

"Damn long ears!"

Rhea stood with her sword drawn, her expression calm. Countless souls of humans, Dwarf, and even orcs killed by the orcs appeared around her, their bodies covered in blood, their expressions filled with resentment.

"Revenge!"

I'm going to kill you!

That was the power of a legendary Paladin — the Vengeance Soul! In an instant, countless vengeful spirits swarmed in from all directions, joining Rhea in attacking the Orc Chieftain. Ed finally regained his senses, swinging his warhammer, its bright yellow light flashing like a sudden storm.

"Clang! Clang clang!"

Countless clanging sounds of metal clashing rang out, making it impossible for mortals to see their movements clearly. The Dwarf and Elf cooperated, attacking the orcs from different directions, and the Elf even sprouted angel-like wings from their backs.