Crisis on the Burning Steppes

General Angerforge looked at the Blackhand Legion, whose morale soared as though they had not just suffered a defeat, and heard their chants. Having battled the Blackrock Clan for twenty years, he understood at once and cried out, "No! He's back—Rend Blackhand!"

But General Angerforge realized it too late. Like tigers descending the mountain, the Blackhand Legion swiftly crashed into the Ironfury Legion's lines. The Dark Iron Dwarf warriors, who had just won a battle and were still riding high, were cut down by the Blackhand Legion as easily as chopping vegetables.

Knowing there was a vast, heaven-and-earth gap between his strength and Rend's, General Angerforge did not step forward. Instead, he made use of the Dwarven command skills he excelled at.

Even if General Angerforge was perhaps the strongest commander among the Dwarves alive today, before absolute power, he finally understood what despair truly meant.

With Rend leading from the front, the Blackhand Legion became a pack of bloodthirsty beasts. Nothing remained in their minds but battle. Fearlessly, they charged the Ironfury Legion. A single veteran of the Blackhand Legion could suppress five Dark Iron Dwarf warriors of the Ironfury Legion.

Even more despairing was that many Blackhand Legion veterans had clearly suffered mortal wounds. Their bodies bristled with arrows, and they were burned beyond recognition, yet they still charged the Ironfury Legion, squeezing out and burning away their life force.

The newly reformed Ironfury Legion, filled with many recruits, soon had its morale torn apart by the Blackhand Legion. They abandoned their defenses, forgot their earlier victory, and fled desperately toward Blackrock Depths on their short little legs.

Watching the Ironfury Legion rout, General Angerforge killed several fleeing Dark Iron Dwarf warriors in succession, yet he still could not stop the collapse.

Most crucially, Rend had already noticed