"Stop those bugs climbing the wall!"
Suddenly, the roar of human guards came from above.
Lizardfolk is exposed.
At the same time, the Lizardfolk leader let out a sharp hiss.
Lizardfolk, who was climbing, raised his head upward almost at the same time, opened his mouthparts full of fine fangs, and streams of dark green viscous liquid spurted out like water arrows.
Tsk--!
The corrosive liquid fell on the stone platform, corroding the rock at a speed visible to the naked eye. The archers felt their feet trembled and were unstable, and their aim tilted a bit.
Lizardfolk no longer covered their bodies and rushed forward as fast as possible, trying to assassinate archers, Warlock Shaman and other long-range units.
However, things backfired.
Whoosh whoosh!
A Mingye Barbarians guard climbed on the cliff like a vigorous ape, and also ran towards Lizardfolk as if walking on flat ground. They met at hand-to-hand combat, with battle axes and heavy swords unstoppable. Lizardfolk was quickly killed and eliminated.
Berserk Strike!
Ye Barbarians seemed to have flames igniting in his eyes, and his movements suddenly moved quickly.
Lizardfolk The leader's head shot up into the sky and was decapitated by an axe. However, the monster was tenacious and refused to die. Its sharp tail blinded the berserker's elite right eye.
Quietly, while the little boss Barbarians roared angrily, a shadow emerged from behind him.
Doug's dagger wiped the berserker's neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Ho ho ho. Ye Barbarians opened his eyes wide, and he struck out with an ax in his backhand, but it fell into the air. The insidious Kobold assassin had quietly disappeared.
"Smash it open!"
Ogre The leader Baroque roared loudly.
He and the other strongest Ogre rushed to the huge gate side by side, swung heavy and hard steel weapons engraved with alchemical strengthening runes, and struck hard.
Boom--!!!
A heart-stopping, dull sound echoed across the pass.
The huge impact caused the entire gate to tremble violently, and dust and gravel from the top fell.
The heavy gate kept denting inward, and the door bolt groaned under the load. Even though it was made of hard metal and had magical protection imposed by Warlock Shaman, it still could not withstand the attack of Ogre.
As the Ogres attacked ferociously, more gravel fell and large cracks appeared on the door panel.
"Hold on! Hold on to the gate!"
The roars of human warriors came from behind the door, mixed with the creaking sounds of wood being squeezed to the limit.
The archers on the top of the cliff were distracted by the venom attack from Lizardfolk, and the arrow rain became sparse for a short time.
Gnoll leader seized this fleeting opportunity and let out a bloodthirsty roar in his throat, "Wolf cubs! Follow me!"
He no longer clung to the wall, and like a gray lightning, he rushed towards the narrow and relatively safe blind spot under the gate with Gnoll against the sparse rain of arrows.
They will use their claws and teeth to tear apart the spears that are trying to stick out from behind the door, buying time for Ogre.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Click!
With a crisp sound, a thick door bolt broke completely.
The gate was knocked open with a gap large enough to allow Ogre to pass sideways.
"Roar--!" Ogre leader let out a roar of victory, grabbing the edge of the door panel with his huge palms, his knotted muscles bulging like granite, trying to completely tear this obstacle into pieces.
However, the moment the gate was knocked open.
A hot, violent breath mixed with the smell of sweat, metal and Bloodshed hit his face, making even Ogre feel palpitations.
Baroque had just squeezed half of his body through the gap, and his eyes were suddenly shrouded in a surging shadow!
Those are not human soldiers.
They are the elite berserker warriors of Orc! Ironblood Tribe!
They were like evil ghosts crawling out of Hell magma. They were all over two meters tall. Their knotted muscles were covered with scars and smeared with dark red war patterns. Their vital parts were covered with rough and thick plate armor. Their exposed arm and calf muscles were like coiled tree roots.
In their hands, they wielded huge double-edged battle axes that were almost the same as human height, with blades full of serrations and notches, heavy flails, and giant hammers with ferocious barbs.
The few Orcs at the front had their eyes as red as blood, their muscles tightened and shrunk like living creatures, and inhuman roars rolled in their throats.
--This is the reaction of turning on Rage and the violent state at the same time.
"Kill!!"
The thunderous Orc war cry erupted from behind the gate, almost shattering the smell of Bloodshed in the air.
What greeted Baroque was a war hammer with a sharp roar!
The warhammer hit his thick chest firmly, making a dull sound like beating leather. Baroque's huge body shook violently. The skin on his chest cracked, revealing the tough muscle texture, and the Shattersteel pieces embedded in the flesh made a clanking sound.
The severe pain made Ogre furious.
He roared wildly, and smashed his huge fist at the berserker who attacked him with great force.
Boom! The fist missed and hit the rock wall next to it hard, causing gravel to fly everywhere.
The Orc berserker dodged sideways with astonishing agility. The battle ax in his left hand struck Baroque's thick arm. The ax blade was deeply embedded in the tough flesh, but was stuck by the hard bones inside.
Baroque grabbed Orc's helmet with his other hand, like grabbing a rag doll, and threw it to the ground, then raised his heavy leg and stepped down frantically.
Click!
The heartbreaking sound of bone cracking.
Orc's head shattered like a rotten watermelon, and red and white stuff splashed all over Baroque.
But more berserkers rushed up crazily like sharks that smelled Bloodshed! Heavy weapons fell on Ogre like a storm, making a heart-stopping muffled sound.
Baroque's huge body became the best target.
He roared angrily and waved his mace, sending the two Orcs who couldn't dodge flying away and crashing into the rock wall, but in an instant, more weapons came to him.
"Hold on!"
The other Ogre finally squeezed in, their huge bodies temporarily blocking the gap.
They waved their weapons, and every swing could cause a bloody storm. A Orc Berserker was hit in the waist by a stone stick, and his whole body flew out like a broken sack, knocking down several companions, and fragments of internal organs spurted out from his mouth.
But Orc's counterattack was equally fierce. A Orc holding a huge flail, spinning an iron ball covered with spikes, hit the side of a Ogre's knee hard. A creepy cracking sound was heard, and Ogre's hill-like body knelt down on one knee in pain.
Another Orc Berserker seized the opportunity, jumped up high, and struck Ogre on the back of the neck with his double-edged battle ax with all his strength.
The ax blade cut off the thick neck bones, the huge head rose into the sky with a shower of hot blood, and the headless corpse fell crashing down.
The small space behind the gate instantly turned into a flesh and blood mill.
Ogre's roar, Orc's war cry, the sound of bones breaking, the sound of weapons piercing flesh, and the dying screams mixed into a cruel symphony.
Thick plasma flowed freely on the rough ground, mixed with soil and Shatter's internal organs, making it sticky and slippery when stepped on.
Lak, other Gnoll, and a small number of people outside the gate tried to rush into the gap to support, but were stopped by the leader of Kobold, yelling, "Idiot! Above!"
Lak looked up and saw that because the gate was knocked open, the human archers got rid of the interference of the venom and were bending their bows again to set arrows. What was even more terrible was that he saw several figures wearing thick animal skin robes and oil paint on their faces appearing on the edge of the cliff.
--Shaman of the Dawn Tribe.
One of them, old Shaman, held up a staff inlaid with mammoth tusks and unknown crystals, chanting obscure spells in his mouth, and the crystal on the top of the staff suddenly lit up with a dazzling white light!
"Spread out!"
Gnoll dead souls emerged and screamed.
Boom! A thick white lightning tore through the air and fell from the sky with deafening thunder.
Gnoll's worries are unnecessary. The target is not Gnoll on the ground, but Ogre.
The lightning accurately struck a Ogre holding the war hammer high, and the dazzling white light instantly engulfed it. It didn't even have time to scream. Its body was blackened, carbonized, and trembling violently. The Orc berserker's complementary attack ended its life.
And when other monsters want to rush to help.
Dawn Tribe's wild Barbarians jumped down one by one like cannonballs, rushing in the wave composed of Gnoll and Kobold. Coupled with the attacks of the archers and Warlock Shaman, they were overwhelmed.
The battle inside the gate also took a turn for the worse.
Old Shaman waved his staff, and pale lightning fell again and again. The Ogres suffered heavy casualties, and were killed one by one by the cooperation of the berserker warriors.
Now only Baroque and another Ogre are left.
Although the two were extremely brave, they could not defeat each other with two fists. Under the siege of the Orc Berserker, who was not afraid of death, they were covered in blood and scarred.
Baroque An arm was cut off at the elbow by a giant axe, and blood spurted out from the fracture.
He wielded the mace with his only remaining arm and forced back several Orcs, but was caught by a Orcs behind who was holding a heavy two-handed giant sword.
There was a huge wound on Orc Kuangzhan's chest, but he seemed to be fine.
He took a deep breath, his muscles tensed, his eyes were blood red, and the giant sword brought all the strength of his body and the inertia of the charge, like a black lightning, stabbing Baroque in the back of the heart.
Poof! The giant sword penetrated Ogre's thick back, and dripping flesh and blood came out from the chest.
Ogre's movements froze for an instant, and he looked down at the bloody sword tip emerging from his chest in disbelief.
His huge body shook a few times, and there was a strange roaring sound in his throat. The fierce light in his eyes quickly dimmed, but at the moment he was about to fall to the ground, he looked back and the mace suddenly shot up again and hit Orc's head, causing it to burst like a watermelon.
At this time, the last Ogre was also pierced by several weapons at the same time, and fell to the ground after letting out a final scream.
At the gap in the gate, the Orc berserkers stepped on the huge corpse of Ogre, waving their bloody weapons and letting out a roar of victory! Their red eyes crossed the blood-stained gate and stared at the molten iron cannon fodder outside who fell into a brief chaos because their leader was killed.
Molten Iron Tribe's offensive, after paying a heavy price, was abruptly strangled outside the pass.
Blackstone Pass was like the blood-stained fangs of a giant beast, chewing up and swallowing the waves of molten iron soldiers that were charging towards them.
"Aren't you coming down yet?"
Skull-eater Skar whispered in his heart.
He is the senior leader of the Dawn Tribe's wild Barbarians. He did not directly participate in the battle. He just stared at the sky in the shadow of the pass, his eyes locked on the white dragon shadow soaring in the sky, ready to fight.
This offensive and defensive battle was very fierce.
Molten Iron Tribe was at a disadvantage, but their counterattack was not weak and caused them many casualties. The entire Blackstone Pass seemed to have turned into a flesh and blood mill.
However, now that the situation has developed, the outcome has been decided.
Ogre's corpse blocked part of the gate gap, but it could not stop the bloodthirsty desire of Orc's berserker.
They Furious Roar, like ferocious beasts that have broken free of their shackles, leap over the corpses of their companions and enemies, roar out of the narrow shadow of the pass, and pounce on the Molten Iron Legion forwards who are in chaos on the plain.
"Up on it, on top of it!"
Gnoll Supervisor's voice was sharp and deformed due to fear. He waved his long whip and beat hard Gnoll and Kobold who were cowering because the Ogre leader was killed. The crisp crack of the whip and the Supervisor's scream seemed so weak in front of Orc's war cry.
Kobold Doug flapped its wings and appeared quietly where Shaman was.
Tear!
He slashed the old Shaman's neck with his dagger, slit his throat and killed him. Then he disappeared again under the frightened and angry gazes of the surrounding wild Barbarians guards. When he reappeared, he was waving his wings in mid-air.
"Retreat!"
The chapter leader of Iron Will issued the order to retreat.
The monsters, whose morale was already shattered, fought and retreated, leaving corpses all over the ground as humans and Orc pursued them.
"Why don't you take action? What is the meaning of this White Dragon?"
Skullsplitter frowned, feeling a little uneasy for no reason.
At this moment, his Communication Artifact began to tremble violently.
--Ancestral Spirit Altar was attacked!
Tens of seconds ago, in the north of Borderlands, the ancestor worship place of the Dawn Tribe.
Ironspine Mountains's spine was silent in the night. Ancestral Altar was embedded at the top of the main peak. The flat ground was carved with ancient rock paintings, depicting ancient Hunt, war and star totems.
The ancestral guards stand like ancient rocks, their totem patterns glowing faintly in the shadows.
Their physiques far exceed those of ordinary wild Barbarians warriors. They wear hard leather armor inlaid with thick bone plates, and their exposed skin is imprinted with complex and dense tattoo patterns. They tell the stories of the Dawn Tribe ancestors from ancient times to the present who have challenged nature and Hunt ferocious beasts, exuding a sense of heaviness accumulated over time.
Ancestor Shaman Leoni, a thin but tall old woman, with long silver-gray hair braided into numerous thin braids, hanging down to her waist.
She is the most powerful Shaman in the Dawn Tribe and the oldest wise man. She watched the birth of the contemporary leader Brunhilde, and received her blessing when he was an infant. She is highly respected and has a high status in the Dawn Tribe.
Leoni's eyes were slightly closed, and his lips moved silently.
She seemed to be listening to the whispers from the depths of the earth, and she seemed to be praying to the sleeping souls of her ancestors.
Suddenly, her heart tightened, as if being grasped by invisible hands, and she felt an extremely dangerous palpitation.
Buzz--!
A sharp tearing sound suddenly pierced the dead silence.
Not the mountain wind, not the thunder.
Instead, something tears the air apart at a terrifying speed, creating a sound of death that is enough to make rocks tremble!
Leoni Shaman opened her eyes suddenly, there was no cloudiness in those old eyes, and the bone staff in her hand slammed heavily on the stone surface of the altar.
"Enemy attack! Ancestral Spirit Bless!"
Her hoarse voice carried a strange resonance, almost covering up the piercing scream, as if awakening the sleeping mountain soul.
At the same time, the surrounding ancestral guards seemed to be hit by invisible heavy hammers, and instantly erupted from a quiet state into a terrifying momentum.
The four guards guarding the core area of the altar raised their heads almost instinctively at the same time. The muscles of their arms gripping their weapons tensed like steel cables, and the totem patterns on their bodies instantly lit up with dazzling light.
However, it's too late.
The majestic, ferocious dragon shadow, whose whole body looks like a peerless weapon, is already in front of you.
Death Omen, he is coming!
"Listen, Extinction's Silence!"
Boom!
The dragon's shadow was as blazing as a falling meteor, tearing out long tail marks in the sky, carrying flaming lightning and destructive shock waves that could ignite the air, and hit the mountain peak with incomparable precision.
Click--! Boom--!
The earth shook and the mountains shook. After being strengthened by magic, the rocky ground as hard as iron exploded, shattered, and lifted like fragile thin ice.
The guard in the center was killed on the spot, with no bones left. A deep annular impact crater was formed instantly. Huge spiderweb-like cracks centered on the impact point, spreading crazily in all directions, and the entire mountain peak was crumbling.
Later.
The majestic figure slowly stood up from the dust and gravel, making the air solidify into iron.
Red Iron Dragon stretched its wings, and black Silver Dragon scales with many cracks covered the whole body. The cold air spread out, freezing the surrounding ground inch by inch and staining it with frost.
"Humans, use the remains of your Ancestral Spirit to sacrifice my battle flag and soothe the souls of the molten iron warriors."
The extremely aggressive and dangerous eyes swept over the surviving ancestor guards and old Shaman, Red Iron Dragon said slowly.
As the words fell, two shadows enveloped the ruins of the mountain peak at the same time.
Iron Dragon Sorog and the red dragon Samantha, two Young Adult Dragon fluttering one on the left and one on the right, circling around Red Iron Dragon, with a fierce look in their eyes.
Ignas Siblings, taking advantage of Blackstone Pass's war to attract Dawn Tribe's attention, took advantage of Dragonkin's ability to dominate the sky, and launched a surprise attack on Ancestral Altar of the Dawn Tribe.
With Ancestral Altar here, those wild Barbarians leaders can be rescued as long as they don't die on the spot.
Moreover, Dawn Tribe's beliefs are condensed here and it is the place where their spirit rests.
As long as this place is destroyed and Dawn Tribe humans are devastated, no matter whether they become angrier or their morale plummets, the casualties Blackstone Pass pays will all be worth it.
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