Chapter 572 Battle of Blackrock Mountain

If you want to enter Avendeldan, you must first pass through a long and narrow valley in front of Blackstone Mountain, which is called the Road of Glory by the dwarves.

The terrain here is steep, with towering rock walls on both sides, and a fault zone connected by a stone bridge in the middle. There are majestic stone statues standing on both sides.

They are Dumason, the god of minerals and gems, Clanjadin Silverbeard, the dwarf god of heroic war, Thad Harr, the dwarf god of hunting, and Gunder Guthin, the dwarf god of defense and guarding.

And deep in the Road of Glory, there is a goddess with a thick beard who is particularly beautiful in the eyes of the dwarves. She is the dwarf goddess of love and fertility, Sherindl.

As the gateway to Avendeldan, it is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

On the nearly vertical rock walls on both sides, there are tunnels dug by dwarves, fortifications built everywhere, and there are bunkers on the top of the cliff.

At the end of the valley is an extremely strong city wall, which the dwarves proudly call the "Orc Tombstone".

Over the past thousands of years, the northern orcs have invaded thirteen times southward, eight of which were blocked outside the "orc tombstone".

The walls are covered with old, mottled bloodstains. Although they have been repaired, it can still be seen that the tragic battles that took place here demonstrate its illustrious achievements.

The dwarf warriors wearing heavy armor, holding sophisticated crossbows and short spears were waiting on the city wall and lurking in the tunnels on both sides of the rock wall.

On the city wall, the dwarf general Tolu Aaron, wearing heavy armor of animal skins and a horn helmet, raised his head and drank the strong wine in the barrel.

He wiped the remaining wine from the corner of his mouth, his cheeks turned red, his eyes were about to burst out with fire, and he roared at the dwarf soldiers in front of him: "Brother, where are the brothers!

This time we have to keep them out of the wall so that these orc bastards can't even see the walls of Avendeldan!

Smash them! "

The strong smell of alcohol permeated the city walls, but no one found it pungent.

It is perfectly normal for dwarves to drink alcohol before going into battle to keep their spirits high.

In response to their general's drinking, the dwarf warriors became even more motivated to fight. They raised their warhammers high and let out cheerful cheers.

"Long live King Ed!"

"Smash them! Evindeldan will never fall!"

"The mountain kingdom is eternal!"

The dwarves appeared on the hills, in the tunnels, and on the city walls. They were waiting for the orc army to appear.

The last time the orcs invaded was four hundred years ago, and only the oldest dwarf priests had experienced it personally, and the vast majority of dwarf warriors were not yet born at that time.

Despite this, the dwarves still have plenty of confidence. They firmly believe that the Alpine Kingdom has the best equipment and the most powerful warriors in the entire Fiantho.

"These damn bastards who believe in Gruumsh, if it weren't for them, I would still be drinking and having fun at the banquet."

Cursing, the dwarf general Tolu climbed up to the watchtower and looked into the distance, only to see a scene that made him wake up instantly.

"O great Moradin"

Countless crazy orcs were seen occupying the distant wilderness like a mottled wave, mixed with hill giants, ogres, goblins and other evil creatures.

Orc cavalry riding wargs galloped across the land, while in the sky, vultures and giant eagles circled, as well as many devil mercenaries from hell.

Looking at this horrific scene, his hands trembled slightly, and he couldn't even hold the wine glass firmly. The barrel that still contained some wine fell off the city wall and smashed to pieces.

Although he claims to be the number one warrior in the Alpine Kingdom, Tolu Aaron never thought that the orc army would be so menacing and powerful.

Compared with orcs, dwarves have an absolute advantage in individual strength. Although dwarves are not as tall as ordinary humans, their high-density muscles and strong barrel-like bodies make them far heavier than ordinary people.

Dwarves are natural warriors. They have superb fighting skills and tenacity. They can endure physical and magical damage and crush their enemies with heavy hammers made by themselves. The shield dwarves of the Alpine Kingdom are the best among them.

But they also have a fatal flaw - they are scarce in number and have weak reproductive capacity.

Even the Alpine Kingdom, which is the most populous dwarf kingdom in Fiantho, has no more than one hundred thousand citizens, and most of the dwarves are scattered in the mountains.

In the capital of the Alpine Kingdom, Avendeldan, there are only more than 20,000 dwarves. Excluding the old, weak, sick and disabled, there are only 12,000 warriors who can resist the orcs.

On the desolate Ugo prairie, the orcs reproduced desperately, almost turning over the turf in search of food.

For hundreds of years, dozens of orc tribes have attacked and killed each other according to bloody traditions, competing to find the strong one who can win Gruumsh's favor.

Until now, the powerful orc chief Batu Skullshatter has led the Red Fang tribe to conquer twenty-three large clans and one hundred and fourteen small clans.

He integrated more than one million orcs in the Ugo Grassland, gathered all his strength, and followed the will of the great father God Gruumsh to invade south again.

Coupled with the mercenaries of Hell, as well as slave races such as goblins, ogres, and hill giants, the size of the orc army has reached dozens of times the size of the dwarves stationed in Avendeldan.

This is an extremely scary number! Most dwarf warriors have never seen so many orcs in their lives.

In the torrent of the orc army, the desert land dragon snorted dully, and its high ridged back was covered with yellow-green weeds, like a hillside on the grassland.

At the top of the back, there was a throne made of white bones, and on it was an extremely tall and strong orc.

He wore shoulder armor made of dragon scales and horns, and his naked upper body was covered with bloody runes.

The face of this orc was also particularly hideous, with huge dark yellow fangs exposed, and only one eye full of murderous intent was left - and the other eye was covered with leather, but the hideous scratches could still be seen.

It is said that in a battle with the Titan God, this orc chieftain did not avoid the long sword stabbing at his cheek, and smashed the opponent's head with a battle axe, thus earning the name of "Skull Crusher".

And Batu.Skull Crusher also lost his left eye forever - just like their father god, "One-eyed God" Gruumsh.

After that battle, the orcs worshipped Batu even more, believing that he was the messenger sent by the Father God, a strong man who could lead the orcs to conquer the world.

Looking at the majestic fortress gradually emerging in the distance, Batu.Skullbreaker slowly stood up from the bone throne, picked up the bloody axe at his feet, and smiled wildly.

"Hahahaha, we are finally here, Avendeldan, the city that will soon belong to us orcs."

Next to him, the hunchbacked and old-looking orc shaman was excited and said in a low voice:

"Great, great, the Father God is watching us, and the orcs' thousand-year wish is about to come true.

I heard the Father God's joyful voice, he recognized you!

Lord Batu, you are the hero chosen by the Father God, you will lead the orcs to conquer this continent and show the world the power of Gruumsh!"

The old shaman stepped forward, took out a handful of blood-red powder, smeared them on the forehead of the orc chief, and drew a one-eyed symbol between his eyebrows.

——That is the emblem of Gruumsh, the eye that never closes.

At the moment when the one-eyed god drew it, Batu.Skullbreaker felt a violent force filling his body, and the blood in his body was burning.

"Ah——"

The desire for killing, the ambition to conquer, and the flame of revenge instantly ignited his heart. The orc chief raised the giant axe in his hand, and the blood-red light seemed to split the sky.

"It is the Father God who appeared!"

"Praise the great one-eyed god! Praise Gruumsh!"

The orcs looked up at the blood light in the sky, and those turbid eyes were filled with fanatical faith.

Finally, their eyes focused on Batu.Skullbreaker. The orc chief was panting and adapting to this powerful force.

Soon, the runes all over his body were glowing with blood-red halo, and the only remaining bloodshot one eye was filled with fighting spirit and fanaticism, and the extremely strong aura overflowed and turned into a fierce hurricane.

Batu stood up like this, overlooking the tens of thousands of orcs below, and raised the battle axe in his hand with one arm.

"Warriors, cheer, I have received the message from the Great Father!"

"If you want to die early, then show weakness. Those who are too weak to fight for your tribe should be pierced with spears!

The greatest gift given to the orcs by the watcher, the one-eyed god Gruumsh, is to enable the orcs to survive in places where weaker races will die.

Build your power on these lands, and then use them to defeat your enemies!"

Batu swung the axe again, and the messy blood light tore the heavy clouds, creating scarlet scars in the sky, and his voice became more and more passionate, like a war cry from the wilderness.

"Find an opportunity to launch an endless war against your enemies, to kill or enslave those who oppose you!

To gain territory, to gain living space. To destroy the elves, to destroy their homes, to destroy their land. To crush the dwarves, to take their caves and fortresses for yourself."

Finally, the orc chieftain spewed out smelly white smoke, raised his battle axe, and roared at the top of his lungs: "Destroy the mountain kingdom and conquer Avondeldan!"

"Destroy the mountain kingdom and conquer Avondeldan!"

The orcs all over the mountains roared in unison, their voices frightened the sky and made the earth tremble, far more fierce than the dwarves.

"Attack!"

"Crush them!"

The dwarf soldiers stationed behind the outermost walls and the rocks on the hills hastily responded to the battle and kept shooting arrows.

"Quick, stop them!"

"Too many, too many orcs!"

"Moradin, these ugly bastards are like rabbits on the grassland, they are simply countless!"

"Swoosh-swoosh-swoosh--"

Sharp arrows shot out, piercing the orcs directly and even nailing them to the ground, but the orcs behind them stepped on the corpses of their own tribe without hesitation.

There were only three or five hundred dwarves on the outermost defense line, but there were tens of thousands of orcs crowded outside the city wall.

Those arrows sank silently into the orcs like throwing into a mottled river, only causing a little splash.

The leader of the orc tribe has begun to command the hill giants and half-giants to carry heavy tree trunks and slam into the wooden gate.

"Hey!"

"Boom-boom--"

The dull sound rang again and again, and the dwarves on the city wall continued to pour arrows down to the city, but it was still useless.

The strong dwarf warriors carried wine barrels and came out of the narrow tunnel next to them, throwing the barrels filled with strong wine and gunpowder at the orcs.

"Boom!"

The wine barrel suddenly shattered, causing a huge explosion. The overflowing flames instantly engulfed more than a dozen orcs, delaying the orcs' offensive slightly.

But soon, the dwarf warrior was hit by an arrow from an orc longbowman. Just as he was about to fight back, he was flattened by the gravel thrown by the hill giant.

Giant eagles and vultures circled in the air, listening to the bone whistle of the orc trainer, and swooped down from the sky from time to time to peck out the dwarves' eyes.

There were even several giant eagles surrounding a dwarf warrior, flapping their wings to block his sight, causing the dwarf who was unable to bear it to fall off the wall.

"Tear this dwarf to pieces!"

"His head is mine!"

In an instant, dozens of orcs who were eyeing the wall rushed up and tore the unfortunate dwarf into pieces.

Blood splattered everywhere, and pieces of meat flew everywhere. Under the tearing and snatching of the orcs, he didn't even have a complete arm left.

Under the fierce attack of tens of thousands of orcs, the hundreds of dwarf warriors at the forefront suffered heavy casualties, and many retreated to the tunnel.

Batu.Skullbreaker stood on the towering back of the grassland land dragon, pointing his giant axe at Avendeldan in the distance, and his heavy, hoarse voice spread all over the field.

"Destroy their walls and crush the fighting spirit of the dwarves!

Hahahaha, they will only fear us! Fear the existence of orcs!"

The hill giants and half-giants carrying tree trunks took over again, rushed to the bottom of the city wall, and hit the heavy oak door.

Along with the dull sound, the gaps and cracks on the city gate became more and more, and the dwarf soldiers guarding behind the door showed panic.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out, and the thick oak city gate finally couldn't bear the weight and completely shattered, revealing hundreds of dwarf warriors who were resisting behind.

"Hahaha! Charge!"

"Crush these dwarves! Sacrifice their blood to the Father!"

The hundreds of dwarf warriors in armor swung their sledgehammers and smashed the orcs in the front into meat patties, killing hundreds of orcs in an instant.

But the orcs rushed over one after another, and instantly overwhelmed the hundreds of dwarves.

"My brothers, the descendants of Moradin, never surrender!"

The dwarf warriors roared for the last time, and he swung his warhammer violently, smashing the head of an orc angrily, but was still stabbed by several short spears at the same time and fell to the ground.

In this way, the fanatical war cry echoed in the valley, and the orcs rushed into the "Glory Road" of the Mountain Kingdom like a flood.

Their goal is the capital of the Mountain Kingdom-Eldwyndane. (End of this chapter)