Chapter 647 The Beginning of the War

"Woo——"

At the top of the dwarf palace, the horn made of the tibia of a giant beast was blown again, emitting a majestic and long roar.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Dwarf messengers rode goats across the cliffs to convey the news to the dwarf warriors scattered throughout the country.

Immediately, all the dwarves who heard the sound of the horn were startled, and they all set off to the dwarf palace.

——Finally arrived, the army of Burning Ember Empire.

The dwarf warrior who was sleeping with the hammer suddenly woke up, spit hard, and then skillfully put on his carefully crafted armor.

The dwarf who was mining gold in the mine wiped the sweat from his head and returned resolutely.

The dwarf craftsman who was constantly hammering metal in the blacksmith shop also dipped the red-hot knife into the water, and the cold water boiled instantly, making a crackling sound.

"The Ember Empire is so powerful. No wonder it conquered North IJssel."

Ed looked at the overwhelming imperial army in the distance, marching like a natural disaster, and couldn't help but sigh sincerely.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "I was originally worried that letting Zain evacuate was a wrong choice, but now it seems that our chance of winning is indeed extremely slim."

In his hundreds of years of life, Ed had never seen such an army.

Behind him, the dwarf veteran Bjorn walked out slowly and comforted: "Your Majesty, why do you need to worry?

We have made all necessary preparations. All we can do now is to do our best, and how things develop will be left to our descendants. "

Ed smiled and said: "However, I want to see how far we can go. At least we must let these evil dragon relatives know that dwarves are a tough nut to crack!

He thought for a moment and then asked: "Has the dwarf altar contacted Father God?"

Bjorn shook his head and sighed: "There is still no news. It is said that for the last battle of Blackstone Mountain, the orc god system launched an attack on our dwarf god system, cutting off all channels from the kingdom of God to the material plane."

Ed raised his head, looked at the sky, and suddenly showed helplessness: "It seems that this time, we can only rely entirely on ourselves."

The famous "Lord of the Mountains" clenched the warhammer in his hand, feeling the power surging in his body, with a firm light in his eyes.

Unknowingly, following the sound of the horn, the dwarf warriors had rushed from all directions in Avendeldan and even the Alpine Kingdom, and gathered in the square with the tall stone statue of Mora.

Most of the old, weak, women and children evacuated from Avendeldan under the leadership of Prince Zen. The dwarves who can still stay are all the elites of the Alpine Kingdom and are the most brave and fearless dwarf warriors.

"The dragon's army is coming?"

"Where are they? I'm going to hammer them all to pieces! They're really the stuff of orcs, disturbing my dreams at this time."

"That's right, it's endless. I was forging a long sword just now. I was startled by the sound of the horn, and the embryo in my hand was destroyed!"

Noisy sounds filled the square, and the dwarves were whispering and discussing. There was no tension at all before the war, and they even began to talk about their parents' shortcomings.

Ed lowered his head and glanced at the rough faces with beards and different expressions. As the Lord of the Mountain, he was very familiar with these dwarves - he could even call each of them by name accurately.

These are his people, his warriors, and the people who can die generously with him.

Like most dwarves, they are rude, savage, and bold, but they also have hearts that are more stubborn than rocks and more crystal-clear and pure than gems.

For more than a hundred years, he has always fulfilled his responsibilities as a king and worked with his people to resist the invasion of foreign enemies. No matter whether it was Holy Fadland, the hill giant tribe or the orc army, they never made the dwarves surrender.

Now, Ed is about to lead his people into a battle that is almost impossible to win.

Looking at the dwarf warriors below, Ed was silent for a long time before he solemnly said: "You descendants of the mountains and rocks, the people of the Alpine Kingdom, the war has arrived!"

The dwarf king raised the warhammer in his hand and pointed to the distant horizon - a dark cloud-like shadow had already appeared there.

"Look, that's our enemy, the evil dragons from the north. They defeated North IJssel with overwhelming force a few months ago, and now, they want to conquer us!

They want to occupy our fortress, trample on our homeland, plunder our wealth, and enslave our people. You say - can we allow this to happen? "

"cannot!"

"Smash their heads in!"

"A bunch of beasts raised by orcs, bastards! They dare to attack our fortress, I want to make them look good!"

The dwarves were furious, and they all let out angry war cries, scrambling to express their disgust and disdain for the empire.

"Yes, we must not allow it!"

Ed looked at the angry faces of the dwarves, pointed to the land at his feet, and said in a deep voice: "Blackstone Mountain, this has been the home of our shield dwarves for thousands of years, and the place where our ancestors have lived for generations.

We dig ore and forge weapons on these mountains. The mountains are the greatest wealth of our dwarves, and now, we must dedicate everything to them. "

Finally, the dwarf king raised the warhammer in his hand, his eyes burst with the wrath of the mountains, and he let out a powerful war cry: "For Avendel Dan!"

"For Ivan Deldan!"

"Father God Moradin is above, fight for the shield dwarves, fight for Avendel Dan!"

The dwarves raised their warhammers and giant axes one after another, and let out deafening shouts, as heavy as the roar of mountains and rivers.

At the same time, the empire's army was also cheering for the Burning Empire and their emperor, and was rapidly marching in the direction of Avendel Dan.

With the invaded on one side and the aggressor on the other, the two sides of this upcoming war actually formed a subtle resonance at this moment.

"Quickly, arrange all the fortifications, we will make those arrogant evil dragon relatives pay the price!"

"Everyone, have the ballistae been installed?"

"Who moved the bunker stones here? Who is it? The bastard raised by the orcs!"

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The dwarf warriors gathered in the south of Avendeldan. They were busy building fortifications and placing defensive equipment.

For thousands of years, the biggest threat to the dwarves has been the orcs in the north, so most of their city defenses are located in the north. Over time, compared to the north wall, which has been repaired and repaired time and time again, the city defense on the south wall has become much weaker.

Fortunately, Avendeldan is built on a mountain and has the inherent advantage of a dangerous terrain, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

The south, like the north, has to go through a long and narrow valley before reaching the real city wall of Avendeldan.

Most of the invaders were blocked from that "Road of Glory" and could not even enter the perimeter of Avendeldan, let alone capture this complete fortress.

The dwarves were busy when they suddenly heard dull roars, roars, and countless noisy sounds coming from the plains outside.

"What's that noise?"

"Quick, look!"

"What are you doing? Don't bother me. I'm worried about how to install this trebuchet on it." The old dwarf Cord, who was concentrating on designing the mechanism, was tapped on the shoulder and said impatiently.

As a well-known master craftsman, Code has a heavy burden and needs to be responsible for a large area of ​​​​city defense work.

But the dwarf still didn't stop, and his tone became more frightened and surprised: "That's the army of the Ember Empire? Is that the descendant of the evil dragon?"

Seeing the reaction of his companions, Cord finally realized that something was wrong.

The dwarf looked out curiously, but he couldn't help but open his mouth. He saw a sight that he would never forget - on the ground, giant steel beasts roared forward, kicking up billows of smoke and dust.

In the sky, the flying dragons flapped their wings like dense clouds, almost covering half of the sky and casting mottled shadows on the earth.

"Father God Moradin, how could there be such an army!" Cord couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Moradin on top!"

"God, what on earth is this? Is this our enemy?"

The dwarves in the Southern Glory Road looked at the menacing imperial army in disbelief, with shock and fear rarely appearing on their bearded faces.

"No, don't worry, our dwarves' equipment is unrivaled in the world!" Cord pretended to be calm and reluctantly comforted his companions.

"Yes, yes, no matter what they are, as long as they enter this path of glory, they will be killed by our clever trap!"

"They can't capture Avendeldan!"

These dwarves live deep in the mountains all year round and have little contact with the outside world. They do not understand the drastic changes that the empire's military-industrial system has brought to the world in recent years.

But soon, they will understand everything at the cost of blood.

Steam tanks gathered in front of the valley, surrounding the entrance like undulating mountains. The "Road of Glory" in the south of the city is also quite narrow, and can only accommodate two tanks at most.

But for the Empire's troops - that was enough.

Dror stood on the top of the "Emperor's Wrath" tank, holding a loudspeaker and shouting in the direction of Evandeldan: "Dwarves, you'd better be wiser and surrender to the empire as soon as possible.

If you surrender before the war, the great Ember Emperor Cassius can still let you live and lead you to a bright future."

The hobgoblin general's attempts to persuade him to surrender seemed very passive. Although he said so, he really didn't want the dwarves of the Alpine Kingdom to surrender.

After all, conquering the enemy and taking in prisoners are two completely different achievements. The former is the pride of the empire, while the latter is a job that even a fool can do.

Although he was reluctant in his heart, Dror continued to read according to the manuscript given by the Imperial Council: "The Burning Ember Empire's visit to Avendeldan this time is mainly to safeguard the fairness and justice of the Fiansu Continent, and to treat the people here. The dwarves will protect and completely wipe out the orcs in the north."

Yes, protection.

A few days ago, the Ember Empire issued a formal declaration of war against the Alpine Dwarf Kingdom, believing that they were no longer able to resist the orcs in the north.

At this time, it is necessary to allow the more powerful Burning Ember Empire to station in Avendeldan, so that the continent can usher in true peace and avoid the southern invasion of the orcs.

This memorandum of war was so high-sounding that it made many dwarf ministers furious, angrily denouncing that they were being treated as fools. This damn evil dragon was clearly here for the dwarves' treasures!

But they didn't know that in Cassius' mind, destroying the High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom was just a matter of convenience - the main enemy was still the green-skinned orcs.

"Shut up!"

A terrifying roar came from the valley, and a huge dwarf face slowly emerged on the steep rock wall.

Thousands of meters away, Ed pressed his hand on the rock wall, and his whole body emitted a yellowish-brown light. He resonated his spirit and body with Blackrock Mountain, and made a sound with the power of the mountains.

But at this moment, the dwarf king was full of anger, his beard and hair were erect, and he was obviously angered by the naked provocation of the Burning Empire.

"Damned dragon followers, put away your shameless means! These words are not even hypocritical, they only make me laugh!

I tell you, Avondeldan will never surrender, the High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom will never surrender, and the great shield dwarf clan will never surrender!"

Ed's voice was earth-shaking, which boosted the morale of the dwarves and cheered. This is their king, the true son of the mountains!

"For the Lord of the Mountains!"

"Shield dwarves will never surrender!"

Seeing this scene, Dror did smile grimly, nodded with satisfaction, drew out the saber at his waist, and pointed it at Avondeldan in the distance.

"In that case, all the people of the empire - destroy them!"

In an instant, accompanied by the spread of steam, those steel behemoths let out a dull roar and began to move towards Avondeldan, and the muzzles of those machine guns suddenly burst into brilliant flames.

Bullets poured out into the Glory Road like a rainstorm. Those dwarves hiding in the caves holding crossbows were caught off guard and were shot into sieves in an instant.

The dwarves are indeed tenacious, but they are also flesh and blood, unable to withstand dense machine gun bullets. Just a face-to-face encounter, they paid a terrible price.

The dwarves don't know much about the Burning Legion, but the Empire has detailed information about Avendeldan, and even knows the secret passages and their hiding places.

As a master craftsman, Code hid behind the fortifications, trembling at this time, without the pride just now: "How is it possible that there are still hundreds of meters away?"

He could only watch his companions fall one after another, bleeding, full of bullet holes, and wailing constantly, but he was powerless.

And not only the dwarves, but also the rock walls of the cave were full of bullet holes, and gravel flew. Such terrible destructive power has far exceeded the crossbows he made.

Such things can be found everywhere in the Empire's legions.

Kod was desperate. (End of this chapter)