Among the blue mountains, Berregost, close to the north, has been occupied by a large number of orcs.

The original owners here fled towards the south of Nogrod.

On the dwarf road in the heart of the Blue Mountains, a team of elves of thousands of people were rushing towards the interior of the Blue Mountains in the east after being ordered.

The Nogrod dwarves who received the notice in advance quickly moved quickly, preparing to face the enemy attacks that were about to come soon and the fugitive team.

...

At this time, the two Nordo royal armies near the mountains in the north gathered back and consolidated the long-standing Angban once again.

However, their scouts did not completely give up on the investigation, but continued to follow the wasteland route outside Berehend toward the Blue Mountains.

...

At this time, the hidden kingdom of Gangdulin, a mountain range in the heart of the north, was singing and dancing in peace, and the wheat fields drifted with the wind, and a prosperous scene.

...

At this time, the Supreme King of Nodo, Wang Fen Guoyu was standing on the top of the mountain fortress. He had just repelled the Angban army to break through the siege.

He was in a high place, his eyes looked down at the rivers in the northern plains and the three huge black volcanoes that were faintly visible at the end of his sight, with a smile on his lips.

There is Angban's portal - Sangoro Coneme.

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At this time, the territory of Dorias in the hinterland of Berreand was peaceful and peaceful. The highest king of the Sinda tribe, Elu Singge, was taking his own guards out to hunt, with arrows flying in his hands and the things were in full swing.

The southwest of the Grey Elves Kingdom is also peaceful, and their kings are wandering around the world.

The Faras people on the West Coast were also excited to sail, build ships, or sing a song facing the sea.

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At this time, in the blue mountains, two dwarf clans had merged together, facing the heavy atmosphere of the army that was constantly approaching.

The only one who fought with them was the rare Nando elves.

The attack on the dwarves was destined to disrupt the peaceful situation of Berreander, but by then it is still unsure whether the elves have time to regret it.

...

The heavy breathing was accompanied by the sound of deer hooves, and the echoed in the canyon was particularly obvious.

The curved canyon leads to the dark end shrouded by the forest. The white figure slowly moves forward in the gravel canyon, constantly rushing towards the direction where the end is.

The strong white big-horned deer's eyes were filled with fatigue at this moment, and this fatigue had been accumulated for a long time.

From the beginning to the Berregost, to the rapid escape, to the master on his back, running towards the fallen Berregost regardless of the danger of exposure.

Then, it went smoothly, or luckily avoided the enemy's sight that had not yet stood firm, entered a remote path, and then rushed through a series of tightening.

The big-horned deer has strong endurance, and as the deer king, it has amazing physical strength. However, no matter how strong the physical strength is, it cannot continuously support such consumption.

Therefore, Shire, who was riding a deer, had to slow down his pace of progress, reach out and slowly stroke the mane of the white deer's neck, and his eyes looked at the valley forest in the distance, as well as a towering peak that could be seen at the end of the forest.

The mountains on both sides seemed to have experienced an earthquake soon. The faint ticking sound reflected the blockage and interruption of a stream in a mountain in the canyon. Riding on the mount, the expression revealed in Charle's eyes was even more tired than the white deer under his crotch.

Go on the road, fight, hold on, flee...

This continuous situation left him without a moment of rest, and the dense army in his memory and the huge and ferocious wingless dragon also made him feel no idea of ​​relaxing and resting.

The war came too suddenly, and no one was prepared for it except the enemy.

Charles was even lightweight and didn't even wear a close-fitting armor.

Now, light clothes have turned into beggar's clothes, and the originally neat long black hair has become messy, and the forehead ornaments with their hair tied have long disappeared during the battle.

The mud and the clothes were scratched, and the handsome face was mixed with sweat stains and dust, perfectly expressing the word "smoked face".

It is because of his talent that he can live intact until now.

But no matter how strong his talent is, he cannot use it without any damage. He mobilizes shadows, inspires his spirit, and the double consumption of physical strength and soul makes him want to ignore all this and return to his territory to sleep for a long time.

However, if he really did this, everything would fail.

The dwarf allies that had joined forces for a short time, the thriving new kingdom, and all the familiar people and things seemed so vulnerable in front of the surging northern army.

And will the only hope really become hope...

Looking up at the towering mountain peak lingering in the clouds at the end of his sight, Charles suddenly patted his mount's neck, and the horned deer stopped in front of the dark forest.

Then he heard a loud whistle suddenly.

The surroundings were calm for a moment, and the sound of flapping wings came from the top of the head.

A blue lark fell skillfully on Charle's shoulder, jumped a few times, and turned his head and chirped at him.

This bird was the first to communicate with and the deepest feelings for him.

Shire once called it a spoof, because it likes to jump around very much, but finally thinking about it, it seems that it is not appropriate to call a bird a chicken, so it is simply called jumping.

Usually, the Shire doesn't need to be too much, and he will always fly and be active nearby when he is summoned. He will quickly come over, and this is naturally no exception.

He raised his hand to signal the little guy to jump onto his palm, and then touched its soft little head, Charles used his own mental trick to "instruct it" in a low voice.

After blinking his little eyes, the bird nodded as if it was, and then flapped its wings and flew away with a whoosh.

Charles turned over and fell down the white deer, and sat on the gravel-covered surface regardless of his image and rested.

The white big-horned deer, more than two meters tall, slowly walked to a stream not far away near the forest and lowered her head to drink water, and her tired expression gradually eased.

At this time, there were already dense orc troops outside the city-state of Nogrod in the distance.

Not long after, when he looked up and saw a group of black dots appear in the sky, Charles then stood up, straddled the white deer again, and ran into the forest without hesitation.

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The sunset shone and night fell. After the gathering of troops outside Nogrod, several huge sheepish cannibals struggled to push the heavy siege hammers, and headed towards the steel gate of the dwarf city-state.

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Charles crossed the long and dark wooded road and ran on a rugged field full of pits and dead bodies.

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The rhythmic rumbling sound continued to come in. When Nogrod was located, countless arrows flew out from the hidden rock arrow holes on both sides of the mountain and the upper part, and shot the sheep cannibals who were sieves and nearby enemy troops.

The arrows were sharp, and the flames burned all over the body had to avoid the edge of the enemy for a while and hid behind the army and stared at them.

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Shire finally arrived at the target mountain, looked up at the huge mountain that looked extremely tall under the night but bare and without plants. He turned over and relied on his shadow to climb towards the top of the mountain quickly.

From a distance, he looked like a tiny spider climbing on a huge rock.

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The battle situation in Nogrod became increasingly fierce. The originally heavy and hard steel gate was already loosened with a lot of blood, and the impact sound became more and more harsh.

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Charles had climbed to the hillside, and looked through the cold moonlight. Above was the top of the mountain that was already faintly visible, and below was the deep high altitude hidden under the hazy night.

The originally full of "strength" in his body was already on a dangerous line. He raised his head to face the remaining distance, gritted his teeth and moved forward bravely again.

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Time keeps passing, the bright starry sky becomes more dazzling, and the cold moonlight is also appearing and disappearing with dark clouds.

Humans, elves, and most of the creatures in various places have fallen into deep sleep, but the hustle and bustle in the blue mountains is still active, or intensified.

The siege hammers kept ramming, and the bodies were piled up like mountains, but they were repeatedly transported away.

In the square, a large number of orcs staring at the crumbling steel gate ahead, with bloodthirst and excitement flashing in their eyes.

final,

Accompanied by a powerful impact force, the gate of Nogrod broke open!

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At the same time, in the dark, Charles had successfully climbed to the top of the unknown mountain.

The wind was heard around him, and the cold moonlight was shrouded in his steep position on the top of the mountain, holding the small hammer borrowed from the dwarf king in his hand, taking a deep breath, and knocked hard at the huge rock under him!

clang--!
Chapter completed!