The refugees hiding in the inner fort were on the verge of collapse. They could hear cries, calls for help, and prayers all the time.
"Boom!"
There was another banging sound at the castle gate.
"If the Fairy Castle in the Lake is breached, then we are all doomed."
Neferata, the concubine of Emperor Settra, who was standing not far away, said mockingly to everyone present. Not far away from her, Khalida, the emperor of Settra, was also silent.
The battle between the two little sisters outside the city continued until Emperor Settra died in battle and all the Tomb King armies collapsed. They were forced to abandon the duel and retreat to the Fairy Castle in the Lake.
"Hey, Storm War God! Don't you claim that the divine fire is immortal and the Storm Fortress will never fall?"
Elrond couldn't help but come out and shout: "What's going on?"
"You believe their nonsense? Wow, you pointy-eared idiot is a real idiot!"
The incarnation of the Storm God of War spoke:
"I have never said such a thing. At first this boy (referring to Emperor Toril) did not believe in this evil. He personally climbed the cliff and came to my great temple, smashed Otto's head and stepped into my divine fire.
, hasn’t this place fallen once?”
"You damn liar!" Elon was a little angry.
"Try saying something again?" Storm War God was also angry: "Did I say that?"
"Shut up!"
High King Kalida spoke, and the dwarf glared at Elrond, and then asked Grand Duke Gros: "Is there not a path through which women, children, and the elderly can escape?"
Grand Duke Gros opened his mouth hesitantly: "It can't be said that there is no way."
"Is it yes or no?" Kalida asked.
"Storm Fortress has always had underground passages, and some trails can lead to the outside of the city, but they are useless. At most, two or three people can walk parallel to each other on the trails, and there are lowly Skaven and orc hybrids everywhere." Archduke Gross said bitterly.
said.
"Boom!!!"
There was a more violent banging sound from the castle gate, and the gate forged by the dwarves emitted an abnormal wail.
"So that's it?"
Sarkozy, the commander of the Cyril Empire, shouted: "We are like staying in a coffin now, waiting to die? That God of the High Elves? How long will it take for the ceremony to be completed?"
"It will take at least a few hours." The incarnation of the Lake Fairy Lilith said helplessly.
"How many hours? Ha!"
Sarkozy shook his head helplessly: "That's it, the incarnations of the Eight Winds cannot move at will, and most of our important combat capabilities have been restricted..."
"Boom!"
The soldiers blocking the gate flew out upside down. There were cracks in the gate latch and the steam power device of the Fairy Castle in the Lake. The steam engine screamed incessantly, and some pipes cracked, spewing out white smoke.
At this time, everyone's eyes were looking at Grand Duke Gros, the grand marshal of the three tribes coalition forces.
Grand Duke Gros frowned. He stood up slowly and looked at the castle gate in the distance. The orc army was outside the door.
Beleja, the king of the Eight Peaks Mountain, suddenly said:
"Your Excellency, do you still remember how we won?"
"Of course." Grand Duke Gros nodded.
"Don't lose courage, Grand Duke Gros. We will always be with you. Everyone has entrusted their trust to you. Your decision is our decision."
Belegar brandished the Hammer of Angrond and shouted, "Listen, there is something coming from outside."
"Boom!!!"
There was another heavy hammer, and the door had deformed, but everyone could hear it. In addition to the sound of the battering ram hitting the door, there were other sounds that could not be heard clearly.
"Then, let's rush again."
Grand Duke Groth looked at everyone in the hall, including the Shires, Albreks, Batorians, Siriels, high elves, dwarves, and the remnants of the undead.
"That's right!"
High King Kalida was so excited that he hammered his armor with his fist: "That's right! That's right, it smells bad! It doesn't even have any blood, how can you be a general marshal?"
"Get out! Get out and face Dranosh's army!"
Grand Duke Gros roared:
"For Storm Fortress, for the whole world, and for all those who died fighting for world peace and evil, let us blow our horn for the last time!"
"Yes Yes!"
The dwarves were excited. High King Kalida nodded slowly. No wonder Grand Duke Gros could please the dwarves.
"Count us, Cyril!" Sarkozy's extremely arrogant face finally showed a smile: "If Cyril's man wants to die, he will die on the way to charge!"
"The Lady of the Lake is here, and the Holy Grail Knights are willing to fight for you!" Redsfield, the new Grand Master of the Holy Grail Knights, shouted.
"If it ends like this, that's not bad." Elrond walked up and patted Grand Duke Gros on the shoulder: "My people and I will follow you."
"Charging is not my strength, but I would rather die than regret it." Galadriel strode forward.
"My Nether Walker and I will follow you. This is for you, for us, and for the whole world."
As soon as Khalida, the concubine of Emperor Settra, came out of the queue, Neferata immediately followed:
"Sisters of Lahmia, give me Dranoche!"
"Count me in, and Gul." Seeing that Neferata was about to go up, Arkhan also came, and Gul.
"The Storm Legion will always be loyal to His Excellency the Grand Duke of Gross!"
The Storm Legion warriors with only two battle groups left also expressed their determination, and other warriors followed closely behind under the leadership of Duke Otto and others:
"Please give the order, Your Excellency the Grand Duke!"
"Okay! Little Thor Green!" Archduke Gross ordered: "Blow the horn!"
"I will handle it."
Belegar's legitimate son and only son, little Thorgreen was so excited that he could hardly control himself.
He rolled and climbed, amidst the laughter and curses of a group of dwarf elders, and rushed towards the horn tower. Along the winding spiral staircase, little Thorgreen came to the heights of the Lake Fairy, whose sacred fire never burned.
Stop, Mustache took a deep breath and blew the horn.
"Toot! Woohoo! Toooooooooooo!"
The gate of the Fairy in the Lake was shattered, and a group of orc warriors broke in.ωωw..net
"Kill all the human cubs!!!"
"Toot! Woohoo! Toooooooooooo!"
The torrent of steel rushed out of the city, and the melodious sound of horns resounded in the inner castle of Storm Fortress.
The defense line has not been broken yet!
How could such a strong and united coalition fail?
The horses roared in unison, the hoofs thundered, and all the cavalry gathered, living and dead, to charge together.
The vanguard orc army was defeated. Dranosh looked at the Kor'kron battle group with less than a hundred men behind him and knew that the ceremony had begun.
Then everything has been decided, and the showdown between it and its orcs and all the order races in Toril will determine the outcome of this war.
Facing the torrent of steel rushing out of the fairy castle in the lake, Delanosh closed his eyes, and it once again drew out the life killer.
This time, it has no rival!
"Onward, Kor'kron warriors, for Dranosh, for the orcs!"
The two sides collide.
"Your Excellency the Grand Duke, go and hold Delanoche down. Your Excellency Gonzalez is seriously injured and unconscious. Right now, you are the only one who can temporarily confront Delanoche."
High King Sokalida signaled Grand Duke Gros' cavalry to continue charging, while the dwarf army without mounts stopped:
"We will buy time for you, leave this to the dwarves."
The strong dwarf Grim Brindel stood beside Kalida: "He is a good person."
"If this is the last battle of the dwarves, then we must at least let history remember our names." High King Kalida said solemnly, with Belegar and the dwarf king standing on both sides of him:
"Are you ready, dwarf?"
The dwarf warriors still looked as radiant as the day they went into battle. Perhaps the revered ancestor appeared and restored their strength. He looked beyond the shield wall and saw the orc army, both evil and mortal, ready to charge again.
"Prepare!"
Belegar, the King of the Eight Peaks Mountain, gave an order, and the clan war flag was inserted into the ground, creating a temporary iron-gold forest.
"Don't worry, none of the battle flags I made are defective." Master Rune Craftsman Thorik Iron Eyebrow said,
"It's a pity that all the apprentices you accepted are defective." Beleja said unceremoniously.
The tall warg howled, and the orcs roared.
The dwarves ignored it. After hearing Belegar's criticism, even Thorik Ironbrow was a little embarrassed. The master runesmith shook his head:
"I always have to find a more suitable one, but I don't know if I have a chance."
"In any case, I declare that all the hatred between the dwarf clans has been resolved today.
After today, maybe the dwarves will usher in a new life, or maybe we will go to destruction. The last thing I want to say is, if you want to do it, do it as hard as you can, and we will be done with it.
For every city, for the whole world, stick to the end and never give up, for the dwarves, for the mountain kingdom!!!"
"For the Mountain Kingdom!"
From the flanks, the dwarves stopped the entire orc army.