【We come from the mountains, we come from the ground】
[We hold war hammers in our hands and wear armor]
【Fight, dwarf, fight, for survival, for revenge!】
[Reclaim the long-lost glory, take back our territory, take back our fortresses and bunkers]
[Fire is burning the prairie fire, steel is being recast, fight, dwarves, to regain our lost glory!]
[In the name of our ancestors, kill all the greenskins!]
【Kill all the greenskins!】
Watchfort is deeply surrounded by the greenskin army, and Rhodes, who is far away in Blackhammer Castle, is organizing a real combined army to support the largest castle in the north.
In the past few days, armies from all over the world have been gathering at Blackhammer Castle. The first to respond to Rhodes' call were the dwarf troops from Dulong City. They were not many in number, only a few hundred people, but their morale was high and they sang in unison in the tavern.
It is necessary to kill all the greenskins and regain the glory that belongs to the dwarves. Rhodes originally planned to let them stay in the castle, but it seems that it is impossible. These dwarves have been invaded by the greenskins, and the hatred in their bones prevents them from sitting in the castle.
Waiting to be attacked, they have to take the initiative and kill every greenskin they can. However, in Rhodes' plan, going to Watch Fortress to rescue the siege this time is not to fight a decisive battle with the greenskins. On the contrary, it is a guerrilla... Dwarf Legs
Short of that, Rhodes was not sure whether he would be able to keep up with the large army. But in short, the more the better. Ironhide was not an ordinary person, and to fight against him, he had to gather all the strength he could.
What arrived next was the Ugor Cavalry Regiment led by Palumbel. Their number was also small, only about a thousand. However, in Rhodes' plan, these light cavalry on horseback were the key to the entire battle.
Even the core. After all, in guerrilla tactics, the cavalry units are the first to harass the greenskins and draw them out.
Palumbel looked energetic, with his iconic ranger's strong bow on his back and a sharp cavalry battle ax hanging on his waist. Even though his head was full of white hair, his body was still strong, no less than those young men.
However, in his conversation with Palumbel last night, Rhodes knew that Palumbel, the leader of the Ugor Cavalry, was as deeply worried about the sudden appearance of this huge green-skinned army as he was.
Judging from Reeve's current strength, this green-skinned army is almost invincible. Otherwise, the Queen would not need to risk casting a large-scale blizzard to block the green-skinned advance.
The last ones to arrive were the troops from Binglan Castle. Baron Edmund moved out all his belongings - five hundred Great Wall Rangers. According to the guards, there were only a hundred soldiers left guarding Binglan Castle. If there were any
If beastmen or werewolves invade, Binglan Castle may not be able to defend it.
Feeling deeply about the heavy responsibility on his shoulders, Rhodes did not dare to be careless. Three thousand soldiers gathered from all over the northern border stood in the town square of Blackhammer Castle and were about to set off for Fort Watch.
Different from the previous times, this time, there was no proud smile on Rhode's face, nor any cynical pride. He just stood silently in front of the crowd, and it took him a long time to squeeze out some difficult words from the depths of his throat——
"This is an extremely large and extremely cruel orc army. This is an orc army that is so bloodthirsty. They have destroyed no less than three human castles in the south. Everyone will be afraid, but it should not be
It becomes the reason why we stay behind closed doors. Otherwise, once Watchfort falls, the North will also fall."
"Brothers, this world needs heroes, and you, everyone is a hero. If you dare to participate in this battle, if you dare to stand in front of a hundred thousand green-skinned orcs, you are heroes. This world needs us to protect it, brothers, we
We have paid a lot, but we must firmly believe that the gods are watching everything we do."
"Brothers, no matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead is, you just need to believe that Rod Lawn will be with you. No matter how powerful the enemy is, the gods are with us!"
"Roar like the bear god Esun, be as passionate as the fire god Hadar, and be as brave as the thunder god Thor. Brothers, we are not many in number, but believe me, only we can save the North. Only we can influence the situation of the war.
Lead the greenskins out, follow me, and lead these beasts to where they belong! The North belongs to humans!"
Standing on the Shidun podium, Rhodes clenched his hand into a fist and tried to boost his morale.
Hoo…ho…ho…
In the square, the deafening cheers of the crowd rang out again...
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Keep Keep.
The fireplace was full of coldness. Even if the servants lit all the charcoal, Cyril still couldn't feel the warmth. He knelt in front of the statues of the gods and prayed hard to them, hoping that the Bear God would give him courage and the Fire God would give him hope.
, the God of Thunder gave him power, but despite letting him kneel in the room for several hours, the gods still did not respond. They just looked at the poor lord on the floor with one gesture and one look, without any mercy.
Cyril began to be dissatisfied and even angry. Why? Why is all this happening? Why do the gods like a little-known little lord instead of him? He is the King of the North, he is the North
The leader of the realm. However, he has no miracles. But that Rhodes has a body as strong as a bear god, and has the power to dance thunder and lightning freely. Why is all this? Even when the orc army besieged the castle,
Are the gods of order still unwilling to grant blessings? Cyril's restless heart made him furious.
He began to curse the gods... He began to...
"Lord, the orcs...the orcs have already broken through the outer city and are about to rush into the inner city!"
The captain of the frontline city guard ran in with a blood-stained face to report. Cyril knew that he was supposed to be commanding this battle. If the lord didn't show up, how could the soldiers below have any morale? But he was also afraid, for this
A bloodthirsty green-skinned army, he, as a mortal, would also feel fear. So, he ran to the statues of the gods, hoping that they would give him courage and the courage to face the darkness. But no, the gods gave up on him
,abandoned Watchfort...
Cyril stood up from the cold floor, reached out and took down the sword from the wall. He was forced to a dead end with no way out.
"Order the reserve team to go to the city wall and defend the inner city!"
The Lord of Watchfort issued the second order, and then, under the eager eyes of everyone, Cyril walked out of his room. The sword of oathkeeper reflected the pale sunlight outside. As the "Guardian of the North, the Lord of Watchfort
"Great Lord" he had to go to the battlefield himself.
On the front line, the roar of the greenskins echoed throughout the world...