Ashen Dragon

"Boom!"

Another barrel filled with spirits and gunpowder exploded in mid-air, engulfing hundreds of Beastmen in surging flames.

The blazing flames burned in front of the city walls, like scorching walls, causing the Orcs to involuntarily halt their steps.

"Do not fear!"

"Father God Gush is watching us! The brave will be reborn in the flames!"

An Orc officer suddenly charged out from the crowd, raising his spear high and letting out a fervent roar.

"Charge!"

"For Father God Gush!"

Instantly, under his leadership, the hundreds of Beastman Warriors behind him became frenzied, braving the surging flames and continuing to rush towards the city walls.

However, the ground in front of the city walls suddenly collapsed, and the Orcs fell into the deep pit Trap, pierced by the sharp steel spikes inside.

"Damn, it's a Trap!"

"No, save me, I haven't fought the Dwarves yet, I can't just die here!"

On the chaotic battlefield, the sounds of explosions and battle cries were everywhere, and the wails from the pit were barely audible.

The Orcs behind them were unaware of this, continuously urging and crowding forward.

—Until they saw the pit full of spikes and bodies in front of them, they were unable to stop their steps and fell into it one after another, filling the pit with their flesh and blood.

Finally, the high-standing Orc officer noticed something unusual, as the Hill Giants and Half-Beast Giants carried logs to form a bridge.

Meanwhile, the Beastman Shamans wielded Bone Staffs, chanting ancient Spells, causing the rocks to grow rapidly again and the ground to gradually close.

The Dwarf Crossbowmen on the city walls kept firing arrows, arrows burning with flames and smeared with deadly poison, pouring down like a torrential rain.

This mere few hundred meters of flat ground became a blood-soaked millstone, continuously grinding the entering Beastmen into bloody pieces.

The Dwarves' centuries of exquisite craftsmanship turned into cunning Traps and sharp weapons at this moment, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of their enemies.

However, when the Orcs approached the barricade less than a hundred meters away, a hidden device in the ground was triggered again.

The Dwarf statues on the city walls suddenly opened their mouths, revealing metal tubes inside, and countless silver needles smeared with deadly poison spewed out.

"Humm—"

The screeching sound tearing through the air rang out, and the entire rows of Orcs fell simultaneously, and a faint poisonous mist emanated from their bodies.

The Beastman Shamans raised their hands high, their expressions immensely devout, muttering continuously.

"Praise the great Father God, one-eyed Gush!

You are the embodiment of strength, you are the wild wind, you are the storm, your one eye makes the world tremble, bringing the Will of Revenge!"

Their hoarse voices echoed on the battlefield, lingering for a long time, and it seemed as though a Miracle truly occurred.

"Swoosh—"

A blood-scented gust of wind howled in, blowing away the poisonous fog that pervaded the battlefield, also boosting the morale of the Orcs greatly, cheers resounded, shaking the heavens.

Braving the rain of arrows, exploding barrels, and falling iron balls, the Beastman Army finally reached the foot of the city walls after paying a heavy price.

"Aivendel City is right in front of us!"

"Get on the city walls, crush the Dwarves, seize Aivendel City!"

"Quick! Charge! The great Gush is watching us! The warriors who climb the wall will surely receive divine gifts!"

The towering Hill Giants, Half-Beast Giants, and Ogres unloaded the ladders from their shoulders, setting them against the towering city walls.

And the Orcs gathered like swarms of dense ants, climbing competitively, trying to be the first to climb the battlements and gain the favor and approval of the Father God.

However, atop the city walls, the Dwarves fiercely pushed down ladders and shot down Orcs, and the fallen ladders crushed many Orcs, causing hundreds of casualties in an instant.

"Slaughter them!"

"Swear to protect Aivendel City! These bastards must not come up!"

"By Moradin above, for the glory of the Dwarf race!"

However, at this moment, the Orcs had overcome the Traps and the blockade of arrows with their numerical advantage.

They crowded under the city, like spotted and surging waves, repeatedly lashing out at the seemingly Indestructible towering city walls.

Bjorn stood on the battlements, frowning deeply, although over four hundred years old, he appeared even more dwarfish and stooped than the average Dwarf, yet his eyes twinkled with determination.

"By Moradin above, the Orcs will eventually pay for their greed and stupidity.

Three hundred eighty-seven years ago, I personally witnessed them being driven to the North by the fearless Dwarf Warriors, and today... history is about to repeat itself."

This old minister slowly walked into the city tower, struggling to grasp the iron lever, slowly pulling it.

"Click."

A crisp mechanical sound followed, and then, from the central furnace in Aivendel City, flames burst forth, spewing rolling hot steam.

The molten iron that should have flowed into each Dwarf household, under the control of the valve, changed direction, tens of thousands of pounds of scalding molten iron all flowed towards the direction of the city walls.

The Orcs looked up, feeling the hot wave hitting their faces, listening to the roaring sound, and were suddenly terror-stricken.

"Not good!"

"Be careful! What exactly do these Dwarves want to do?"

The metal covers on the city walls "clanged" open.

Following the roaring sound, the red-hot molten iron gushed out like a waterfall, pouring down.

In an instant, sparks flew, and the high-temperature molten iron poured onto the heads of thousands of Orcs and Half-Beast Giants, completely engulfing them.