The bloody battle before the huge iron gate reached the most cruel situation.

Roaring, cursing, and the sound of heavy weapons attacking are the strongest notes on this battlefield.

Because of the aftermath caused by the fierce battle, the bases of many torches were destroyed, and the light in the tunnel gradually became dim. The torches that fell to the ground only emitted the last trace of residual heat before they were extinguished.

How long did this bloody battle last?

How many of these hideous green monsters are there?

Where do they come from?

What kind of strength do you have?

Will Duke enter the iron gate succeed?

If it succeeds, how many people here can survive?

Everything had become blurred, because the people who were guarding the iron gate were already a little numb. They instinctively waved their weapons, inhaling more bloody air in each inhalation, and roared the loudest sound they could do in each exhalation.

The chaotic wind in the tunnel blew Uther's long hair, and the brown hair swept across his cheeks, unlike other warriors whose eyes were covered with blood due to fierce battles, his most pious belief made him look quiet far beyond others.

Uther shouted the most majestic slogan on his mouth, but his ears stood up and seemed to be standing and listening to a human epic recited by a bard.

The origin is long and the waves are magnificent.

It is like a long wind that crosses the barriers of time and space, bringing the ideals from distant ancestors to this time and here.

In a trance, Uther saw countless illusory knights appearing beside him, fighting side by side with them.

Despite their vague faces, they can clearly see that they are humans.

Suddenly I understood who they were.

The ancestors, the kings, and all the heroes who once fought for mankind.

The Morning Star Mage named Ronin behind Uther was unexpectedly powerful. With the support of almost unlimited amount of magic crystals, his violent arcane magic poured out throughout the passage.

All orcs below the chief level, if they are bombarded by his magic, will definitely be instantly killed.

Unfortunately, there are too many orcs.

For some reason, Uther remembered the vast years when humans had just gained magical power two thousand eight hundred years ago.

A man stood a sword in front of the knights and said:

"I swear with this sword that mankind will carry the grace of the higher elves, establish an eternal covenant, sweep away all evil creatures, and give the true wise race the light of civilization and hope! My people, my descendants, will inherit my oath until the end of the world."

More than 2,800 years ago, the flag of the Araso Empire rose slowly on the battlefield of the Arasi Highlands, reflecting the dawn of the day when humans and high elves joined forces to fight with the green trolls.

More than 2,800 years later, it seems that three thousand years of history overlap, and humans and elves join hands again, but this time the enemy has changed from a green-skinned troll to a green-skinned orc.

"2,800 years ago, we had the Soladin Great. To this day, where is our new era's 'Soladin Great'?" Just as Uther was talking to himself, the battle situation had reached the most intense level.

In front of a huge iron gate, the humans standing still could count them in two slaps.

All the knights who are not famous have been killed in battle.

But in front of us, there were still a large number of orc elites.

Suddenly, a strange feeling that shocked the entire fortress surged towards everyone.

"roar"

At the deepest part of the Grembato Fortress, a loud roar came from the sound of the sound of the roar.

That's the dragon's roar!

The roar from the Red Dragon Queen Alextasa, the life-giver!

The roar is full of complex emotions, almost all emotions are: sadness, sadness, dissatisfaction, complaints, hatred, but the most is joy!

Joy of freedom!

The excitement after breaking away from the cage!

And...the anger towards the enemy!

A feeling of falling even the sky suddenly spread to every orc.

"Not good! Could it be..." Before Orgrim finished speaking, the huge iron gate suddenly opened, and a magical light flashed like daylight from the dark and deep inner hole.

"Sorry, it's the 'can' you fear! Alextasa has been liberated by me! Orcs's doomsday has arrived!" Accompanied by a familiar and extremely hated voice of a tribe, countless magical lights passed from inside to outside, passing over the heads of human knights and paladins, as if from the galaxy waterfall that went straight down from the nine heavens, bombarded the orcs' military formation.

"Rumbling!" After a series of bursts of explosions, except for the chief's level, there were no living orcs in the dark military formation.

Even a guy like Orgrim with amazing magic resistance would inevitably be knocked away by the violent magic power.

This magic power...

"Duke!?" Every knight turned back in surprise.

Without disappointing anyone, Duke's not-so-burly figure appeared in the center of the gate, followed by Wenresa, who seemed a little distorted.

Nodding to everyone, Duke then raised his head and shouted: "It's time! Muladin!"

This is a sound containing magic power, which directly penetrates the rock wall and spreads to the distance.

Before the orcs who were blown up were able to react, they suddenly found that many holes were exploded on both sides of the huge passage. Countless dwarves waving giant axes and warhammers came out of a small hole that was only half the height of the orcs, and they started fighting directly.

Muladin* Bronzebeards should be killed first, and he held up the warhammer: "For the sake of victory! For the future! For the sake of tomorrow! For our descendants, we will no longer live under the shadow of these green skins. Kill!"

"Kill!" The already exhausted paladins burst out with the strongest notes since the war started. The already dazzling holy light was even more dazzling, as if they were small suns, crushing towards the tribe.

"Not impossible! It shouldn't be like this!!" Orgrim's fangs were still sharp, and the [Hammer of Destruction] he swung was still powerful. He could knock more than ten dwarf warriors away or kill them with one sweep.

However, the eyes were filled with orcs struggling in despair.

Every orc is worthy of the word "hard courage".

But so what?

Failed!

This time I really failed.

Lexus failed to save the tribe.

Nor did Orgrim.

Even the Red Dragon Legion, which relies most on the reorganization, will inevitably rebel immediately at the moment when their queen is liberated.

It can be imagined that at this moment, countless red dragons would scream, twist their necks, and bite the dragon roaring orcs who had been riding behind them for so long to death...
Chapter completed!