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The roars, curses, and the clash of heavy weapons are the strongest notes on this battlefield.

Due to the aftermath of the fierce fighting, the bases of many torches were destroyed, and the light in the tunnels gradually dimmed, and 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 more of these hideous green-skinned monsters are there?

Where do they come from?

What kind of strength does it have?

Will Duke succeed when he enters the Iron Gate?

If it succeeds, how many of the people who are defending here will survive?

Everything had become blurred, for the people who were guarding the iron door were a little mentally numb. Instinctively, they swung their weapons in their hands, inhaling more bloody air with each inhale, letting out the loudest roar they could with each exhale.

The wind in the tunnels ruffled Uther's long, ear-length hair, and brown hair swept across his cheeks, and unlike the other warriors whose eyes were bloodshot from the fierce battle, the most devout of his faith gave him a serene look far superior to the others.

Uther's mouth shouted the most majestic slogans, but his ears were pricked up as if he were standing listening to a human epic recited by a bard.

The origin is long and magnificent.

It is like a long wind, crossing the barrier of time and space, bringing the ideals from distant ancestors to the here and now.

In a trance, Uther saw countless ethereal knights appear around him, fighting side by side with them.

Despite their indistinct faces, they can be clearly seen as human.

Suddenly I understood who they were.

Ancestors, kings, and all the Heroic Spirits who have fought for humanity.

The Morning Star mage named Ronin behind Uther was unexpectedly powerful, and his furious arcane magic poured down through the entire passage, supported by an almost infinite amount of magic crystals.

All orcs below the chieftain level, if they are hit by his magic, the result must be instant killing.

Unfortunately, there are too many orcs.

For some reason, Uther remembered the vast days 2,800 years ago, when humanity had just gained magical powers.

A man raised his sword before the knights and said:

"I swear by this sword that mankind will bear the blessings of the High Elves, and make an eternal covenant to sweep away all evil creatures, and to give civilization and hope to the true race of wisdom!

More than 2,800 years ago, the banner of the Arathor Empire rose on the battlefield of the Arathi Heights, reflecting the dawn of the day, and humans and High Elves joined forces to fight the green trolls.

More than 2,800 years later, as if 3,000 years of history had coincided, humans and elves had joined forces again, but this time the enemy had changed from green-skinned trolls to green-skinned orcs.

"2,800 years ago, we had Soladin the Great. Where is the 'Soladin the Great' of our new era?" while Uther was muttering to himself, the battle was at its fiercest.

In front of the huge iron gate, the human who was still standing could be counted with two palms.

The knights, who are not named, have all been killed in battle.

But in front of him, there is still a black and overwhelming orc elite.

Suddenly, a strange sensation that shook the entire fortress flooded over everyone.

"Roar—"

In the deepest part of Grimbaatar Fortress, a loud roar was heard.

That's the roar of a dragon!

A roar from the Giver of Life, the Red Dragon Queen, Alexstaza!

The roar is full of mixed emotions, almost any emotion, sadness, sadness, unhappiness, complaining, hate, but most of all, joy!

Rejoice in freedom!

To the joy of breaking free from the cage!

And also...... Wrath against the enemy!

A feeling that the sky was about to fall, and that something bad was suddenly spreading to every orc.

"Oh no! ......" Before Orgrim could finish speaking, the huge iron gate suddenly opened, and from the dark depths of the inner cavern flashed a magical light like day.

"I'm sorry, it's what you're afraid of!Alexstasa has been liberated by me!Orcs—your end has come!" accompanied by a familiar and hateful voice from a tribe. Countless magical brilliance flashed over the heads of the human knights and paladins from the inside out, as if the Milky Way Waterfall had descended from the Nine Heavens, and exploded into the orc army.

"Rumble!" After a continuous explosion, there were no living orcs in the black army formation except for the chief's level.

Even a guy like Orgrim, who has amazing magic resistance, will inevitably be knocked away by the power of his furious magic.

The power of this magic ......

"Duke!?" each knight looked back in surprise.

Not disappointing anyone, Duke's not-so-burly figure appeared in the middle of the gate, followed by Wen Ressa, who seemed to be a little twisted.

Nodding to everyone, Duke immediately threw his head up and shouted, "It's time!

It was a magical sound that pierced through the rock wall and spread out into the distance.

Before the orcs who had been blown up could react, they suddenly found that many holes had exploded on both sides of the huge passage. Countless dwarves wielded giant axes and war hammers to burrow out of small holes that were only half the height of the orcs, and they fought straight away.

Muradin* Copperbeard was the first to strike, and he held aloft the hammer: "Brothers of Copperbeard - for victory, for the future, for tomorrow, for our descendants, no longer live in the shadow of these green skins." Kill!"

"Kill!" The already exhausted paladins burst out with the strongest note since the start of the war, and the holy light, which was already extremely dazzling, was even more radiant, like a small sun, crushing towards the tribe.

"No—it can't be! it shouldn't be like this!!" Orgrim's fangs were still sharp, and the Hammer of Doom he wielded was still so powerful that he could knock or kill more than ten dwarven warriors with a single sweep.

However, the eyes are full of orcs struggling in despair.

Every orc is worthy of the word 'brave'.

But so what?

Defeated!

This time it was a real defeat.

Lexa failed to save the Horde.

Neither did he, Ogrim.

Even the Red Dragon Legion, which relied most on it when regrouping, would surely rebel the moment their queen was liberated.

It is conceivable that at this moment, there will be countless red dragons screaming, twisting their necks, and biting to death the dragon roaring orcs who have been riding behind them for so long......

"No, Duke, it's just you, Duke, you have to pay for it!" Orgrim threw his Hammer of Doom at Duke with all his strength, leaping high and throwing his Hammer of Doom at Duke! )