It was once said in the army that there are more than 10,000 people and horses, and there is no shore and no shore. Don't look at the fact that there are not many troops dispatched by the Molten Iron Castle, but the elite warriors of nearly 10,000 are already among the first-class forces in the world of Stee. Even in the heyday of the San Lorenzo Empire, it was able to mobilize less than 200,000 real elites. And the vast majority of them are aristocratic private soldiers who have their own minds and are unwilling to go all out.

Charlotte, who formed the War Mage Group with the Rune Mage, was in a stirring mood, and if it was really discussed, this was Charlotte's first battle in the true sense.

Although in the Endless Corridor, he had experienced a war that was more high-end and more magnificent than this level, but that time he bypassed the main battlefield and broke the seal. In a sense, with his meager power at that time, he was just a soy sauce fighter to plunge into the war of annihilation that affected the entire multiverse.

The Molten Iron Fortress was spearheaded by a phalanx of dwarven shieldmen, a ranged force of musketeers, and runemages and mechanical legions as the backbone of the march to the north. Along the way, the march of the army was unexpectedly smooth, and the city of Futarazi was extra slow to respond to the advance of the dwarven army, which also made the upper echelons of the Molten Iron Citaster happy.

It seems that the rebellion, whatever the final outcome, has caused a great deal of chaos in the city of Futarazi. Judging from the performance of the drow elves, I am afraid that Felix is no longer enough to control that huge city.

It wasn't until the Molten Iron Keep's army marched to the Abyssal Corridor of Belbo that the city of Futarazi was slow to make a decent sniper. For the latter, the Berbo Abyssal Promenade is a dangerous place, both for the Molten Iron Fortress and the city of Futarazi, and if you don't snipe here, it will be a flat country until the city of Futalazi.

However, it is clear that the drow elves underestimate the wisdom of the dwarves.

As early as the beginning of the construction of the Belbo Abyss Corridor, the ancestors of the dwarves had taken this situation into account, and they would not block themselves unless they had enough to eat and drink.

At the beginning of the campaign, the Drow Elves and their vassal legions were able to take advantage of the location to give the dwarves a head-on attack, but when an old dwarven turned the hidden trap from the corridor, everything changed completely.

The steep cliff boulders at the top of the promenade tumbled down, venting their anger like the roar of Thor. Artificial cobblestones, as small as three meters in diameter, tumbled down the cliffs and rushed like a meat grinder into the Drow army that had formed a formation on the exit platform.

Even if the Shadow Priest casts a spell, it is useless, Belbo Ridge is known as the most dangerous mountain that reaches straight to the surface, and the potential energy accumulated by rolling down the boulder is terrifying! Not to mention a group of priests with an average level between the third and fourth rings, even the current Charlotte, in the face of this terrifying power of nature, has only the option of turning around and running.

So, under the insidious design of the dwarven ancestors, the fate of the Drow sniper army is self-evident. Hundreds of cobblestones rolled down with tremendous momentum, indestructible and indestructible, leaving rivers of bubbling blood and rotten flesh in their path.

The rockfall that lasted for ten minutes made the Abyss of Belbo feel like it had experienced a landslide and cracked the ground, and the muffled sound that resounded through the abyss was deafening, and after the smoke and dust cleared, all that remained was a battlefield full of blood and broken corpses, and the remnants of the drow army retreating in panic.

The black rocks were completely stained with blood, and clumps of rotten flesh were scattered across the abyssal platform. Vivien and Lolita were also considered mages who had been on the battlefield, but when they saw this purgatory-like situation, they still couldn't control the nausea in their stomachs, and they lay in the corner of the wall and vomited until their stomach acid was about to flow out.

Not to mention the two female disciples, even Charlotte's pale and grinning young girl trembled her legs, and Devonne, who had experienced a fierce battle in the confrontation with the ogre, couldn't bear to turn her head. Of the few people, the only one who could keep calm was probably Sylvia.

But if Charlotte still has room for self-study and observation at this time, she can probably see that Sylvia's five fingers pinching the corners of her skirt are a little white.

If it had been before, Sylvia would probably never have been in such a mood......

After that sniper battle, the city of Futarazi never fought back effectively. The spies reported that the Drow Elves began to shrink their strength, presumably trying to fight to the death with the Molten Iron Fortress with the help of the fortified city.

This is also a helpless move for Drow, after all, there is almost no danger to defend behind the Abyss Corridor of Belbo. After a rebellion and a crushing defeat, the Drow Legion has lost its morale, and it is better to rely on the fortification of the city to destroy the Molten Iron Fortress.

Ten days later, the army finally arrived in the city of Futarazi.

The city still bears the name of the lord of the city with the Fattarazi family crest, and the towers of hundreds of arrows built in formation are filled with drow archers, who can cover the attackers in all directions if the dwarves attack.

The atmosphere before the war was very silent, except for the sound of the wind blowing through the ground and the sound of hunting the flag. Lloyd Thundering, King of the Molten Iron Keep, ordered the army to camp and rest, and after a night, the craftsmen were in full swing assembling the terrible machinery of war.

More than 20 huge pieces of war machines made of cowhide and wood were located in front of the battle. The rear half of them is a spacious body similar to that of a cabin, and the lower part is made of springs, iron and rubber to make easy to move around.

The front half is a large folding plank, made of bearings at the joints and covered with fine iron on both sides. The plank acts as a well-defended shield, and when the Mechanic steers the war monster forward, it can fend off a condescending shot.

The Dwarven Vanguard warriors slowly advanced towards the city after the war machine, the huge machine was well protected from the fire from the arrow towers in the city, and the Drow Elves' 270° arrow tower defense was mostly destroyed, and they could only watch the machinery approach the city wall.

After that, the machines of war turned, and the originally folded planks rotated along the bearings, the foremost of which was firmly anchored to the head of the city of Fortarazi, and the dwarven warriors who poured up from the rear followed the planks to attack the head.

In an instant, the battlefield entered the white-hot stage!

The drow elves drove their vassal legions to destroy machinery with crowbars, molten iron, and fire, while the minotaur warriors stood in the front row to defend against the ascending army, while the dwarven warriors roared and swarmed up from under the siege beds. The front row is armed with steel shields, and the dwarven musketeers occasionally fight back at the head of the city.

From Charlotte's point of view, the shouts of killing on the entire battlefield spread throughout the four fields, and almost every minute and every second there were lives dying. Drow vassal warriors crowded the city's defenses, struggling to rip down every dwarf who climbed to the city's top. The elite of Zall forms a mobile team, and whenever there is danger, it will plug the loophole as soon as possible.

Occasionally, siege beds would be destroyed by Drow, and whenever the burning machinery would collapse with a deafening roar. At this time, the blow to the dwarves of the Molten Iron Castle was undoubtedly very large, and the dwarves who tried to rely on the siege bed to reach the city fluttered their hands one by one, and fell like ducks to the machine, and the collapsed machinery brought a second damage, which was enough to kill everyone on that machine.

"Is this the real war......

Standing in the mage group, Charlotte, who watched all this, couldn't help but feel panic and shock in her heart. Unlike previous adventures, the only theme on the battlefield is killing, and the two warring sides risk their lives for their own race and country, killing every enemy with their swords, whether they know each other or not, whether they have a grudge against each other or not, only by constantly killing can they see that light of day.

Unlike adventurers, who will leave a way out for themselves at any time and place, and on the battlefield, even if you are invincible, there is only a way forward.

Falling back means failure, or even a chance to make a comeback!

"Runemage Regiment!" a dwarven warrior riding a leaping deer came to the quietest area of the battlefield, "The king has an order, order the mechanical legion to go on the expedition!"

The leader of the mage regiment, an elderly gray-haired dwarf, accepted the order. In the next second, the eyes of the mechanical legion with the six-barreled cannon as the hand lit up with a faint blue light!