With the last spell chanted, Lancelot was finally able to unleash the forbidden spell of fire.

Meteor shower, burn, earth!

I saw that the clear sky suddenly darkened, and there were many more cracks. From the rift fell a rain of fire, and in an instant it fell to the rear of the dwarven army.

Along with the violent shock, the snow-capped mountains above Anrela also suffered a severe avalanche because of this terrifying magic.

This was undoubtedly a huge blow to the dwarves, and the situation on the battlefield immediately reversed.

In addition to the giants and mammoths who had already been mixed with the Imperial Royal Knights, there were also some dwarven antelope knights, and the rest of the rear troops and the dwarven army on the city gate were all attacked by the meteor shower.

Many of the dwarves were burned to ashes alive, in great pain, and in such a terrible state that even the heavy armor on their bodies was melted and deformed by the scorching flames.

In this way, the dwarves' impenetrable gates were breached.

At this time, the army of the dwarves out of the city saw that the city behind them was destroyed by avalanches and meteor fire showers. In an instant, the anger and resentment in their hearts reached the extreme, and they only wanted to destroy all the enemies in front of them and avenge the dwarves in the city.

For a time, the dwarven antelope knight wearing huge armor and armed with a huge war spear fought desperately with the royal knight. The elite royal knights did not take advantage of the slightest advantage, and often both knights stabbed their spears into each other's bodies at the same time.

At the same time, the Ancient Giants, though slow to act, rushed to my side angrily when they saw how much damage I had unleashed from the meteor shower that had caused so much damage to Anrela. Ever since the ancient giants allied themselves with the dwarves, the giants have made this their home. Now my home is being destroyed because of me, a small human being. They want to go down with a mallet and smash me to pieces.

It can be said that the frontal battlefield is still under great pressure, because the combat effectiveness of the mammoths is too terrifying. In the face of such a powerful opponent, the elites of the empire may only be able to fill it up with their bodies.

Although the Holy Emperor said that this was the last battle, was this really the last battle, or was it just the last stop?

Well-armed royal knights continue to die heroically, but they still can't stop the dwarven army from charging.

Although there are only a few hundred antelope knights left, the combat strength and defensive strength are admirable, and they are stunned by one enemy against a hundred, which makes the imperial soldiers suffer a lot. As for the giants and mammoths, except for a few deaths, most of them rushed towards them as if they were in a no-man's land.

One of the ancient giants even rushed directly to Lancelot's side, and he only wanted to kill this abominable human. There was already too much minced flesh and blood on the mallet in his hand, which belonged to the royal knights.

At this moment, the eyes of the ancient giants were full of anger. He brandished the mallet in his hand, trying to give me a heavy blow to this hateful and small human magician.

I have accomplished my mission, and although I cannot control Lancelot's actions, I can only witness it through Lancelot's eyes.

I saw the gigantic mallet slam down on me, and I could even see the sticky blood on it, mixed with shredded flesh and armor fragments.

At that moment, behind me, a golden sword slashed towards the heavy mallet.

It was His Majesty the Holy Emperor Barossa, who at this moment had blocked the ancient giant's fatal blow for me. Lancelot, who was already ready to die, was rescued by His Majesty, who intervened in time. At this time, he was wearing a crown, a dark gold plate armor, and the sword in his hand was the famous "Song of the Conqueror"

It was a gold-plated, razor-sharp one-handed sword, and as its name suggests, it was a conqueror's song sung on the bones of his enemies.

"Follow me, let's fight in, and let our banner be planted on the dwarven walls. The Holy Emperor said to me

The ancient giant was blocked by the Holy Emperor's golden sword, which was so powerful that the ancient giant had to take a few steps back, and the giant's palms shook violently.

This was the first time that the ancient giant had faced such a powerful human, and he had already fallen into a state of rage at this time, and he only wanted to destroy the two humans in front of him immediately.

But the Holy Emperor didn't give him this opportunity at all, and he jumped as fast as lightning, and with just one move, the ancient giant's neck had already been cut a deep hole.

Before the ancient giant could react, he had already collapsed weakly. This is the gap in strength, the Holy Emperor is so tall in my eyes at this moment.

That's it, in front of absolute numbers and the strength of the Holy Emperor and Lancelot. The dwarven armies that went out of the city to meet them were all killed without exception.

None of them surrendered, what a terrible enemy. All that was left was charred corpses and horrific sacrifices. There are corpses all over the place, some enemies, but more of them are ours.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the white snow was now stained red with blood, the armor on the charred corpses of the Imperial soldiers had been deformed, and the Imperial soldiers who had been pierced by spears were still holding their swords in his hands not far away.

After experiencing such a strong and terrible resistance, my heart was deeply shaken, is this really a just war? Maybe war, there is no such thing as justice at all.

I follow in the footsteps of His Majesty the Holy Emperor Barossa, and behind me are the boundless soldiers of the Empire, and we are responsible for the battle against Anrila, the capital of the Dwarven Kingdom, which has been flooded by avalanches.

There should be no more resistance, we are full of confidence, after all, after such a fierce battle, the dwarven army out of the city has been completely wiped out, and the defenders of the city have been buried by avalanches.

But at the same time, we are faced with how to march into this avalanche-stricken city. It seems that it can only be excavated by manual little by little.

The Holy Emperor sent a vanguard force and a large number of men and horses to excavate in order to clear a passage into the city.

But the difficulty was beyond our imagination, firstly, the progress was very slow, and secondly, white bears kept rushing out of the dwarven city, causing great casualties to the Imperial soldiers.

It seems that these dwarves are not dead, and they are also a race that is known to like to build cities underground.

So it is quite possible that although the city on the surface has been destroyed quite a bit by avalanches, the underground should be intact. It is very likely that these cunning dwarves have already hidden underground, as not many dwarven corpses have been unearthed during the excavation.

There was even a dug up dwarf among them, who originally thought it was a corpse, but unexpectedly it was not dead. Although they were killed by the combined efforts of the Imperial soldiers in the end, the Imperial soldiers died even more. Without exception, none of the dwarves surrendered.

In this way, we struggled to move forward.