"Hand of Noxus, Darius."

At the edge of the battlefield, a red-bearded dwarf in sharp armor stares silently at the Darius in the bloody battle, like a tiger invading a flock of sheep, and there is no place to go.

"Maybe the previous decision was wrong."

Bayer Rivoldin pulled an iron flask from his bosom and took a sip of the spirits with his head tilted, his thick beard stained with water, and his eyes flashed with regret.

This war should not have been provoked by the Rivoldin blacksmith, greed for him to make such a mistake!

With the rise of Modrian and Fort Digvo, the filthy nobles will surely unite, and the situation in the north of the kingdom will not allow for the rise of a new nobleman, especially a powerful nobleman with strong military power.

Unfortunately, it was not that he could quit unharmed if he wanted to, and that Modrian knight had a bad impression of the Rivoldine blacksmith shop.

Boom!

The iron flask was suddenly crushed by Bayer Rivoldin, the sharp iron pieces left a few blood marks on his right hand, he didn't care, his eyes locked on the Noxian Imperial cavalry who had completed the staggered charge on the battlefield in the distance, and the cold killing intent filled his pupils.

Bayer Rivoldin slowly raised the bronze hammer carved with the pattern and pointed indifferently at the two teams of cavalry engaged in front of him.

Buzzing! Buzzing! Buzzing!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The already silent bed crossbow and trebuchet roared like beasts again, and the cold-glowing crossbow arrows instantly crossed the plain, taking away more than a dozen Noxian Empire soldiers.

The hard falling boulders ignored the lives of both the enemy and the enemy, and even the people and horses were crushed out of a bloody road soaked in blood and bones.

Bayer Rivoldin's timing was perfect, as the Noxian Imperial cavalry and the Craigie heavy cavalry staggered and the charge froze, and the war equipment made by dwarves and goblins caused a terrifying killing effect on the plain.

The final effect was also remarkable, even the cavalry of the Noxian Empire was powerless in the face of these war equipment, and from the sky, a few dents could be clearly seen floating in the turbulent black waves, and some crimson waves were like waves.

The banner of the red-bottomed axe blade continued to advance with the black wave, and under the leadership of Darius, they quickly spread towards Bayer Rivoldin's formation.

"I've been prepared!" Bayer Rivoldin grinned, and beneath his thick red beard was a hideous, crazy face.

"Rivoldin!"

A low roar rang out, and the rich life energy in Bayer Rivoldin's body soared into the sky, and the bronze warhammer appeared with strong elemental fluctuations.

Sonorous!

Behind the bed crossbow and trebuchet emerged about 300 dwarves dressed in steel armor, about one meter three tall, strong arms holding war hammers, different colors of beards covered with faces and large red noses, this is the unique hoplite class of the dwarven clan: the heavy hammer dwarven warrior.

The Rivoldin clan was able to open the Rivoldin blacksmith shop on the continent of Karadimos, relying not only on the excellent casting technology, but also on the strength of the powerful clan behind them.

The Heavy Hammer Dwarven Warrior is the hoplite carefully crafted by the Rivodin clan, with heavy and sturdy steel armor, a terrifying and destructive war hammer, and the natural divine power of the dwarves, this is a powerful class that can be compared to the heavy cavalry.

These hammer dwarven warriors quickly formed an offensive formation under the command of Bayer Rivoldin, and the fierce momentum of steel forged was united, waiting for the arrival of the Noxian Imperial cavalry.

The bed crossbows and trebuchets behind him did not stop under the control of goblins and dwarves, causing as much damage to the black terror cavalry as possible.

.....................

At the top of the hill, Viscount O'Neill had a pale face, and his calm eyes were already rippling, especially when he saw the indiscriminate killing caused by the Rivodin blacksmith, the restless elemental energy had just emerged, and it had to dissipate.

Two successive large-scale war spells have hollowed out his spiritual power, and at this time he is just an ordinary person who is powerless, if it weren't for the existence of the guards cavalry behind him and the luxurious robes, no one would be able to tell that this haggard and dilapidated old man would be the Viscount of the Kingdom.

However, the effect of the war spell did not disappoint Viscount O'Neien, and the heavy cavalry of Craigie did not fall behind in the face of the cavalry of the Noxian Empire, and the battle loss ratio of the two sides was almost equal.

"It's your turn, Jeffrey family!" Viscount O'Neill looked to the east, where he sensed a familiar aura, a terrifying fellow from the Jeffrey family.

The situation of the war is obvious, the momentum of the entrapment is achieved, as long as the charge of the black wave can be stopped, then the fruits of victory can be easily obtained.

Craigie heavy cavalry losses can also be minimized.

It's just that he doesn't think that the heavy hammer dwarven warriors of the Rivoldin clan will be able to stop the cavalry of the Noxian Empire, and most importantly, no one can stop Darius, the knight chief powerhouse under the command of Modrian.

Only a strong man who is also a knight chief can stop Darius's killing, and the other great knights are no different from ordinary people in his eyes. (Craigie heavy cavalry has already provided a bloody lesson)

As if hearing Viscount O'Neien's inner words, on the east side of the plain, a dark green cavalry slowly appeared, symbolizing the identity of the cavalry, and the thorn banner waved in the cold wind.

Viscount O'Neill didn't care about the ace cavalry that resounded through the northern part of the kingdom, the Iron Thorn Cavalry, and his eyes looked at the figure in the forefront.

"[Butcher of War] Palitzel Jeffrey!" A whisper sounded, and a hint of fear and excitement appeared in Viscount O'Neien's eyes.

The fear stems from Palitzel, the title of the "Butcher of War", forged with the blood of countless enemies, and O'Neill came into contact with that terrifying fellow during the Great Patriotic War.

The excitement also came from the arrival of Palitzel, a veteran knight of great prestige, to bring the war to a victorious end, and all his efforts and sacrifices would be rewarded.

Mixed emotions intertwine in his heart, and the Jeffrey family arrives as a savior, for which he has to be grateful to Dade for the influence of the Jeffrey surname in the northern part of the kingdom.

Then, Viscount O'Neill looked at Darius with pity, and the amazing heavy cavalry, since the Geoffrey family sent Palitzel here, it also represented the iron will of the Geoffrey family.

The lost glory and coercion of the Iron Thorn Cavalry will resurface in the northern part of the kingdom, informing all who covet that the Jeffreys are still the Grand Dukes of the North and will always stand.