At this time, McNee seemed to be a different person, majestic as a brilliant god, his whole body seemed to have infinite power radiating in all directions, he stretched out his arms, the arc of the war hammer automatically returned to his hands, the King of Thunderblades stepped forward, looking up at the Elsala infantry, his breathing was long and slender, and his gray-brown curls were blown by the wind and danced wildly behind his head.

McNee strode forward, exposed to the range of the steam tank, the Mithril armor shimmered, and the sky was still cloudy, originally Elsala chose the time to attack at noon, even if it was cloudy, the light should be sufficient, but at this time, this valley was gloomy as if it was before dawn, and the wind seemed to carry the low roar of a heroic spirit. Charles Charlie gripped his sword uneasily, his eyes wide as he stared at the Dwarven King, who stood alone surrounded by the Elsalar army.

"Faith and Glory." McNee's voice came from all directions, rumbling with echoes, and he raised his hammer to the coalition forces of Elsala, and the roar was deafening: "Face the thunder and feel the wrath of the Moradin gods!" ”

The lightning cut through the cloudy sky, and the thunder sounded like a hammer on a huge iron felt, and this iron felt was buckled above the world, and the dwarven gods swung their hammers and slammed them on the dome, and the sky was torn apart by the electric light, and a hole was split in the middle, revealing a glow a hundred times stronger than the sun for a moment.

"Crackle!"

Thick pillars of lightning rained down from the sky, hitting a steam tank adjusting its angle of fire, and the arc of electricity flowed over the magic reaction armor, causing the surface of the steel-black iron beast to flash with a mottled brilliance, and the tank let out a stirring sound of gears, and then stood still.

It was not completely damaged, when the steam tank scheme was proposed, the design of the defense system was the top priority, but as the developers, the Red Lotus goblins ignored one point, that is, the protection of mortal drivers (the drivers in the steam tank design scheme are orcs and goblins), after encountering a thunder strike, the main parts of the tank were well protected, but the arc penetrated the isolation layer into the cockpit, even if it was only a little, it was enough to crush the lives of these ordinary people.

Without a manipulator, even the most powerful weapon is nothing more than a dead thing, McNee knows that.

As a warrior, the Dwarven King unleashed a forbidden spell-level blow, and the cloud-covered sky fell one thunderbolt after another, striking the Steam Tank, the strategic weapon of the Elsala Army, killing one pilot after another, incapacitating the Black Fangs and muting them.

At the same time, another dwarven force that circled the flank rushed into battle with golems.

"For the Thunderblade Clan!"

"For the Trade Federation!"

"This is our territory, get out!"

The miraculous performance of the Dwarven King turned the tide of battle, raising the morale of his own camp to the highest point, the dwarves sounded the horn of the counterattack, the garrison of the Vandst fortress poured out, the griffons and horned eagles chirped from the sky, crossbows and lances burst out, and golems strode out to squeeze out the paths.

The enemy is retreating, the battle line of El Sala is constantly moving back, and McNee realizes that the other side is retreating, and they are all in this battle, and they have won!

"What's the point?" Whispers rang out on the battlefield.

"I hear it, come out!" McNee shouted, "Rune Joseph, your cheap spells can't disturb a dwarf, if you still have the courage, come out and face me." ”

"You won, so what?" Lune Joseph's voice echoed across the battlefield, "Nothing can be decided by the outcome of a local battle, and if you are determined to resist to the end, all of you will die." ”

"You're stalling just to get your soldiers to retreat." McNee slashed down an Elsala knight: "We won, and we will always win, tell the northerners behind you that if they plan to set foot in the middle, the dwarves will give them a taste of hammers." ”

The army was withdrawing one after another, but Rune's voice was still ringing, and instead of stalling for time, he really wanted to communicate with the dwarven king.

"Thundering Lord McNee, I admit that you are the strongest in the central region, and you have the power to turn the tide of a battle with the grace of the gods."

He said, "But so what? Compared to the Black Emperor, you are just an ordinary person, his strength is like the sea to the water droplets, your useless struggle now is just in vain, when the tide of black wings in the distance rushes to the other side, your clan, your allies, even the gods behind you, I am afraid there is nothing to do. ”

McNee seemed to be a little tired from the previous battle, he casually found the corpse of the enemy, sat on the knight's armor, gasped slightly, and after listening to Rune's words, he laughed: "Really? Then according to what you say, there will be no more wars in Eladia in the future, everyone sits down and breaks their wrists to make a balance of forces, and then the weaker side surrenders directly, is that what you mean? ”

Lune was silent, not knowing what the dwarf was trying to say.

"Idiot." McNee suddenly cursed, in dwarven language, and then changed his tone: "Listen, human, it's not like this, all the stories of generosity and tragedy in this world are nothing more than the weak to fight the strong, not to bully the weak, so that heroes appear and epics are born." You may bend your knees in front of a dragon, but the dwarves don't, the dwarves only have battle axes and hammers. ”

"When the Zedi Alliance fell apart, the kings of the Three Castles found a place to go, Prince Maran of the Red Keep took the Storm Clan to the Immortal Empire, and Prince Atas and the Ambitious Clan of the Grey Keep went to the north, and they were given preferential treatment."

Lune tried to persuade the god-servant: "There are your compatriots there. Black Wing is not a brutal dragon territory, but a kingdom with many followers, McNee, join us, just like Prince Athas, you can also feel the kindness of the Black Emperor. ”

"You have come with war, to sprinkle the plague on every race, to spread the flames of war to every corner, and if this is what you mean by kindness, I think I do feel it." McNee sneered, his aura becoming even, gradually recovering from his previous exertion.

"You don't understand what Emperor Caesar did all this for." Before Rune could speak, Charles couldn't help but interject, his tone slightly agitated, "You don't know what this world will face in hundreds of years, a unified war is imperative......"

"You don't understand!"

McNee interrupted him louder and angrier, "This is our home, our wives, our children, all we hold dear are behind us, whatever reason you have, as soon as you enter this land, the Thunderblade Dwarves will stand here with their weapons clenched, because we are protecting what we have!" Let the King of the Black Wings come, and we will build the walls of the fortress with our own bodies, never retreating until we die. ”