The lord of Copperhill Fort, the king of the Angrand clan, and the old lord of the Eight Peaks Mountain, Belega Iron Hammer, swung the war hammer in his hand with all his might, smashing the green-skinned big guy in front of him, and then he felt that his eyes suddenly brightened, and after a fierce battle, he finally killed through the enemy formation.

Behind him were four long-bearded dwarves with translucent bodies, all of whom were kings of the Angrunde clan, but who had been able to return to the Old World with their Heroic Spirits after the Dwarven Ancestors and Gods had appeared, and were able to join the Great Crusade of Vengeance.

Now, they are about to see real victory.

But before they can do so, they will have to defend their descendants, the wise and martial modern kings of the Angrunde clan.

In their opinion, the other party is not only much stronger in combat than when he was alive, but the courage of the other party is also worthy of admiration, and more importantly, he is wise enough, he chose the right ally, so he can usher in today.

In the distance, a bare dwarven butcher, wielding a two-handed battle axe, charged back and forth among the black orcs, and it was evident that he was enjoying the battle.

The enemies here are not only numerous, but also extremely powerful, they have occupied the Eight Peaks Mountain for many years, and they have unearthed a lot of treasures left by the Angelander clan, and some of them even have ruthless characters holding rune weapons and wearing rune equipment, although many rune equipment has equipment requirements, but the green-skinned shamans seem to have found a way to crack them.

Unfortunately, the legendary dwarven butcher, who is known as the most defeated in history, will probably still be lost briefly after the battle, because he may not be able to find the death he longed for here, because the battle is nearing its end.

After taking out a few of the three-meter-tall black orcs with his hammer again, Belega wiped the blood from his face so that it wouldn't obscure his vision, and then he found that the reliable reinforcements, the respectable friends, were also fighting.

To his left, a group of Holth Sword Saints armed with two-handed swords, peaked helmets, and shining scale armor were marching forward with a fierce attack, and with each swing of their swords, there must have been several times as many enemies on the spot, even if the dwarves and high elves once had a deep hatred, at least at this moment, Belega still had to thank each other for their efforts.

To his right, a group of knights, with different styles and colors of armor, but equally powerful, under the command of a crisp female voice, are working together to encircle and suppress some of the giant octaclawed monsters, some of which are led by the Araknari Empress Spider.

Although each of their attacks was earth-shattering, under the command of that female voice, it was difficult to hit these powerful knights, and they could only smash large craters in the ground with a diameter of several meters, after all, she was the chosen one who was blessed by the goddess of the lake herself.

Even if a knight is accidentally injured, a large white light will immediately fly behind them, quickly healing their wounds, and it is precisely because of these supporters that these knights, as well as the warriors of the Angrande clan, are far from paying as heavy a price as imagined.

Above the sky, a group of powerful warriors covered in flames and wings were lined up in a neat formation, launching one deadly dive after another towards the ground.

But the most eye-catching thing is the huge thing with a body length of more than ten meters, heavy scale armor, hideous head horns, and a fiery red dragon.

It was with it, and the knights behind it, that the coalition forces were not able to be raided by the monster air force of the Wyvern and the Manticore.

Despite the fact that there were only one man and one dragon, they had the absolute upper hand, and the corpses of the Wyvern and the Manticore had been falling downwards at a fairly steady rate since the beginning of the battle, and now the ground under the battlefield was already covered with their corpses and stinking blood.

It's just that Bellega is still a little dissatisfied with the fire dragon that can speak, because that guy dares to drink his own wine, and even no matter how tightly he hides it, he can still find it accurately every time, and its nose is simply more flexible than that of a human domesticated hound!

At this moment, a guy who was too fat even for a dwarf ran over quickly, looking very hurried, Belega suddenly frowned, although the other party was not a blood relative of the same clan, but in the previous battle, the other party had already proven his worth.

"Jerrick, what's wrong?"

"Hey, hey, King Bellega, my research with the Chief Engineer has been successful, we can fire flares, and with Orfini's magic, we can locate the head of that abominable goblin!"

Bellega suddenly perked up, "Then what are you waiting for, let's get started!" ”

Eight Peaks, the home of the Angrunde clan, has been overrun by nezumi, greenskins, and even goblins for a long time, and the headhunter Quake of the Nezumi Morse clan has been devoured by Duke Musillon's fiery dragon in the previous battle, and now his great enemy is only this abominable goblin.

Now let him see how strong this goblin who claims to be the strongest and most treacherous goblin ever created, the Evil Moon Goblin Skasnik!

With Bellega's order, the roar of the cannon stopped for a moment, which made even the goblins and greenskins on the other side a little confused, but soon, a brilliant flare, which was so conspicuous even in the daytime, rose into the air, and then quickly fell towards a certain position.

The roar of the cannon rang out, covering all the area around where it landed, and it was not just a flare, it was a flare that guided the target!

The roar lasted for several minutes, and even the belligerent Greenskins were terrified for a moment, and the cunning goblins were even more uneasy, but the coalition forces, which had been preparing for a long time, took advantage of the situation and marched forward.

When Belega came out of the enemy, the first thing he saw was the unique banner, which was a goblin whose side was pressed to the cloth and served as a flag.

Under the banner, a goblin dressed as a mage was leaning against the corpse of a huge Squigg war beast with a mournful face, and his mouth was still whispering, "Potbala, Potbala, wake up!" ”

Belega was a little stunned, this was probably the name of the beast, but Belega was not sure if the small, crying goblin was really the enemy he was looking for.

He immediately lifted the Anglond clan warhammer, which had been soaked in green-skinned blood for centuries to shine only to shine today, and slammed it against the shield of resistance that his other hand was holding tightly, letting out a dull thud sound, "Evil Moon Goblin, Skarsnik?" ”

The goblin, which had been wailing incessantly, immediately turned its head to look over, and after looking at the four translucent dwarves around the other party, it immediately understood the identity of the other party.

It lunged forward, grabbed the staff that had fallen to the ground, and pointed it directly at Bellega, "Damn the dwarf, you will pay for killing the Potbala, Waaaaaagh!" ”

Although it is weak and crazy, it has exerted extraordinary combat power at this moment, but as the lord of the Angrandde clan, holding two legendary equipment and a top-level rune equipment, Belega is not something that the Evil Moon Goblin can resist, Skarsnik is known for its intrigue and intrigue, and what it is good at has never been combat.

So less than half a minute later, Bellegar had already smashed the opponent's staff with his Clan Angrande warhammer and knocked the Evil Moon Goblin to the ground with a shield.

But Belega didn't kill the other party directly, behind him, after a king of Heroic Ancestors took out a heavy, blood-written book, he began to look directly into the other party's eyes, and shouted out words that had stayed in his heart for hundreds of years.

"For occupying and desecrating Mount Karak Eight Peaks, I sentence you."

With a hammer, Bellega directly shattered the opponent's jaw.

"I condemn you for robbing and stealing sacred artifacts and treasures."

Another hammer, the Evil Moon Goblin's ribs were broken in pieces, and he was dying.

"For the death of countless relatives for hundreds of years, I convict you of the crime of death!"

Bellega shouted again and raised his hammer aloft, the power of the runes surging wildly on it, "Now, ancestors, witness the fulfillment of an oath and the elimination of hatred!" The Angrunde clan lives on forever! ”