The night, uncomfortably quiet.

The dwarves, exhausted from a long day of fighting, fell asleep on the spot. Except for the soldiers on the periphery, the warriors and musketeers in the inner circle were already asleep.

In the small position, snoring was everywhere.

However, on this unusually quiet night, Arrin had difficulty sleeping. The faint roar of the beast in the air unnerved him.

"Wake up, wake up, do you hear me?"

In the wee hours of the morning, Arrin finally couldn't hold back the worry in his heart and woke up all his men.

However, his companions, who had been forcibly woken up, looked at him with bewildered expressions.

"Hear what? I didn't hear anything......"

Several officers looked at their general with bewildered expressions. Yet, Arrin still felt it, the beast hovering in the air, that unsettling, suffocating atmosphere.

"The roar of the beast, there are beasts in this wood."

Yarlin said alarmedly.

"Is that going to wake up the soldiers?"

The officers' questions silenced Yarlin. He knew that if he woke them up, if there was no danger, then he would be scolded by everyone, and he would be tired from fighting all day and night, and he would not be able to rest at night. This torture was simply unbearable for the dwarves. But don't wake them up, in case the tribe really raids at night...... Yarlin was conflicted.

"Wake them up."

However, he eventually decided to wake everyone up. Just in case.

The captains woke up their warriors one by one, and as soon as the soldiers woke up, the sound of wild beasts could be heard in the low air not far away.

That's a tribal wyvern!

"What do they want to do?"

"Whatever they're going to do, shoot them!"

Arrin roared and ordered.

The dwarven musketeers, who had just opened their sleepy eyes, fired indiscriminately at the huge shadows in the darkness. However, just after a round of gunfire, the bipedal wyvern roared. A large amount of black liquid poured down from the air.

"Nope! It's oil! ”

Screams erupted from the dwarven position. The moment the oil was spilled, almost everyone knew what the tribe wanted to do.

Sure enough, soon, dozens of ignited arrows fell from the sky high in the air.

They have little to no shooting ability, but they have the ability to ignite the battlefield.

"No!"

"Tribal dog!"

Arrin let out a furious roar. However, it was useless, dozens of rockets landed, and the entire dwarven position was full of flames, and the flames swept the entire mountain with lightning speed.

Screams, furious voices, echoed on this lonely mountain. At the same time, the surrounding tribal camps sounded with terrifying trumpets and howls. It was the angry howl of tens of thousands of tribal warriors swarming out. Kodomon and Wolves rushed out of the woods, and a large number of orcs, trolls, and minotaurs rushed out.

In the distance, the fire of the tribal camp echoed with the flames of the dwarven hill, like the tentacles of the devil, lighting up the dark night.

Countless bronze-whiskered dwarves were set on fire, screaming in pain, tumbling down the hill. The people are plunged into an abyss of misery...... And the Wyvern was still carrying the orcs and throwing torches and fuel.

At the foot of the mountain, looking at the blazing mountain, Hell Roar let out a satisfied laugh. He seemed to smell the scorched flesh of countless people, and the painful expressions and wails of the dwarves.

……

"Those who stand in the way of the tribe must die."

Hell's roar let out a roar of excitement.

Behind him, tens of thousands of tribal warriors rushed to the dwarven heights like mad beasts. The ironclad defensive positions had collapsed, and without the strength of the team, the dwarves would only be slaughtered in the face of the tall and strong orcs and minotaurs.

Hellroar grabbed the Bloody Roar, roared, and joined the fight himself.

Above the heights, the song of the dwarven vanguard reverberates.

Treading on the charred earth and the corpses, Sarufar stepped on the high ground with a heavy heart. In front of him, there was a mountain like purgatory on earth, and the dwarven heavy infantry stuffed in the plate armor could not get out, and one by one they were devoured alive by the flames.

Even the fire spells of the mages have never been so cruel......

Sarufar let out a remorseful roar. In front of him, a warrior of Ironforge Keep with a burning flame used his last strength to rush towards the orcs with a spear in his hand. At this distance, with this strength, Sarufar can completely deal with it. He knew that the dwarves had no chance of winning, but it was because of this that he felt that his glory had been lost. It's not a fair fight...... The moment the dwarf lunged at him, Sarufar turned slightly sideways, dodging the dwarf's blow with all his might.

The dwarven warrior let out a scream of pain, he was covered in flames, the heavy iron armor made it impossible for him to get out, he didn't even have the possibility to take off the armor, half of his face had been burned by the flames, but with all his will and anger, the dwarf did not fall, he drew the war hammer from his waist, and again, staggered and killed the orc.

With respect in his eyes, Sarufar saluted the dwarves, to these indomitable warriors. They are more like orcs than Garrosh...... Finally, Sarufar raised his tomahawk...... In the direction of the dwarf's charge, the orc veteran unleashed an infinitely powerful blow. With this blow, with a bloody light, the dwarven warrior in front of him was suddenly cut in two! Even the heavy plate armor could not stop the orc warrior Sarufar's blow.

He was going to put an end to the suffering of this dwarven warrior.

In the midst of the fire, a heat wave hit, and Sarufar felt a burning heat on his face, and the figures of the orcs ran back and forth, and the dwarves fled in all directions like lambs to the slaughter......

However, at the end of the day, the league will not give up on any of its teammates. Even if they make a mistake, it must be punished by the Alliance. Instead of leaving it to the slaughter of foreigners.

In the dark night sky, the roar of machinery was heard, and immediately, the strong light pierced through the clouds, and the giant warships of the Iron Fort broke through the clouds.

The appearance of these heavy warships immediately made the tribe stop the slaughter at hand.

The terrifying air fleet was like a black cloud, pressing down on the horde army. The orcs, minotaurs, and trolls all knew that if they didn't find a way out, the next thing to do was not the dwarves, but their own ...... They have little power against these aerial behemoths of Ironforge.

The army of the tribe lingered on the ground and hesitated, and it was at this moment that a line of fire connecting heaven and earth appeared on the horizon not far away. That's the main legion of the Alliance. Hellroar knows that the paladin who terrified the Scourge is here, the Alliance Knight who gave Sal a headache is here, and the Lord of Lordaeron with his legendary experience is here.