Along the outer corridor, Ares led the Knights all the way up to the triage.

As far as the eye can see, the castle is surrounded by lakes of white light, in the distance are high mountains and cliffs, the ancestral dragon is still fighting in the air, the gunboats and catapults of the alliance are constantly throwing flints and cannonballs at the castle, and the whole castle is shattered in the roar of cannonballs, and from time to time unlucky warriors fall under the high-speed and rapid cannonballs.

Blood stained the trail red.

Knocking open door after door, the Knights, led by Ares, reached the top of Utgard.

Pale sunlight shone in through the window, creating eerie spots of light on the floor. On both sides of the corridor are huge statues of ancient beasts. Some ancient creatures that Ares had never seen before, giant mammoths, ferocious sawtooth tigers, and ancient ice worms with thick bodies. However, this is the era in which the Viku people lived.

In that era of cruelty and barbarism, there was no so-called technology and magic, everything was only the supremacy of power. The Viku people relied on their physical strength to survive that barbaric era. And their prey is these ferocious and terrifying-looking behemoths.

While everyone was marveling at the ancient savage world, at the end of the corridor, hundreds of Viku warriors slaughtered from the depths of the fortress. That's the elite of the clan. The ground trembled, and a terrifying roar sounded in my ears.

"Prepare for battle!"

Facing the dark passage, Ares roared.

The paladin held the Ember Messenger aloft, and golden light burst out from the blade, illuminating the entire interior of the Dark Castle.

Bathed in this holy light, the warriors of the Order began to charge. The Elven Ranger shoots the first wave of arrows.

After being parried by the savage Viku warriors, the two armies engaged in a bloody battle inside the castle.

At the top of Utgard, blood is splashed and war songs are everywhere.

"In the name of the Light!"

A three-meter-tall Viku warrior slashed at Ares with an axe, but was blocked by a sword, and the light flashed like an explosion from the blade of the sword, and the Viku warrior in front of him obviously didn't understand why, a small human could actually block a blow with all his strength. The dazzling golden light barely kept his eyes open, and taking advantage of the gap, Ares took a sideways step and stabbed his greatsword into the abdomen of the Viku warrior.

Screams echoed through the hallways of the main hall.

Beside him, Herod was smashed into the air with a hammer by a rampaging Viku warrior, but the mage's ice arrow immediately pierced Viku's shoulder. Enduring the pain of being pierced and bleeding, the Viku berserker continued to charge.

However, Khadgar's ice spell followed.

Countless dense ice crystals immediately condensed under the feet of the half-giant, holding his feet to the ground, and no matter how much he roared, he could not move another half step. In the next moment, countless hail-like crushed ice stones floated in the palm of Khadgar's hand, and in less than a heartbeat, the crushed ice flew towards the half-giant at an extremely fast speed.

The strong body of the Viku warrior was suddenly smashed through countless holes, and flesh and blood splattered.

Some of the Viku who followed Ares also fought with the Viku giants in the castle. Here, they witnessed the loss of their people's freedom and souls, and one by one the fallen Viku warriors rose back to their feet under the influence of the necromancer's dark magic, however, the resurrected Viku warriors were bloodied and bloody, and they only knew how to kill, and completely lost their consciousness. Like a puppet, at the mercy of the necromancer.

Beside Ares, Sylvanas's arrows continued to volley, and after shooting a Viku warrior, Sylvanas jumped violently, jumped onto the half-giant's knee, and then used his knee as a springboard, three times five divided by two, and jumped on top of the Viku berserker's head.

The half-giant roared, but could not get rid of the "villain" above his head. With his feet outstretched, standing on the shoulders of the Viku, Sylvanas bent his bow and shot an arrow into the half-giant's skull. Pulling out the bloody cluster of arrows, the moment the half-giant fell to the ground, Windranger's legs violently jumped, rolling and landing. The whole set of actions went smoothly, without any mud and water, and even Ares was ashamed of himself. If it weren't for the protection of the Holy Light, his skills would not be half as smooth as those of the Windranger.

Finally, the last Viku warrior was impaled in the chest by a sword from the Alliance warrior. Blood splattered on the armor of Lordaeron's warriors, staining him blood-red. Ares looked back, and the entire corridor was lined with the corpses of hundreds of Viku warriors.

Most of the corpses were riddled with holes, and among the commandos were mages, rangers, musketeers, assassins, warriors, and paladins. And on the side of the Viku, there are only warriors.

"They are brave and real warriors."

Looking at the devastated corpse, Ares whispered. He walked up to a fallen Viku warrior and stomped on his chest, stabbing his sword in both hands to the heart.

The Ember Bringer pierced the Viku man's chest like a fiery sword, and red flames swept through his body in an instant. He is a resurrection...... In the previous battle, he was long dead, and was resurrected by the Lich to participate in a new battle. Ares purified the body. It also casts his soul.

"Now, this fortress is ours."

Covered in blood, Ares gasped.

The crowd cheered......

However, such celebrations did not last long, and from inside the bronze gate, a deafening roar was heard.

A humanoid creature that was noticeably taller and stronger than the average Viku came out of the darkness. A low roar was like an ancient beast, and the Alliance soldiers were suddenly terrified. Panic was written on the faces of every Union soldier. Even the dwarven warriors, who had always been afraid of heaven and earth, stared at the figure in the darkness.

As the crowd watched in horror, the silhouette of Imiron, the king of the Viku people, gradually appeared.

Soon, the ancient king was seen for what he really was—his face was wrinkled, his eyes were bloody, his arms were strong like rocks, and he held a black warhammer in his hand. His heavy armor proved him to be a warrior, the most powerful warrior of the Viku tribe.

"I feel the fear in you, little reptiles."

King Imiron did not appear alone, but behind him were the Vaku blood wizards who faithfully followed him.

Before the Alliance Paladin's prayer was completed, the blood wizard behind King Imiron's back had already begun to cast spells. The entire hall reverberated with the curse of terrifying voodoo. Soon, the Alliance soldiers in the front row were bleeding from their mouths and noses, and their whole body was convulsing, and their muscles and bones quickly dissolved under the effect of blood magic......

Ares tries to save the dying soldiers. However, before the paladins could heal the wounded, King Imiron, the king of the Vikus, had already wielded his hammer and charged at the Alliance army.