Similar to the Barbarian tribes, the Frost Dwarves were tribal groups, and the Frost Dwarves migrated from the far north due to war, and they were helped by the Rhinereth family, so the two families formed a generational covenant.

In the event that either side is threatened by the enemy, the other side is obliged to send troops to help. It is a vow made before God the Father and the God of Fire, and no one can break it. It's just that Baron Burton's sudden death caused Qin Feng to not know about this matter at all, and the housekeeper was not qualified to know about it, so until now they didn't know that they had an ally behind them.

Qin Feng knew some about it before, but then he was entangled in too many things, so he didn't take it to heart.

The dwarven warriors were quickly assembled, and after hundreds of years of development, the weak Frost Dwarven tribe had now become a powerful tribe, as can be seen from the fact that they were able to easily gather more than 2,000 dwarven soldiers.

"Go ahead, it's our obligation." Brute Hammer said to Hammer. As Hammer said before, the oath made in front of the god of fire cannot be broken, and even the patriarch has no right to break it, because it is an oath for generations.

Hammer nodded, stepped forward, and reached for the ring into the slot in the stone door. Suddenly, the originally dark stone gate suddenly emitted a blue light, and then a golden thread flowed along the ancient rune.

The huge stone door was like a feather, slowly opening in the blue light, without a sound in the process. Everyone watched with wide eyes and amazement.

The Brute Hammer Patriarch smiled, as if he saw his own appearance when his father did this when he was a child.

"Let's go." The stone door opened, revealing a dark hole behind the stone door, and the hammer came back from his surprise, raised his hammer, and roared loudly.

"Roar.......

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"Ahem...."It hurts, it hurts all over his body, especially in his chest, the claws of the wolf blade are sharper than any weapon he has ever seen, just in one moment, a huge cut was cut in his chest, and the flesh turned outward like a baby's lips, and from the blood, even the white bones inside could be seen.

The previously light tomahawk seemed to weigh a thousand pounds at this time, and its strong muscles seemed to be relaxed forever. The second leader lifted his scarred head with all his strength and looked ahead.

Many barbarian warriors are being slaughtered by werewolves, just like before, his tribe has been broken by orcs, and their people have been killed by werewolves. And now he is repeating the same mistakes with his brother, and he wants to shout at the anger of the barbarians and split the werewolf's head with a tomahawk, but he can't, he can't even lift a tomahawk now.

"You take the others to open the gates for me," Wolf Blade raised his hand to wipe his face, although the second leader was more miserable, he was not happy, in addition to the wound on his face before, one of his fingers was also cut off by a battle axe, and now the wound was gurgling blood.

He didn't care, for a werewolf, this injury was nothing.

Iron Head glanced at the second leader, reached out and stroked his neck, then laughed and left. Although the Wolf Blade was not of a higher status than him, he could see that the Wolf Blade was more used by the leader, and now that the leader had led them to victory, the disdain he had for Theron had long since dissipated.

When the second leader led the barbarian warriors and werewolves to fight, he jumped down from the city with a part of the green skin and joined the siege of the barbarian warriors. The barbarian warriors who were attacked on both sides quickly couldn't hold on, and one after another the warriors were killed one after another, and even those who were not killed were just lingering and screaming bitterly.

Not far away, Swarig, who was leading the emergency gathering of the townspeople, heard the terrible cries of the barbarians killed in battle, and his eyes immediately turned red, and he ignored the townspeople behind him, and ran wildly. The sound was so familiar, as if the previous scene had resurfaced in front of him.

The townsfolk were in an uproar, but then they quickened their pace to keep up under the command of other experienced old townspeople.

The footsteps of "coaxing...", the soldiers at the head of the city saw the arrival of reinforcements from a distance, and their morale was immediately boosted, and they roared and persecuted the orcs at the head of the city.

Wolf Blade also heard the sound of dense footsteps, and he glanced back in the direction of the city gate, and the corners of his mouth curled. You're still too late! The stones blocking the city gate have been quickly cleaned by the iron head with green skin, and the huge door latch has been pulled open by several strong orcs, and the city gate that has been watched closely has been slowly opened again.

"Swareg," Will, who was leading the stubborn resistance of the soldiers at the head of the city, was shocked when he saw this scene. All the soldiers in his hands were now entangled in orcs, and he had no chance of getting out. And with the opening of the city gate, a green-skinned army gathered outside the city suddenly surged towards the direction of the city gate.

Turning the last corner, Swarig saw at a glance an army of orcs pouring in through the open gates. And that wolf-bladed grin.

Wolf Blade glanced at Swareg not far away, gave him a sinister smile, then lifted his hand with a severed finger and pointed at the second leader who was kneeling on the ground with his weapon.

Against Swareg's reddened murderous gaze, he walked slowly to the second leader's side, grabbed the second leader's hair, and showed his neck.

"Ahem... Ahem....." Cocking his neck, the blood pouring down his throat, the second leader coughed a few times, he knew what the wolf blade was going to do to him. He wanted to resist, he wanted to stand up, and the barbarian warrior could not kneel even if he died. But he couldn't stand up, he couldn't even feel the presence of his legs, and the tomahawk in his hand fell to the ground with the movement of the wolf blade. He knew he couldn't do it, he smiled and wanted to scold Wolf Blade, but he couldn't speak.

"Second Leader." Anger filled his heart, and he wanted to rush forward desperately, save the second leader, and then cut the neck of the wolf blade with an axe. But he knew he couldn't, the black-pressed orcs poured in through the city gates, and the civilians of the city were about to face slaughter. Between the second leader and everyone, he can only choose the latter.

Swareg's yelling sobered the second leader a little, and he forced himself to turn his head to look at Swareg, and then felt a pain in his neck, and he lost consciousness.

The majestic body fell, and the wolf blade raised the still bleeding head in his hand, looked at Swareg, and smirked at him with disdain.

"Go back, go back..."Swarig watched all this, and the townsfolk behind him had already followed, and he stopped them.

"My lord....what?" The townsfolk were puzzled.

"Go back, go back, go back..."Swareg yelled, "Look, the orcs have already breached the city gates, are you going to die?" Go back, protect your loved ones, go back, go back. ”

Everyone was in an uproar, and then the panic quickly began to spread, and they couldn't help but start to retreat as they looked at the black oppressive orcs in front of them.