Under the gloomy and deep sky, the castle on the high hill was crowded with people, heavily armed orcs lined up to guard the walls, and some relatively thin logistics personnel were responsible for equipping weapons and carrying the city's defense equipment.

Crushed stone, oil, catapults, corrosive liquids, etc.

They were very well prepared, and with the reinforcements from the north that had arrived not long ago, they were clearly superior in numbers.

So much so that the orcs were full of confidence, and they were about to stop the spread of the three-clan alliance.

At the same time, some of the officers commanding the battle were also guarding against someone's assassination, and one by one they either hid in the shadows, or their whole bodies were stuffed inside the iron lumps, and even some fierce ones were staring around a circle of archers, demanding that if they were assassinated, then let them shoot their arrows and die with the enemy.

Although Charr's deeds made him highly prestigious among the elves and even the human dwarves, this prestige was born by stepping on the bones of countless dead orcs.

So much so that in Angban, his reputation is only strong and not weak, enough to make "children cry".

Some of the orcs hated him, some feared him, and some worshipped him.

Under the convergence of all kinds of emotions, a single team is estimated to run away when it encounters Charles, but if there are enough to form a military formation, it makes them fierce.

Under the dim sky, the black-pressed three-clan alliance became clearer and clearer, because the sight of the orcs could not be compared to that of the elves, and the surrounding fog was everywhere, so that they felt that the southern plains seemed to be occupied by the enemy, and all the troops were everywhere.

So much so that many orcs suddenly became timid and nervous.

However, they were actually much larger than the number of coalition forces that were about to attack the city, and with the defense of the walls and the height of the terrain, the scales were actually tilted in favor of the dark side.

Unfortunately, the enemy is not ready to play according to the routine.

On the walls of the city of Simrin, a half-orc archer who clenched his weapon and couldn't stop swallowing in the face of the black oppressive army suddenly felt that the wind around him seemed to become a little violent.

Due to the topography and geographical location, the environment has always been cold and windy, but this wind usually does not cause too much trouble.

But at this time, the cold wind around that was not strong seemed to be poured into a strong backup, and it suddenly began to worsen!

The wind swept through the cold, and the fog rippled violently.

The orcs on the city wall shuddered, and an officer scolded the damn weather, but he didn't want the iron helmet on his head to suddenly fall off by the wind.

The wind in Shim Rin became more violent.

From the normal wind to the storm, the dust under the feet was rolled up and wreathed, and the hoarse whining sound took only a minute or two from the first faint to the last loud!

The surrounding wind, accompanied by dust, sand and stones, mixed with the existing thick fog, seemed to form a curtain that obscured the view.

The strong winds in all directions made many orc soldiers increasingly unsteady on their feet, screaming in panic, some holding on to the wall in resistance, others simply lying on the ground.

Some of those who didn't react even staggered and were eventually blown off the wall!

From a distance, a wave of extremely fast-rotating tornadoes suddenly rolled up in the towering fortress that was originally shrouded in mist, and it became thick and hazy during the frenzied spread, and finally even evolved into a giant tornado that enveloped the entire fortress and kept winding up!

The gray and hazy tornado was like a huge wind python, and as a large number of black dots were successively swallowed into its belly from the bottom to the top, its physique gradually grew and increased, until it pierced into the gray and black clouds of the sky!

The clouds rippled violently, and the sky that had become black as ink because of the arrival of a certain northern will poured downward, as if a vast river faced a sudden funnel-shaped water eye, black poured into the mouth of the python, and finally expelled the darkness, spreading downward like a transport of energy.

Boom ——!

It was like a vast thunderbolt smashing into the rocks, and when the black reached the lowest end of the tornado, it exploded directly into the chaotic and blurred fortress impact in the wind!

Countless rubbles were scattered in all directions, as big as some vast meteorites falling from the sky, wrapped in the fierce wind and fiercely smashing into the ground outside Simrin, and there were obvious cracks and deep pits everywhere.

The smaller ones are like a dense rain of arrows, swirling and splashing under the force of the wind, and they are very violent.

Some even flew in front of the coalition forces that were still far away in Sim with great force!

The swishing sound of a large number of stones piercing the air was faintly audible, and an angry roar echoed from the depths of the north, and the sound caused the black clouds in the sky to spin violently, so that the huge python that connected the heavens and the earth lost its follow-up power, but this could not stop what had happened - after the explosion, Shimrin was already in ruins!

Born from the aggressive heart of countless armies, from someone's unique talent for growing stronger, and above all from the wonderful mutations that have occurred after the assassination......

Even though Morgoth had already transferred his will during this period, and even though its dark realm was powerful, it did not succeed in suppressing the tornado python that was slowly converging and dissipating due to its successful retreat!

The wind stopped, and countless small black dots that were blown up by the tornado screamed and were thrown in all directions, and then plopped and fluttered like dumplings, and looked down in the sky, and the flowers made of black blood bloomed around Himrin, one after another, overlapping and densely packed......

The violently fluctuating mood slowly calmed down as the python dissipated, and due to the growing ability, it was no longer as difficult for the charr to unleash this miraculous power as it had been at the beginning.

Retracting his gaze, he looked down at the two dwarven kings next to him, and found that they were now staring at the frantic half-orc rain in the direction of Sim Rin, dumbfounded.

"Could this be the majesty of Mahal's crown?"

The dwarven king Azaghar muttered subconsciously, obviously unprepared for all this at the moment.

"Maybe it's the Lord of the Wind in the West, and don't forget that we have a flock of eagles following us." Charles answered in a serious manner.

However, Hareth on the other side stared at him, her eyes flickering.

More than 20 years ago, this person made a miracle that will still be unforgettable for her, and even the entire Haradin, and at this moment, the miracle is unfolding in front of her!

Not only Hareth, but also some other humans here also looked at the existence riding the white deer, their eyes fanatical.

However, in fact, there are not many humans who can see the specific situation, after all, the whole army is all over the mountains.

With the exception of a few in the front row, the rest of the large force were largely confused - they could see the tornado rising and the fall of a large number of orcs, but they didn't know the specifics.

However, as they marched around the ruined Simrin, and finally entered the ruins, everything became clear.

The high hills on the outside and the uneven rocky terrain around the high hills were covered with corpses and black blood, and the existence of the dead ones was simply chilling.

Walking up the staircase trail strewn with corpses, I found that the outer walls of Himrin were twisted, and the buildings on both sides of the interior were crumbling and chaotic, as if all the dark and evil roads had been washed away.

The black blood and messy armaments were shattered and scattered, and the corpses of the half-orcs either crashed into the wall and collapsed, or were crushed by the ruins, or broken in half, lying on their stomachs as if they had been crushed to the bones of their bodies.

Some of them were still alive, but they screamed in horror and trembled in the face of the continuous army.

Seems to have been scared crazy.

The soldiers who rushed in were equally shocked by this, and many were even confused.

The person who caused all this did not open his mouth to explain anything, but after explaining some things, he quietly disappeared into the ruins of Simrin, and officially sneaked towards the north.

……

In the early autumn of the First Age 373, the battle of the Alliance's counterattack on Angban began, and under the leadership of the leaders of the three clans, the coalition forces recaptured the important place of Simlin without a single soldier.

The 50,000 dark armies stationed here were all destroyed by the sudden tornado.

This great victory has made many scholars of the present and later generations quite absurd.