A sudden rainstorm rained for a day and a night, washing away the remaining battlefields like a tidal wave, so much of the work for the dwarves of Nogrod.

But the rain could wash away the black, muddy blood of the orcs, but it couldn't wash away their filthy corpses.

Looking at the messy and huge potholes in the square, and the devastated appearance of the earthquake at the end of the square, a young dwarf couldn't help but sigh and cheer himself up.

He then bent down again into one of the deep pits and began to use a shovel to clean up the remains of the footprints.

There were at least hundreds of dwarves like him in the square outside the Norgrod Gate, and at the same time, in the dwarven city-state behind them, there were also dense long queues of dwarves entering and exiting the still dilapidated gate.

They worked in pairs to carry out the charred corpses one by one, and each dwarf couldn't hide the disgust on his face.

"I wish the rain would wash away all these stinking creatures, so we wouldn't have to suffer this sin."

"Then you can suggest to His Majesty that he make the Whistling Dome a little bigger, so that next time it may be easier for us."

"How is this possible? There's no drain down there......"

"Next time?"

……

"It's a pity we didn't see it, it's a shame......"

Faint conversations spread throughout the square as the caravan passed by.

Many of the dwarves complained about the foul smell of barbecue from the burning fire, but they moved neatly, and their faces were full of joy every time they passed the potholes in the square in front of them.

The Northern Army's raid on the dwarven city-states ended in failure.

The lost Beregost was recaptured (albeit in ruins), and the enemy forces in Beregost were buried alive inside.

The stalemate Norgrod was also rescued, and when he saw the terrifying figure, a large number of enemy troops besieging the city fled without a fight, but were trampled by the vast figure of pursuit. Then they were chased and killed by the dwarven army that beat the water dogs.

The remnants of the enemy army fled in a panic and disappeared into the mountains in all directions, and elven scouts followed them, but there was no news yet.

The victorious dwarves and elves began to clean up the battlefield on the third day after the battle, today, to remove all traces of the enemy.

There were countless orc armies killed in this battle, but after removing the countless orcs, the fire demons who died in this war were clear.

Counting the one that the Elf King killed alone, a total of seven fire demons were killed, and the others were all crushed into slag.

In addition to this, there is the leader of the enemy army, the big wingless worm.

It was said that the great worm was quite famous in the north, but the dwarves did not know much about it, and they only knew that it had escaped for a long time, and was trampled to death by the chasing giants with little resistance—just like many orcs and firedemons in this battle.

Most of the orc deaths were caused by the dwarves and elven alliances, but there were seven fire demons in total, which could be called the death of one person, or one elf.

Because of this, after the war, Charles fell into a deep sleep because of great fatigue, and without knowing it, he received a fairly loud nickname -

Barlog's nemesis.

Ballog's meaning in Sinda is a powerful demon, and it refers to the creature of the Firedemon.

But at the same time, because he took the giant around for a long time, he also received another title - the Friend of the Giant.

God knows which dwarf gave it this name, apparently forgetting a tragic incident that had happened to them not long ago due to negligence.

If the dwarves of the side branch didn't know the details, hearing that the dwarves of the Blue Mountains had joined forces and encountered the giants crushing and falling half, and hearing that their good neighbors had such nicknames, they would probably have to think of a lot of conspiracy theories.

But in fact, at this time, the Norgrod dwarves were very close to the sleeping elven king, and they were also full of admiration and respect.

Without him, the campaign of Nogrod would not have been so smooth, and without him, it would have been much more difficult to recapture the fallen Beregost.

It can even be said that without him, the two dwarven clans in the Blue Mountains are even at risk of extinction.

Supporting Beregost, single-handedly fighting the fire demons, using shocking means to extinguish the raging fires, and fighting against the great insects of Angban for a long time, bought Beregost's dwarves enough time to escape, and used means to attract mountain giants, and turned the entire war situation in one fell swoop.

All kinds of deeds spread throughout the dwarves and Nando tribes along with the mouths of countless strikers, and even began to radiate to the outside world.

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In the year 353 of the First Age solar calendar, the sudden war between the dwarves of Ered Luin and the great enemies of the north made all the elven kings of Beleriander break out in a cold sweat in an instant.

While they put their precautions in place, they also remembered the Elven King Kanir (the name Charles claimed to be the name to the public) and the Nando tribe he led.

At the same time, as Charles' fame grew, some of his past deeds were unearthed one after another.

Among the Terrans, among the Nando, the wonderful potion caused many thirsty elves to rush towards the land of the Seven Rivers.

And the mysterious magical power has also attracted the attention of some hidden existences.

It's just that all of this has not been taken to heart by the parties.

The plan to drive the tiger and devour the wolf seemed to be going well, but at the time he was in danger all the time.

He was already tired from running around, and he needed to keep an eye on the giant at all times so as not to be attacked, otherwise he would die in the blink of an eye.

Attracting giants to attack the enemy army may seem majestic, but who can appreciate the danger?

After destroying Belegost and burying the enemy alive, Charles led the mountain giants cautiously "passing" Norgrod.

After chasing the fleeing enemy for a long time, he led him to the path opened by the orcs who had been paying attention.

Destroying it along the way, Charles used great strength to lure the tireless Golem into an abyssal canyon that was enough to make it impossible to pursue it any longer.

The Golem did not fall to his death, but roared to the sky, while the Charles, who had returned to Norgrod on the Great Eagle, fell into a deep sleep on the hard bed of the dwarves

That's 10 days of sleep!

He was extremely tired, but it also brought out some of the vast potential hidden in his body.

It was a peculiar slumber, and no one but Charles himself knew why he had slept for so long.

Ten days later, Charles woke up to everyone's relief.

After a brief stay, he said goodbye to the reluctant dwarves and returned to the Nando.

No one knew that the Charr was already a little different from before.