The dwarven city-state of Nogrod was built as empty as an abyss.

And when countless shouts and shouts of killing resounded in the abyss, the echo and noise caused were simply catastrophic.

The shouts of slaughter were accompanied by screams and the continuous whizzing of arrows through the air, and although they did not happen in the near future, they seemed to be as lingering as if they appeared in the ears.

Amglas, the leader of the Nando army, was now on the edge of a cavern with a towering rock wall.

Looking down, there was a raging fire at the bottom, and I couldn't see the original appearance at all in a trance.

The dilapidated gate, which was level with the ground outside, and the King's Bridge, which spread straight inside the gate, were now densely packed and even bloated with a large number of fighting soldiers.

The dwarven soldiers in chain mail and masked helmets were in the eastern part of the stone bridge, and on the other side of them, it seemed that an endless army of orcs was constantly swarming along the entrance of the gate!

The relatively narrow stone bridge could not accommodate much crowding, so that as the orcs frantically attacked, one of its kind was often accidentally squeezed off the bridge, and then fell in panic and screamed towards the raging sea of fire at the bottom of the abyss.

At this point, it had been completely ignited by the dwarves with fuel in advance, and even if they couldn't fall to death, it would be enough to burn them completely.

On this stone bridge, the dwarves and elven archers were in countless beehive-like holes in all directions**, shooting out patches of fierce black rain, and the noise was everywhere, and the reaper bridge was filthy life one after another.

Compared to Beregost, which was easily breached by surprise attacks, the hollow city of Nogrod was very difficult.

The road leading up and down the city was across the stone bridge, but the dwarven soldiers were holding it firmly.

In addition, the city is completely hollow up and down, and even if there are orcs who do not take the stone bridge and climb towards the rock wall at the root, there are archers who shoot instantaneously, and it will not make up much trouble.

In this case, even if there is a fire demon, there is no way to exert its strength.

In fact, the group of fire demons still did not appear in the attacking team.

Compared to the dwarf orcs, the continuous black "rainstorm" around them was still able to wrap themselves heavily with shields to resist, but the huge size of the fire demon became an Achilles' heel here.

In the war, the original strong individual strength has become insignificant.

Nogrod was the base camp of the dwarves, and there was no shortage of weapons and supplies, so that the rain of arrows was repeated.

And although the orc army was able to completely wrap itself with shields, it could not withstand the strong force of the rain of arrows, and it was difficult to fall under the bridge without being hit by the sudden attack.

So much so that the situation is basically deadlocked.

In this case, Nogrod is like a crazy meat grinder, constantly crushing one life after another.

The orc army gradually moved from the doorway to the center of the bridge, and the number of troops sacrificed was simply huge.

Every inch of land they invade is filled with countless lives.

……

"Even if these damn orcs could capture the King's Bridge, we would be able to make them taste even harder!"

A slightly shrill voice of indignation sounded in his ears, and Amgrass turned his head to see two dwarves with braided hair, one black and one red.

The Black Braid is the dwarven king of Beregost, Azaghar, and the other is the new dwarven king of Nogrod, Guntilim.

It was none other than the red-braid Guntilim, who was now looking down at the bridge below, with hatred on his face.

The old dwarf king of Norgrod fell to the Battle of Beregost, which was a blood feud for the firebeard dwarves, and now seeing a large number of orcs trapped in this area, the young dwarf king was full of joy.

The constant attacks of archers from the surrounding rock walls and the inability to show their heads against the enemies also gave him a sense of victory in sight - after all, the enemies seemed to be numerous, but they couldn't really be endless.

In fact, at this time, the dwarves did have the upper hand, not to mention the geographical advantage of the King's Bridge, even if the bridge was occupied, the dwarves were already prepared.

At the very top of Norgrod, a dwarven soldier had already lifted a boulder with great difficulty, and if the King's Bridge was really breached, then they would directly destroy the bridge.

Without this passage, the orc army still couldn't attack it.

It's just that Amglas, the elven general of the Nando tribe, is not so optimistic.

"It is necessary to guard against the enemy attacking from the other side." He said succinctly.

Then, under the gaze of the two dwarven kings, he raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

The hollow city-state had already dug through the mountains, and at the top of the direction he was pointing, there was a large open-air exit.

"It's impossible to climb in from the top of the whistling top, it's too steep for us to climb up outside."

The red-braided dwarf king didn't care about this, and the black-braid beside him frowned in thought.

However, in fact, the outside world they couldn't see, at this moment, a large number of orcs were already climbing along a certain mountain road towards the top of the mountain under the leadership of several fire demons, and at the same time, many black dots soaring high in the sky faintly appeared on the horizon shrouded in the night.

The situation seems to be stable, but in fact there is a hidden crisis.

However, just when everything was running silently, there was a sudden earth-shattering noise in the northern direction of Nogrord!

Even if you are very far away, even if you are in the middle of the mountain, you can hear it clearly!

"Earthquake?"

The soldiers in the war have no time to worry about it, but the three leaders who are in charge of the whole situation are attracted to some of the attention.

But at first they didn't pay much attention to it. After all, it is located in the heart of the mountains, and occasional turmoil is inevitable.

However, after just over ten seconds, the same loud noise reappeared!

This made the elves Amglath and Gontilim feel bad, and they subconsciously wondered if the enemy had sent some amazing monsters to attack the city.

The black-braided dwarf king did the same at this time.

He even thought of the way a group of orc vanguards appeared in Beregost not long ago—

Hang on a flock of large winged lizards and surprise Beregost with the open gates......

Although the winged ones disappeared after the transport and did not participate in the battle, no one doubted that they would not reappear.

That strange big bird, the fire demon, the troll, and the fire-breathing worm...... It doesn't seem surprising that the enemy has come up with any more amazing means.

But then, a white figure flashed in his mind, and then his mind moved.

"He won't ...... Did it work? ”

At first, this idea was not firm, but it felt a little absurd.

Gradually, however, with the repetitive rings in the ears, the troops rushing in from the entrance below became inexplicably sluggish, and there was a faint panic and noise outside......

The dwarven king Azaghar suddenly felt that this idea might be coming true.

In fact, if he could see what was happening in the distance, he would be sure of it.

……

In the cold night,

The black eagle soared around the fallen Beregost, letting out a melodious cry.

The towering mountain giants roared in deep rage, chasing the nimble "mosquito", acting in a furious manner, but constantly stumbling over the low peaks below, so that there was often a roaring sound.

The earthquake was violent, the sound was dull and loud, and the countless orcs who had occupied the place trembled in the city-state, and the joy of victory was gone.

As for the fire-breathing dragon, which should have been majestic, it was lying motionless in a forest five kilometers away from Beregost, its body flipped on its stomach, dark golden blood flowed into pools, and its originally hideous head had been trampled into a puddle of flesh.