Beregost's plea for help seemed very sudden, and the old king of Nogrod began to gather his army without thinking.

Then, despite the inconvenience of his legs, he rode his sturdy black-haired porcupine towards the northeast road of Nogrord.

Behind him were a large number of running dwarven soldiers, all dressed in shiny chain mail and iron helmets, gritting their teeth and following behind the old king's ass with short legs.

The elves are also in the group, but they are much faster than the large number of dwarves.

However, compared to the impatient King Norgrod, they seemed very calm.

Running along the dwarven path that runs through the valley, the Giant Deer Riders always keep walking with the Dwarven King.

But in a few moments, under Charles's orders, one of the guards riding a bighorn deer picked up his pace and rushed forward at a rapid pace.

Beregost's dwarves called for help, but it was unclear what the situation was, and the dwarven army approached them rashly, and it would not be good if they stepped on a trap.

However, this is a matter of concern to Charles, and at this time there is no trap for Belegost, but it is already in jeopardy.

The distance between the two city-states was not too far, and after half an hour, the elven scouts who had gone to investigate hurried back and reported the situation facing the city-state.

A large number of orcs are attacking there!

I couldn't figure out why the orcs were able to suddenly appear in the hinterland of the dwarves with many passes, but since the other party sent a call for help, it proved that the situation had deteriorated to a certain extent, so after learning the news, the team accelerated again.

After a quarter of an hour, they arrived outside Beregost.

At this time, the gates of this large fortress have been opened, and in the vast hall, dwarven warriors are engaged in a melee with a large number of enemy troops!

The noise was loud, screaming, shouting, and yelling...... The sounds mingled together to create a chaotic scene.

Among the enemies, there are not only short-stated half-orcs, but also many towering monsters with huge stature and thick skin!

It was something the Charr had never seen before, and the dwarves knew nothing about.

"Soldiers of Nogrod, come after me, and tell those filthy things to see how powerful the Firebeard Dwarves are!" In the face of all this, the old king roared wildly, and then took the lead in the charge, opening the pace of reinforcements to attack.

Behind him, a large number of soldiers shouted a mouthful and menacing slogan in unison, and then followed in a rage.

This is the unique language of the dwarves, Kuzdu, which means "The dwarven battle axe is slashing at you!" ”

It's a pity that the elves don't understand it at all.

"What should we do?" Watching the large group of dwarves behind him rush towards the battle-torn hall of Beregost, the captain of the guard beside him asked.

"Notify the army to come to support." Charles replied hurriedly, his gaze narrowly scanning the battlefield.

Due to the high terrain, he could clearly see that not far from the entrance of that hall, the heavily armed King Beregost was facing a behemoth burning all over his body at this moment!

"That's ...... Firefiend? ”

……

Two figures, one large and one small, clashed and fell into the corner of the hall, rolling, slashing, dodging, yelling, and burning......

However, the two figures fought more violently than the surrounding battlefield.

In the face of the crimson flame of the horned giant, all the creatures in the battlefield avoided it, but the dwarven king with black braids appeared to be brave.

His slashes make enemies roar with every attack, and his dodges are dexterous, unlike the slightly hulky giants.

However, as time passed, his reaction became slower and slower, and finally he stumbled and fell to the ground!

Norgrod's reinforcements flooded away, but they were met with a strong made of orcs, but the enemy's initial gain came to a halt.

It's just that the situation is urgent, and for a while, no one can come to help the dwarven king who has lost his footing.

The spark-carrying wind suddenly hit his face, and Azaghar, who could not escape, gritted his teeth and raised the axe in his hand, deciding to give the enemy a hatred on his death.

But then he suddenly noticed that the fire demon's fist had paused, so he hurriedly took the opportunity to roll on the spot and decisively leave its original position.

Then he looked intently, and found that the fire demon who was chasing after him didn't pay attention to him at the moment, but looked outside the hall.

There was a rush of people around him, shouting and shouting and killing seemed so chaotic that he was so small that King Azaghar couldn't see the situation.

But he saw a few arrows that burst through the air and slammed into the fire demon's massive body, sparking little by little, but they did not break through the enemy's defenses.

One of the arrows bounced at his feet, and when he looked down, he saw that the body of the arrow, which had been slightly scorched by the heat, was engraved with exquisite stripes, which made King Azaghar's tense heart relax.

"Elven Arrows...... It's reinforcements! Beregost boys, reinforcements are coming, hold me out! ”

He laughed loudly, pushed away the dwarven soldiers who ran to protect him, and rushed towards the towering Minotaur again.

If this thing is not removed as soon as possible, it will only cause heavy losses to the dwarven soldiers, so despite the danger, he, the dwarven king, must grit his teeth and get closer.

But before he could step forward, the behemoth, which was no less than five meters tall, suddenly turned around and ran out of the hall, letting out a thick roar full of anger as he walked forward.

The wide stride carried the flames, and there were a large number of dwarves and even orcs in the hall in its path, but the fire demon had no scruples about it.

Flames splashed, steps were heavy, and with a tremor boom, a scorched and blazing path was opened up with a lot of screams!

The minotaur was completely blind to the ants below, and some dwarven soldiers took the opportunity to pick up their axes and slash, but they could only make speckled white marks on the legs of the opponents like pitch-black rocks, and then they were burned to death by the flames or trampled into flesh with a single kick.

So much so that at first, there were soldiers who fought to die, but in the end, they all fled in panic under this kind of crushing.

King Azaghar, who followed his ass, was even more left behind because of his short legs, and was finally overwhelmed by a large number of soldiers.

It attracted attention, but the endless stream of arrows continued to hit its body, but it did not lead to anything but to make the fire demon move faster.

For some reason, it seemed to be full of rage, its snort was heavy, the flames on its body were rising with steam, and its steps became faster and faster.

Eventually, it even began to roar and trot, and a long whip of flaming yellow flaming sprouted from its flaming arms and swirled back and forth, brewing ready to unleash a deadly attack.

"Your Majesty, let's retreat!"

After the captain of the guard next to him shot an arrow, he saw that the fiery monster had already walked out of the hall, getting closer and closer, and couldn't help but look at the charr next to him.

"You get out first."

Charles replied intently on the high hill, and the longbow in his hand was drawn into a full moon again, and then let go.

Whoosh——!

The sound of a rapid breaking of the air was faintly rippling, followed by a clanging sound.

Compared to before, this noise can be heard very clearly!

The king did not retreat, how could the guards retreat first, so under the leadership of the captain of the guard, this group of elven archers not only did not move their feet, but gritted their teeth and attacked again in the face of the huge fire demon that was constantly approaching.

Shoot the heart, the eyes, the neck, and even the next three ways.

A large number of arrows attacked, but they could not break through the enemy's defenses, so that the guards who kept shooting were even a little desperate when the enemy appeared ten meters below the hill.

The leader, Charles, glanced at them, then threw away the longbow in his hand and pulled out Nahir, who was carrying it at his waist.

With a solemn gaze, he clenched the shining king's sword with both hands, and then suddenly headed towards the tall figure of the enemy!

"Your Majesty!" The captain of the guard was shocked. Yet he heard only one response.

"Cover me!"

The calm voice made his expression stunned, and then he gritted his teeth and pulled the longbow again, but the target was no longer the behemoth, but the scattered orcs around him.

The same goes for the other guards.

There were dwarven soldiers around to help defend it, so for a while these archers could attack without any scruples, but if the fire demon approached, they had no chance of escaping.

Although it is not clear why the Charr did not retreat, at this moment, they chose to believe in their king.