"What do you say! What happened to the dwarven hoplite regiment? What happened to my father? Ignoring the soreness in his body, Jin Li scratched. The cavalry dragged him off his horse.

"They...... By the time we left, they were surrounded by armies of orcs and trolls, and there were flying beasts in the sky under the command of the Witch King Angmar. Speaking of the back, the blood-stained human knight involuntarily lowered his voice, and there was a little shame in his tone.

"You're lying! Wait, are you all deserters? Jin Li's eyes widened, and he grabbed the knight's throat and shook it continuously, causing the other party's handsome face to glow with suffocation. Seeing this, the others hurriedly stepped forward to stop Jin Li, but they couldn't pull away the sad, angry dwarf who had lost his mind.

"Stop! Jin Li, you're going to strangle him to death. Su Qin frowned, and his right hand lit up with a faint blue electric light. Then, a slap on the shoulder made him shiver and sit on the ground.

"Thank you." The human knight coughed a few times and continued to recount the scene. Despite the rough treatment, his face was full of sympathy instead of anger.

"Before, three red giants who had never been seen before suddenly rushed into the battlefield. These monsters with the constant screaming of the giant axe in their hands were simply more terrifying than the most terrible demons, although there were only three of them, they easily tore apart our battle line, and what happened afterwards can no longer be called a battle, it is only a one-sided ......"

The knight paused involuntarily, his throat rolling to hold back his tears, and he spat out two weak mosquitoes, but the words that fell into the ears of others were like a thunderbolt from the sky.

"Slaughter."

The news left everyone in dead silence.

"In order to preserve the strength of the coalition forces as much as possible, the dwarven hoplite regiment, which was unable to move quickly, decided to stay behind. They handed over the wounded to us, and they themselves burned the rest of their supplies and stuck in the camp to fight the enemy to the death. Then ...... "guilt crawled all over the knight's face, and even his voice became shrill and weak.

"And then you ran away in shame, didn't you?! Leaving behind my countrymen and my father, I ran away without honor! Damn, I ......" Jin Li, whose muscles were paralyzed by electric shocks, cursed through gritted teeth.

This sentence finally angered the human knight, and he threw off his helmet to reveal his long brilliant golden hair, and it turned out that this seemingly thin knight was actually a beautiful lady with a slender body. She can understand Jin Li's sadness, but she can't tolerate the unwarranted slander of her comrades.

"The Rohan have also lost more than half of their compatriots! Even the elite turbo cavalry, built on new technology, was almost wiped out when they broke through. Dwarves watch your words, the Rohan are not deserters! We're not cowards! ”

Leos stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder.

"Daughter of Iomond, Your Highness Iowen, please calm your anger. I am sure that none of you will doubt the undoubted bravery and loyalty of the Rohans. Please continue to talk about what we are about to face. ”

"As you wish, Master Leos." Because of the technology passed down by Leos and them, the local forces of this world have been able to fight against the dark army to this day, so they all have a great degree of respect for Leos and the others. Hearing his words, Iowen suppressed the unhappiness in her heart and continued to recount what happened on the front line with a serious attitude.

"Thanks to the sacrifice of the Dwarven hoplites, we were able to bring the wounded and the remaining thirty percent or so of the soldiers who were still fighting back to Fort Horn. The large force is expected to arrive before sunset today, and it is hoped that Fort Clarion will have enough medical supplies and other supplies to prepare. At the same time, and more urgently, the vanguard of the Dark Army will also arrive in a week's time. Therefore, we must speed up the progress of the renovation of the fortifications. The situation has reached a point where there is no time to delay. With that, Iowen pulled out a blood book written on the tattered cloak. It seems that the situation in the front-line troops has become so bad that even stationery cannot be guaranteed.

"More details are recorded in the letter addressed to you by His Majesty the King. Although we have no ink, there is at least enough blood on the battlefield for my uncle to write. The maiden knight smiled wryly and handed the letter to Leos.

At this moment, a hoarse scream suddenly sounded in the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a monster that looked like a bird but not a bird, a dragon and not a dragon, hovering over Fort Horn. It swooped to the ground with a screech, and at the sound of the screech, the common people took refuge in the house, while the warriors pulled out their bows and crossbows and prepared to punish the damned monster. The elf side represents Legolas more pumping from behind. A strangely shaped steam rifle was put over the shoulder.

Just as the flying beast was about to enter range, it suddenly instigated its wings to regain altitude in an eerie pose. At the same time, the person riding on the flying beast also threw a round thing to the ground.

The thing fell to the ground and splashed puffs of dust, and the smoke cleared, revealing a mutilated dwarven head in front of the people. Jin Li, who was originally sitting on the ground because of muscle paralysis, suddenly struggled to get up and crawled towards his head.

He let out a roar of great pain.

"Father!"

Amid the mournful roar of the dwarves, the witch king Angmar rode away on the flying beast. He flew straight to the nest where the Chaos Invaders were entrenched; Once the seat of the dwarven kingdom - Lonely Mountain.

When Smaug, the dragon with thirteen names, including King of the Mountain, Head of All Evil, Feared Dragon, and Infinite Riches, died at the hands of Girion's descendant Bowton, the archer, and re-established its home for dwarves and humans. But all of this has changed dramatically after the Chaos invasion.

The once peaceful and tranquil town of Riverdale has now been transformed into a slaughterhouse of wild beasts. Houses have collapsed, residents have been slaughtered, and all that remains here is charred walls and living bones. Seeing this miserable scene, the Witch King let out a series of malicious laughs, and then flew directly to the Lonely Mountain with the flying beast.

The Lonely Mountain, the former dwarven homeland, is now claimed by the Chaos invaders. The walls that were once filled with elaborate reliefs were covered with blood-smeared blasphemous, and the fine stone carvings were either beaten into rubble to build the walls, or decapitated by the orcs for fun.

Seeing the Witch King's flying beasts landing, several short half-orcs covered in purple sores hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the reins to guide the Witch King's mount to the beast pen. Looking at these humble creatures, a disdainful sneer came from the Witch King's hollow helmet. These orcs, mutated by the magic of Chaos, were only worthy of doing what these inferior people did, he thought in disgust.

Walking into the interior of the lonely mountain, I saw the orcs building simple and tall scaffolding on both sides of the hall. There is a strange gap in the middle of the shelf, which seems to be used to accommodate some of the larger beings.

On the other side, in the work area where the dwarves were forging weapons, a large group of orcs were working desperately under the drive of the strong orc overseers wielding their leather whips. From time to time, some weak individuals lay on the ground due to physical exhaustion. At this point, the cruel Orc Overseer will throw those guys directly into the boiling furnace, and let these incapacitated ones give their last labor in the form of molten steel.

The molten steel flowing in the furnace is cast in the abrasive into various huge parts, which seem to be able to be put together to form a huge weapon. Tall, a tall figure in yellow-black power armor oversaw the casting of the parts, and at the same time, he used his intricate mechanical prosthetic leg to play with a pitch-black arrow.

Through the narrow walkway, Witch King Angmar descended straight to the bottom of the massive cavern dug by the dwarves. The underground, which had been pitch black, was now shrouded in a blinding blood-red light. The rock walls are covered in twisted flesh and blood, making it feel as if you are walking into the cavels of some kind of giant creature. In the center of the mine, a large amount of sticky. Thick blood filled the entire cavern. Through the liquid of the floating corpses, a large shadow could be seen soaking in the depths of the pool of blood.

In front of the pool of blood stood another fallen Space Marine, wrapped in power armor. Sensing Angmar's approach, he asked in a dull voice without looking back.

"Sauron, can't you wait?"