An orc noticed his move. Instead of bothering with the rangers, it turned around and rushed towards Tulayan. At first he thought the unarmed orc was a madman, but then he noticed the orc's scythe-made prosthetic limbs.

"For the sons of Lothar!" No longer having to hide his whereabouts, the paladin deliberately shouted loudly so that everyone could hear him. He smashed his hammer, and the head of an orc was shattered in an instant. At the same time that the orc fell, Tulayan had already pulled the hammer back, attacked one of the orcs directly in front of him, and then swung it with all his strength at another two paces away. Another orc rushed forward, but an arrow suddenly pierced its left eye, and it fell silently. The fifth orc roared, wielding its heavy sledgehammer, but Arelia leaped forward, easily dodging the swing. She stabbed her saber, the blade piercing the green-skinned creature's throat and exiting the back of its head. Tulayan had already dealt with the orc he had knocked unconscious. He turned around and ran up the stairs at full speed >> his soldiers, Arelia and his rangers close behind.

Halfway up the stairs, a group of orcs blocked the way. They have an advantageous position, but at the same time they have an advantage in size and strength. But Tulayan's momentum and determination cannot be ignored. He lifted the hammer to his chest and rampage through the orc pile. The force made him a little unsteady on his feet, but he knew he couldn't back down. The orcs were either knocked against the wall by him, or knocked down and rolled down the stairs, eventually falling to the ground below. Those weren't scared silly. The orcs who also knew that they were going to attack him found themselves being shot by bows and arrows and turned into "hedgehogs". And these are the greeting gifts given to them by the Elven rangers of Arelia. The orcs who were only knocked unconscious by Tulayan were dealt with by the soldiers who followed.

After a few minutes. Tulayan made it to the top, though he knew that maybe the time would have passed a little longer. In front of him was the walls of the fortress, far longer than the outer walls of Fort Glory, but not as smooth as it was. It's weirder and more chaotic by comparison. Some orcs stood atop the outer walls, heavy spears in their hands, ready to push down the armies that dared to rush forward. But Tulayan also saw that the vast majority of the tribal soldiers had already rushed out the front door. Rush to the Union forces and prepare for a head-to-head firefight. And the black figures hovering in the air. He knew that the Black Dragons were just waiting for the perfect moment to enter the battle.

"Alliance!" Raising the hammer in his hand, Tulayan ran to the outer edge of the wall, shouting. "Alliance!" From here, he saw Danas riding in front of his ranks, and he saw the warriors who responded to him raise their weapons. His body was soaked in blood, but it wasn't red human blood; Their casualties were not very many either. The Light is with them!

The orcs on the walls attacked Tulayan. Now he was busy saving himself and clearing the defenders of the city walls. The sounds of war were everywhere: metal to metal, stone to plate clash to plate. The clash between flesh and blood, coupled with the various roars that resounded through the sky. The corpses were stacked on top of each other on the ground. The most obvious colors are the green of the orcs, the pink of the humans, the brown, black and gold of the horses, mixed with the light of the armor and the darkness of the tomahawk and hammer. At one point, Tulayan was able to take a moment to look around and see Danas again.

Danas impaled a rushing orc with his sword, slammed it from its corpse, and swirled the sword to slit the throat of another orc. …

When Tulayan had killed the last orc, he heard a scream coming from above. Tulayan looked up and saw a black cloud drifting towards the fort, followed by a burst of heat. He felt the sudden dampness and laughed. The cloud dispersed, forming a mist above the fortress, blurring its edges.

There was also a sound in the fog. When Tulayan heard a loud chirp, he was unable to confirm the exact source of the sound. But it seems, the dragons can't do it either. The black dragons hovered in the air, twisting their necks and looking around, trying to find the source of the sound. However, they didn't have to look for long - a small figure burst out of the fog and flew like a stone towards a frightened dragon. Just as they were about to collide, the figure stretched out, spreading its wings, turning from a rapid descent into a powerful dive. The griffon—and only a griffin deserves such an ability—flew diagonally around the frightened black dragon. The black dragon tried to catch the griffin as if it were a dog chasing a small insect, but the half-lion and half-eagle creature was too fast. The black dragon's massive jaw was still closed where the griffon had been, and now the griffon had dodged underneath the black dragon. The black dragon followed the griffon, which stood upright, spewing hot magma from its mouth and nose, forming a narrow flame breath.

Once again, the griffin and its knight showed their agility. The dragon's flames inadvertently ignited dozens of orcs, leaving only their screams of pain. The black dragons were so focused on the griffins that they didn't even realize where they were attacking.

The dragon roared in rage, slamming into the fortress, crushing the solid façade. Before he could regain his strength and continue the attack, the Hammer Dwarf above the griffin was already standing on his stirrup, slamming his Storm Warhammer into the terrible beast. Just as it struck the dragon in the eye, a rumbling thunder rang out, dispersing the mist in the air and pouring bright sunlight down. The Hammer Dwarf shouted, and the Storm Hammer returned to his hands. The griffon flew high again, its feathers faintly reflecting the sun. The stunned dragon tried to take off, but the ruthless Hammer Dwarf happily chased after it, striking it in the eye until the nearly blind Black Dragon crashed into the fortress wall once more, and the wall eventually collapsed due to the dragon's unintentional attack. The black dragon slid to the ground, its weight making the earth tremble, and the dragon eventually became a victim of its own violence.

The griffin knight turned to face the other dragons in the air. They roared angrily and charged at the knight. But just as they approached the griffon, more griffons suddenly emerged from the clouds and attacked the black dragons. Each black dragon is at least four times the size of a griffon, but the griffon has speed and agility. The black dragons tried in vain to catch the cunning air dancers, while the griffons circled around the massive beasts, luring them into the castle as best they could to knock each other or direct their fire attacks to the other side.

It looked at Tulayan as if to justify Kudran's earlier boasting. His Hammer Dwarves have defeated the Black Dragons, and they will soon be on the main battlefield to do their part for the Alliance.

A griffon flew away from the flock and headed for Tulayan. On top of it rode two men, one smaller and the other much taller than him. Even before they were still some distance from the wide stone walkway, the latter had already jumped off the griffon's back. Tulayan grinned and smiled happily. That's Khadgar...

The mage waved his hand at the Hammer Dwarf carrying him in thanks. The griffon flailed its wings and rose back into the air to join the battle in the air. Khadgar then turned his gray-haired head to face the main tower, narrowing his eyes.

"I'll come back to help you when I'm done," the ** teacher said to Tulayan. He grasped his staff in one hand, and drew his sword from his body with the other. "There's a man there - a cannibal. I need to deal with him first. ”

Tulayan nodded. Over the past few years, Tulayan had seen Khadgar's magic many times, and he had always respected Khadgar's views on magical matters. He turned around and saw two soldiers stationed on the stairs in the distance rushing towards him, with a distinct smile on their faces. Just before Tulayan questioned them, he had heard footsteps coming from that direction. After that, several figures walked up the stairs to the walls of the fortress, all dressed in the armor of the Alliance.

"Sir!" As the crowd approached, one shouted. "We've cleared the North Wing!"

Tulayan nodded and gave the soldiers a military salute in return. "Good. I'll leave a few people here. He looked at Arelia, and the Elven Ranger had her longbow ready. "The rest of you, come with me. We're going to sweep the fortress, get rid of all the orcs, and then open the gates for the rest of the soldiers to enter. ”

The crowd cheered. He led the people down the path Khadgar had just walked, turning halfway through and descending the stairs. As he expected, the path led them to the heart of the Orc Fortress. Soon after, Tulayan was already busy fighting the remaining orcs and had no time to worry about Khadgar. (To be continued......)

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