The steppe was once again a battlefield, and on the outermost positions, the dwarven infantry from Ironforge and Dulong City formed the first line of defense, ready to meet the menacing Greenskin Legion, and behind them were the musketeers of Blackhammer, as well as archers and crossbowmen from all over the north.

"Come on, you cattle, the last dwarf in Black Dragon Castle is here, don't you want to step on me again!"

Grondi Brass Axe roared loudly in the defensive line, and it wasn't long ago that his home had been destroyed by the Greenskins. As an iron crusher, Grondi held out until the very end, unbeknownst to him, he was facing Grimg Ironhide himself, the only dwarf to escape from the bunker.

Hatred made him take up his shield and armor again and join the human army. The thick steel helmet resembled a tin can, enclosing the dwarf's entire head, and the helmet's eye slits restricting his vision and even blocking out some of his voices. But what couldn't be contained was the constant vengeful anger in him.

All I could hear behind me was the sound of muskets and the volley of bows and arrows. The first rain of arrows and bullets flew towards the green tide of orcs. Instead, a green-skinned orc.

This was followed by a second wave, and another batch was put down. And then there was the third wave.

Grondi held his tomahawk in his hand and struck his shield excitedly, making a loud bang. In front of him, a tide of green skin had already rushed in. At this moment, he seemed to be back in the Black Dragon Bunker, and at the narrow entrance of the bunker, he and his companions blocked waves of green skins, and there were hundreds of green skins that died under the axe of the Broken Iron Warrior. It wasn't until the Greenskin Leader himself appeared that the scales of victory began to tip in favor of the orcs. But history won't repeat itself!" Grondi roared excitedly.

The first green-skinned orc rushed to him, and the clumsy machete slashed at his steel shield with a muffled clatter of iron weapons, and then Grundi took the axe in his backhand and slashed it into the orc's arms, cutting off the orc's right foot. Another orc then rushed forward, and Grondi raised his steel shield to meet the blow, and the shield took the machete and slammed forward, knocking the orc infantry to the ground. Before the other party could get up, the dwarven warrior and iron breaker, Grondi, roared angrily, raised his battle axe, and slashed at the orc's head.

The sharp brass battle axe slashed straight into the orc's head and stuck it in it. Suddenly, scarlet blood spilled out of the green-skinned orc's skull, staining Grondi's axe red.

The massive orc charge kicked up a cloud of dust, and under the tin can, Grondi could barely see the enemy in front of him. But that didn't stop him from killing enemies. Because his mission is to defend the line to the death. As long as you stand firm in the defensive line, there will be enemies in front of you and comrades behind you. So easy to tell.

In the dust, Grondi Brass Axe held his shield and blocked another machete. Almost at the same time as the steel shield was blocked, the dwarven battle axe instinctively swung out, slashing through the orc infantry in front of him. A sharp axe stuck in the orc's thigh, and the frenzied orc tried to flip over the defender behind the round shield, only to find that he was not as strong as the dwarf. That armor alone weighed more than an adult human......

Before the orc could overturn him, Grondi's axe had already pulled out the orc's thigh and slashed again. This time, the tomahawk struck the groin, cutting off the orc's entire thigh with a single axe.

With a surge of blood, Grondi stepped on the orc infantry, and the sharp axe reflected the morning light of the rising sun and slashed at the orc's head......

Since there was no time to set up, the human army only formed a temporary formation to meet the enemy. Even the Ugol cavalry did not have time to evacuate, and the entire battlefield was in a state of chaos. There are battles everywhere, moreover, bloody battles...... The green-skinned orcs had no tactics to speak of, and rushed up with a roar. At the same time, the coalition forces in the north confronted the enemy head-on. Rod saw Caroline, Bogur, Celta, and a little farther away, Bear Rider and Erson Shaman Yeskovic. A little further afield, it seems, are the Great Wall Ranger and their lord Edmund. Farther away, you can't see clearly. Tsinghua

Roars and screams resounded throughout the plains. In this bloody battle with no tactics at all, bloody melee combat can be seen everywhere, with white knives entering and red knives coming out.

Bogur's bare chest was already stained with the blood of his enemies, and the dwarven butcher was panting, but judging by the expression on his face, Bogur felt extremely satisfied. With a swing of his axe, he overturned a heavily armed black orc warrior, and before the black orc warrior could get up, another axe slashed down ferociously, slicing through the orc warrior's breastplate!

The black orc warrior fell to the ground, his breastplate sunken in, blood staining the black armor a dark red.

With endless anger at the greenskin, Bogur roared and pulled out his battle axe, rode on top of the black orc, stretched out his hard fist like a stone, and slammed it into the black orc's face. Until the helmet was beaten and deformed......

Blood splattered on the butcher's face, and Bogur simply licked the blood from his mouth, then grabbed his battle axe and slashed at the next orc.

On the outskirts of Grizzly Castle, the two forces squeezed each other and fought each other, and hundreds of orcs and humans fell every minute.

On the other side of the battlefield, Lord Cyril of the Watch Castle was squeezed into the crowd, trying to survive. His shield was knocked off by an orc, and half of his hand was unconscious. And the orc warrior was still staring at him, and the bloody battle axe kept chopping at the Count's feet, cutting through the air in front of him, and almost flattening his face.

Cyril stumbled backwards, his foot covered in blood, and the foot injury prevented him from running fast. You can only fight with the orcs. The furious orc warrior slashed the axe again, and the whirring of the blade could almost be heard through the air. A valiant Overwatch soldier blocked the orc's axe with his sword and pushed the orc infantry back.

But the guards couldn't hold out for a few rounds before they were chopped to the ground by the rampaging greenskinned orcs. The roaring orc warrior roared, and the roar knocked Cyril straight to the ground. I saw that the orc warrior raised the bloody axe, and when he was about to slash, a lightning bolt swept through at great speed, accompanied by a piercing tomahawk whirlwind, and the thunder tomahawk slashed the orc's head!

The headless corpse suddenly collapsed to Cyril, who was lying on the ground.

I saw a tall man wearing a manticore lion cloak walking over under the fiery red sun. Behind him, there were at least a dozen northern barbarian warriors.

"You forgot about your drugs, Lord Count. ”

On the battlefield, Rod said mercilessly. I saw Cyril lying on the ground, his face turned pale, he got up in embarrassment, and was soon protected by his own guards again.