Chapter 265: Fight for Every Inch of Land

The human blushed, and was angry but could not speak, wanting to say something but stopping himself, which caused the dwarf to laugh even more enthusiastically.

Lynch just glanced at his companions and then looked away. He activated the levitation engine with some familiarity, slightly adjusted the indoor temperature and air circulation, and selected the next target - Hell's Peak Mountains.

As usual, he announced the next destination to his companions, but success was met with silence mixed with fear.

Even the dwarves, who were known for their courage, could not help but wonder: "Hell Peak Mountains? Just the four of us? Grimnir! Maybe we should exchange this chest of gold for ten cartloads of good wine."

This way we can drink to our heart's content on the road, instead of dying hungry and thirsty with abundant treasure. Sorian swallowed the unspoken words. The old dwarf knew that when embarking on an adventure with a high probability of death, it was best not to say some unlucky words.

There are still traces of civilization in the southern part of the Norsca Peninsula, but in the north, the Hell Peak Mountains and the Nagorfari Mountains, which are closer to the Arctic wasteland, are places of destruction. For mortals, it is no different from hell.

The archmage's face darkened for a moment, and a shadow covered the well-defined features of Teclis. The elf's tense expression relaxed in the darkness, as if he had let go of a worry.

"It seems that you are ready. I admit that I was afraid. It is too close to the Shadow Continent. Even Bell Hades has never set foot there."

"But we have to go." Lynch stared at the young elf and finished his unspoken words. "The minions of the dark gods are gathering, and we know nothing about it."

The lizardman looked down at the young races and expressed his cold-blooded will in the language of the elves: "The war is still going on. It has never stopped! Eight thousand years later, we are already at a disadvantage! The ancient races no longer have enough strength.

All the races on this planet that are still resisting are obliged to join the war. We are all soldiers! The battle against the Chaos Demons is a fight to the death! Otherwise, you will lose your dignified freedom and completely fall into endless madness and indulgence. "

Bitterness filled Eugen's heart. It seemed that they would have to go to the dangerous place where the Chaos warlords were fighting bloody battles.

He should have thought that a lizard man would not be content with peace. Thoros was either fighting or performing special tasks. Even in the most peaceful times, he had to stand guard and never rest.

Even the most elite imperial soldiers need holidays. No one can always be at the forefront of the battlefield. Obviously, cold-blooded people have no concept of vacation.

Dwarves always have a dedication to their homeland that is as strong as meteorite iron, and this dedication is even comparable to the importance they attach to their beards.

The Dwarves' perseverance can resist death, but cannot resist the endless invasion of Chaos.

North of Kislev, further north of the Hell Pit, the battle in the Norse Mountains lasted for eighteen years. The dwarves of Dulong City should have persisted, fighting the Norse invaders for a hundred years with the help of their magnificent fortress, but in recent days there has been a change in the wind direction.

An exceptionally powerful Chaos Storm destroyed the Runesmith's Rune Anvil, shattering the ancient runes used to combat the power of Chaos.

The devil's wild laughter was hidden in the howling waves of magic. The brave dwarf warriors had their flesh and blood burned by the magic. The overloaded magic torrent swept across the mountains, causing the dwarves who were repelled by magic to be reduced to ashes under the heavy burden. The Norsemen's long-standing bridgehead was defeated by the power of Chaos in an instant.

The skeletons in the steel plate armor still maintained a posture of resistance, but no matter how stubborn the dwarf was, he could not continue to fight.

The blade-like cold wind is the echo of the magic wave in reality. The chaos wind blowing from the northwest brings the roar of the frost dragon, the roar of the chaos giant, and the thunderstorms between the actions of the dragon demons.

The Rune Master saw a distant view over the Norse ice fields.

Endless barbarians, wearing living demon armor and wielding blood-thirsty demon weapons, are surging towards the south like a wave.

Massive Chaos War Elephants were scattered among the mighty ranks, Scorpions and Harpies circled in the sky, and the hungry howls of monsters rang out in the winds of magic, intensifying the storm of Chaos.

Their target was obviously not Dulong City, but the gathering of countless chaotic monsters triggered the frenzy of magic, which indirectly affected the guards of Dulong City.

After the shocking incident, the remaining dwarves were driven to the shelter under the rampant magic, and continued to use guns and cannons to resist the Norsemen who invaded the fortress.

Chaos Lord Valmir Eslin is a maverick warlord. As the warlord leader of the Eslin tribe, he seems to have an irreconcilable hatred with the dwarves of Dulong City.

The warlord's oath still echoes in the ears of the King of Dulong City. The humans who succumbed to Chaos want to kill all the dwarves in the Norse Mountains. The Dwarf King Thorgard Kromson vowed not to let him do so!

Fate always favors the tribes of Chaos. No matter how bravely the dwarves fought before, failure was inevitable from this moment on.

The vital city entrance has been lost, and next, the limited dwarves will be gradually devoured by the unlimited Norscans.

Which dwarf has time to worry about the fate of the southern humans?

It looked like another destructive army, but the dwarves were trapped in the mountains and had no time to lend a helping hand to the Kingdom of Kislev in the south, and they couldn't even send a message.

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"We can't just sit and wait. The pine forest has no natural defenses, but the snowy river at the junction of the pine forest and the ice field is very suitable for an ambush." ​​Valeriboye's fluffy white hair fluttered in the cold wind. As soon as the sky was bright, the old lord knocked on the door of Levich the Great Boye.

Hearing the voice of the person coming clearly, Levich swallowed the curse that was about to come out of his mouth. He reluctantly lifted the quilt, put on a bear fur coat, and greeted old Boye politely.

Now is the time to conserve your energy. If any other boyer came to disturb the peace, Levic would scold him without hesitation, but Valeri is a good friend of Levic's father.

"You are as energetic as when you were young." Levich muttered incoherently, earning Valery a serious look.

"You'd better not think I'm too old to hear.

Rivechboye, I have carefully studied the great battle twenty years ago. Before the demons and monsters joined the Norse army, we had a chance to win. "Old Boye recalled the brutal Patriotic War and could not help but close his eyes to block the tears flowing in his eyes.

The slightly hoarse old voice sounded again, and Levich tactfully pretended to listen.

"When facing the northerners, we often use fortresses to defend ourselves. This has been the safest method since the founding of the country. However, wooden fortresses can only stop small-scale looters. Once the demon warriors appear, we who hide behind the wooden walls are just lambs to be slaughtered."

(End of this chapter)