At this time, Macnee seemed to have changed into a different person. He was as majestic as a god, and there seemed to be infinite power radiating from his body in all directions. He stretched out his arms, and the war hammer surrounded by electric arcs automatically returned to his hand. The King of Thunder Blades stepped forward and looked up at Ayrsala's infantry. His breathing was deep and long, and his grayish-brown curly hair was blown back by the wind.
Macnee strode forward, exposed to the attack range of the steam tanks. His mithril armor was shining, and the sky was still cloudy. Originally, Ayrsala had chosen to attack at noon, and even if it was a cloudy day, there should be enough light. But at this time, the valley was as gloomy as before dawn, and the wind seemed to carry the low roar of the spirits.
Charles Charlie held his long sword uneasily and stared at the dwarf king standing alone in the middle of Ayrsala's army.
"Faith and glory."
Macnee's voice came from all directions, rumbling with echoes. He raised his war hammer and roared at Ayrsala's army, "Face the rolling thunder, feel the anger of the God of Moradin!"
The lightning split the cloudy sky, and the thunder was like a heavy hammer on a huge iron felt, and this iron felt was buckled above the world. The dwarf gods waved their forging hammers and slammed on the dome. The sky was torn apart by the lightning, and a hole appeared in the middle, briefly revealing a brilliance a hundred times stronger than the sun.
"Pipa!"
A thick lightning bolt fell from the sky and accurately hit a steam tank that was adjusting its shooting angle. Electric arcs flowed on the magic reactive armor, making the surface of the steel-black iron beast flash with mottled brilliance. The tank made a sound of gears churning, and then it became still.
It was not completely damaged. When the steam tank plan was proposed, the design of the defense system was the most important, but the developers, the Red Lotus goblins, neglected one point, which was the protection of the mortal drivers (in the design of the steam tank, the drivers were orcs and goblins). After being hit by the thunder, the main parts of the tank were well protected, but the electric arcs penetrated the insulation layer and penetrated into the cockpit. Even if it was only a little, it was enough to mince the lives of these ordinary people.
Without a controller, no matter how powerful a weapon was, it was just an inanimate object. Mackney knew this very well.
As a warrior, the Dwarf King cast a forbidden spell. Lightning bolts fell from the cloudy sky one after another, hitting the strategic weapon steam tanks of Ayrsala's army one after another, killing the drivers one after another, causing the Black Tusk army to lose their ability to move and stop firing.
At the same time, another dwarven unit that had circled to the flank rushed into the battlefield with the golems.
"For the Thunder Blade Clan!"
"For the Trade Federation!"
"This is our territory. Get out!"
The Dwarf King's miraculous performance had completely turned the tide of the battle, raising the morale of his own side to the highest point. The dwarves blew the horn for a counterattack, and the garrison of Wester Fortress poured out in full force. Griffins and hippogryphons descended from the sky, and crossbows and lances were shot out. The golems and puppets took large strides to open up a path.
The enemy was retreating. Elsala's battle line was constantly moving back. Macnee realized that the enemy was retreating. They had won this battle!
"What's the point?" Whispers rang out on the battlefield.
"I heard you. Come out!"
Mackney shouted. "Rune Joseph, your cheap spells can't disturb a dwarf. If you still have the courage, come out and face me."
"You won. So what?"
Rune Joseph's voice echoed on the battlefield. "The outcome of a local battle can't decide anything. If you are determined to resist to the end, all of you will die in the end."
"You're just stalling for time so that your soldiers can retreat."
Mackney cut down an Ayrsala knight. "We won, and we will continue to win. Tell the northerners behind you that if they still want to set foot in the central region, the dwarves will let them taste the taste of a hammer."
The army was gradually retreating, but Rune's voice still rang out. He was not stalling for time. He really wanted to communicate with the Dwarf King.
"Thunder Lord Mackney, I admit that you are the strongest in the central region. You have the power to turn the tide of the battle."
Mackney said, "But so what?
Compared to the Black Emperor, you are just an ordinary person. His power compared to yours is like a drop of water compared to the sea. Your meaningless struggle now is futile. When the tide of Black Wings in the distance surges to the other side, your clan, your allies, and even the gods behind you will be powerless. "
Mackney seemed to be a little tired from the previous battle. He randomly found an enemy's corpse and sat on the knight's armor, panting slightly. After hearing Rune's words, he sneered. "Is that so?
Then according to what you said, Airadia won't have any more battles in the future. Everyone will sit down and arm-wrestle to compare strength, and then the weaker side will surrender directly. Is that what you mean? "
Rune was silent. He did not know what the dwarf wanted to say.
"Idiot."
Mackney suddenly scolded in the dwarf's language. Then his tone changed. "Listen, human, it's not like that. All the stories in this world are about the weak fighting the strong, not the strong bullying the weak. That's why heroes appear and epics are born.
Maybe you will bend your knees in front of a dragon, but dwarves won't. Dwarves only have battle axes and hammers. "
"When the Swamp Alliance fell apart, the kings of the three castles went to different places. Prince Maran of the Red Castle led the Storm clan to the Unfalling Empire, while Prince Attas and the Ambitious clan of the Graycastle went to the north. They received preferential treatment."
Rune tried to persuade the God's Chosen. "Your compatriots are there.
Black Wings is not a tyrannical dragon territory, but a kingdom with many followers. Mackney, join us. Just like Prince Attas, you can also feel the goodwill of the Black Emperor. "
"You came with war, spread the plague to every race, and let the flames of war burn every corner. If this is the goodwill you speak of, I think I do feel it." Mackney sneered. His breath became even, and he gradually recovered from the previous consumption.
"You don't understand at all why Emperor Caesar did all this."
Before Rune spoke, Charles couldn't help but interrupt with a slightly agitated tone. "You don't know what this world will face hundreds of years later. The war of unification is imperative …"
"You don't understand!"
Mackney interrupted him with a louder voice and an angrier posture. "This is our home, our wives, our children, and everything we cherish is behind us. No matter what reason you have, as long as you enter this land, the Thunder Blade Dwarves will stand here with weapons in hand, because we are protecting everything we have!
Let the King of the Black Wings come. We will build the high walls of the fortress with our own bodies. We will never retreat until death. "