Ashen Dragon-Chapter 673 - 81 The Battle in the Valley

Chapter 673: Chapter 81: The Battle in the Valley

Chapter 673 -81: The Battle in the Valley

As the only passage leading to Aivendel, the Road of Glory was exceptionally narrow, allowing only five to six Orcs to pass through simultaneously.

There were no guardrails on either side of the road, and steep rock walls nearby were dotted with tunnels dug by the Dwarves, along with various carefully arranged traps.

With a slight misstep, Orcs would tumble into a deep abyss under the watchful gazes of numerous Dwarf statues. They say that underneath the Road of Glory, there already lies a “Bone River” piled with the bones of hundreds of thousands.

Orcs panted heavily, their eyes bloodshot and filled with chaotic, frenzied war cries.

“Hahaha! Aivendel is just ahead!”

“Once we have completely taken over, I will smash these Dwarven statues to smithereens!”

“Just as the great Father God Gush said—Weaklings, those who fear death should be pierced by the Short Spear!”

Clearly, they had been blinded by the lust for war, without the slightest fear of death.

Brandishing Bone Spears and scimitars in their hands, the Orcs charged forward into the dangerous terrain meticulously laid out by the Dwarf Craftsmen.

“They’re here!”

“Slaughter all these Orc mongrels, let their fresh blood nourish the Road of Glory!”

Accompanied by furious roars, figures of Dwarf Warriors emerged from the tunnels on the rock walls.

Some drew bows, some loaded hand crossbows, shooting flaming arrows at the Orcs below.

“Whoosh—”

“Whoosh whoosh—”

As arrows sliced through the air, a dense volley shimmered between the cliffs like a fiery net woven from flames.

Orcs skewered by the arrows howled pitifully, their bodies ablaze. They rolled on the ground and quickly fell from the stone path.

The wail of the Orcs lasted a long time before muted thuds echoed as fresh corpses joined the Bone River.

An arrow pierced the shoulder of an Orc officer, igniting flames at the wound due to the highly explosive gunpowder concocted by the Dwarves, emitting a smell akin to charred meat.

A nearby Orc attendant shouted in alarm, hurrying over: “Master Monk!”

“Forget about me, it’s just a little trick from the Dwarves, keep charging!”

This Orc, called “Monk,” casually pulled the arrow from his shoulder and snuffed out the flames with his hand.

“But these weaklings…”

Monk’s one good eye, bloodshot, locked onto the Dwarves hidden in the tunnels.

The Orc’s beefy arm veins bulged as he suddenly hurled a Double-headed Axe with a rage-filled strike.

Propelled by that immense strength, the axe blade spun, tearing through the air. The Dwarf Warrior couldn’t dodge in time, letting out a cry of alarm.

The Dwarf’s breastplate was abruptly split apart, and the sturdy but small body was forcibly embedded into the cliff face, lifeless.

“How dare you provoke me, insulting a brave and fearless warrior of Gush!”

Monk bellowed furiously, his robust frame exploding with incredible strength, leaping over the cliff to land in a rock tunnel dozens of meters away.

The Dwarves in the tunnel might have been startled by the airborne Orc, but they showed no fear.

“He’s coming over!”

“Hold your ground! Push this mongrel of Gush into The Abyss!”

“Let him plunge into the Bone River, just like the other Orc mongrels!”

The Dwarves dropped their crossbows, picked up Round Shields, and went to meet their enemy, intending to knock the approaching Orc leader off.

“Boom—”

However, as Monk landed, the tremendous force shattered the Oak Shield and rendered the Dwarf beneath unconscious.

“Weaklings, I will crush all of you, the Orcs will be the masters of Aivendel!”

With hammering fists, Monk smashed a Dwarf’s head open like an exploding watermelon, splattering brains and blood everywhere.

“By Moradin above!”

“Bess is dead like that! What in the world is this thing!”

Seeing the gruesome death of their comrade, the surrounding Dwarves finally felt fear and scattered, clutching their Round Shields nervously.

“Tremble in fear, shiver, quake, this is the power bestowed upon us by the Father God!”

Monk sprang forward with a sinister laugh, grabbed a Dwarf by the hair, and threw them down into the deep abyss.

“In the name of Moradin, avenge our brethren!”

“Brothers, let’s go together and send this damned Orc mongrel to meet his Gush!”

Amidst the Dwarves’ cries, the surrounding Dwarf Warriors could no longer hold back. Wielding Warhammers, they charged from all directions, aiming to pound him into minced meat.

Yet this tall, strong Orc was not clumsy. He leaped high, pulled out the Double-headed Axe lodged in the rock wall, and casually tossed down the Dwarf’s corpse atop it.

The blood-soaked Double-headed Axe fluttered through the air, sending blood and flesh flying, shattering armor, accompanied by the Dwarves’ screams.

“Orc mongrel, join my brother in death!”

One Dwarf Warrior picked up a Short Spear, abandoning all defense, eyes burning red as he charged from behind.

But Monk didn’t even glance back, simply swinging his axe backward, and the Double-headed Axe instantly cleaved the tough Dwarf’s skull in two.

And soon, atop the rock ledge stood only the towering Orc commander—his feet surrounded by the blood-soaked bodies of Dwarves.

Monk raised the Double-headed Axe, standing amidst the pool of blood, licking the warm blood on his face, then lifted his spear in a roar:

“Those who fear death will be eternally consumed by flame!”