The lord is red again

The first wave of explosions exploded in front of the gate of the dwarf fortress before dusk completely hid behind the mountain.

The sturdy walls remained strong under the bombardment, but it also brought a signal that the war had begun.

The dwarves hiding in the fortress were caught off guard by the sudden bombardment.

"Hurry up!"

"What's going on?"

The dwarves, who were strong but had short necks, rushed out of their rooms and ran quickly to the preparation area, which was like a long runway. Everyone could get the same weapons here in turn, and the shields were in front, and the bows and arrows and various alchemical props were in the front.

The team was organized in an orderly manner.

"What did you check?" The knight in charge of commanding the fortress defense asked loudly, "Where is our magic barrier?"

Defending in the Fog and Rain City seemed to have given up communication with the outside world, but as long as they didn't involve the surroundings, they could live happily here... forever.

The one who answered the knight was a Mechanic Cult believer. He was wrapped in a loose and huge cloth robe, and the exposed body parts were all magic metal: "They destroyed our barrier."

"What?!"

The sand table in front of him was showing the battle situation outside in real time. The magic barrier that could detect enemy attacks had hundreds of detection points assigned, and all of them were extremely difficult to reach.

And after a detection point was destroyed, the magic alarm would open the barrier, so that it would enter the defense counterattack state at the first time.

But the opponent didn't know how to do it. In an instant, all the detection points were destroyed at the same time, and even the energy supply pipeline of the barrier was cut off, so that all their defense countermeasures were stillborn before they could be deployed.

On the sand table, it can be seen that the bombing like raindrops has already attacked the direction of the fortress. They don't know who they are facing, nor do they know how to deal with it.

"Counterattack!"

The knight shouted.

The fortress defense array without the barrier alarm did not counterattack immediately, and still needed human control.

The gears on the Mechanicus believers began to spin like crazy, and the magic turrets raised their muzzles.

A figure holding two swords ran quickly, and beside him there was a woman running with a hunched body. They broke through the city gate, and their bodies seemed to be tied by an invisible rope, spinning their bodies and drawing swords quickly.

Most of the turrets were destroyed before they could play a role, and they were completely turned into magic waste.

Fortunately, some of the fish that escaped the net were successfully activated.

The blue magic energy at the muzzle of the gun contracted and launched magic.

However, they were not dealing with a disciplined army. It may sound strange to say this, but that's it.

The invading attackers were a mess in terms of arranging troops and formations. They were completely scattered, fighting each other, not giving in to each other, and even colliding with each other to cause conflicts.

But when they got closer, the situation changed.

"They are attacking our magic array, these lunatics, blocking the muzzles with their bodies?" The knight couldn't help but curse. When did such a group of lunatics appear in the world? Whose believers are they?

"I knew it was useless to rely on these broken copper and iron!" A voice came from behind.

The knight turned around and looked at the visitor with an unhappy look.

But he still said: "We don't know who the enemy is, we don't know why they came, we only know that they are powerful."

"Yes, they are powerful, and there is nothing else to know." The visitor touched his bald head, "Just know, fight back!"

"You want to open the gate of the fortress?"

After the city gate was breached, they still had many magic machines that could barely resist, but opening the gate of the fortress was equivalent to taking off their armor and asking others to hurt themselves.

"Don't even think about it!"

"We must take the initiative to attack, their strength is not that strong." The bald knight said, "We just have some 5th and 6th ring strongmen."

Yes, but the number is not as much as the opponent.

They are shameless to use absolute quantity and quality advantages to suppress us.

Besides, win with fewer people?

If you want to rely on the strong men in the dwarf fortress, you should defend instead of giving up the advantage and taking the initiative to attack, dragging the war until the opponent gives up.

Stepping out of the fortress is like falling into a lion pack, it is a dead end.

Boom! !

The fortress was bombarded, countless attacks bombarded the fortress gate, and the people who came had a high and hot desire to attack.

"Crazy army!"

"Don't worry about that, fight." The bald man said, "Although our soldiers are not many, we don't need weaklings of 2 rings."

The enemy is very strong, but the overall strength is about 2 rings on average. They are few in number, but there are many 3 and 4 rings.

It won't take long for the fortress gate to be torn open by the opponent like a mad dog.

Who can imagine that here, as a fortress of "higher humans", as a representative of self-confidence and arrogance, it only took a very short time to be torn through the defense and killed in front of the face.

The fortress gate is bumpy.

On the other side of the door, magic can quickly build a military fortress inside the fortress.

This huge dwarf fortress has a height of hundreds of meters. It is a perfect combination of real architectural skills and design aesthetics. No matter who enters here, they will look like a "dwarf". Dwarves are not modest, but arrogant and proud.

The dwarf army has made all preparations. They take a deep breath and put on a protective shield for themselves starting with prayer.

The passionate chants attracted tiny dots of light, which fell into the crowd, penetrated their armor and skin, and covered their bodies with a layer of gray-white stone skin.

"Except for the active fighting team, everyone else enters the middle of the fortress!"

Abandon one door, and then use the other door as a new line of defense to hold it up as much as possible.

As for what to do after holding it up, and what to do if it doesn't hold it up, don't think too much, just avoid the knife that is chopped at your head, it doesn't matter what happens tomorrow.

The catastrophe came suddenly.

"Boom!"

That was the sound of the fortress gate being hit, but it sounded more like someone trying to overturn a mountain with his elbow.

"Boom!"

The dirt fell down, and what was hit was like the hearts of the dwarves.

"Boom--! Boom--!"

The gate was smashed, just like the huge mountain range in front of them was defeated in an instant.

In the dwarf fortress, there is a sufficient supply of magic. They can use magic as energy to replicate all the resources they need here, and white light shrouds their heads from beginning to end.

As the ‘mountain’ collapsed, the hot wind rushed in first. In the distance before the second gate of the fortress, the space was instantly filled. The high temperature made people breathe with burning pain, like an invisible fire storm burning all creatures within the range.

The atmosphere was sultry, and one could even smell the smell of burnt stones and metals.

The dwarf soldiers who were left behind for “defense” knew their mission very well and delayed the time.

When they finally endured the hot wind and opened their eyes to look ahead.

It was already dark.

But the hot waves outside filled the space outside the fortress. The sky-high flames waved their claws, stretched the shadows of the densely packed figures standing at the door, and poked them in front of their eyes like a stick.

The swaying flames were like their hot cloaks.

The figure leading the attacking army roared.

“Attack!!”

Magic attack, fire, thunder, frost, blooming with various magics that completely attracted the sight, and there were also a large number of alchemical props inside.

In the dwarf army, a dwarf with a scar on his cheek had quiet ears, only a sharp buzzing sound.

Watching those things getting closer and closer.

He watched those not-so-powerful magic attacks collectively, and watched a fireball engulf the body of his teammate in front of him, but the opponent was very strong, and quickly raised his hand to form a spherical barrier to protect himself.

The fireball had no choice but to retreat.

But then it was pierced by an ice cone.

The teammate's raised palm could not withstand the impact force, as if he was suddenly punched and had to let go of his hand, then the next thing was...

"Boom!"

The super-powerful sword was like a tilted boulder crushing him. The scarred dwarf watched the blond giant in the fiery armor sweep the sword, and several powerful companions disappeared.

Before it disappeared, the ground cracked the next moment, and the cracks seemed to be brewing something dangerous.

Then-boom!

The wall of fire climbed up.

Scarface's ears suddenly heard a sound. The opponent's heavy and exaggerated body and exaggerated attack method awakened him, and a deafening roar echoed in his ears.

"Ah!" That was the scream of his teammates.

"Kill." That was the enemy's excited roar.

It was as if he had fallen into a nightmare. After trying his best to wake up, he found that it was still a nightmare.

Scarface's shoulder was hit by his companion, and he finally woke up.

The powerful and arrogant dwarf remembered his mission. He drew his weapon and the runes on the curved blade rolled.

He grabbed the curved blade with both hands, aimed at the huge head that was absolutely impossible to hit, and then released it.

The ray of light hit the opponent's head accurately, not just one.

There was no smile on Scarface's face, and he did not block the opponent for even a second.

Damn!

And the huge figure raised his fingers, and he also saw Scarface, as if he was very satisfied with Scarface's reaction, so he also sent his own attack.

The temperature around was rising wildly, and the armor on his body as a protective armor seemed to sense something was wrong and was heating up.

The cracks in the ground that exploded under his attack became the best tentacles for attack.

Including Scarface, one-fifth of the dwarf soldiers saw the changes in the ground under their feet. Each crack was filled with red heat, like a dragon opening its throat to spit out flames.

The air was distorted by the high temperature, as if a flame maze that was jumping on the spot rose from the ground, rose and then disappeared, swallowing up all the dwarf soldiers in the range.

As if they were in the waves, they could not control their bodies and could only go with the flow.

The smell of meat came out, and the high temperature had completely destroyed the protection of the armor.

Scarface was the survivor among the group. He looked at the figure who could cause serious damage to his side just by raising his fingers in fear, and his fighting will was almost completely destroyed.

He watched the fierce flames sweeping across the battlefield, the steaming mist was even blood red, and watched his position being destroyed with a crushing gesture. The fortress that once represented arrogance and pride was destroyed just like the gate outside and the city gate outside, leaving only scorched earth.

Heartbroken, Scarface raised his scimitar and tried to rush forward to fight.

"Puff--" A figure came out from nowhere, pierced Scarface's throat neatly, stuffed something into his mouth, and turned away.

Just as he appeared, he turned and disappeared again.

"Ding ding ding" the thing in his mouth made a rapid sound.

Boom!

A head exploded, affecting several dwarf companions around, and the nearest companion had half of his face burned by the magic explosion.

Lind turned into a giant and looked at the undead's crazy attack.

This is war, and it would be naive to summarize it in terms of right and wrong.

He had no interest in the past of the dwarves, nor in their stories of privilege or bullying of men and women. Similar situations would occur in every civilization.

This group of people gathered a group of Mechanicus believers, and Lind also needed them, so he came to fight for them.

He even rejected another suggestion that Magdalena had mentioned before. Although it was obvious that she did not want Lind to really choose it, it was also obvious that it was absolutely in line with Lind's needs.

Conquer the dwarves with a slightly tougher hand.

They have excellent blood, high intelligence, and good talent. After adulthood, their strength will be at least 1 ring. If they practice hard and add weapons and equipment, there are many who have 3 or even 4 rings.

Linde still refused. Compared with harvesting a group of arrogant NPCs who may not be as good as the undead in a fight, and then trying to tame them, it is the best choice to quickly fight and snatch all the Mechanicus believers.

The performance of the undead did not disappoint him. Now, unless facing a strong combined army or an overly powerful BOSS, no one can resist the suicidal attack of the undead army.

The front defense line was cleared.

Kill them all, no prisoners, and prisoners will seriously slow down the speed of advancement.

"What awaits us next?" Linde asked.

Magdalena has come to his side, she is riding the wolf.

"In the residential area, there may be guardians, that is, the strongest among them. I remember that the undead like to call them..."

"BOSS!"

"I like this name." Magdalena smiled, "It's like being stared at by Zasa's eyes. No matter who it is, they will die."

"Your understanding is very profound."

Linde looked at the second door and shouted loudly: "Break it!"

The ground began to shake again. Various brute force impacts hit the door and transmitted the power to the ground. People who were close felt that their feet were a little itchy due to the recoil.

The ruthless bombing continued, like a hammer hitting wildly.

During this time, some undead were quickly cleaning the battlefield, and some were recovering.

It was the first time for them to conduct such a refreshing blitzkrieg. Excitement was written on their faces. They just needed to keep rushing forward, but they also had to remember not to die halfway.

"They used magic to protect us, so we couldn't break this door."

"Then don't attack this door." Linde said, "Attack the wall!"