The lord is red again.

Chapter 562: Thunder Blitz

The first explosions occurred at the gates of the Dwarf Fortress at dusk, before the group could completely hide behind the mountains.

The sturdy city walls remained strong under the bombing, but it also sent 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 the situation?"

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

The team was formed in an orderly manner.

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

Staying in the Fog and Rain City seems to have given up communication with the outside world, but as long as they don't involve the surroundings, they can live happily here... and live happily like this forever.

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

"what?!"

The sand table in front of him was displaying the battle situation outside in real time. There were hundreds of detection points allocated for the magic barrier that could detect enemy attacks, all of which were extremely difficult to reach.

Furthermore, once a detection point is destroyed, the magic alarm will open the barrier, thereby entering a defensive counterattack state immediately.

But the other party didn't know how they did it. They destroyed all the detection points at the same time in an instant, and even cut off the energy supply pipeline of the barrier, so that all their defensive countermeasures were aborted before they could be deployed.

From the sand table, one can see that the bombings are raining down on the fortress. They don't know who they are facing, nor do they know how to respond.

"Fight back!"

the Knight yelled.

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

The gears on the Mechanicus's followers began to spin madly, and the magic turrets raised their guns.

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

Most of those turrets were destroyed before they could be used, and were completely turned into magical waste.

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

The blue magic energy at the muzzle of the gun contracts and activates the magic.

However, they were not dealing with a disciplined army, which may sound strange, but that's what it was.

The invading attackers were in a complete mess in terms of their troop deployment. They were completely disorganized, fighting each other, refusing to give in to each other, and even colliding with each other, causing conflicts.

But as they got closer, something changed.

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

"I knew it was useless to rely on these scraps of metal!" a voice came from behind.

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

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

"Yes, you are powerful, and you don't need to know anything else." The man touched his bald head, "As long as you know, fight back!"

"You want to open the fortress gate?"

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

"Don't think about it!"

"We have to take the initiative to attack. Their strength is not that strong." The bald knight said, "They only have some 5th and 6th ring strongmen. We have them too."

Yes, but the number is not as much as the other side.

They are so shameless that they use their absolute numerical and quality advantages to suppress us.

Besides, how can a few defeat a large number?
If you want to rely on the strong men in the Dwarf Fortress, you should defend rather than give up your advantage and take the initiative to attack, dragging the war on until the other side gives up.

Stepping out of the fortress is like falling into a pack of lions, which is a way to seek death.

boom! !

The fortress was bombarded, and countless attacks bombarded the fortress gates, and the invaders had a high and burning desire to attack.

"Mad Army!"

"Don't worry about that, just fight." The bald man said, "Although our soldiers are few in number, we don't need weaklings with 2nd rings."

The enemies are very strong, but their overall strength is around the 2nd ring on average. Their numbers are few, but there are many 3rd and 4th ring ones.

It wouldn’t take long before the fortress gate was torn open by the enemy like a mad dog.

Who could have imagined that this place, as a fortress of "advanced humans" and a symbol of self-confidence and arrogance, would have its defenses torn apart and be killed in a very short time.

The fortress gate was full of potholes.

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 true 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 was fully prepared. They took a deep breath and began to pray before putting on a protective shield for themselves.

The passionate chanting attracted specks of light, which fell on the crowd, penetrated into their armor and skin, and covered their bodies with a layer of grayish-white stone skin.

"Except for the team that actively fights, everyone else enters the center of the fortress!"

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

As for what to do after you can hold on, and what to do if you can't hold on, don't think too much. Just dodge the knife coming towards your head. It doesn't matter what happens tomorrow.

The catastrophic disaster came so suddenly.

"Boom!"

It was the sound of the fortress gate being banged, except it sounded more like someone trying to push over a mountain with their elbow.

"Boom!"

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

“Boom! Boom!”

The gate was smashed, as if the huge mountain range in front was defeated in an instant.

Inside the Dwarf Fortress, there is an ample supply of magic. They can use magic as energy to replicate all the resources they need here. White light shrouds their heads from beginning to end.

As the 'mountain range' collapsed, rolling hot winds rushed in first, and the space in front of the fortress's second gate was instantly filled. The high temperature made breathing painful and scorching, like an invisible firestorm burning all living things within the range.

The atmosphere was hot and stuffy, and one could even smell the odor of burning stone and metal.

The dwarf soldiers who were left behind for "defense" were very clear about their mission and tried to delay the time.

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

It was already dark. But the blazing fire outside filled the space outside the fortress. The flames that shot up into the sky waved their claws, stretching the shadows of the densely packed figures standing at the door, and poked them in front of their eyes like a stick.

The flickering flames were like their fiery cloaks.

The figure leading the attacking army roared.

"attack!!"

Magical attacks, fire, thunder, and ice, all kinds of magic bloomed that completely attracted the attention, and there were also a huge number of alchemical props in it.

Among the dwarf army, a dwarf with a scar on his cheek had silent ears, with only a sharp "buzz" sound.

Watching those things getting closer and closer.

He watched as those not-too-powerful magic spells attacked him collectively, and watched as a fireball engulfed 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 disperse.

But then the barrier was pierced by an ice spike.

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The teammate's raised hand could not withstand the impact, as if he had been hit by a punch, and he had to let go of his hand. Then what happened next?

"boom!"

The extremely powerful sword was like a fallen boulder crushing his body. The scarred dwarf watched as the blond giant in blazing armor swept across with his sword, and several powerful companions disappeared.

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

And then—boom!

The wall of fire snaked up.

Scarface's ears could suddenly hear sounds. The opponent's heavy and exaggerated body size and exaggerated attack method awakened him, and the deafening roar echoed in his ears.

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

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

It was as if I had fallen into a nightmare. After trying my best to wake up, I found that it was still a nightmare that greeted me.

Scarface's shoulder was hit by his companion and he finally came to his senses.

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

Grab the curved blade with both hands, aim at the head that is so huge that it is absolutely impossible to hit it off, and then release.

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

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

Oops!

The huge figure raised his finger and saw Scarface. He seemed satisfied with Scarface's reaction, so he also launched his attack.

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

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

Including Scarface, one-fifth of the dwarf soldiers saw changes in the ground beneath their feet. Every crack contained red-hot heat, like the throat of a dragon opening up to spit flames.

The air was distorted by the high temperature, and a maze of fire that seemed to be jumping on the spot rose from the ground, increased and then disappeared, swallowing up all the dwarf soldiers in the range.

It was as if they were in the waves, they had no control over their bodies and could only go with the flow.

The aroma of meat wafted out, and the high temperature had completely destroyed the protection of the armor.

Scarface was the survivor among this group of people. He looked at the figure with fear, who could inflict serious damage to his own side just by raising his finger. His will to fight was almost completely destroyed.

He watched the fierce flames sweeping across the battlefield, the steaming mist was even blood red, and he watched his position being destroyed with a devastating manner. 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 and fight to the death.

"Puff--" A figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere, pierced Scarface's throat neatly, stuffed something into his mouth, and turned and left.

Just as he appeared, he turned and disappeared again.

"Drip, drip, drip" the food in the mouth made a rapid sound.

boom!
A head exploded, affecting several nearby dwarf companions. The nearest companion had half of his face burned by the magical explosion.

Lind transformed into a giant and watched the undead attack frantically.

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

He had no interest in the dwarves' past, nor in their stories of former privilege or bullying, as similar situations existed 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 Linde to really choose it, it was also obvious that it definitely met Linde's needs.

Use a slightly more forceful approach to subdue the dwarf.

They have excellent bloodlines, extremely high intelligence, and great talents. After reaching adulthood, their strength will be at least 1st ring. If they practice hard and have the bonus of weapons and equipment, there are many who can reach 3rd or even 4th ring.

Lind still refused. Rather than harvesting a group of arrogant NPCs who might not be as good as the undead in a fight, and then trying to tame them, the best option was to quickly win over all the Mechanicus believers.

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

The front defensive line was cleared.

Kill them all, and there will be no prisoners, as prisoners will seriously slow down the advance.

"What awaits us next?" Lind asked.

Magdalena was already beside him, riding the wolf.

"In the residential area, there may be guardians, 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 profound.”

Lind looked towards the second door and shouted, "Break it!"

The ground began to shake again. All kinds of brute force hit the door and transferred the force to the ground. People who were close felt their feet were itchy from the recoil.

The relentless bombardment continued, like a hammer hitting madly.

Taking advantage of this time, some undead were quickly cleaning up the battlefield, while others were recovering.

It was the first time for them to have such an exhilarating blitzkrieg. Excitement was written all over their faces. They just had to keep rushing forward, but they also had to remember not to die halfway.

"They used magic to protect us from breaking through the door."

"Then don't attack this door," Lind said, "attack the wall!"

(End of this chapter)