Chapter 147: Flame Crystal! The Final Trump Card!

This crystal was condensed after Tain's bloodline went berserk last time and was saved by Roko.

Inside it contained a wisp of Tain's most original bloodline flame power.

It was the most precious thing on Tain's body.

And it was the purest flame power in Roko's hands besides his own Battle Qi.

He solemnly handed this crystal to Hart.

"Hart, keep this crystal close to your body."

"It is your final trump card."

"And it is also a big gift I have prepared for that arrogant Fire Beard Patriarch."

"At the most critical moment, throw it out."

"It will tell your enemies what despair is."

Hart took the flame crystal with trembling hands.

He could feel the warm and powerful force coming from the crystal.

He also felt the heavy trust Roko had in him.

He knelt on one knee and roared with all his strength.

"Master! Please rest assured!"

"Hart, even if I die, I will definitely complete the mission!"

"I swear in the name of the Storm Knight Order!"

"Good."

Roko helped him up.

"I believe in you."

"Now, set off."

"Remember, your speed must be fast! Fast enough that the enemy cannot react at all!"

"I want you to appear before the fortress of the Stone Hammer Tribe before sunset tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

Hart mounted his horse and gave Roko a standard knight salute.

Then, he violently drew the longsword at his waist and pointed it into the distance, toward the direction of the pitch-black Dwarf Mountains.

"Storm Knight Order!"

"Set off!"

"Boom!"

Fifty Obsidian Gold knights, fifty steel warhorses, turned into a black lightning bolt.

Stirring up dust in the sky, they rushed out of the secret passage of Vanguard Valley and disappeared into the heavy night curtain.

Martina walked to Roko's side, looking at the departing team, and said softly:

"Master, you gave Tain's companion crystal to Hart."

"Isn't this too risky?"

She knew what that crystal meant to Tain and to Roko.

Roko shook his head, his gaze deep and distant.

"Use no doubt, doubt no use."

"And, I have a premonition."

"This battle in the Dwarf Mountains might be even more complex than we imagined."

"That Poison Scorpion Society deacon hidden behind Huorong is by no means a simple character."

"One more trump card means one more chance of winning."

He turned his head and looked at Martina.

"Vanguard Valley is left to you."

"Especially, keep a close eye on Viscount Enade."

"I'm afraid our actions here will make him jump over the wall like a dog."

Martina nodded, a confident arc appearing at the corner of her mouth.

"Rest assured."

"As long as I am here, Vanguard Valley is as solid as a rock."

"No one can stir up a ripple here."

Roko smiled and reached out to gently rub her hair.

"You've worked hard."

Martina's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't dodge.

She enjoyed this feeling of being relied upon and trusted by her lord.

The road to the Dwarf Mountains was rugged and long.

But for the Storm Knight Order charging at full speed, these were not problems.

The warhorses they rode were specially bred for endurance and explosive power, far exceeding ordinary horses.

They traveled day and night, never leaving the saddle.

When hungry, they chewed a few mouthfuls of dry rations.

When thirsty, they drank a mouthful of water from their water bags.

Everyone had a drive in their hearts.

They wanted to reach the battlefield at the fastest speed.

They wanted to make those damn traitors pay in blood!

Along the way, they also encountered some blind robbers.

But when those robbers saw this team that looked like a moving steel fortress.

They were so scared they peed their pants, hiding in the grass by the roadside, trembling, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Finally, on the afternoon of the second day.

When the setting sun was about to sink into the western horizon.

The majestic, undulating Dwarf Mountains appeared before them.

And the increasingly thick smell of blood and burnt smell in the air.

Also told them.

The battlefield was not far away!

Dwarf Mountains, Stone Hammer Tribe, Mining Fortress.

The final defensive line was already in danger.

The gate of the fortress had long been turned into a pile of broken wooden boards and twisted steel under the repeated charges of thousands of berserk dwarves.

The surviving Stone Hammer Tribe warriors and the craftsmen who had picked up weapons used their own flesh and blood to block that huge gap.

They stood back to back, forming a desperate circle.

Their bodies were already covered in wounds.

The weapons in their hands had also lost their edges.

But they did not retreat a single step.

Because behind them was their home.

It was their wives, children, and parents.

"For Stone Hammer!"

An old dwarf veteran covered in blood let out a tragic roar.

He swung the broken axe in his hand, hacking a Fire Beard warrior who rushed up to the ground.

But the next second, three or four weapons pierced his body from different angles simultaneously.

His tall body stiffened violently, then slowly knelt to the ground.

His turbid eyes looked toward the depths of the fortress, revealing endless attachment and reluctance.

Scenes like this were happening in every corner of the battlefield.

Stone Hammer Tribe warriors fell one after another.

The defensive line was torn open with one gap after another.

In the center of the formation.

Bagelumu was like a bloody man.

The heavy armor on his body was already tattered, revealing deep wounds underneath.

He panted heavily, every breath tugging at the wounds all over his body, bringing a heart-piercing pain.

But he still stood at the very front of the formation like an angry lion.

Every time the warhammer in his hand swung out, an enemy was inevitably smashed into broken bones.

But the number of enemies was simply too large.

Like an endless red tide.

Drowning this one, drowning that one, the next turn would be his.

Mike and Falco stood by his side.

Falco's wounds were very heavy.

He was almost relying on willpower to support himself.

His sword had long since killed who knows how many enemies.

His complexion was as pale as paper.

But the hand holding the sword was still very steady.

Mike's situation was no better.

His body was also full of wounds.

That gorgeous noble knight armor had long been dyed dark red by blood and mud.

He gripped his sword, staring fixedly at the enemies in front.

His brain was blank.

Only one most instinctive thought remained.

Fight, fight, and fight again!

Absolutely must not fall!

Because Master Roko had not come yet.

He believed Master Roko would definitely come!

"Hahahaha!"

At the rear of the battlefield, Huorong, the Patriarch of the Fire Beard Tribe, looked at the defensive line that was about to be completely crushed and let out a wild laugh.

"Bagelumu! My old friend!"

"See that? This is the end of a traitor!"

"Today, your Stone Hammer Tribe will completely disappear from this world!"

"I, Huorong, will become the only King of the Dwarf Mountains!"

Beside him, that Poison Scorpion Society deacon wearing a black robe also let out a hoarse laugh like a night owl.

"Congratulations, Patriarch Huorong."

"Your wish is about to be realized."

Bagelumu heard Huorong's ear-piercing laughter, and his eyes were almost spitting fire.

He wanted to refute, wanted to curse.

But when he opened his mouth, what surged up was a mouthful of scalding blood.

"Pfft!"

He could no longer support himself and knelt on the ground.

Finished.

Everything was finished.

His heart was filled with endless despair and regret.

Regretting why he had believed that despicable guy Huorong in the first place and gone to participate in that bullshit peace negotiation.

If they had guarded the fortress from the beginning, perhaps they could have held on for a few more days.

Now, it was too late to say anything.

Huorong saw Bagelumu kneel, and the smile on his face grew thicker.

He waved his hand violently.

"Full attack!"

"Flatten this fortress for me! Leave none alive!"

"Roar!"

Thousands of berserk Fire Beard dwarves let out roars that shook the sky.

They launched the final full attack!

Like a broken red flood, they rushed toward that last defensive line that was already crumbling.

Despair, like a substantial black cloud, hung over the hearts of every Stone Hammer dwarf.

They closed their eyes.

Preparing to welcome the arrival of death.

Mike also gripped the sword in his hand tightly, preparing for the final resistance.

Although this resistance seemed so insignificant.

Just at this moment.

"Boom!"

A loud noise like a thunderclap suddenly came from the rear flank of the Fire Beard Tribe's army!

Immediately following, countless shrill screams.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change.

They subconsciously looked toward the direction the sound came from.

Then, they saw.

Saw a scene

A torrent of black.

A torrent of black, composed entirely of steel and death.

Like a black sword of judgment, descending from the nine heavens to slash into the mortal world.

With an unstoppable, crushing momentum, it fiercely gouged through the Fire Beard Tribe's impenetrable formation!

At the lead was a knight wielding a giant axe.

The Obsidian Gold heavy armor on his body shimmered with a grim, chilling light under the sunset's afterglow.

He was like a demon god who had walked out of hell.

Every swing of the giant axe in his hand stirred up a bloody storm of flying flesh.

Before him, those so-called berserk Fire Beard warriors were like paper.

Easily torn apart and crushed!

And behind him were forty-nine Obsidian Gold knights, each as demonic as he was.

They formed a sharp, unstoppable cone formation.

They were a black sword capable of tearing through everything!

"It—it's Captain Hart!"

Mick's eyes widened instantly.

In his pupils, which had turned gray with despair, a raging fire named "hope" ignited in an instant!

"It's the Vanguard Valley Knight Order!"

"It's Lord Roko's reinforcements!"

"We are saved!"

The surviving Stone Hammer dwarves also saw the banner of that unit.

It was the Flame Griffin flag of Vanguard Valley!

"Reinforcements! It's our reinforcements!"

"Lord Roko has not abandoned us!"

On the desperate battlefield, thunderous cheers erupted instantly.

The dwarves who had already prepared to die felt their fighting spirit reignite in their eyes.

They picked up their weapons, let out unwilling roars, and launched a counterattack against the enemies beside them!

"How is this possible!"

In the rear, Huorong watched the black cavalry that had easily torn a huge gap in his army.

The smile on his face froze instantly.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"How—how did they appear in my rear without a sound?"

The Poison Scorpion Society deacon beside him also turned deathly pale.

"Obsidian Gold heavy armor!"

"It's Roko Raymond's ace unit!"

"Damn it! Something happened at Black Stone Town!"

He understood the key to the situation in an instant.

But understanding it now had no meaning.

Because that black sword had already reached them.

Hart took the lead, his tiger-like eyes locked firmly on Huorong, who stood on high ground with a look of shock.

"Huorong!"

He let out a roar like a thunderclap.

"Give me your life!"

The warhorse he spurred on charged toward Huorong like a bolt of black lightning.

All the Fire Beard warriors blocking his path were sent flying by a single swing of his axe.

Unstoppable!

This was the might of the Vanguard Valley Storm Knight Order Commander!

The situation on the battlefield was completely reversed in this instant!

"Protect the Patriarch!"

Beside Huorong, a group of his most loyal personal guards roared, raising their shields and weapons to form a human wall, attempting to block Hart's unstoppable charge.

However, in the face of absolute power, all of this was in vain.

"Get out of the way!"

Hart roared, the giant axe in his hand carrying the force of a thousand jun, smashing fiercely into that shield wall.

"Boom!"

A loud crash.

The shield wall formed by several elite dwarf warriors was like being hit head-on by a prehistoric beast.

Instantly, it crumbled!

Shields shattered.

Men were knocked backward, spraying a mist of blood while still in mid-air.

Hart's charge did not stall in the slightest.

In an instant, he carved a bloody path leading to Huorong.

"Damn it!"

Huorong looked at the approaching Hart, a look of panic appearing on his face for the first time.

He could feel the mountain-like oppressive pressure radiating from Hart.

This human knight had grown stronger!

He turned to flee without hesitation.

But the Poison Scorpion Society deacon beside him grabbed his arm.

"Why are you running!"

The deacon's voice was cold and hoarse.

"Don't you want to become the King of the Dwarf Mountains?"

"Now, your enemies have all appeared!"

"Kill them! Use your power to crush them!"

"As long as you kill them, the entire Dwarf Mountains will be yours!"

Huorong's body stiffened abruptly.

That's right.

Why am I running?

I am the strongest!

I have taken the most perfect Berserk Potion from the organization!

My power has reached the Silver Grade!

I am the future King of the Dwarf Mountains!