At this time, McNee seemed to be a changed person, dignified as a God, and his whole body seemed to radiate infinite power in all directions. He stretched his arms, and the war hammer wrapped around the arc automatically returned to his hands. The king of thunder blade stepped forward and looked up at the alsala infantry. His breath was calm and slender, and his gray brown curls were blown to the back of his head and danced wildly by the wind.


    McNee strode forward and was exposed to the attack range of the steam tank. The glow of the Mithril armor was shining. I don''t know when the sky was still covered with dark clouds. Originally, Al Sala chose the attack time at noon, and the light should be sufficient even on a cloudy day, but at this time, the valley was gloomy, like before dawn, as if it was roaring with heroes in the strong wind. Charles Charlie nervously held his sword and stared at the king of dwarves standing alone surrounded by elsala''s army.


    "Faith and glory." McNee''s voice came from all directions, rumbling and echoing. He held up the hammer until elsala''s coalition army. The roar was deafening: "in the face of 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, which was buckled above the world. The dwarf gods waved their hammer and slammed it on the dome. The sky was torn by the lightning, and a hole was opened in the middle, briefly revealing a glow 100 times stronger than the sun.


    "Crackle!"


    The electric light as thick as a column fell from the sky and accurately hit a steam tank adjusting the firing angle. The electric arc flowed on the magic energy reaction armor, making the steel black iron beast flash mottled brilliance. The tank sent out a stirring sound of gears, and then stood still.


    It was not completely damaged. When the steam tank scheme was proposed, the defense system design was the top priority, but the red lotus goblins as developers ignored one point, that is, the protection of mortal drivers (the drivers in the steam tank design scheme are orcs and goblins). After being hit by thunder, the main parts of the tank were well protected, But the arc broke through the isolation layer and penetrated into the cockpit, even if only a little, it was enough to crush the lives of these ordinary people.


    Without a manipulator, no matter how powerful a weapon is, it''s just a dead thing. McNee knows that.


    As a warrior, the king of dwarves struck at the level of forbidden curse. Thunder fell from the cloudy sky one after another, hitting the strategic weapon steam tank of Al Sala army one after another, killing one driver after another, making the black fangs lose their ability to move, and then smoldering.


    At the same time, another dwarf army around the flank rushed into the battlefield with a magic puppet.


    "For the thunder blade clan!"


    "For Trade Federation!"


    "This is our territory. Get out!"


    The miraculous performance of the dwarf King completely reversed the war situation and raised the morale of his own camp to a higher level. The dwarves sounded the horn of counterattack. The garrison troops of wanster fortress poured out, the Griffins and horned Eagles roared down from the sky, the crossbows and lances burst out, and the demons and puppets strode out of the road.


    The enemy is retreating, elsala''s front is moving back, and McNee realizes that the other party is retreating. They are all in this battle. They have won!


    "What''s the point?" whispered on the battlefield.


    "I hear you, come out!" McNee cried. "Ron Joseph, your cheap spell can''t disturb a dwarf. If you still have courage, come out and face me."


    "You won, so what?" the voice of Ron Joseph echoed on the battlefield. "The outcome of a local battle can''t determine anything. If you are determined to resist to the end, all of you will die."


    "You procrastinate just to make your soldiers retreat." McNee cut down an alsala knight. "We won and will continue to win. Tell the northerners behind you that if they still plan to set foot in the middle, the dwarves will give them a taste of the hammer."


    The troops are withdrawing one after another, but lune''s voice is still ringing. He doesn''t delay time, but really wants to communicate with the dwarf king.


    "Thunder Lord McNee, I admit that you are the strongest in the middle. You have the power to turn a war around."


    He said, "but what about that? Compared with the black emperor, you are just an ordinary person. His power is like the sea to the water drops. Now your meaningless struggle is just futile. When the tide of the black wings in the distance surges to the other side, your clan, your allies and even the gods behind you are probably powerless."


    McNee seemed to be a little tired from the previous battle. He casually found the body of the enemy, sat on the knight''s armor, gasped slightly, and smiled after hearing lune''s words: "really? According to what you say, there will be no war in ayladia in the future. Let''s sit down and break our wrists to make a comparison of strength, and then the weak side directly surrendered. Is that what you mean?"


    Lune was silent and didn''t know what the dwarf wanted to say.


    "Fool." McNee suddenly scolded, using dwarf language, and then changed his tone: "listen, human beings, it''s not like this. All the stories of impassioned elegy in the world are to beat the strong with weakness rather than bully the weak, so heroes appear and epics are born. Maybe you will bend your knees in front of the dragon, but the dwarf won''t. The Dwarf only has axe and hammer."


    "When the zedi alliance fell apart, the kings of the three castles looked for places. Prince Maran of the red castle took the storm clan to the Empire, while Prince ATTAS of the gray castle and the ambition clan went to the north, and they received preferential treatment."


    Lunn tried to persuade the God dependents: "there are your compatriots there. Black wing is not an arrogant dragon territory, but a kingdom with many followers. McNee, join us. Just like Prince ATTAS, you can feel the kindness of the black emperor."


    "You came with war, spread the plague on every race and let the war burn all over every corner. If this is your goodwill, I think I really feel it." McNee sneered, his breath became uniform and gradually recovered from the previous consumption.


    "You don''t understand what the Emperor Caesar did for." before lune spoke, Charles couldn''t help interrupting and his tone was a little excited. "You don''t know what the world will face in hundreds of years. A unified war is imperative..."


    "You don''t understand!"


    McNee interrupted him with a louder voice and a more angry gesture: "This is our home, our wives, our children and what we cherish are all behind us. No matter what reason you have, as long as you enter this land, the thunder blade dwarves will hold their weapons and stand here, because we are protecting everything we have! Let the king of black wings come, and we will build a high wall of fortress with our own bodies and never retreat , until death. "