At that moment, the Iron Fist Chieftain gazed ahead, spotting another wave of dwarven troops advancing in the distance.

"Mace, cursed traitor," he muttered.

His leg armor emitted a faint green glow as he brandished his weapon and soared into the air, charging towards Arthur.

Strangely, the majority of the dwarven kings lack the ability to fly, rendering them utterly helpless against the flurrying skeletal dragons and spectra dragons above, left merely to gawk in despair.

Upon seeing the approaching enemy, Arthur unleashed a breath of charged dragon fire, aiming to bring them down once more.

However, the Iron Fist Chieftain, leveraging his superior level, shattered the attack with a single blow, only to be met by Arthur Estail, ablaze with blue flames.

The impact sent the Iron Fist Chieftain spiraling backward, momentarily losing his balance.

His flight was dependent on his equipment.

Thus, he maneuvered clumsily.

Though the ground was cratered by his fall, he sustained no injury.

It felt a profound sense of humiliation.

Despite his higher level, his lack of aerial skill left him at a severe disadvantage in the skies.

On solid ground, he was confident he could vanquish Arthur within three strikes.

However, after Arthur brought him down, he paid him no mind and continued to assault the surrounding dwarves and strongholds.

Iron Fist Chief, it is not too late to surrender.

Surely you do not wish to see Iron Forge reduced to mere ruins.

At that moment, Max's voice rang out from one side, and the Iron Fist leader glared at him, his face contorted with rage.

Firebeard, Max, you traitor of the dwarven kin, aligning yourself with outsiders.

You are incapable of restoring order to the dwarven kingdom, yet I am capable.

Wasn't the Iron Fist thrown seized in a similar manner? Do you not find your words naive and ludicrous? I advise you to reconsider your stance, Max replied coldly.

If possible, he would prefer to avoid breaching the city, for such an act would only result in greater casualties.

D.

Chapter 327.

Conquest.

The Iron Fist Chieftain gripped his war hammer tightly, suddenly rising with a ferocious intensity, channeling the full might of his level seven kingly power in a direct strike towards Max.

Even if it meant death, he was determined to eliminate the traitor Max.

Boom! A spectral shield materialized out of thin air, intercepting the chieftain's blow, the energy coursing through the hammer, failing to inflict any damage.

Almost instantaneously, a flurry of bone spikes erupted from either side, forcefully repelling the iron fist chieftain.

He looked up to see three wraiths hovering beside Max, each possessing a power that rivaled his own.

"Kill him!" Xiao Yinue's cold voice echoed from not far behind, declaring that such scum need not be spared.

The three liches immediately launched an assault on the Iron Fist chieftain while Max deafly maneuvered his mount away from the fry, leading the dwarves towards the gates of Iron Forge.

Even though the dwarves mounds could fly, they dared not ascend into the sky, for it had transformed into a battlefield dominated by skeletal dragons and ghostly dragons.

With a resounding crack, the protective barrier of Iron Forge, having endured numerous king- level assaults, finally shattered.

Countless skeletal dragons surged into the city, their fiery breath incinerating everything in their path.

The massive forms of the skeletal dragons descended upon the city, clawing and whipping their tails, even unleashing their fiery breath against the dwarves, annihilating them completely.

Some skeletal dragons landed at top the city walls.

their immense weight causing the walls to crumble, demolishing the weaponry and sending dwarves plummeting.

In a mere instant the barrier shattered, the dwarves at top the walls were swept away.

The aerial dwarven cavalry fared no better.

The intangible ghostly dragons were even more terrifying than their skeletal counterparts.

With a mere opening of their vast jaws, they could instantly consume the souls of the dwarves.

The souls burned within and were exhaled again as dragon breath.

the corrosive azure rays extinguishing all in their wake, sending the dwarves into a panicked retreat.

If caught in the flames of a skeletal dragon, there remained a sliver of hope for survival.

But encountering the attacks of a ghostly dragon was a certain death sentence.

With the walls of Iron Forge shattered, chaos erupted within the city.

Smoke billowing as the anguish cries of dwarves filled the air, their hearts gripped by fear and despair.

This war was overwhelmingly one-sided.

The power of the undead was simply too horrifying.

My lord, please stop fighting surrender.

They're all dead.

All dead.

Don't send everyone to their doom.

What manner of monster is this? It cannot be killed.

Why must we battle them? Some dwarves, their mental fortitude crumbling, lost the will to fight and knelt upon the ground.

This was a war they could never hope to win.

Whoosh! A dragon tail swept through, tragically striking down one of the broken dwarves.

The skeletal dragons continued their relentless assault within the city, paying no heed to these insignificant figures.

Above, an uncountable horde of ghostly dragons completely enveloped the skies over Iron Forge, they would heed neither pleas for surrender nor cries for mercy.

They obeyed only the commands of Arthur and Dachi, and until the kings ordered them to cease, they would press on relentlessly, determined to obliterate all before them.

At the city gate, a cadre of dwarven kings was fiercely guarding the broadbearded chieftain as he engaged in battle with the surrounding bone dragon kings.

Suddenly, a level seven lich burst onto the battlefield, instantly decimating several lower ranked kings.

The broadbearded chieftain was takenback.

He had long abandoned the idea of defending Iron Forge alongside the Iron Fist leader.

At this moment, he only wished to retreat swiftly under the cover of his subordinates.

Remaining here would only lead to certain death.

However, it was evident that time was no longer on his side.

Broadbearded Chieftain, will you two fight to the bitter end as the Iron Fist leader did? Max asked, casting a glance at the chieftain.

This was not merely a threat.

It was his final warning.

At this moment, for liches had encircled the broadbearded chieftain, and with so many undead both above and below, escape was an impossibility.

Even for one capable of flight, I am willing to surrender.

" The chieftain gritt his teeth and laid down his weapon, kneeling before them.

Max silently breathe a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

If the battle continued, the entire dwarven population of Iron Forge would likely be annihilated.

This was for the best, ensuring that the dwarven kingdom would retain some semblance of strength after unification.

Witnessing the broad-bearded chieftain submission, the other kings also knelt, expressing their allegiance, including the kings of the Iron Fist clan, Max turned to Xiao Lianua.

My lady, they have surrendered.

We can allow the other two lords to cease their assault.

Xiao Yinua nodded in agreement.

The battle had finally come to an end, paving the way for the complete unification of the dwarves.

Congratulations, Lord, on conquering the dwarven kingdom, acquiring an auxiliary barracks and the tier of the kingdom.

Inside the palace, Bayou suddenly receive a system notification, instantly filled with joy.

Why is the reward so meager? She pondered, somewhat perplexed, as the reward seemed less impressive than that of the anteater kingdom.

Without a second thought, she constructed the auxiliary barracks directly within Xiao Leian's town, thus securing two dwarven barracks for herself.

As for the tier of the kingdom, Bayou immediately brought it forth to touch her own tier of the kingdom, absorbing it completely in an instant.

Current upgrade progress of the tier of the kingdom 13100.

It had directly increased by seven points.

Indeed, the tears of the kingdom varied in potency.

In comparison to the goblins and anteaters, the dwarven kingdom was evidently stronger, even in its fractured state.

The tallying of resources would require some time, but Bayou was not particularly anxious, allowing time to pass leisurely.

Comparatively, the dwarven kingdom possessed the most abundant resources, likely leading to immediate freedom in iron ingots.

Moreover, in addition to that, there was an immeasurable workforce and skilled craftsmen.

In contrast to the goblins, the dwarves held greater significance for Bayou.

The battle had claimed the lives of tens of thousands of dwarves, with the main force nearly decimated by 2/3.

Had it not been for the death of the Iron Fist leader, they might have fought until the last moment.

Nonetheless, Bayu's experience points reached a bottleneck.

Although expanding several battlefield for upgrades was still quite rapid, she was on the cusp of reaching level 9, one could only hope that advancing to royal level at level 9 would not require an excessive amount of experience.

Meanwhile, in the great Terala Prairie beneath the basin lay the Goblin Kingdom.

A goldenhaired man with flowing locks arrived at this place where he beheld the fortress of the undead.