Other resources remained ample, but the supply of iron ingots was dwindling, leaving her no choice but to await provisions from the dwarven kingdom.
Meanwhile, in the primitive forests of Fay Hiang Prefecture, Jeang Yi, having activated the town's protective shield, had succumbed to slumber.
Suddenly, he felt a violent tremor akin to an earthquake.
Awakening with a start, his eyes glowed with a yellow luminescence as he soared out of the castle through the window.
The earth quaked violently.
The town fractured and an imposing city began to rise from the ground.
Its territorial expanse broadened, soaring walls ascended, and the castle behind him transformed into a palace.
The city Jeang Yi relaxed his vigilance, observing this city that belonged to him, albeit with a hint of bewilderment.
He had not anticipated that Bayou would elevate the town directly to his city.
When he glanced at Bayou's level with curiosity, he was taken aback.
Level eight.
In the dwarven kingdom of Hapuni Prefecture, the final battle had commenced.
The Stonefoot Clan has been annihilated with all its members captured, leaving only the Broadbeard clan and the Iron Fist royal family.
Faced with the formidable Dwarven army led by Max, the two remaining clans were compelled to set aside their grievances and form an uneasy alliance.
As for Zhumn, who had fled to the Stonefoot clan, once the second son of the Firebeard clan as chieftain, he too had been captured by Max and imprisoned within the walls of Aman City.
Iron Forge, the former capital of the Dwarven Kingdom and its largest city, had fallen into the hands of the Iron Fist Clan after the death of the Dwarfven King and the subsequent fracturing of the seven great clans.
Now, within its mighty walls, a 100,000 dwarven warriors stood ready.
The city fortified both within and without, awaiting Max s inevitable assault.
Yet they no longer possessed the courage to launch an offensive of their own.
Max, Arthur, and Darcy had divided their forces into three armies, encircling Iron Forge in a triangular formation.
Having absorbed the remnants of the Stonefoot clan and others, Max Sdwarfven forces now rivaled those within Iron Forge, though most were civilians.
Their combat prowess slightly inferior to that of the trained dwarven soldiers.
But the true vanguard of this assault was not Max S.
Dwarves.
It was the undead legions led by Arthur and Darcy.
The lightning strikes of the undead had already obliterated two great clans.
If the Iron Fist clan remained ignorant of their foe by now, they would be nothing short of incompetent.
They knew not only of Max s alliance with the undead, but also of their weaknesses.
Preparations have been made.
The dwarven kingdom had endured for millennia.
And the iron fist, as its former royal lineage possessed not only deeprooted heritage, but also the accumulated knowledge of the royal archives, enough to grant them full understanding of creatures like the undead.
At the first light of dawn, the necromancers relayed their orders, and a vast army marched toward Iron Forge.
Xiao Yinshi and Max led the dwarven forces ahead while the undead, swift, airborne, and unbburdened by supply lines, kept pace to prevent any disarray among the living.
Meanwhile, within Aman city, Zhu M had been imprisoned in the very same dungeon where he had once held Max captive.
Shackled at the wrists and ankles, confined to a cramped cell, he showed no trace of despair, nor did he acknowledge the dwarven guards beyond his door.
Do they truly believe mere chains could hold me? That they could break me? A cold smirk curled his lips, just as Bayu had surmised.
Zum N was no pure-blooded dwarf.
Lowering his head, he strained to reach an earring, one he had always worn, a gift from his mother.
To all, it had seemed a mere trinket, easily overlooked, yet concealed within was an exquisitly minute enchantment.
Its presence masked by the earringes peculiar material so subtle that even Max had failed to detect it.
Such craftsmanship of course was not of dwarven origin.
With a twist of his fingers the outer casing slid away, revealing the hidden sigil beneath.
Suddenly a brilliant light erupted within the chamber and in the blink of an eyeman's form vanished from the dungeon.
With a resounding crash, the door swung open and a lich burst into the room.
Having sensed a surge of magical energy emanating from the dungeon, it hurriedly made its way here, yet arrived a moment too late.
At this juncture, all that remained in the dungeon were Zhao Man's discarded garments strewn upon the ground, while the empty shackles clinkedked and rattled softly.
Man had audaciously disappeared from the dungeon, right under the noses of the dwarves and the undead guards.
Chapter 3:26.
The final war upon the towering walls of Iron Forge.
Colossal energy cannons were meticulously positioned while the dwarves stood ready, their weapons and armor emanating a faint azure glow.
This ethereal light was a result of their preemptive spiritual enchantments specifically crafted to combat the undead.
Furthermore, the battlements were brimming with dwarven crossbowmen and a handful of mages whose magical capabilities were limited to rudimentary spells.
Their magical proficiency hovered around the fifth tier, predominantly relying on their wands to execute various enchanted attacks.
This reliance on simplistic magic elucidates the rarity of mages within the dwarven kingdom with only the Iron Fist clan possessing a few, while other clans scarcely boasted any.
In the expansive central plaza, for regiments were meticulously arrayed, all mounted upon griffins, armed with crossbows, and equipped with quivers at their backs.
The leaders of the Iron Fist and Broadbeam clan stood shouldertosh shoulder at top the walls, gazing into the distance with furough brows.
This was their final bastion of strength.
Should they falter in this battle, the dwarven kingdom might face obliteration, and the denisens of the two clans could very well find themselves in chains.
Then came the alarm.
A cry echoed throughout the city, prompting an immediate state of alert.
The protective barrier activated instantaneously as the dwarves began charging their energy crystals into the cannons, swiftly aiming at the approaching foe.
Yet even the two leaders found themselves profoundly shaken by the sight before them.
A veritable deluge of undead descended from the skies, blotting out the sun, while colossal figures instilled terror in the hearts of the dwarves, as if the apocalypse had arrived.
Arthur and Dachi had brought no other undead but the bone dragons and ghostly dragons, over 10,000 in total.
The sheer magnitude of these spectral beings exerted an overwhelming pressure.
Roars echoed through the air, shaking the very souls of the dwarves as torrents of fiery breath cascaded down, annihilating all in their path.
The defensive lines painstakingly established by the dwarves were rendered utterly ineffective, swept away effortlessly by the bone dragons.
As a bone dragon descended, unleashing its breath weapon before soaring back into the sky to prepare for its next assault, it resembled a cavalry unit preparing to charge once more.
The protective barrier, now bearing the brunt of countless dragon breaths, grew unbearably hot.
With energy reserves depleting at an alarming rate, threatening to collapse under the strain, the dwarves within the city wore expressions of dread, their hands trembling on the reigns of their griffins.
How could we possibly contend with dragons? With a command from a dwarven officer, the warriors gritted their teeth and launched themselves into the sky upon their griffins to engage the bone dragons.
However, the disparity in size was insurmountable.
A single swipe from a bone dragon could effortlessly swat a griffin rider from the air.
The enchanted weapons prepared by the two clan leaders proved to be of scant efficacy against the bone dragons and ghostly dragons.
As the crossbow bolts and cannon fire could hardly breach the bone dragons defenses.
As for the elemental attacks from the mages, they were rendered utterly feudal.
For the bone dragons possessed formidable resistance to such magic.
As a multitude of dwarves mounted upon griffins ascended into the sky, a colossal shadow of a blue dragon surged through them, extinguishing their souls and causing them to plummet towards the ground.
The spectral dragon, merely by passing through the dwarves, was sufficient to annihilate them entirely.
Within a mere 10 minutes of combat, the dwarves began to face utter defeat.
Having not dispatched a single undead foe in the process, the chieftains of the two clans appeared pallet, their minds overwhelmed by the sheer might of the undead.
The mere presence of such a gigantic creature necessitated the combined efforts of dozens of dwarves to have even a semblance of a chance against it.
Indeed, it was merely a chance.
In contrast, the risk of total annihilation for the dwarves loomed far greater.
With a bellow, a thick, immense blast of ghostly blue breath surged forth, exuding a chilling aura.
Arthur intended to obliterate the protective barrier of the enemy stronghold in a single strike.
The barrier proved inadequate.
The Iron Fist chieftain roared, seizing his weapon and leaping high to intercept Arthur's assault.
Should the barrier shatter, the Iron Forge would surely descend into chaos.
Engulfed in flames, the massive hammer collided with Arthur's dragon breath, instantaneously forming a shield to completely deflect it with the Iron Fist Chieftain positioned before the city s protective dome.
Suddenly, two icy blue beams shot forth, delivering a soul racing assault that struck the Iron Fist chieft directly.
It was Dachi's attack.
A resounding explosion erupted as Arthurs and Dachi's forces collided violently.
sending the iron fist chieftain crashing downward, "Iron Fist.
" The broad-bearded leader at top the walls exclaimed an alarm.
The two kings then ascended once more into the heavens, preparing for their next offensive.
The Iron Fist chieftain rose to his feet, tearing off his chest plate and discarding it onto the ground.
Fortunately, he had previously enchanted it for sole protection.
Otherwise, he would have perished moments ago.
Yet the armor was now rendered useless, and the entire set became ineffective due to the loss of a single piece, thereby diminishing the Iron Fist Chieftain's combat prowess.