Chapter 83: Molten Iron and Heavy Cavalry_2

"No——"

"Ouch, it's so hot!"

"This is molten iron, get away! These damned, despicable Dwarves!"

The Orcs let out cries of agony, trying in vain to struggle within the scalding molten iron and escape, but it was all to no avail.

Steam billowed around their bodies first and when every droplet of moisture had evaporated, their flesh could only have intimate contact with the iron at over a thousand degrees Celsius.

Rolling steam enshrouded the battlefield, where only the crackling sound of liquid steaming away and the crispy noise of flames could be heard, while the screams of the Orcs had all but faded.

In this terrifying inferno of steel, any flesh would be burned by frenzied molten iron.

The group of Orcs that first made contact with Aivendel were all cast into the scorching molten iron, refined into dross by the Dwarves' expert smelting.