Chapter 88: The Brutal War

Black Stone Valley, on the open valley before Aivendel City, was everywhere piled with the charred corpses of Beastmen, still with Remnant Flame continuously burning, crackling crisply, flames flickering with the wind.

Dwarves, Elves were ready on the city walls, gripping tightly their Short Bows, Warhammers, quietly waiting for the enemy's arrival.

"Brethren, allies...

At this moment, the fate of Aivendel is in our hands, even the situation on the Fianso Continent will be changed by this great war.

If we succeed, your actions will surely be inscribed in the annals of history!"

Ed's voice was steady and powerful, each word resonating against the flag-lined city walls.

The Dwarf King raised his Warhammer high, a powerful aura emanating, "For Order and Justice! Aivendel shall never fall!"

"For Order and Justice!"