Chapter 201 Silver Dwarf
On the high wooden platform, the dwarf warriors stubbornly resisted the green-skinned orcs that kept pouring in from all directions.

Hamar, wearing the rune armor made for him by his father, swung his warhammer and smashed the heavily armored green-skinned warrior in front of him to pieces with one blow.

"boom!"

Just as he killed the greenskin warrior in front of him, a heavily armored greenskin warrior also swung a giant axe and hit him on the back.

Under the huge impact, Hamar's legs sank into the ground. He gritted his teeth, turned around and smashed the green-skinned heavy-armored warrior who attacked him to death with a hammer.

He pulled his legs out of the ground, then roared, and a ray of light quickly covered his whole body. He raised his warhammer and charged at the green-skinned orcs around him.

Like a tank, his powerful strength crushed all the green orcs that stood in his way.

He circled around several times, crushing a large number of green-skinned orcs before returning to the Extraordinary Team.

Although his charge cleared a space, the gap was quickly filled by a steady stream of greenskins.

Hamar felt a little powerless as he looked at the gap that was quickly filled.

Looking at the seemingly endless green-skinned orcs, he felt filled with regret.

As a Knight of the Four Rings, he should have been able to do more and better, and should have even been able to escort his people out of the siege, but he couldn't do it.

His power was restrained by the greenskin priests, and he could not exert the full power of the Knight of the Four Rings. Moreover, he had no mount now, so the power he could exert was even less.

He previously focused all his study energy on casting, and knew very few techniques. Moreover, most of them were single-combat techniques. They were okay in duels, but their effects were limited in the war with the Green Tide.

There are too many greenskins. Even if he can kill one greenskin orc with one blow, so many frenzied greenskin orcs can still kill him.

I was too impatient to organize a resistance when I heard someone was attacking here.

Hamar looked at the tired dwarf transcendents around him and silently tightened his hammer.

He could only pray now that the attacking forces were strong and determined enough to be able to break in, and that they were not here to test him. Otherwise, they might all die here.

Hamar gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the hammer.

Just as he was about to continue fighting, the green-skinned orcs in front of him suddenly became chaotic.

Several colorful rays of light flew over from afar and accurately projected onto the location of the greenskin priest.

The greenskin priest who had been so arrogant and dancing and howling just now, along with the greenskin warriors near him, all disappeared in the light.

Then, there was a commotion behind the greenskins, and fully armed soldiers reflecting the sunlight appeared in his sight.

They were driving the fleeing green-skinned orcs and intervened in the battle with murderous intent.

Hamar looked at the green blood splashing in the distance and became excited.

He raised his hammer and shouted.

"My tribesmen, hold on! Hold on! Reinforcements are coming, reinforcements are coming!"

Hearing his words, the dwarves also noticed that the green-skinned orcs in front of them seemed a little confused.

Although their eyesight was not as good as Hamar's and they could not understand the advance of the legionnaires, their morale was boosted when they heard Hamar's words, and their tired bodies seemed to have gained a little more strength.

The speed of the Legion soldiers' advance did not disappoint them. Less than a minute after Hamar opened his mouth, the golden wave defeated the green-skinned orcs in the area.

As the effect of berserk ended, the green-skinned orcs screamed, threw away their weapons, and turned around to run away as they looked at the cruel and bloody battlefield.

Looking at the defeated green-skinned orcs and the golden cans that were advancing in an orderly manner, Hamar stopped his tribesmen who were trying to chase and kill the defeated green-skinned orcs.

Under Hamar's command, the dwarf warriors once again formed a line of defense, silently watching the incoming golden waves.

Under their gaze, the main body of the golden wave had no intention of coming over, but continued to chase in the direction of the green-skinned orcs' escape. Only a small team of less than ten people flowed out and walked towards them.

Hamar hung the war hammer at his waist and led the extraordinary team to meet the enemy.

As the legitimate heir of this dwarf clan, Hamar had received a complete education, so after a quick glance, his eyes stopped directly on Roland.

Roland did not conceal his aura, so Hamar could easily detect his power after the first sublimation.

He looked at Roland's attire, his robe, the magic book in his hand, and his temperament.

Hamar concluded.

A pampered and powerful mid-level human spellcaster, most likely from Sinar.

He had been to Sinnar with the clan's caravan, and he knew the difference between the spellcasters of Donnar and those of Sinnar.

Due to the different customs on both sides, most of the spellcasters on Donnar's side live in seclusion and rarely appear in public. They are all nervous and have relatively cold personalities and temperaments.

The spellcasters of Sinar are different. Although they will stay in the laboratory to conduct research, they will also often go out to travel. Most of them are relatively open-minded and not as neurotic as the spellcasters of Donnar.

Anyone who has seen an Donnar spellcaster and a Sinnar spellcaster can basically tell the difference between the two at a glance.

Moreover, the spellcasters on Donnar's side were not very well developed and still retained some of the styles of the primitive wizards, while Roland's robes and grimoires were clearly in the style of Sinnar.

While he was observing Roland, Roland was also silently observing his situation.

Based on Roland's understanding of dwarves, and the equipment and flags of the dwarves in front of him.

This group of dwarves are most likely from the Silver Clan.

According to the plot of the previous life, although the Green Tide mainly operated in Donnar, because the Dragon Spine Mountains were close to Donnar, the dwarves living in the Dragon Spine Mountains were also attacked by the Green Tide, and their situation was not much better.

Several surface dwarf territories were completely destroyed, and like the fleeing refugees of Donnar, the dwarves of the Dragonspine Mountains became homeless refugees.

If the dwarf clan was not weak and good at digging, and had not built a large number of escape passages in the dwarf territory in the Dragon's Back Mountains, they might not even have a chance to escape.

Wasn't the Silver Gate, the home of the Silver Dwarves, breached by the Green Tide a year ago? How come there are still Silver Dwarves here?

If I remember correctly, the Silver Clan finally fled to Sinar and joined their dwarven compatriots in the Silver Empire.

Roland thought so and spoke.

"Why are the dwarves from the Silver Clan here?"

(End of this chapter)