Chapter 76: The Great Battle of Iron Furnace Town II

Chapter 76: The Great Battle of Iron Furnace Town II

“Your Majesty, the Rage of the Mountains can no longer function properly due to the rain.”

On the dwarf side, the Dwarf Engineer delivered his warning to the Dwarf King.

They had relied on the Rage of the Mountains throughout the battle, and if it became unusable, the humans on the opposing side would pose a significant threat to the dwarves.

“What in the world? Why can’t the Rage of the Mountains be used?”

The Dwarf King glared furiously at the engineer.

The engineer felt a wave of exasperation inside.

Your Majesty, didn’t you even read the instruction manual?

In fact, the Dwarf King had not.

Engineers typically emphasized the advantages of weapons during the oral presentation, and merely skimmed over the disadvantages.

Completely entranced by the strengths of the Rage of the Mountains, the Dwarf King Soron had completely overlooked the drawbacks.

Realizing a potential reason, the Dwarf Engineer replied weakly, “The Rage of the Mountains is just as susceptible to moisture as ordinary crossbows; it’s currently fully exposed to the rain.”

At this point, saying anything was too late.

They had underestimated the magical prowess of humans, who had developed capabilities that rivaled even the Elven Race.

These engineers, sequestered in the mountains and enthralled with scientific research, had created new weapons for the dwarves but were oblivious to the current state of affairs in the outside world.

Once these technology-driven engineers get into their research zone, they truly become the kind of people who only read their textbooks and tune out everything else.

The outside world was entirely overlooked; in their eyes, only their current projects mattered.

Having received an answer, the Dwarf King widened his eyes at the Dwarf Engineer before him.

So now, you tell me our weapon has this flaw?

“Your Majesty, it’s clear that the humans orchestrated this; they’ve identified the weapon’s weakness and cast a spell to make it rain.”

The Dwarf Engineer continued to explain to the Dwarf King.

However, the Dwarf King was no longer in the mood to listen to his explanation.

If the Rage of the Mountains couldn’t be used, it meant the dwarves would have to face the human army head-on.

How much chance did the dwarves have in that scenario?

Calming himself, the Dwarf King began to think about this sobering reality.

Though he was furious about everything, as a king, he knew that rage wouldn’t solve anything at this point.

Since the situation had already unfolded, they had to find a solution.

The Dwarf Engineer sighed inwardly as he glanced at the now composed Dwarf King.

It was unclear whether today’s battle would be good or bad for the dwarves.

A huge defeat might bring the King’s calmness, though it could cost numerous dwarf warriors their lives; if this continued, the dwarves would eventually suffer greatly!

Moreover, developing a moisture-resistant Rage of the Mountains needed to be prioritized rapidly.

Otherwise, their once-proud technological strength would be defeated by such magic.

No matter how powerful your weapon or how many kinds you have, if it’s susceptible to moisture or water, that single counter would completely undermine you.

Putting aside the many thoughts fleeting through the Dwarf Engineer’s mind, the Dwarf King made a rough assessment of the current situation.

Although the Rage of the Mountains had become ineffective under human design, the humans must’ve concentrated their mages to summon such a thunderous spell of rain.

In other words, the human troops were not without losses either.

The dwarves had lost the Rage of the Mountains, while the humans had lost their surplus of mages.

In a sense, both sides were evened out.

Who knows what kind of powerful magic the mages capable of casting such a spell could unleash?

It was definitely not weak, that was for sure.

With humans lacking mages and dwarves without the Rage of the Mountains, it meant the next war would devolve into close combat.

As for the archers?

What are those? In this weather, could they even fight?

Thinking of this, a cruel smile crept across the Dwarf King’s face.

Dwarves were born warriors, and equipped with their new armor, he had full confidence in their warriors for close combat.

No retreat, just a chance to battle it out.

If they retreated, it would truly be defeat.

“Brave Dwarf Warriors, summon your courage and let these humans know what true warriors are made of!”

On the battlefield, the Dwarf King rallied his Dwarf Soldiers.

At this moment, the human army had already begun to close in.

Knowing the Rage of the Mountains was no longer an option, the Dwarf King naturally wouldn’t let the Dwarven Warriors use it.

Though they didn’t understand the shortcomings of the Rage of the Mountains, Dwarven Warriors had no hesitation in following the King’s command.

As naturally born warriors, they craved the thrill of close-quarters combat.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!…”

Once their emotions surged, the Dwarf Warriors thundered a battle cry that rattled the advancing human soldiers’ courage, leaving many of them pale-faced.

“For humanity, soldiers! Drive these dwarves back into the mountains—your comrades are waiting for your rescue… Now, defeat these dwarves before you and save our already fallen homeland.”

Simultaneously, the high-ranking officers among the human ranks began to pump up their soldiers.

Soldiers with lower education levels were easily swayed.

After one speech, they fancied themselves as heroic saviors about to vanquish the wicked demon king and rescue the world.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!…”

Therefore, responding to the dwarves’ battle cries, they too joined in the roar, their fervor rivaling that of the dwarves.

What’s this? Just shout a little? We can do that too!

And as they shouted, an indescribable sense of exhilaration only bolstered these soldiers’ resolve for battle.

Dwarves were not intimidating; they were destined to be defeated by the likes of them.

With this mindset, the human soldiers pressed onwards.

Watching the gallant human soldiers, the Dwarf Soldiers felt a fiery adrenaline coursing through their veins.

If everything went as expected, today’s battle would be a heart-pounding affair for them.

But they felt no fear; only excitement.

To the Dwarf Warriors, the Rage of the Mountains was just a tool for battle.

A qualified warrior clearly could not be like a swordsman who only wielded a sword; without it, they would seem defenseless.

Such a condition was always looked down upon by true warriors.

Even without weapons, one’s body was the strongest weapon of a warrior.