"You filthy orc-bred bastards!"
"Long live Aivendel! Long live the High Mountain Kingdom! Long live the Shield Dwarves!"
The heart-wrenching screams echoed from the figures engulfed in flames.
Even in their final moments, the Dwarf Heavy Infantry never forgot to boost morale, cursing the brutal invaders, wishing they could devour them alive.
Hearing their companions' voices, the Dwarf Commander dragged himself out of the rubble, picked up the Heavy Hammer from the ground, and staggered forward.
Upon seeing the terrifying steel behemoth still crushing his comrades, rage seized his entire being. Veins bulged across his forehead, and his eyes burned with fury. He paid no heed to the searing tongues of fire, recklessly charging toward it.
He growled under his breath: "I'll show you the strength of the Children of the Mountains!"
