For the victory of this battle, Su Li especially brought him out from the castle. He is not the ancient artifact of the dwarves, so he can be used anytime, sounding once every ten minutes to grant soldiers the ability of [Close Combat Expert] and [Reorganize Formation].

But as a Rare Level treasure, it also has a powerful summoning ability that can only be used once per battle. When this horn is sounded by dwarf bloodline, the ancestor of the Redbeard Clan, Ankor Redbeard, will appear as a Heroic Spirit on the battlefield, wreaking havoc among monsters for 30 seconds.

He is a formidable High Tier Divine Chosen Warrior, and if his long-cherished wish is fulfilled by slaying the Treachery Divine Chosen Chaos Changer, he can be restored to Legendary Level status!

A dwarf at the pinnacle of High Tier Divine Chosen appears on the battlefield, even a powerful Green Dragon must avoid his sharp edge, for he is the strongest Dragon Butcher, specializing in handling dragons.

Su Li decisively handed the horn to Dorglin and said, "I agree with your tactic, proceed immediately."

Dorglin, trembling with excitement, took the heavy brass horn with both hands, unable to suppress the joy on his face.

Humans call it the Thunder Horn, but dwarves always refer to it as the Karak Hearn Horn. Since the Dwarf King used it to seal the Demon, the Gray Mountain Dwarves have not sounded this horn for nearly a thousand years.

Now it returns to the hands of dwarf bloodline. Dorglin excitedly grasped the Thunder Horn, feeling its weight and the power within. This is not just a war horn, but also a symbol of honor and power in the history of the Dwarf Race.

He took a deep breath, raised the horn to his lips, and blew with all his strength.

The deep and powerful sound of the horn echoed over the battlefield like thunder, stirring the spirit of every dwarf who heard it. Countless dwarves felt an overwhelming, potent force surging in their blood.

As the heart-wrenching sound of the horn rang out, a dazzling red light shot from the horn towards the sky, where it gathered into a giant portal above the battlefield.

The portal slowly opened, and a figure strode out. His figure was tall and mighty, clad in the ancient battle armor of the dwarves from over a thousand years ago, wielding a massive war axe.

His image perfectly fit the characteristics of the dwarf butcher; the sides of his head were shaved, leaving only a strip of hair in the middle, towering like a peak on a battle helmet, a unique Mohawk hairstyle of the dwarf butcher.

The dwarves' prized beards were cut short to only reach the thighs, specially hardened and dyed a vivid blood color like burning flames, strikingly marking him on the battlefield so that enemies could instantly recognize this fearsome butcher.

But no matter how attention-grabbing, no one could kill this powerful dwarf. His muscular body was bursting with strength, every inch exuding power. His skin was rough from countless battles, covered with scars, witnessing each victory and challenge against foes.

His body was also adorned with intricate blue tattoos, not merely for decoration, but marks of past shame; each line symbolizing the failures and pain he endured.

A powerful dwarf like this comes to the battlefield seeking death, to cleanse himself of past humiliations and compensate for losses he caused. Yet, his strength makes it so that no enemy can kill him.

Upon Ankor's arrival, the atmosphere on the battlefield changed immediately. The monsters instinctively felt the powerful aura emanating from him and retreated a few steps.

The dwarves of the Redbeard Clan were thrilled to the point of tears, their morale surged like a rainbow, and they rushed towards the city wall regardless of anything else.

Ankor, without the slightest hesitation, charged straight into the dense ranks of monsters wielding his war axe.

His thunderous roar was not weaker than the massive Two-legged Flying Thunder Dragon. More importantly, each swing of his war axe "Thunder Fury" carried immense force, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle.

A large number of Kobolds attempted to surround him but were instantly shattered like debris under his rainstorm-like swinging war axe.

His axe not only severed enemies' weapons but also directly cleaved those unfortunate monsters who touched its edge in half. Blood splattered, corpses littered the ground, and in a moment, a terrifying mound of monster remains had formed at Ankor's feet.

Eight Forest Giants wielding large bone clubs and stone axes rushed at him. Not only did Ankor not retreat, he actively leaped from the mound of corpses and blood sea, raising his war axe overhead under the blood moon, leaving a chilling gleam. When the war axe collided with the stone axe, an ear-splitting metallic clash sounded. The Forest Giant's stone axe broke like fragile twigs in the face of "Thunder Fury." Without waiting for the Giant's reaction, the Giant Axe directly beheaded the Giant, letting blood gush out like a fountain, staining the whole battlefield red.

As other Giants tried to approach, Ankor suddenly charged forward, slashing out a chilling axe blade that instantly severed the tree trunk-thick legs of two Giants. The Giants were felled before they even collapsed, and their heads were cleaved off by him.

The combat power of the High Tier Divine Chosen Level butcher shocked everyone on both sides. Even the Two-legged Flying Dragon King, Sandarion, looked with a frosty gaze at the battlefield, feeling that even if a dragon were to descend, it would have its limbs severed and head chopped off by this dreadful butcher.

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