"Boom——"
Accompanied by the thunderous roar of engines, the steam tanks formed a tightly-knit formation, advancing like a moving mountain, with billowing dust clouds trailing behind them.
Behind the Armored Corps, the Empire's infantry regiment advanced swiftly under the protection of the tanks, steadily closing in on the city walls.
In the sky, bipedal wyverns flapped their wings, shrieking sharply and circling back and forth, spreading out towards Aivendel like a thick storm cloud in a raging tempest.
The plains before Aivendel City's walls had been completely occupied by the Ashen Legion, whose offensive surged forth like a terrifying scourge, bearing down upon the dwarves' fortress in a relentless tide.
"Damn it..."
"These... These bastards, truly..."
Faced with such an overwhelming force, even the typically fearless dwarves couldn't help but swallow nervously, their rugged faces adorned with thick beards betraying surprise and traces of unease.
