I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

"destiny?"

Anno muttered to himself, "What a strange person."

If given the chance, Anno would really like to see for himself what Zeka meant by being able to spot the fate of a Blessed One at a glance.

However, when he returned, he took the same path as Zeka and the others, but did not notice them.

Moreover, Anno is now leading a group to the dwarven stronghold of Semstron in the Forgotten Mountains.

"The other side might also make an appearance in this war, and we'll meet him then."

Zeka, prepare the army immediately.

As previously agreed, we will travel to Mstrong via the teleportation array this evening.

However, during wartime, preparations must be made in advance for everything.

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away!"

Zeka led his men to arrange the affairs.

A few hours later, the dwarves suddenly issued an urgent order: the war in Mstrong had begun, and allied forces were needed to rush there immediately.

Fortunately, not only were Anno's elven forces prepared in advance, but the forces of other allies were also ready to go.

After years of interdimensional warfare, all the generals knew the consequences of not being prepared when war came.

As for top experts like Anno, they were among the first to rush to provide support the moment the teleportation array to Mstrong opened.

It is now dusk, and colorful clouds hang in the sky.

Using the last rays of the setting sun, Anno stood on the majestic fortress wall and could see countless dark shadows appearing on the plains ahead.

They walk with a swaying, stiff gait.

The maggots kept crawling on the rotting face.

A vast expanse of white skeletons gradually surpassed the dark figures from behind and moved to the front of the attacking force.

These undead zombies and skeletons, awakened from the battlefield by the necromancer, are already approaching Mstrong.

A somber horn sounded from the key fortress of the Forgotten Mountains.

Large numbers of dwarven warriors surged onto the city walls, and the catapults fixed to the walls and behind them were loaded with stones.

"To deal with these undead, use fire; pour oil on all the stones."

......

As the tide of the dead approached Muster's attack range under the cover of night, streaks of burning boulders traced parabolic arcs across the sky.

Swish swish~!

The poorly defended undead skeletons and the stiff-moving undead zombies were smashed into pieces by the falling rocks.

Boom!

Then the boulder exploded.

Each explosion of a boulder would blast dozens or even hundreds of undead into pieces.

This is a special stone developed by the dwarves, with special magical patterns etched on it and magic stones that provide energy.

It will explode upon being subjected to a violent impact, producing power comparable to mid-level magic.

Besides catapults, the dwarves' walls also contained a large number of long-range anti-enemy war machines.

In an instant, the darkness in front of the Mstrong city walls was illuminated by various colorful magical light sources.

However, the number of undead hordes was too great.

Despite the dwarven soldiers' constant reloading, the undead army continued to advance towards the city walls.

Moreover, some high-ranking undead have already begun to stand within the attack range and launch attacks on the city walls.

The protective array shields that guarded the city walls were constantly being bombarded by various necromancy spells.

"As expected of the dwarves, who are renowned for their forging skills, with so many defensive structures, even if the enemy were to charge up, they would be torn to pieces."

Daniel looked excited and envious.

He knew that this was the only reason the dwarves could afford to bring out so much of their wealth.

Even with the support of the dwarves, other races did not possess such war machines.

However, before Daniel could rejoice, the undead skeletons that had rushed to within 800 meters of the city wall suddenly let out a collective howl.

Everyone, including Anno, instinctively frowned.

This is definitely not a good thing.

As expected, a large number of skeletons that had dodged the overhead attack gathered together and merged.

A group of undead skeletons, each fifty meters tall, soon appeared outside the dwarves' city walls.

"What is that?"

Many dwarf generals were shocked.

Such a scenario had never occurred in previous wars.

Clearly, the necromancers have come up with new methods.

However, as Anno looked at the giant skeleton holding a huge bone shield and staring at the attack as it approached the city wall's protective barrier step by step, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

"Have I seen something like this before?"