In the Dwarven Lord's eyes, the man was surrounded by a solid earthen aura. The sheer amount of pressure that the man was exuding could be said to be greater than suffocating, an unexplainable feeling creeped on him and gripped on his heart.
The man expected it and looked at the Dwarven Lord with indifference, "March to battle." The man commanded with a deep voice. His eyes gazed at him with sheer coldness.
Even by just remembering it, Guqnir would still feel a cold sweat run down his back. He raised his war hammer and waved it down, "Dwarves of Arthron, Fight!" With his order, the dwarves raised their weapons and started their charge against the Ichtir.
"Garendor! They arrived!" Inside the battlefield, Princess Yuna saw their fluttering banners and exclaimed with joy. General Tuwa was also shocked. When she heard the absoluteness in the Dwarven Lord's voice before, she had already given up the idea of them marching to their aid. Seeing their presence, she was relieved.
