One week later.
The army finally arrived at the gates of Ironforge!
This was a true mighty city.
The walls rose fifty meters high, forged from a mix of obsidian and silver-grade alloy, inscribed with countless defensive runes.
On the walls, rows upon rows of War Machines were stationed. At least a thousand of them.
At the city gates, two hundred-meter-tall dwarf stone statues stood on either side, exuding a terrifying aura.
These were the dwarves' guardian statues, said to be capable of reviving during battle, though with limited uses.
Inside the city, a massive forge towered into the sky. Its flames dyed half the horizon red.
Ironforge was the main city of all dwarves in the region.
Its population numbered eight million, with 1.8 million soldiers.
Even a legendary level-280 dwarf supreme commander was stationed there.
Daniel stood on a high mountain outside the city, gazing at the towering fortress.
Behind him, six million troops were arrayed and ready.
