Chapter 745 Thrall’s debut (a 10,000-word chapter, please subscribe)
“Because Thrall was adopted by humans when he was a baby.
He has experienced true love and affection, He has more humanity than many humans.
At the same time, he was carefully trained by an ambitious noble as a commander or even a king while growing up, and he systematically studied combat, tactics, military strategy, politics, and history.
Following him, he escaped from the place where he was imprisoned and learned a shamanic way that combined elements and nature with his lost tribe.
In the end, he took over the supreme leadership from another legendary orc leader and officially began to lead his people to find the road to self-salvation.
He led the orcs to attack the shelters established by humans, and rescued the fellow prisoners of war who were living in a state of confusion all day long and only knew how to eat and sleep. He gave them new goals and meaning of life, as well as the courage to fight against any enemy. .
With only a small number of troops, the orc army under Thrall turned upside down in the hinterland of the human kingdom, fully demonstrating his talents in strategy and tactics.
If there was no interference from outside forces, he would become a well-deserved protagonist in that world, a person favored by fate in the true sense.
But unfortunately, Thrall met me in the end, and his life and the fate of the orcs were messed up.
Now, he will be my secret weapon against the orc gods. ”
Zuo Si simply introduced Thrall’s life to the elf god beside him.
Although he didn’t like the orcs at all, he had to admire that this race really produced a lot of talents.
First there was a leader like Orgrimmar Doomhammer, and then there was a genius like Thrall who only appeared once in hundreds of years
Besides that. In addition, there are fearless and powerful warriors like Grom Hellscream and the Saurfang brothers, as well as wise men like Eitrigg and Drek'Thar who can see through the situation and make rational judgments
That’s not even counting the beast-king Rexxar, a hybrid of orcs and ogres.
Not to mention Ner'zhul who became the Lich King and Gul'dan, the strongest warlock.
All in all, based on the population base of the orcs, this talent productivity rate is a bit outrageous.
Even the little Hellscream, which is called the "brainless roar", actually did a pretty good job in the early stage in a strict sense, forcibly lifting the tribe from a weak position to being on equal footing with the alliance and even once occupying the position. The degree of advantage.
It’s just that because his personality is too extreme, he forgets that politics is an art of compromise, which ultimately leads to the intensification of conflicts within the tribe and more and more opponents.
In fact, except that he is not suitable to be the leader, he can make outstanding achievements in any position.
So Zuo Si has always felt that the orcs in Azeroth are a complete bug. Not only are they strong, bloodthirsty and warlike, but they also reproduce at several times the rate of humans. There is no shortage of such talents.
"So this orc's soul is fundamentally different from his compatriots?"
Corellon obviously heard something from these experiences, and an expression of interest appeared on his face. .
Zuo Si smiled and replied: "It's not different, but more like a kind of hybrid in spirit and thinking.
Once Thrall becomes the leader of an orc tribe, he will quickly use his personal charm, political skills and knowledge to lead the entire tribe on a path that is completely opposite to the life advocated by the orc gods.
They will become orderly, begin to learn to settle, herd, raise and cultivate, and will begin to build their own cities and even countries.
As more and more orcs abandon their past traditions, the influence of the orc gods will gradually fade, and may even go against the interests of the orcs themselves.
This irreconcilable contradiction will cause it to start looking for new beliefs.
Gradually, the two most important clergy of Gruumsh's orcs and the territory will be torn apart, just like the current state of the goblin Lord Magnubiya.
As I said, the best way to tame savagery is to make them orderly and civilized.
Although this may cause the orcs to become more threatening than before, and even become a strong competitor for the hegemony of Faerûn, it can create a hugely threatening enemy for the orc gods.
And this threat is not limited to the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located, but will continue to spread outward until it causes eternal divisions among the orcs in different planes of the entire universe.
After all, compared to good and evil, order and chaos are the most intense conflicts.
Just like the never-ending bloody battle between the devil and the devil.
All I want to do is stir up strife, hatred and killing among the orcs. "
"This is indeed the lord of the ninth level of Baator Hell, the devil prince who was valued by Asmodeus and granted the status of one person below ten thousand people. When Gruumsh provoked you, it was probably the biggest mistake he made since he became a god. Corellon couldn't help but sigh.
Because this is so vicious, and at the same time it really hits the biggest weakness of the orc pantheon, which is the lack of a god who is inclined to order.
Among the six most active gods, three are chaotic evil, and the other three are neutral evil.
So when an orderly orc civilization begins to rise, the entire society will inevitably abandon its original beliefs. >
If a new order of orc gods is created as a result, it means that the new gods will inevitably become a thorn in Gruumsh's side.
At that time, Zuo Si will not even need to deal with the orc gods himself. He only needs to protect the new god and continue to provide support so that the orcs can start killing each other.
In the end, no matter who loses or wins, the orc race will inevitably be severely damaged and even never recover.
The most important thing is that this is a naked conspiracy.
Even if Gruumsh knew it, there would be no good solution.
After all, he had tried to descend into an incarnation before, only to be killed mercilessly.
This incident is still providing a steady stream of fun and artistic creation inspiration to the elves on Evermeet Island.
“Thank you for the compliment.
This plan can be implemented thanks to the help of you and the elves and gods.
But compared to the stupid orc gods and In the earth spirit system, the spider goddess Rose is the one who needs the most attention
Her hatred for you and the surface elves has reached the sky, and her heart has been twisted to an extent that cannot be described in words.
The resentment and malice radiating from the depths of the soul cannot be slowly forgotten by the baptism of time. ”
Zuo Si gave a straightforward warning to the Elf God in front of him.
Although he didn’t know exactly when Rose would suddenly launch the “War of the Spider Queen” to unify the dark elves’ beliefs. .
But what is certain is that this plan started brewing a long time ago.
"Oh? Is Aerosyne (Rose's name before her fall) planning another conspiracy?"
Corellon asked in an uncertain tone.
From his slightly complicated attitude, it is not difficult to feel that he is not actually as full of hatred for his former wife as the outside world speculated, but rather as if he has lingering feelings for her.
After all, Rose has done so many things since she became the Spider Goddess, and even united many allies to enter Arvandor more than once.
But even so, Corellon only repeled it, never intending to retaliate or kill them all.
The only countermeasure is to support her daughter Eilistraee to fight for the faith of the dark elves.
Zuo Si has always been very curious about Corellon's feelings for Rose.
If you want to say that the two of them have completely broken up, it's a bit different. At least the Elf God System has never really been cruel to Rose.
You have to say that there was no quarrel, it was Corellon who personally transformed Rose into a spider demon and banished her to the bottomless abyss.
Perhaps as the creator of the entire elven race and even the pantheon, Corellon has a special affection for all elves, just like an old father looking at his descendants.
Even though some children were very rebellious and even blatantly wanted to take their place, he still couldn't bear to really get rid of them.
After thinking about this, Zuo Si responded calmly: "As far as I know, your ex-wife is planning to unify the beliefs of the entire dark elf race.
She wants to She wants to kill all the competitors and make herself the only one.
It is precisely because of this that she is particularly angry and annoyed with me for supporting the underground city that Eilistraee established.
If. If she can't eliminate this huge hidden danger, she won't be able to start her plan.
After all, as long as there are enough believers, even dead gods may be resurrected at any time. "
"Do you even want to kill your own son and daughter? Aerosyne is really becoming more and more cruel, cruel and ruthless. Thank you for letting me know this information. I will pay special attention to her recent actions. ”
Having said that, Corellon activated the divine teleportation and disappeared directly.
As the source of the magical power of the elven race, he may be the only one in the entire Faerûn continent who can not pass through the magic network or Gods who use the Shadow Magic Network to cast spells
Once the other gods are prohibited from touching the network, they will basically lose their ability to cast spells and can only rely on divine power to fight.
After observing for a while the massacre of the barbarian tribes by the orcs below, Zuo Si also left.
As the Uthgard barbarian tribes living in and around Neverwinter Forest were slaughtered one after another, Deszell and his evil allies finally began to test the city of Neverwinter. Sexual aggression.
And their first target is naturally the Port of Leicester located outside Neverwinter City.
Unlike the dock area within Neverwinter, it does not entirely serve the city, but is primarily a trade hub connecting other nearby towns and villages.
Before the opening of the trade airship route of the West Coast Empire, the Port of Leicester was a very important shipping center, closely connecting the sea in the northern part of the Sword Coast with the Neverwinter River.
Countless farmers rely on this route to sell their agricultural products to the city in exchange for money to buy tools, seeds, spices, cloth and other daily necessities.
Although the port of Leicester's status in transportation has declined with the operation of airship routes.
The subsequent rise of manufacturing and handicraft industries attracted a large number of young and middle-aged labor force, and gradually developed into a large town with a population of more than 5,000.
In particular, the industry focusing on wood treatment and deep processing is booming, almost monopolizing the Northland including mid-to-high-end furniture, floors, carts, wooden handles of long-handled weapons, arrow shafts, and muskets. of wooden gun butts and other markets.
There is no way, who can let God give us food?
Since the Neverwinter River runs through the entire Neverwinter Forest, loggers only need to cut down economically valuable trees along both sides of the river, and then bundle them together and send them down the river to Leicester Port easily.
This means that the transportation cost of logs is basically negligible, which can greatly save costs.
Once Leicester Port is captured, you will immediately be able to obtain an astonishing amount of wood, as well as skilled craftsmen who can build siege machinery, and ships docked nearby. It is a complete kill three birds with one stone.
In addition, it is very close to Neverwinter City, so it can be used as an advance base to transport the army out of the Neverwinter Forest with the help of river transportation.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Woo - Woo - Woo -
When the thunderous war drums and loud horns echoed in the valley, this army was composed of orcs, half-orcs, ogres, half-giants, trolls and jackals. Armies of men began to appear on the horizon.
Although it looked chaotic and without any formation, the residents of Leicester Port were still frightened.
The guards on the guard tower immediately sounded the alarm.
There were less than two hundred soldiers who were usually responsible for maintaining law and order. They urgently gathered and stood on the simple city wall of less than two meters as if facing a powerful enemy.
No!
To be more precise, it should be called a fence.
Because these so-called "city walls" are actually mainly used to protect against wild beasts, not to deal with wars.
You only need to shoot a round of rockets, or hit it twice with a piece of wood, and it will fall apart immediately.
In fact, Leicester Port didn’t even have a fence originally. However, the population explosion led to a sharp deterioration in security conditions, so this simple fence was added as a last resort.
Looking at the monsters rushing towards them, the forty-year-old officer at the head immediately broke out in sweat and asked with a slightly trembling voice: "Where are our spies? Where are the patrols? Where are the scouts? Why are there monsters of this size?" There is not even a messenger in Mobile?"
"Sir, I think they are dead. There has been no news about the adventurers and ranger spies we hired since three days ago. The patrol that went out was nowhere to be found.”
A soldier suppressed his fear and told the truth.
"What? Then why didn't you report it earlier?"
The officer roared angrily.
As long as he can get the news a few hours in advance, he can immediately request reinforcements from Neverwinter City.
Another soldier carefully reminded: "Sir, we mentioned this matter to you the morning before yesterday, but you were flirting with Miss Moore at the time and drove us away without even listening. Out."
In an instant!
The officer was embarrassed on the spot, his face even more red and purple, and he didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed.
Like most guards stationed in relatively prosperous towns responsible for maintaining law and order, the guards in Leicester Port have actually been severely corrupted.
Although it is far from the Askatra city defense army that accepted bribes semi-openly during the reign of the Six-person Council of Amn, it has long been a tacit secret to accept gifts from businessmen in private and do some small favors.
For example, Miss Moore mentioned by the soldier is the operator of a high-end furniture manufacturing workshop.
She used her beauty to seduce the officer and let him secretly help her obtain priority for river shipping. She could always ship the goods and transport them away as soon as possible. She did not need to return the goods like other workshop owners. You have to spend money to rent or buy a warehouse for storage.
In normal times, even if something like this is discovered, it can only be regarded as an abuse of power at best, and will not be punished too severely at all.
But if it were placed in wartime, the nature would be completely different.
According to the laws of Neverwinter, there is only one result for such a degree of dereliction of duty, and that is to be hanged in public.
But at this moment, the officer couldn't care less about making excuses for himself to shirk responsibility.
Because as the monster army got closer and closer, he could only take a deep breath, drew his sword and stood at the front of the queue. He mustered up the courage to say to his soldiers: "Maybe we have all been there before. Let go of unforgivable mistakes and fall because of various temptations;
Maybe we violated the vows we made and tarnished our glory and faith;
Maybe we are destined to die today Here, we are overwhelmed by the tide of monsters in front of us
But I hope that I can at least die bravely and buy some time for the civilians in Leicester Port behind me to escape, so that they can board the ship and go down the river to Neverwinter.
This is our responsibility and our obligation.
Would any of you be willing to follow me to complete redemption at the last moment of your life?
Are you willing to bravely kill the enemy and shed the last drop of your blood under the witness of the great God of Justice?
Answer me! ”
moment!
The temperament of the more than two hundred soldiers who were trembling one second had a 180-degree change in the next second, and most of them had determination in their eyes.
Obviously, this is the biggest difference between a world with true God and a world without true God.
In a world where there is no true god, people often have a great fear of death. No one knows what it will be like after death, whether there is still a soul, and where the soul will go. place.
Too much uncertainty makes people’s desire for life often exceed everything else.
Unless there are extremely special circumstances, such as having extremely firm beliefs or achieving a lofty goal, one can rely on a strong will to overcome fear and die calmly.
But in a world with true gods, mortals have a clear expectation of death and know where their souls will go after death.
So when encountering a situation like this, usually as long as a hero steps forward to arouse the faith of the people around him in a common god, there will be a response immediately.
Even if you know that the final result of doing so will be death, you will never look back.
This is also the reason why there are always similar evocative and tragic stories emerging in the history of Faerûn.
Various gods infinitely magnify the good and evil, order and chaos in the hearts of mortals.
"Sir, we are willing to follow you until the end of our lives."
After a moment of silence, a soldier took the lead in expressing his attitude.
With him taking the lead, everyone else silently took a step forward.
It turns out that sometimes heroes and cowards usually only depend on a split-second decision.
The defenders of Leicester Port in front of them chose to be heroes instead of cowards who selfishly abandoned their responsibilities and ran away.
Even if they have accepted bribes, even if they often visit those special service places on weekdays, even if they never give money when drinking on credit in the pub, it is no longer important at this moment. "Very good! In that case, let's give these damn monsters a little color."
The officer grinned and showed his white teeth, and then led the people He opened the door and rushed out.
He knew very well that there was no point in defending Leicester Port with that ridiculous fence. Only by rushing out and causing chaos for the enemy could he buy more time for the evacuation of civilians.
"Hahahaha! Look! Those stupid humans actually charged at us! Kill them all!"
The orc chief Obould All Arrows raised the flaming magic sword in his hand and laughed wildly. .
Thall who was following him carried the Doomhammer and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "But at least they are quite courageous, aren't they?"
"Boy! You What are you talking about?"
Another strong orc warrior asked casually.
Thrall shook his head while running and responded: "No, it's nothing. I'm just thinking about how to kill more enemies to win respect."
"Winning respect? Just for a rookie like you. ? Stop joking!"
The orc warrior glanced at this insignificant-looking boy with disdain.
The reason is simple!
The orc body that Thrall occupies is not more than sixteen years old, so it looks a bit thin and far from as strong as other orcs in their prime.
But Thrall didn't make any response, he just kept running forward after the chief.
No one knows better than him that in a primitive tribal society where strength is paramount, thousands of words are not as useful as one actual action.
Although he admired the bravery and heroism of these human soldiers, it did not mean that he would show mercy.
On the contrary!
He needs to use the death of the other person to prove himself, and then win the respect of other orcs, and then climb up to gain a higher status and more power.
Because they were running in both directions, both sides quickly entered the range of weapons such as bows and crossbows.
However, the monster army obviously did not intend to use crossbows, but directly let the defenders of Leicester Port rush forward.
In their opinion, there is no need to use crossbows to deal with this enemy. They can just let the orcs and ogres in the van crush them.
But this decision to underestimate the enemy immediately caused the monster army to pay a heavy price.
I saw that the officer rushed forward and did not immediately engage in battle. Instead, he ordered his men to make an emergency stop, and then they all took out the revolvers produced by the West Coast Empire. Without saying a word, they had an intensive meal. Firepower output.
After a crackling sound, more than 400 orc warriors who rushed at the front fell immediately.
Such a sudden and rapid death and injury caused huge chaos in the front line. The monsters who had never seen firearms began to become frightened and hesitated to move forward.
Seeing this, the human officers immediately seized the opportunity to rush into the chaotic formation of the orc forwards and kill them, completely disrupting the opponent's command system.
You must know that wars often compete not just in numbers, but in the organization, discipline, morale, weapons and equipment of both armies, and many other factors.
In this regard, the defenders of Leicester Port are obviously the party with the advantage.
Not only do they have half-body armor and helmets that can effectively resist slashing and puncture, but their weapons are basically alloy steel products that can be regarded as +1 enchantment level.
As long as you are not knocked to the ground or exhausted, you can basically rely on a tight formation to withstand enemies several times your size.
In addition, these soldiers were determined to die and showed no fear from beginning to end.
This undoubtedly caused a huge psychological blow to the orcs who originally thought they could easily kill their opponents.
A rapid-fire round of revolver fire before the battle successfully created chaos.
"Damn it! Don't run! Come back to me! Otherwise I will chop off your heads!"
Obold Arrows wielded the flaming giant sword and hacked to death an orc deserter, and then acted like crazy growled loudly.
In order to win the priority to plunder the town after the war, the tribe he led rushed to the front, so it suffered particularly heavy losses.
When some orc warriors witnessed their companions’ heads suddenly blooming and blood holes appearing on their bodies, their morale inevitably collapsed on the spot and they turned around and ran back. Even if they executed several deserters, they could not stop them.
Without his army, the orc chief will lose his voice in the coalition.
Just when Obould Arrows felt angry and helpless at the rout of his men, he suddenly saw the young orc warrior he had just accepted not long ago striding towards the phalanx formed by the human defenders. The movement of violent aesthetics jumped up, holding high the warhammer full of scars with both hands.
Before he had time to react to what was happening, a dazzling lightning flashed down from the sky, hitting the hammer just in time.
In an instant!
The originally black war hammer burst into a creepy white light, and the huge power of thunder and lightning formed a ring around Thrall's body.
Boom! ! ! ! ! ! !
The moment the hammer fell, the whole earth trembled violently!
A streak of lightning was like a silver snake raging within a radius of tens of meters and making deafening thunder!
After the electric light disappeared, a large crater like a meteorite impact appeared within a radius of thirty meters with Sal as the center.
As for the human soldiers within this range, all of them were dead without exception, and even the corpses were charred to an indiscernible black carbide.
As for the armor, it all melted into hot liquid metal.
"You...who are you?!"
Obould Arrows, no matter how stupid he is at this moment, realizes that the origin of this young orc warrior must be extraordinary, whether it is him or the handle in his hand This is true for Warhammer.
"My name is Thrall, an orc warrior who has just joined your tribe. And I said that I will prove myself in the next battle."
Thall slowly emerged from the pit Standing up, he unreservedly released the power of thunder and storm given by the Doomhammer.
He can feel that the elemental power of this world is far more abundant and powerful than that of Azeroth, as if it is connected to an infinite and inexhaustible source.
Just when Obould Arrows was about to say something, he suddenly saw a human officer not far away rushing over and immediately shouted: "Watch your back!"
The next second , Thrall picked up the Doomhammer and smashed it over without looking back.
Cang!
When the front end of the long sword hit the surface of the war hammer, the entire sword body suddenly bent to a ninety-degree angle, and the sharp tip of the sword broke on the spot, emitting dazzling golden sparks.
Then, under the action of huge inertia, it directly hit the armor on the chest, directly creating a large, deep crater.
"Ah!!!!!!"
With a painful scream, the human officer flew straight back, then fell heavily on his back to the ground, and a large amount of water spurted out from his mouth and nose. of blood.
"Sorry, although your bravery is admirable, a clumsy sneak attack like this is of no use to me. Let me send you on your way now."
Said, Thrall raised the Doomhammer again and smashed it down.
The human officer turned into a headless corpse before he could even make a sound.
Because his head had been completely smashed by the heavy war hammer.
In the next few minutes, Thrall slaughtered the remaining Leicester Port defenders mercilessly, and did not stop until the last human soldier was killed.
Through this devastating battle, he not only demonstrated his power, but also won the admiration and admiration of countless orcs.
After all, worshiping the strong is a common trait among mortals, and this is especially true for a power-oriented race like the orcs.
"Well done! From now on, you will be the second most powerful person in the tribe after me. I will give you the title of Champion Warrior."
Obould Arrows raised his arm and patted Thrall on the shoulder, his eyes flashing with a very complicated light, which was both fear and apprehension, but also unconcealable ecstasy.
Because he is cunning by nature and knows very well that the emergence of such a powerful warrior in his tribe means both opportunities and challenges.
The opportunity is that if Thrall can be conquered and become a loyal and effective subordinate, he can naturally annex other small tribes to strengthen himself, and even one day be crowned king and establish an orc kingdom.
But the challenge is that if Thrall cannot be conquered, as his reputation continues to increase, sooner or later the other party will challenge the position of chief.
It has been a long-standing tradition of the orcs to let the strongest warrior lead the tribe.
No orc chieftain can escape but must fight.
After all, the teachings of the orc god Gruumsh are to praise the weak and the strong, and encourage the strong to take away everything the weak have.
So the internal changes of power in the orc tribe have always been full of blood and violence.
Every time a new chief comes to power, it means the death of all the old chiefs and their male descendants. Only women who pose no threat can survive.
Obould Arrows is not confident that he can win the final victory in a one-on-one duel.
"Thank you for your trust and promotion. I swear I will not disappoint you."
Saar lowered his head slightly and expressed his surrender to the chief to whom he was loyal.
Although his goal is to replace the other party, considering that he has just arrived and has not yet established a stable footing, now is not the best time to seize power.
“Hahahaha!
I knew from the moment I saw you that you were destined to be extraordinary!
As long as we work together, we will be able to build a true kingdom in our lifetime.
When I get back, I will marry my most beloved daughter to you. ”
Seeing that Thrall did not challenge his authority, Obould Arrows thought that his wooing strategy was successful, and immediately burst into a hearty laugh while not forgetting to draw a cake.
But unfortunately, he didn't know at all that the young orc beside him had already held the position of the highest leader like the warchief. His knowledge and ruthlessness were definitely much better than any of the chiefs. < br>
So low-level wooing is completely useless
What Thrall really wants is not power, but the freedom of his soul, and the ability to reshape the orcs' beliefs, thoughts, and social structure according to his own will.
Just when the garrison of Leicester Port was completely wiped out, the people rushed to the dock to escape by boat, and the monster army poured into the streets of the town in great strength and was ready to start burning, killing and looting, in the distance Two black spots suddenly appeared in the space and grew larger and larger at an extremely fast speed.
Before the people below could see clearly what these two black dots were, a bunch of smaller black dots flew out from above.
In less than two or three minutes, these little black spots turned into giant dragons and rushed towards the ground from an altitude of more than a thousand meters.
On the back of the dragon sits a knight holding a special magic weapon.
You don't need to ask to know that there is only one force with such a large dragon knight in the entire Faerun continent, and that is the West Coast Empire ruled by Zuo Si.
Obviously, the imperial army stationed in Neverwinter discovered the situation in Leicester Port, so they directly sent two aerial gunboats to come for emergency rescue.
When giant dragons rushed into the battlefield and breathed out dragon breaths with different attributes such as flames, lightning, strong acid, frost, and poisonous clouds from their mouths, the situation of the battle suddenly reversed.
After all, this is not one or two dragons, but forty dragons on one gunboat and eighty on two.
And as they grow older, they are no longer immature baby dragons or young dragons, but are truly adult dragons, at least in terms of size and breath power.
Therefore, every time a dragon passes over the monster army, it will instantly cause huge damage to the enemy. It is simply equivalent to a magic version of a heavy bomber licking the ground.
After just one round of attacks, the enemies who had been so high in morale just now and wanted to sack Leicester Port collapsed and began to flee.
What a joke!
There are dozens of giant dragons raging overhead, and anyone who is not a fool knows what choice to make.
What's more, the knight on the dragon's back is not a vegetarian. He can wave a weapon like a luminous spear in his hand to shoot a series of surprisingly powerful lightning bolts towards the ground.
Several sharpshooters tried to use enchanted arrows to shoot at the dragon, but the dragon knight discovered that several lightning bolts fell down and their whole bodies were roasted.
The most terrible thing was that when the monster army began to retreat out of Leicester Port, the cannons of the gunboats overhead also began to roar deafeningly, and the shells fell like raindrops and exploded one after another in the crowd.
The terrifying shock waves and air waves directly knocked the surrounding evil creatures including orcs, ogres, and jackals to the ground, and were immediately engulfed by the flames rising into the sky.
"Damn it! How could this happen! Where did these dragons come from?"
A jackal leader shouted in panic while avoiding the bombing of the gunboat.
"Don't ask me! How do I know! It must be those insidious dark elves and Deszel who are hiding something."
The orc leader passing by on a warg couldn't help but let out a series of disgusting words. Hearing curses.
Due to living in places such as wilderness, mountainous areas and dense forests for many years, most monsters have been isolated from the world for a long time. In particular, their perception of changes in the outside world is often severely delayed.
To this day, there are still many monster tribes in the deep mountains and old forests who do not know the establishment of the West Coast Empire, let alone the two great weapons of the empire, the air gunship and the dragon knight.
Just as the dragon knight was relentlessly pursuing and killing the monster army on the ground, an orc figure holding a warhammer suddenly stood up.
He was none other than Sal, who had just made a name for himself.
I saw Thrall raising the Doomhammer in his hand and beginning to summon the power of the wind element, forming a large black cloud in the sky above his head.
Following the strong winds around him, the air flow spiraled up at an extremely fast speed, eventually forming a huge tornado with him as the center.
Not only that!
As the speed of the tornado became faster and faster, the dark clouds overhead began to release thunderstorms that destroyed the sky and the earth amidst bursts of roaring sounds.
When thunderstorms and tornadoes merge together, a terrible storm is completely formed.
Although the gunboats are equipped with magic to resist the airflow, it is obviously not enough in the face of a storm of this magnitude.
So the captain ordered to stop the bombardment and start to turn around and climb up, hoping to escape the influence of the storm.
And because the weather was too bad, most of the dragons began to return to the flight deck of the gunship.
After all, the rescue mission has been completed, and it no longer matters whether the frightened monsters are killed or not.
But there are still a few blue dragons that are immune to lightning damage, still enjoying the excitement brought by this massacre.
One of the giant dragons with at least half blue dragon blood turned over in mid-air facing the hurricane, and then rushed straight towards Thrall who was guiding the elemental power.
He had obviously noticed long ago that it was the orc holding the warhammer that caused the storm, so he wanted to kill him and take away the warhammer that contained powerful magical power.
But the moment the dragon entered the attack range, Thrall suddenly raised his other hand and made a grabbing motion.
Boom! ! ! ! ! !
A huge arm made of rock rose directly from the ground, grabbed the dragon with lightning speed, and then threw it to the ground.
In the face of this terrifying force, even the giant dragon was helpless and made a big hole in the muddy grass with a bang.
Just when the dragon and the dragon knight were stunned and dizzy, Thrall was already carrying the hammer of destruction to kill him. A heavy hammer first dented the dragon knight's helmet directly, drawing blood and brains. It flowed out through the gaps in the armor and dyed the ground red.
Following that, he jumped up high again, injected the power of fire element into the war hammer in his hand, aimed at the dragon's head and smashed it down.
I saw a huge high-temperature fireball rising into the sky, completely covering the dragon's body.
one time!
Two times!
Three times!
Accompanied by the sounds of hammers hitting and skulls cracking, when the fire light dissipated, Thrall was already standing on the dragon's unrecognizable corpse, covered in bright red dragon blood.
The orcs, including Obould Arrows, immediately stopped running when they saw this shocking scene. They stood there and stared at the figure on the dragon's corpse. They soon let out a cry like a wild beast. Crazy roar.
In the end, these jagged roars converged into one word, a title that symbolized power and glory...
Dragon Slayer!