"What is that?"
"Moradin, it's a giant dragon! It's a golden dragon!"
"I have never seen such a huge and beautiful dragon. He looks like a statue made of gold!"
"Is this our reinforcement?"
The golden dragon appeared on the horizon, and the dwarves on the city wall all raised their heads with surprise on their faces. They even temporarily forgot about the orcs' offensive.
The orcs also noticed this uninvited guest, and they were shocked to find that the golden dragon was swooping towards them.
——The face with whiskers is particularly majestic, and the pupils are like a pool of molten gold boiling with anger.
The orc officers and shaman suddenly felt a terrible aura pressing on their shoulders, and they quickly shouted in horror.
"It's a golden dragon!"
"I'm afraid this guy is an ally of the dwarves! Quick, shoot down this damn golden-skinned lizard!"
After hearing the order, the orcs hurriedly raised the rough bows and arrows in their hands and shot arrows at the golden dragon high in the sky.
However, in front of this giant dragon wearing golden scales, the orcs looked so weak that most of them swayed and fell down.
Even if they hit the target, those arrows cannot leave even a trace on the hard scales.
The golden dragon looked down at the hordes of orcs below him, and the anger in his vertical pupils became even stronger.
He slowly opened his mouth, and fire surged in his throat and chest again, as if there was a blazing sun hidden in his body.
"Father God Gruumsh, then, that giant dragon is coming!"
"How to stop it?"
"Get down!"
"Be careful, that's dragon flame!"
Under the focus of the orcs' fearful eyes, the golden dragon spread out its stretching wings and swooped down.
The huge shadow cast by the dragon shrouded the city wall, including hundreds of dwarves and orcs, and with the waving of its wings, a roaring hurricane swept over.
"Boom——"
The sound of air bursting was heard, a strong heat wave hit his face, and blazing flames poured out from the golden dragon's mouth.
Almost instantly, the orcs crowded outside the city were surrounded by flames. Even the ladders erected on the city wall burned, and hundreds of orcs screamed and fell.
"No!"
"It's so hot! Damn it, my whole body is burning!"
"Father God Gruumsh! Where did this golden dragon come from!"
The orcs were struggling and wailing in the raging dragon flames. Their clothes and leather armor made of beast hair burned and were scorched black.
"No, no I have not yet set foot on Avendeldan, I have not yet enslaved the dwarves"
“Father God, I don’t want to die here!”
Under the burning fire, the remaining orcs were in a trance, and they knelt down toward the sky and begged for mercy.
However, the golden dragon did not stop.
"Ouch——"
A loud roar sounded, echoing in the mountains of the Blackstone Mountains, even covering up the painful wails of the orcs.
This giant dragon, which looks like a god of death to the orcs, glides along the walls of Avendeldan and continues to spit out scorching flames.
A sea of fire stretching for hundreds of meters appeared outside the city wall of Avendeldan. Ashes were flying everywhere, wildfires were everywhere, heat waves distorted the air, and gray flames filled the battlefield.
The golden dragon climbed and circled again and again, and finally made a dive of hundreds of meters, spitting out dragon flames until all the orcs outside the city were burned to ashes
In just ten minutes, tens of thousands of orcs were mercilessly devoured by dragon flames, and their charred corpses piled up into hills.
"Moradin on top"
"The orc siege troops were wiped out just like this"
"What a blessing. It seems that this strange golden dragon is an ally of our mountain kingdom."
On the city wall, the surviving dwarves looked at the orcs burned by the fire. They felt quite relieved, but also surprised by the dragon's devastating power.
They raised their heads again. The blood mist and black clouds created by the orc shaman had been burned away by the flames, and the sun emerged again.
Beams of sunlight cast down, and the scales of the huge golden dragon shone brightly, and its body surface seemed to be coated with a layer of sacred light.
Even the dwarf warriors, who had always been vulgar, were shocked by this scene and opened their mouths wide. They were speechless for a while and could only make a sound of "Ouch".
Bjorn, the oldest and most knowledgeable, raised his head, his throat trembling, his tone extremely excited, and even his gray beard was shaking slightly.
"Compatriots, it was this distinguished and righteous guest who saved Avendeldan and our mountain kingdom!
He raised his scepter high: "He is the dawn"
"Dragon of Dawn!"
"Praise this mighty golden dragon!"
The dwarf warriors followed Bjorn and raised their arms and shouted for the special reinforcements in the sky. The sound was loud.
The golden dragon in the sky waved its wavy wings and nodded slightly, seeming to be paying tribute to the dwarf allies on the city wall from afar.
On the battlefield under the city wall, facing the spreading dragon flames, the orc shamans became panicked and unable to concentrate.
And Ed, who was bound, finally found a chance. He broke free from the shaman's magical chains, and a light burst out from his eyes.
"Dirty descendants of Gruumsh!"
The dwarf king raised his war hammer high, his voice was sharp, like the roar of thunder, and countless broken rocks gathered and suspended in the sky.
"Behold, the flames of the golden dragon are burning, and your cruel army is reduced to ashes"
The orc shamans kept shaking their heads, looking horrified.
"No, it's impossible! Father God has blinded the eyes of the gods, and the reinforcements from Paradise Mountain will not notice this place at all!"
"Damn it, this golden dragon didn't appear in the one-eyed prophecy at all. It definitely doesn't belong to us..."
However, Ed looked around at the orc shamans with anger in his eyes.
The dwarf king suddenly swung down his war hammer and let out a righteous roar: "This is your fate!
In the face of the mighty force that represents justice and order, you dirty, cruel orcs are completely vulnerable! ”
"Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, those huge rocks fell to the ground like meteorites, raising dust all over the sky and causing the ground to roar.
The orc shamans who were running away had no power to fight back and were easily smashed into meat patties by the falling boulders.
Only one orc shaman turned his body into black smoke and escaped the impact of the rock, but Ed came to him with just a big jump.
The orc shaman laughed crazily, clutched the bone staff tightly, and muttered: "No, it's useless, even the giant dragon can't resist Gruumsh's blood spear!
King of the dwarves, remember that Avendeldan will eventually become the fortress of the orcs, and the dwarves will eventually become the slaves of the orcs! ”
Ed laughed angrily and waved his war hammer, his voice trembling with anger: "You are looking for death!" "Bang!"
Ed smashed the fragile head of the orc shaman with a hammer, causing fresh blood and sticky brain to splash all over.
The dwarf king spun among the orcs, setting off a powerful sandstorm, dancing the warhammer like a tiger, and causing the orcs to scream in agony.
"Little one, I'm going to trample you to death!"
The extremely strong half-beast giant, nearly five meters tall, rushed forward menacingly, carrying a bone club.
But Ed swung his warhammer and smashed his knees into pieces, causing the half-beast giant to kneel on the ground wailing.
Immediately afterwards, this seemingly insignificant dwarf suddenly jumped up, raised his war hammer, and smashed the huge head mercilessly.
"Bang!"
Ed stood up slowly. His body was soaked in the blood of the orcs, and the war hammer was stained with blood and still hung with pieces of meat.
There was not a single living orc within a hundred meters around him.
In just a moment, a dozen orc shamans and hundreds of elite orc warriors responsible for containing the dwarf king were wiped out.
——This is the strong strength of “Lord of the Mountain” Ed Klein.
Ed stood in a pool of blood, raised the war hammer in his hand, and screamed in the direction of the city wall of Avendeldan.
"My people! The orcs' conspiracy will never succeed, and Moradin's sacred light will shine on this land forever!
Follow me to counterattack!
Drive Gruumsh's filthy sons from this land! ”
After the shouting, Ed looked at the giant dragon in the sky, nodded gratefully to the mysterious visitor, and greeted him from a distance.
The dwarf king could not imagine how the dwarves would have been able to withstand the orcs' offensive without this golden dragon who came rashly and when he was plotted.
"Dumathon, the great shield dwarf god, bless you! It's His Majesty Eddard!"
"Moradin, I know your Majesty will not lose easily!"
"Counterattack!"
"Drive the orcs back to the north!"
Seeing the king forcefully fighting his way out of the orcs, the dwarves in Avendeldan were furious.
Under the leadership of Ed, the dwarves poured out of the city. They wielded warhammers and swords and pursued the remaining orc troops.
After experiencing the dragon's breath bombardment by the golden dragon, these orcs had long lost their fighting spirit. They could only be driven by the dwarves and fled towards the base camp in the north, exhausted.
The tens of thousands of orcs' vanguard troops were completely wiped out.
The dwarves cheered on the charred land covered with orc corpses, celebrating this hard-won victory.
"Long live Moradin!"
"The mountain kingdom will never fall!"
"Praise this strange, special guest! Our victory cannot be achieved without his help!"
They chanted the names of the dwarf gods, praised their king, and expressed their gratitude to the "Dragon of Dawn."
Path of Glory, Orc Tombstone.
Vultures circled in the sky, making hoarse cries.
This forward position that once resisted the invasion of the orcs has now become the headquarters of the Red Blood Tribe, with hundreds of thousands of orcs gathered here.
On the towering back of the land dragon in the wasteland, on the throne made of thick bones, Batu Skull-Shatter narrowed his eyes slightly and his face was twisted and ferocious.
"Coward."
In the distance, the defeated remnants of the orc vanguard were seen fleeing. Their faces were frightened and haggard, and their bodies were in tatters and had burnt marks.
"Who is it? Who allowed you to escape?"
Batu slowly stood up from the Bone Throne and looked down at these defeated soldiers, with unconcealable sullenness in his voice.
"Lord Batu.
It's a golden dragon! A strange golden dragon attacked us!
Our vanguard was about to capture Avendeldan, but a golden dragon suddenly broke in and breathed out dragon flames"
When the leading orc officer saw the chief in the distance, he quickly knelt down to beg for mercy and kowtowed loudly, causing blood to flow from his forehead.
"Golden Dragon?"
Batu narrowed his one eye slightly, frowned, and a strange light appeared in the empty eye socket.
According to the will of God the Father, the gods of Heaven Mountain have been temporarily deceived and will not be able to send reinforcements within a few days - this is not part of his plan.
But then, Batu's expression suddenly became extremely angry, and his cold voice was like thunder: "This is not the reason for you to run away!
The Great Father God Gruumsh said: Those who are too weak to fight for your tribe should be pierced with a spear. ”
Suddenly, the orc officer looked desperate, his legs became weak, and he wanted to struggle or even escape again.
But at this moment, he suddenly realized that there were orcs in the north and dwarves in the south, and he had nowhere to escape.
"No, no
Lord Batu, I fought for the orcs, I killed the goblins for you in the Ugo Grassland, in..."
But Batu had no patience to listen to their excuses anymore. The orc chief raised the giant ax in his hand and slashed it down diagonally.
"Shua——"
I saw streaks of blood streaking past, hundreds of fresh orc heads flying up in unison, and gushing blood rising into the sky.
The orcs who fled from the south were all killed here by their chiefs without any mercy.
Watching this bloody scene, tens of thousands of orcs remained silent, and the air became stagnant.
Batu jumped off the dragon beast's back, picked up the still warm head on the ground, raised it high, and showed it to all the orcs.
"See? This is the fate of deserters!
This group of cowards are not qualified to enter the Nishak Kingdom. Their souls will rot and stink, and they will be abandoned in a no-man's land forever!
Remember, orcs are always predators, and we must strike fear into our enemies' souls! ”
Batu casually discarded the head and crushed it, then raised his arms and shouted, his one eye filled with fanatical and violent light.
"The One Eye is always watching you. All your crimes are extremely eye-catching in his eyes, and the biggest sin among them is cowardice!"
For Father God Gruumsh! Conquer and kill our enemies! ”
"For Father God Gruumsh!"
"These cowards who escaped from battle deserved their punishment!"
Under Batu's instigation, hundreds of thousands of orcs raised their spears and swords and chanted fanatically, their words filled with contempt for these defeated troops.
They agreed very much with Batu's remarks.
Among the orc clans, the Church of Gruumsh is not only responsible for spreading the faith, but also for weeding out sick, weak, lame, or incompetent members of the tribe.
——Regardless of their age and status.
Survival of the fittest, the strong survive, and the weak will be ruthlessly eliminated and become food for wild beasts. This is a common concept among orcs.
Batu jumped to the top of the cliff, overlooking the fanatical orcs, and then looked to the south, his one eye filled with ambition. (End of chapter)