"Dirty, reckless orcs!
Who gave you the courage and confidence to challenge a golden dragon! ”
Under the focus of countless eyes, Titus unfolded his undulating wings that extended to the tip of his tail, and an unimaginable magical power was suddenly released from his huge dragon body.
In an instant, a hurricane surged, and the majestic current of magic spread rapidly.
I saw the golden dragon raising its giant claws, the sky was torn apart by the raging tongues of fire, and several meteors emerged. They all cut through the sky and fell rapidly in the direction of the blood spear.
Elf mage Seymour raised his head, his silver-white eyes reflecting the firelight, and murmured to himself: "Mystra, a spell of this level, such a casting speed...
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Legendary spellcaster, this golden dragon is a legendary spellcaster! ”
After all, it is the Fianso Continent. Unlike the Northland, no one here will deliberately block the knowledge related to magic. Even high-level spells are not uncommon in this land.
Many elves and dwarf spellcasters present even recognized the spells cast by the golden dragon at a glance.
That is the famous nine-ring spell [Meteor Storm]
The several bright fireballs pierced the air and made a harsh roar. Their speed became more and more terrifying, and finally they collided directly with the blood spear.
"Boom!"
There was a huge explosion in the sky, with flickering fire and billowing smoke everywhere. The shock wave spread to a thousand meters away, making everyone present feel the hot wind blowing against their faces.
But at this moment——
"Whoosh!"
The howl of the breaking wind sounded again, and the sharp blood spear broke through the smoke in an instant and rushed in with unstoppable momentum. Like a skilled assassin, it caught people off guard.
But Cassius was already prepared to withstand the follow-up attacks. He knew that this nine-ring spell alone could not stop the blood spear blessed by Gruumsh, and could only reduce it slightly.
The golden dragon opened its huge mouth and roared like thunder again.
Sparks were seen flying everywhere, space was distorted by the extreme heat, and scorching hurricanes were blowing.
Several more vortexes composed of turbulent flames appeared in front of the golden dragon, blocking the path of the blood spear. They connected with each other and gradually formed a huge flame curtain.
That is the seventh-level spell [Fire Storm]
There were another series of explosions, sparks shot out, billowing smoke filled the sky, and the bloody spear finally pierced out from the raging flames.
At this moment, its momentum is far less unstoppable than before, and it has become quite lethargic.
But even so, the blood light representing Gruumsh's divine power still lingers at its sharp tip, piercing everything in front of him.
The golden dragon stared at the oncoming blood spear, grinned, raised its giant claw, and an inconspicuous green light shot out from the tip of its claw.
Eighth Ring Spell [Magic Wilting]
The green light touched the spear and instantly disintegrated the bloody light on its surface. Immediately afterwards, cracks appeared in the spear body made of ebony.
"Click."
Along with the crisp sound, the already overwhelmed blood spear suddenly dimmed, and finally suddenly shattered.
Seymour looked up at the fragments all over the sky, opened his mouth wide, and said in disbelief: "The Great Disintegration Technique? No, this seems to be some kind of older and more advanced form of magic, is it dragon language magic?
To be able to cast the Great Disintegration spell instantaneously at such a speed and achieve such effects is worthy of being a legendary caster! ”
"Dragon of Dawn!"
"These orcs cannot defeat Lord Titus!"
Seymour on the city wall was amazed, and the dwarves and elves cheered enthusiastically. On the other side of the battlefield, the orcs looked fearful, and Batu's face was ashen.
He gritted his teeth and his expression became even more ugly: "This golden dragon actually has such a spell-casting ability? This is definitely not an accident!
It's Bahamut, he is definitely sent by the Platinum Dragon King! I’m afraid the gods of Heaven Mountain already know our plan!
If reinforcements from the metal dragon arrive, even my orc army will not be able to capture Avendeldan. ”
Batu's expression suddenly changed, and his face became extremely solemn: "We can't wait any longer!"
The old shaman came to his side, coughed softly, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Lord Batu, I can hold that golden dragon."
Batu raised his eyebrows, not hiding the disdain in his eyes: "You?"
He respected this old shaman who was said to have lived for more than 200 years, and that was because he understood the history and etiquette of the orcs, and knew how to communicate with God the Father.
Without his identity as a shaman, this old orc with limited mobility would have been expelled from the tribe and become food for the vultures on the prairie.
This is the survival law of the orcs. The strong gain everything, and the weak lose everything, including life. The crippled, old, and even the cowardly are often expelled without mercy - even their father, Gruumsh, supports this.
The old and frail orc shaman in front of him was obviously unable to defeat the powerful golden dragon.
Is he old and confused?
The old shaman didn't pay attention to Batu's disdainful gaze, and just smiled nonchalantly: "Master Batu, you know, I have lived for two hundred years.
During these two hundred years, I witnessed with my own eyes many tribes on the Ugo Grassland attacking each other and killing each other for those ridiculous resources. Hunting grounds, streams and even an insignificant sheep in this barren land are enough reasons for the two clans to kill each other.
Haha, my son died at the hands of a certain clan just because he poached a rabbit. A few years later, I personally killed the chief of that clan and all the other clan members, but I didn't hate him, nor did I feel like my revenge was avenged.
This is just a normal thing in our orc society, just like an eagle hunting a rabbit or a wolf chasing a goat.
I looked at the blood on my hands and looked up at the stars, and I couldn't help but ask this question - why?
Why do such a large number of orcs only deserve to have such barren land? Hundreds of thousands of orcs have to fight each other in order to compete for those pitiful resources. ”
He turned his head, looked at the majestic Avendeldan in the distance, and stretched out his trembling fingers: "But the dwarves, humans, and elves in the south can enjoy such fertile land with peace of mind. Why?"
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Finally, the old shaman turned his head and stared at Batu Shattered Skull. His turbid eyes, which were always as plain as dead water, rarely showed the greed and rage common to orcs.
For a moment, Batu was in a daze. He seemed to see a young, powerful and ambitious orc leader appearing in front of him - just like him now.
The old shaman continued, his tone becoming more and more excited: "So, I kept searching for the relics of the ancient orc empire, and I found that all of these were tests given to us by the great father god Gruumsh.
Barren resources, harsh environment, and ferocious beasts are just to make our orc race stronger and tougher than other races, and then seize everything that should belong to us from their hands.
But at that time, I was already too old, too old to lift a spear, and only the strongest can stand out from the bloody fight and lead the orcs to conquer the world, that is-"
His still trembling fingers pointed at the Batu Skull in front of him. "You."
The old shaman continued: "My old life is no longer worth mentioning. It is my wish to be able to use the last bit of residual energy.
And you, Lord Batuu, with the blood of Gruumsh still surging in your body, you will bring a new future to the orcs. ”
Batu Skullbreaker was both surprised and confused. He was surprised that this old shaman, who had always been taciturn, still had such a past. He was also confused about what the other party meant by "using residual heat".
But the old shaman smiled and actually reached into his chest and took out his bloody heart.
"I will contain that golden dragon. Lord Batu, go ahead and lead the orcs to capture Avendeldan and penetrate the will of God the Father
To conquer the land that we orcs won is the real revenge! ”
The heart in his hand was still beating, and the blood in his chest continued to flow, gradually rising to the sky, forming a one-eyed pattern high in the sky.
Batu raised the bloody battle ax in his hand, looked at the huge one-eye pattern in the sky, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Attack!
Neither the humble dwarves, those fragile pointed ears, nor the golden-skinned lizards in the sky can stop the orcs from conquering!
attack! We orcs have no way out! ”
"Woo——"
The horn made of leg bones blew again, and the long sound spread across the battlefield. Inspired by the one-eyed symbol, the orcs' offensive became even more fierce.
"The great Father God gives us strength!"
"Every orc is qualified to pursue glory and blood. This is the supreme power given to us by God the Father!"
Under the protection of the blood curtain created by the shamans, the orc army advanced steadily against the bombardment of the elves and dwarves, and arrived at the city of Avendell.
But the magic of the shamans is not omnipotent. As long as they are slightly relaxed, the barrier they create will be destroyed by light arrows, spells and the exploding barrels of the dwarves, and none of the orcs behind them will be spared.
But even if the orcs in front die, the orcs in the back will still desperately fill in, stepping on the warm bodies of their comrades with dripping blood flowing forward.
"Death is not the end!"
"God the Father is watching over us in the Kingdom of Nishak!"
Half-beast giants and ogres kept hitting the heavy door of Avendeldan, letting arrows, short spears and various fire spells pour down from the city wall.
If they were allowed to break through the city wall and hundreds of thousands of orcs pour into the city of Avendeldan, the consequences would be disastrous.
Ed looked solemn. He looked at the orcs crowded under the city, and looked at the mysterious one-eyed pattern in the sky: "What is that?
But there was no time to worry. At this time, the half-animal giants and ogres were constantly hitting the city gate, and the dwarves were already somewhat powerless.
Ed took off the bow and arrow from his back, raised his hand and shot directly through the head of a half-beast giant.
The giant fell to the ground, and the dwarf king immediately shouted: "Your Excellency Titus!"
The scorching hurricane swept through, and the golden dragon appeared in the sky again, casting a huge shadow, causing countless orcs to raise their heads with fear on their faces.
"Orcs, your endless greed disgusts me!
Avendeldan will never become your territory. The continent of Fianso will only be controlled by a kinder and more lawful race, and I will give you - fire and death! ”
"Boom——"
The golden dragon waved its wings above the city wall, spitting out endless flame dragon breath. The raging flames instantly swept hundreds of orcs into it.
In just a moment, the orcs under the city were burned into pieces of charred flesh, emitting thick gray smoke.
The orcs' arrows and short spears have no effect on this huge golden dragon, but the blazing dragon flames can kill people.
The golden dragon flapped its wings, whipping up scorching gusts of wind, and continued to climb higher, preparing to dive.
But at this moment, a roar came from far away.
"Golden Dragon——"
A huge, vague orc-like giant covered in rotting and peeling green flesh appeared in the sky.
The souls and bodies of countless orcs who died in battle were imprisoned in it, forming that twisted and complex body.
Orc Spirit.
This is an ancient secret method that uses the power of Idras, the orc god of death, to bring together soldiers who died on the battlefield to create terrifying killing monsters.
At the head of the orc spirit is the old shaman. At this time, he is curled up in the sewn body, his eyes are red and his eyes are extremely fanatical.
"Golden dragon, after enduring thousands of years of barrenness and bloodshed, the orcs deserve the world!
We have passed the test of God the Father, and no one can stop the orcs' great conquest! ”
The rotting orcs dragged billowing black smoke and slowly flew into the sky, confronting the golden dragon in the air.
Cassius said righteously: "Orcs, the broken spiritual body sewn together, this is what you rely on? It is really a dirty and ugly thing!"
Flames spurted out, but the huge rotting orc stretched out its pale palms and spewed out poisonous smoke, covering the sky and temporarily resisting the terrifying breath.
Immediately afterwards, the orc spirit looked up to the sky and roared, rushing towards the golden dragon in the distance: "I am the incarnation of the will of countless orcs for thousands of years!"
"Ouch——"
Shrill wails and roars came from the black fog, and thunderous muffled sounds continued one after another.
The dwarves, elves and orcs on the ground could only see the huge figure shuttled among them, struggling with each other.
In fact, this monster composed of orc souls and corpses is indeed difficult to deal with, but Cassius is also deliberately dealing with him, creating the illusion that he is fighting with all his strength.
After all, he didn't know what kind of back-ups Gruumsh had. It wouldn't be good if he acted rashly, attracted the true god's attention, and lost this dragon-blood incarnation in vain.
On the ground, without the threat of the golden dragon, the orcs' offensive became even more fierce, rushing towards the city wall one after another.
Under the command of King Ed, the elite warriors of dwarves and elves also fought hard to face the enemy. Warhammers and swords danced together, and the blood of orcs covered the city walls.
At this moment, the ground trembled again, and the Wasteland Land Dragon was seen galloping on the ground, while the chief of the Red Fang Tribe, Batu Skullbreaker, was roaring with a battle axe.
"Crush these weak dwarves and elves! Occupy their cities and plunder everything they have! Revenge them!" (End of Chapter)