Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The dwarf king opened his arms and shouted enthusiastically: "Hahahaha, please come up, guests from afar, you are here in time!"

A small, chicken-wing-high door opened on the wall of Avendeldan for dwarves to pass through, and the elves stooped to enter.

Pegasus and unicorns stepped into the sky with the help of magic, circled a few times and landed on the tower.

It didn't take long for Rhea to lead the elves onto the walls of Avendeldan.

The dwarf king came towards him, stretching out his big rough hand still stained with blood, as if he wanted to shake hands as a symbol of friendship.

"I am Ed Klein, the Lord of the Mountain Kingdom. Say hello to your queen for me."

The half-elf hesitated for a moment, but still did not extend his hand. He only leaned forward slightly and lowered his eyes.

"I have met His Majesty Ed. I am Rhea Nero, the general of the followers of Silver Moon. I am the person in charge of this assistance operation appointed by Your Majesty Iselin."

Behind him, the tall moon elves with delicate faces also bent down to say hello to the co-owner of the shield dwarves.

"Ah, okay."

Ed retracted his hand in embarrassment, rubbed his hands, and nodded in greeting like the elves.

In addition to having orcs as their common enemy, dwarves and elves are actually not very good at dealing with each other, and it is difficult for them to get along with each other.

Dwarves think that elves are arrogant and pretentious; elves think that dwarves are rude, stubborn, and unreasonable. There have been several conflicts between the two tribes in history, but in the end they never escalated to the level of war.

But now, Avendeldan is facing an unprecedented orc invasion, and these details are no longer important.

The dwarf king smiled heartily: "Hahaha, it turns out you are the famous 'Blade of Twilight'.

I have heard of you. You killed the red dragon alone in the North, defeated the Son of Baal, and sent the devil king who came to the world back to the Nine Hells.

As a half-elf, being recognized by the proud elves speaks volumes about your abilities. "

Rhea stared at the dwarf in front of her, her silver eyes were like water, and her voice was still so cold and calm.

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty Ed. My past experiences are not worth mentioning in front of the Lord of the Mountains and the Co-Master of the Shield Dwarves.

Now, I am just a captain of the personal guard loyal to the Queen, and Her Majesty Catherine's will is my code of conduct. "

In the past, the dwarf king would have muttered: "As expected of a guy with half long-eared blood, he is still so arrogant and pretentious."

But at this moment, Ed forced himself to resist the urge to speak, and just wiped the blood on his hands silently.

The half-elf raised his head, looked at the huge golden dragon sitting on the top of the tower, and asked softly: "Your Majesty Ed, this is..."

“He is Lord Titus, a friend of the Alpine Kingdom.

As you can see, he is a powerful and ancient golden dragon, and it was this man who fought off the orcs at the critical moment and saved Avendeldan.

Not only that, Lord Titus is also an excellent spell caster. He just predicted your arrival to me. "

Ed's tone was particularly enthusiastic, revealing his deep admiration for this "Lord Titus". After all, in his opinion, this was the benefactor who had just saved Evandeldan.

Rhea raised her head without fear, looked directly at the golden dragon on the tower, and said loudly: "Your Excellency Titus, it is an honor to fight alongside you.

With the help of a powerful ancient golden dragon like you, this war should become much easier. "

Hearing this, the golden dragon also lowered its head and looked at the half-elf not far away, its pale golden pupils shining with light, and its whiskers fluttering in the air.

He said softly: "It's really interesting to be able to become a half-elf chosen by God."

Rhea narrowed her eyes slightly and frowned slightly. She always felt that Jin Long's eyes didn't look like they were meeting her for the first time, but rather he seemed to know her very well.

"This is the Prophecy Mage"

As Iselin's most loyal and powerful follower, the half-elf has many secrets, and she hates this feeling of being seen through.

Rhea never imagined that the golden dragon in front of her was the young dragon she let go more than ten years ago, and the burning emperor of Anzeta.

But more than ten years later, the two sides met again in this way, which was quite dramatic.

For some reason, Rhea still felt a biting coldness coming towards her face, but it passed away in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

"Is it an illusion?"

Rhea held on to the silver sword on her waist, her eyes darkened slightly, and she thought in her heart.

And Cassius, who transformed into "Titus", wiped his scales, twirled his whiskers with his paws and stroked them gently, thinking to himself.

"Haha. Now is not the time.

After Rhea helps Iseline take back Serenia, I will break the disguise and take action against her. Only then will I gain the greatest benefit. "

He buried the flash of desire for revenge deep in his heart and continued to maintain the elegant and proud posture of the golden dragon.

Cassius continued to stroke his beard and smiled meaningfully: "I am very happy to be in the company of a strong man like Lord Rhea."

"Thanks for the compliment."

However, Ed, who was always outspoken and simple-minded, did not notice the abnormality at all. He still smiled heartily and put the warhammer on his shoulders.

"Thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the Mountain Kingdom and Serenia reached a sacred alliance in this way, and today, we gather in Avendeldan to discuss countermeasures together!

With your help, I don't have to worry about the invasion of orcs! "

The dwarf king called his guards and asked them to bring several barrels of the strongest wine and handed them to his allies. Then he raised his glass and drank it all.

"For justice!"

The elves didn't like the dwarfs' fiery liquor, preferring the fresh and elegant fruit wine, but for the sake of the dwarf king, they still reluctantly picked up the wine glass.

Rhea didn't say much. The half-elf paladin stepped forward and raised his glass unceremoniously.

Even the golden dragon got a full wine barrel. He twisted the barrel with his claws and carefully lifted it up.

"For justice!"

The wooden wine glasses were raised high and collided with each other, the wine splashed, and the cheers of the dwarves and elves filled the sky.

In this way, the dwarves, elves and golden dragons completed their alliance. In order to protect justice and order, they jointly resisted the orc invasion from the north.

But no one would have thought that this "holy alliance" would include a red dragon covered in golden dragon skin, known as the Tyrant of Anzetta by the people of Fianso.

However, war was imminent. After drinking a glass of strong wine, Ed summoned Bjorn to discuss countermeasures with the reinforcements from Serenia.

At the same time, in the animal skin camps in the north of Avendeldan, the chiefs of various orc tribes were also having fierce quarrels.

Orcs with ferocious tattoos such as wargs, vultures, and lions glared at each other, spitting, and almost started a fight.

"Gattuso, are you so afraid of that golden-skinned reptile?

If you ask me, we should shoot it down and sacrifice its head to God the Father with its blood. The great orc warriors should not be afraid of any enemy! "

"You fart! That's a damn golden dragon! If you use ordinary clan warriors to deal with it, wouldn't you just die?"

"Hmph! Cowards should have blood spears pierced through their chests. True Gruumsh believers are not as timid as you! It seems that the orcs of your Jackdaw Clan are all such cowards!"

"True bravery is proven by the blood of the enemy, not talking here! Come, I will challenge you to a sacred duel, let us see the difference on the battlefield!

"Let's see which one is your spear that pierces my chest first, or my scimitar that cuts off your head first!"

The two burly orcs stood up suddenly, with anger boiling in their eyes and even undisguised murderous intent.

Before Batu Skullbreaker unified the Ugo Grassland, hundreds of tribes fought against each other. Many of them had blood feuds that were difficult to eliminate and could only barely maintain peace. This was the case for the Jackdaw and Black Wolf tribes.

Fifty years ago, the Jackdaw Tribe attacked the Black Wolf Tribe's settlement, killed their chief, and plundered hundreds of people as slaves. Twenty years later, the Black Wolf Tribe ambushed the Jackdaw Tribe's hunting team and made bowls out of everyone's skulls.

Such mutual vendettas and attacks are common among the orc tribes in the Ugo Grassland.

The enemy tribe of the Red Ya tribe had already been exterminated by Batu. All its adult male tribesmen were killed, and the children and women were also beaten into slaves. They were not even qualified to be annexed.

The "Great Orc Nation" established by Batu now is not so much a country as it is a huge collection of clans built on the belief in the theocracy of Father God Gruumsh.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the table in the tent was smashed to pieces and shattered on the ground.

"Enough!"

And Batu Skull, who was sitting at the top, looked livid, his single eye burning with anger, and endless anger suppressed in his throat.

"I followed the will of the great Father God and gathered you here, not to watch you quarrel!"

Suddenly, there was silence in the originally chaotic camp. The orc leaders who had been arguing at the top of their lungs just now were all silent.

Batu looked around menacingly, and after seeing that the orcs were completely honest, he picked up the bloody battle ax on the ground.

Gattuso, Quete, you don’t need to worry about that golden-skinned reptile, I will deal with him personally! "

The orc chief's one eye was filled with blood. A ferocious smile appeared on his ugly and rough yellow-green face, and his tongue licked the fangs near his mouth.

Oh, if it were Myhrvold's "Silver Wing" that got Bahamut's attention, I would be a little more wary.

Batu stroked the sharp ax blade, letting fine drops of blood seep out from his palm: "But a mere golden dragon appeared out of nowhere.

Just trying to stop the orcs from conquering? What a joke! "

In fact, the destruction of the advance force was indeed part of Batu's plan, but the defeat happened faster than he imagined.

Even Munch's heroic sacrifice was within his expectation. In Batu's view, Munch should dedicate everything to his father and the clan.

Moreover, as his younger brother, Munch was ambitious and ambitious, and once dug out his own left eye without saying a word. His death was not a bad thing for Batu Skullbreaker, who had just secured his position as chief.

After all, the Alpine Kingdom has lasted for thousands of years and has a profound foundation. The advance troops are just to explore the opponent's reality and destroy the dwarf traps and facilities. The real offensive will come later.

At that time, he will personally lead an army to occupy Avendeldan and become the greatest hero of the orc clan in the past thousand years who can win the favor of Father God.

At this moment, the old shaman suddenly walked forward slowly: "Lord Batu, there is some bad news for us orcs."

Batu raised his eyebrows: "What news?"

The old shaman took out a sacrificial instrument made of skulls that had been wiped extremely brightly from his arms, and held it up with trembling hands.

I saw a blurry image gradually emerging on the smooth surface of the skull:

The first thing that appeared was the riddled city of Avendeldan, followed closely by elves with pointed ears, as well as many pegasus and unicorns.

The orc chief's face looked ugly: "This is..."

The old shaman sighed, his voice low and hoarse, like the breeze blowing through the grass.

"Sir, as you can see, the Selenian elves have sent reinforcements, and among them is a powerful legend, a half-elf known as the Twilight Blade."

Batu gritted his teeth and looked angry: "Damn it, didn't the group of elves in the Council of Elders tear up the treaty long ago? How could the elves' reinforcements appear here!"

The old shaman shook his head and said in a low tone: "I'm sorry, Lord Batu, I don't know either.

But one thing is certain - we must capture Avendeldan within seven days. This is a death order issued by Father God.

Otherwise, when the bloody mist dissipates and the reinforcements from Paradise Mountain arrive, even Father God cannot prevent the gods of Modinsaman from sending down their power, then we will"

"Natsu, I know."

Batu said word by word, his one eye narrowed slightly and his expression became more ferocious.

"I will not let down Father God's expectations. I will lead the orcs to capture Avendeldan within seven days - at any cost."

In the sky, the giant eagles and vultures tamed by the orcs circled like dense black spots, making hoarse and noisy cries.

"Praise to Father God Gruumsh"

“He took up his spear and smote the earth, creating caves and withered rifts and waste places for his people to live in.”

"We will use the enemy's skulls as wrists, their blood as wine, and their skin as clothing, and dedicate them all to you."

The orc shamans raised the bone staffs in their hands, let out long shouts, and recited sacrificial words passed down from ancient times to the present.

In the valley, the orcs built altars from the remains of the dwarves, used their bones to make various sacrificial instruments, and drank the blood of their enemies.

Suddenly, the sky was filled with haze, and blood-red mist emerged from the statue made of dwarf skulls, filling the valley.

Immediately afterwards, the blood mist spread rapidly to the north, and all creatures that smelled the smell, whether they were wargs, manticores, owlbears or hyenas, became even more violent.

These crazy beasts flocked to the south and became a tool for the orcs to wage war.

Even the orcs shrouded in it had cloudy eyes. They waved their weapons and chanted the slogan "Blood Sacrifice to Father God".

Finally, a huge one-eye-shaped rune emerged from the haze in the distance, with blood shining on it, looking in the direction of Avendeldan like a real eye, revealing endless greed.

On the earth, the fanatical orcs shouted the name of Father God, driving the ferocious beasts, like a flooding tide, overwhelmingly rushing towards Avendeldan. (End of chapter)