Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

In the Blackrock Valley, the empty valley in front of Avondeldan City was filled with charred orc corpses, and the remaining fire was still burning, making crackling sounds, and the flames swayed in the wind.

The dwarves and elves were on the city wall, holding their longbows and war hammers tightly, waiting for the arrival of the enemy.

"Fellow countrymen, allies

At this moment, the fate of Avondeldan is in our hands, and even the situation in the continent of Fianso will be changed by this great war.

If we succeed, what you have done will surely go down in history!"

Ed's voice was steady and powerful, and every word was sonorous, echoing on the city wall with flags.

The dwarf king raised his war hammer high, and a powerful aura overflowed. "For order and justice! Avondeldan will never fall!"

"For order and justice!"

At this moment, both dwarves and elves raised their weapons and shouted earth-shakingly, and even the golden dragon on the top of the city tower raised its head and whistled.

At this moment, Rhea clenched the silver sword in her hand, looked into the distance with a serious expression, and frowned slightly.

"This is."

With the powerful perception of the legendary paladin, she keenly noticed that the ground was shaking slightly and there was a noisy sound in the distance.

She picked up the crystal pendant hanging around her neck, and ripples appeared on the holy tree water in it.

"It seems that the orcs are coming. I hope that Her Majesty Catherine's mission can be successfully completed this time."

Soon, the tremor became more obvious, and the entire Black Rock Mountains seemed to be shaking, and rumbling sounds came from the ground.

Pieces of rubble rolled down from the cliff, and even the dwarf warriors could easily detect it.

"Moradin above"

"What's that sound?"

"You, do you feel it? That's not an illusion, the earth is shaking!"

The dwarf king Ed felt the bloody breath coming towards him and shouted loudly: "It's the orcs, the orc army is coming!

The whole army is on standby! Make all preparations to resist the enemy's offensive!"

The sentry standing on the tower looked into the distance, opened his mouth suddenly, and his eyes were filled with shock: "Du, Dumathoin above"

I saw that the dust and blood mist appeared in the distance, almost filling the vision.

Then the orcs poured out like a mottled torrent, occupying most of the valley, and countless violent beasts were running wantonly. And in the dust, the orcs poured out continuously, one after another.

At this moment, a huge army composed of hundreds of thousands of orc warriors came out in full force.

Compared with the vanguard led by Monk last time, the scale of the orc army this time was larger and the momentum was far greater than before.

"Woo--"

The orc raised his head and blew the yellow horn made of the enemy's thigh bone. Suddenly, the bone horn made a long and low sound, like the roar of a giant beast.

The orc light cavalry galloped on the battlefield, waving their spears, pulling their short bows, and making loud war cries.

The wolf under their crotch also exhaled a fishy breath and made a manic howl, and the triangular eyes were full of bloodshot and flickering.

-This is the advance force of the orc army, the wolf light cavalry. They can use their own flexibility to attract firepower and take the opportunity to consume the defenders on the city wall.

However, on the towering walls of Avenderdan, the elves in silver light armor all pulled their longbows to the full, and the arrows pointed to the sky.

"Swoosh--"

Suddenly, countless arrows cut through the air like comets, leaving beautiful silver arcs in the sky, shooting at the orcs.

The elves' longbows were not ordinary weapons, but magical artifacts. The arrows they shot were all accompanied by dazzling silver light.

When they came over the orcs, these arrows suddenly exploded and turned into silver light arrows all over the sky.

These light arrows poured down from the sky, like a storm, densely shooting at the orcs.

"Ah!"

"It's the magic arrows of the elves!"

"These damn long ears, I will peel off their scalps and sacrifice them--"

The elves' arrows have a tracking effect, and even the agile wolf light cavalry can hardly avoid this rain of arrows.

Almost every light arrow accurately shot into the orcs' chests, piercing their beating hearts.

For a time, the wailing, screaming and cursing of the orcs filled the battlefield, and hundreds of orc cavalrymen were killed on the battlefield, and their lives were easily taken away.

Ed looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground in the distance, his expression was very happy, and he clapped his hands in approval: "Great, worthy of being the elite of Serenia! Really extraordinary!"

The elves pulled their silver bows again, aiming at the sky to accumulate strength, and the dazzling silver light spread, almost covering the entire city wall.

The orc officer waved his scimitar and shouted angrily: "Where are our orc spellcasters? Block the arrows of the pointed ears for me!"

"Great Father God."

"You are an invincible conqueror, please give us protection to resist the enemy's spears and arrows"

The shamans painted with blood runes were suspended in the air, holding up the scepters made of bones, and chanting ancient and long sacrifices.

"Shua——"

The blood-colored fog in the air kept surging, gradually gathering together, forming an extremely wide red curtain in front of the orc army.

The elves' arrows broke through the air again, but were blocked by the barrier, and fell to the ground powerlessly before they approached the orcs.

At the same time, the orcs' counterattacks followed.

"Fragile Pointed Ears"

On the hillside, a noble "Eye of Gruumsh" pulled the longbow engraved with runes, and the desire for killing surged in his single eye.

"Shua——"

Accompanied by the explosion of the air being torn apart, a black arrow carrying a bloody hurricane came across a distance of thousands of meters.

"Not good!"

The elf archer's expression suddenly changed. He wanted to dodge, but he could no longer avoid the arrow that was faster than the sound.

He only felt a strong gust of wind coming, and his abdomen was instantly pierced, and he felt a sharp pain, and his internal organs were mixed into a ball.

"Bang!"

The tall body of the elf also flew backwards under the huge inertia, and hit the wall behind him heavily, and blood was smeared all over the ground.

A noble pure-blooded elf archer was nailed to death by an arrow from a thousand meters away, without even a chance to struggle.

Rhea's face sank. Every member of this team is an absolute elite and a loyal follower of Her Majesty Catherine.

If the followers of Silver Moon were killed here, it would definitely have a huge impact on the Queen's future plan to capture the Holy Tree and regain the power of Serenia.

She must not allow this to happen!

Thinking of this, Rhea turned to look at the robed elven wizard and ordered: "Seymour, do your best to protect our people."

"Yes, Lord Rhea."

The wizard called "Seymour" nodded, raised the staff made of trees in his hand, chanted the spell in a low voice, and the moonstone on the top of the staff emitted a soft light.

He gradually floated in the air, and the white robe fluttered behind him.

Suddenly, a huge barrier of light gradually formed above the wall of Avendeldan, which was about to cover all the elves.

That was the seven-ring spell unique to the Elf Kingdom - [Serenia Radiant Barrier]!

"Swoosh-"

At this moment, a sharp sonic boom sounded again in the distance, and another black arrow broke through the air and streaked across the sky like a meteorite.

At this moment, Seymour had not completed the spell and was still suspended in mid-air, and the target of this black arrow was himself!

"Don't even think about it!"

Rhea shouted, and she swung the silver sword in her hand suddenly. The twilight light flew out from the blade and went straight to the arrow.

In just a moment, the light exploded, and the arrow turned into a ball of charred powder.

Finally, Seymour's spell was completed, and the glorious barrier enveloped the walls of Avendeldan, resisting all external attacks.

The dwarves turned the capstan, started the catapult, and threw barrels filled with gunpowder and strong liquor into the orcs.

Those barrels either hit the barrier or exploded in the air, killing a large number of orcs.

The orc light cavalry galloped and wandered on the battlefield, avoiding the overwhelming arrows and looking for opportunities to shoot the defenders on the wall.

At the same time, the elven wizards also raised their staffs together, showing the thousands of years of magic in Serenia.

Hot flying flames, extremely cold ice cones, and sacred flames fell from the sky and landed among the orcs. Various magic lights shone together and appeared above the city wall.

Deaths occurred one after another on the battlefield, but because the orc army had not yet approached the walls of Avendeldan, their casualties were far more than those of the dwarves.

In just a moment, the orc light cavalry at the forefront lost nearly 3,000 people, and their bodies were rampant on the battlefield.

"Death is by no means the end. The heroic dead will gain eternal life in the realm of the Father God - the Kingdom of Nishak!

Orc warriors, keep charging! For the great orcs to regain the world!"

The deep and loud voice of the warlord echoed on the battlefield. Even though there were heavy casualties on the front line, there were still a steady stream of orc light cavalry.

In fact, as the orcs believed, if they fought well and brought glory to their tribe, Gruumsh would bring their souls into the divine realm of Shura Field - the Kingdom of Nishak.

There, they will spend their afterlife in Gruumsh's army, fighting in the constant, interdimensional war for supremacy and against the goblin gods.

But they don't know that every night, the orc warriors of the Kingdom of Nishak will engage in devastating battles, abandoning diplomacy and engaging in bloody slaughter internally, and Gruumsh will watch with great interest from his steel fortress.

Even more tragic is that there is pain in the kingdom, but no death. All living things will be reborn at sunset, while the weak orcs can only be slaughtered again and again, living a life worse than death.

However, at this moment, the orcs are still particularly yearning for the Kingdom of Nishak. They raised their weapons and shouted excitedly.

"For the great father god!"

"Long live the orcs! We will live forever!"

Behind the orc light cavalry, the main force of the orc army is advancing steadily. They step over the corpses of their own kind, and the distance between them and the walls of Avendeldan is getting shorter and shorter.

The frenzied beasts charged in the rain of arrows, with giant orcs and ogres carrying huge bone shields in the front, followed by tens of thousands of orc infantry.

In the sky, giant eagles and vultures tamed by the orcs circled back and forth, making long howls, and there were monsters such as manticores and wyverns attracted by the blood mist.

Behind the huge army, Batu.Skullbreaker stood on the towering back of the Wasteland Land Dragon, looking at Avendeldan not far away.

The huge golden dragon appeared on the city wall, shaking its wings and swaying its thick tail, as if it was ready to go and ready to meet the orcs' attack at any time.

The orc chieftain lowered his head, muttered to himself, and almost bit his fangs to pieces: "Damn golden reptile... How could it appear here! As long as this golden dragon is here, it will be difficult for our troops to attack the city wall.

We must take advantage of the slack now. Get rid of it!"

Suddenly, Batu's expression became more ferocious, and his right eye showed a hint of cruelty and a faint light.

He stretched out his hand and said fiercely: "Nasu, bring back my blood spear."

"Okay."

The old shaman groped in the void and took out a folded dried animal skin. He unfolded the animal skin, took out the spear from it, and then carefully handed it to Batu.

"Haha, you are more handy, my old friend..."

Batu took the spear and gently stroked the rough surface. The spear was quite old and bloodstained. It had pierced the beating hearts of countless enemies and even killed a powerful Titan god.

At this moment, the orc chieftain took out the killing weapon again, with only one target - the meddling golden dragon that blocked their conquest plan.

Batu clenched his spear, looked at the golden dragon in the distance with the eyes of looking at prey, and a fanatical smile appeared on his face.

He put the spear against his forehead, closed his eyes, and prayed in a low voice: "Great Father God...

Supreme One-Eyed God, Watcher, Never Sleeping, your humble descendants want to remove the obstacles to the orcs' conquest, please give me - the power of killing!"

"Boom!"

Thunder suddenly sounded, shaking the valley.

Batu suddenly opened his eyes, and the only remaining right eye revealed a thrilling blood-red light, and then a thick blood mist rolled out of the eye socket, gradually wrapping the spear.

And on his forehead, the one-eyed rune seemed to be alive and blinked, revealing an extremely vicious look.

"Thank you, Father God...

In return, I will offer you the most precious sacrifice - the city of Avenderdan! And the heads of those dwarves, elves and even the golden dragon!"

The orc felt the abundant and violent power in his hand, and suddenly laughed fiercely, spitting out smelly white smoke. He clenched the blood spear in his hand, and the veins on his arm popped up like the roots of an old tree.

"Golden Dragon -

Blocking the orc army is the biggest mistake you have made in your life!" Thunder rolled, the wind howled, Batu.Skullbreaker raised the blood spear, ran nearly a hundred meters, and threw the blood spear out with all his strength.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the air was suddenly torn apart, emitting a shrill whine and scream, and the sky seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, with a narrow dark red scar.

The sky is bleeding!

The blood spear soared into the sky, creating a perfect arc at a distance of thousands of meters, carrying a terrible power, dragging endless blood light and rushing straight towards the huge golden dragon, and the traces it left formed a giant spear of thousands of meters.

The dwarves and elves raised their heads in panic. In trance and fear, they seemed to see a one-eyed orc hundreds of meters tall and burly, holding a giant spear in his hand, grinning and stabbing the golden dragon.

This is the power of Gruumsh!

In their eyes, in front of this huge power, even the golden dragon more than 30 meters long seemed so small and vulnerable.

"Sir Titus, be careful!"

Rhea stood with her sword, feeling the oncoming fishy wind, ignoring her scattered silver hair, and warned loudly.

"Roar--"

At this moment, the roar of the dragon sounded, even covering the whistle of the blood spear.

The dwarves, elves, and orcs on the battlefield all raised their heads and focused their attention. They saw that on the top of the tower, accompanied by the sound of rocks, the huge golden dragon flapped its wings and soared into the sky, stirring up gusts of wind. (End of this chapter)