"what is that?"

"By Moradin, it's a dragon! 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?"

A huge golden dragon appeared in the sky. The dwarves on the city wall all looked up with surprise on their faces, and even temporarily forgot about the orcs' attack.

The orcs also noticed this uninvited guest, and were shocked to find that the golden dragon was swooping down towards them.

——The bearded face was particularly majestic, and anger was boiling in his pupils like a pool of molten gold.

The orc officers and shamans suddenly felt a terrible aura pressing on their shoulders, and they shouted in fear.

"It's a golden dragon!"

"This guy might be an ally of the dwarves! Quick, shoot down this damn golden lizard!"

Upon hearing the order, the orcs hastily raised the crude bows in their hands and shot arrows at the golden dragon in the sky.

However, in front of this giant dragon covered in golden scales, the orcs looked so weak and powerless that most of them staggered and fell down.

Even if they hit the target, the arrows could not leave even a trace on the hard scales.

The golden dragon looked down at the hordes of orcs below, and the anger in its vertical pupils grew even stronger.

He slowly opened his mouth, and flames surged in his throat and chest again, as if there was a scorching sun hidden in his body.

"Father God Gruumsh, that dragon is coming!"

"How can we stop it?"

"Get down quickly!"

"Be careful, that's dragon flame!"

Under the orcs' terrified gazes, the golden dragon spread its long wings and swooped down.

The huge shadow cast by the dragon enveloped the city walls, including hundreds of dwarves and orcs, and as its wings flapped, a howling hurricane swept in.

"boom--"

The sound of air exploding was heard, a strong heat wave rushed towards us, and blazing flames poured out from the golden dragon's mouth.

Almost in an instant, the orcs crowded outside the city were surrounded by flames, even the ladders on the city walls were burning, and hundreds of orcs fell down with screams.

"No!"

"It's so hot! Damn it, my whole body is on fire!"

"Father God Gruumsh! Where on earth did this golden dragon come from?"

The orcs struggled and wailed in the raging dragon flames, their clothes and leather armor made of wild beast hair burned and were burnt black.

"No, no I have not yet set foot on Avundeldan, 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 knelt down to beg for mercy towards the sky.

However, the golden dragon did not stop.

"Ow—"

A loud roar rang out, echoing among the mountains of Blackrock Mountains, even drowning out the painful howls of the orcs.

This giant dragon, which looked like the god of death to the orcs, glided along the walls of Avendeldan, continuously spewing out hot flames.

Outside the walls of Avendeldan, a sea of ​​fire stretched for hundreds of meters, ashes flew everywhere, wildfires spread everywhere, heat waves distorted the air, and gray flames filled the battlefield.

The golden dragon climbed and circled again and again, and finally dived hundreds of meters, spitting out dragon flames until all the orcs outside the city were burned to ashes.

In just over ten minutes, tens of thousands of orcs were ruthlessly devoured by the dragon flames, and their charred corpses piled up into hills.

"Moradin above"

"The orcs' siege troops were destroyed just like that."

"How fortunate! 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 being burned by the flames. They felt relieved and surprised at the dragon's overwhelming 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 reappeared.

Beams of sunlight shone down, and the scales of the huge golden dragon sparkled, and its surface seemed to be coated with a layer of sacred light.

Even the usually crude dwarf warriors were so shocked by the scene that they opened their mouths wide, unable to speak for a moment and could only make "wow" sounds.

Bjorn, the oldest and most knowledgeable one, raised his head, his throat trembling, his tone extremely excited, and even his gray beard was shaking slightly.

“My fellow countrymen, it was this distinguished and righteous guest who saved Avendeldan and our mountain kingdom!

He raised his scepter high: "He is the dawn of the day"

"Dawn Dragon!"

"Praise this powerful golden dragon!"

The dwarf warriors followed Bjorn's lead and cheered for the special reinforcement in the sky, and the sound shook the sky.

The golden dragon high in the sky waved its wavy wings and nodded slightly, as if greeting its dwarf allies on the city wall.

On the battlefield under the city wall, facing the spreading dragon flames, the orc shamans became panicked and unable to concentrate.

And the bound Ed finally found an opportunity. He broke free from the shamans' magical chains, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Foul offspring of Gruumsh!"

The dwarf king raised his hammer high, the sound was sharp, like thunder, and countless broken rocks gathered together and floated in the sky.

"Look, the flames of the golden dragon are burning fiercely, and your brutal army is reduced to ashes."

The orc shamans kept shaking their heads with terrified looks on their faces.

"No, it's impossible! Father God has blinded the eyes of all the gods. The reinforcements from Heaven Mountain won't even notice this place!"

"Damn it, this golden dragon didn't appear in the One-Eyed Man's prophecy. It definitely doesn't belong to us..."

However, Ed looked around at the orc shamans, anger in his eyes.

The dwarf king swung his hammer down and shouted angrily: "This is your fate!
In the face of the mighty force that represents justice and order, you filthy, brutal orcs are no match for it!"

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, those huge rocks fell to the ground like meteorites, raising a cloud of dust and causing the ground to roar continuously.

The orc shamans who were fleeing in all directions 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 avoided the falling rocks, but Ed came to him with just one big jump.

The orc shaman laughed crazily, tightly grasping the bone staff, and muttered: "No, it's useless, even a dragon can't resist Gruumsh's blood spear!
King of the Dwarves, remember that Avenderdan will eventually become a fortress of the Orcs, and the Dwarves will eventually become slaves of the Orcs! "

Ed laughed in anger, swung his hammer, and said in a trembling voice: "You are looking for death!" "Bang!"

Ed smashed the orc shaman's fragile head with a hammer, splashing fresh blood and sticky brains all over his body.

The dwarf king spun among the orcs, stirring up a strong sandstorm, wielding his war hammer with great force, causing the orcs to scream in agony.

"Little guy, I'm going to crush you to death!"

An extremely strong half-beast giant, nearly five meters tall, rushed forward aggressively, carrying a bone club.

But Ed swung his hammer and smashed his knees, and the beast giant fell to his knees wailing.

Then, the seemingly extremely small dwarf suddenly jumped up, raised his war hammer, and smashed the huge head mercilessly.

"boom!"

Ed slowly stood up. His body was soaked in the blood of the orcs. The warhammer was stained with blood and pieces of flesh.

And within a hundred meters around him, there was no living orc.

In just a moment, a dozen orc shamans and hundreds of elite orc warriors who were responsible for restraining the dwarf king were wiped out.

——This is the powerful strength of "Lord of the Mountains" Ed Klein.

Eddard stood in a pool of blood, holding his hammer high, and shouted towards the wall of Avendeldan.

"My people! The orcs' conspiracy will never succeed, and Moradin's holy light will always shine on this land!

Follow me to counterattack!

Drive the foul brood of Gruumsh from this land!"

After finishing his speech, Ed looked at the giant dragon in the sky, nodded gratefully to the mysterious visitor, and saluted from a distance.

The Dwarf King couldn't imagine how the dwarves would be able to resist the orcs' attack if there hadn't been this golden dragon who came to visit him rashly and when he was ambushed.

"May the great god of the shield dwarves, Dumathoin, bless you! It is His Majesty Eddard!"

"Moradin, I knew that His Majesty would not be defeated easily!"

"Counterattack!"

"Drive the orcs back north!"

The dwarves of Avender were enraged when they saw their king fighting his way out of the orc horde.

Led by Eddard, the dwarves poured out of the city, wielding hammers and swords, and chasing the remaining orc troops.

After experiencing the bombardment of the golden dragon's breath, these orcs had long lost their fighting spirit. They could only be driven away by the dwarves and fled in all directions towards the base camp in the north, running for their lives.

Tens of thousands of orc vanguards were wiped out.

The dwarves cheered on the charred land covered with orc corpses, celebrating this hard-earned victory.

"Long live Moradin!"

"The Mountain Kingdom will never fall!"

"Praise this strange, special guest! Our victory is inseparable from his help!"

They chanted the names of the dwarf gods, praised their king, and expressed their gratitude to the "Dragon of Dawn".

Road of Glory, Orc Tombstone.

Vultures circled in the sky, making hoarse cries.

This frontier position that once resisted the invasion of orcs has now become the base camp of the Red Blood Tribe, with hundreds of thousands of orcs gathered here.

On the towering back of the desert land dragon, on the throne made of white bones, Batu Skullbreaker had his eyes slightly narrowed, his face twisted and hideous.

"coward."

In the distance, the remnants of the orc vanguard were seen fleeing. Their faces were panic-stricken and haggard, their bodies were torn and had signs of being burned.

"Who is it? Who allowed you to escape?"

Batu slowly stood up from the bone throne, looking down at the remnants of the defeated army, his voice filled with undisguised anger.

"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 spewed out dragon flames."

The leading orc officer saw the chief in the distance and immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, kowtowed so hard that blood flowed from his forehead.

"Golden dragon?"

Batu narrowed his one eye, frowned, and a strange light appeared in the empty eye socket.

According to the will of God the Father, the gods of Mount Heaven have been temporarily blinded and cannot send reinforcements for several days - this was not in his plan.

But then, Batu's expression suddenly became extremely furious, and his cold voice was like thunder: "This is not a reason for you to run away!
The Great Father God Gruumsh said: Those too weak to fight for your tribe should be driven through with a spear.

Suddenly, the orc officer looked desperate and his legs went weak. He still 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 have fought for the orcs. I have killed goblins for you in the Ugo grasslands.

But Batu didn't have the patience to listen to their explanations. The orc chief raised the huge axe in his hand and chopped down diagonally.

"Shh-"

I saw streaks of blood flashing by, and hundreds of fresh orc heads flew up in unison, with gushing blood rising into the sky.

The orcs who fled from the south were all killed here by their chieftain without any mercy.

Watching this bloody scene, tens of thousands of orcs were silent and the air was stagnant.

Batu jumped off the dragon beast's back, picked up the still warm head on the ground, held it high and showed it to all the orcs.

"See? This is what happens to deserters!
These cowards are not qualified to enter the kingdom of Nishak. Their souls will rot and stink, and they will be abandoned forever in an uninhabited land!
Remember, orcs are always plunderers, and we must make our enemies feel fear from the bottom of their souls!"

Batu threw the head away and crushed it, then raised his arms and shouted, his one eye filled with fanatical and violent light.

"The one-eyed god is always watching you. All your crimes are extremely conspicuous in his eyes, and the greatest sin among them is cowardice!"

For Father Gruumsh! Conquer and slay our enemies! "

"For Father Gruumsh!"

"These cowards who deserted the battlefield deserved it!"

Under Batu's instigation, hundreds of thousands of orcs raised their spears and swords and shouted fanatically, with contempt for the defeated soldiers in their words.

They completely agreed with Batu's remarks.

Among the orc clans, the Church of Gruumsh is responsible not only 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 will survive, and the weak will be ruthlessly eliminated and become food for wild beasts. This is the general concept of 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 this chapter)