In Avenderdan, the dwarves finally broke away from the joyous atmosphere of victory and began to quietly clean up the battlefield and collect the bodies of their compatriots.

The city walls were covered with black scorch marks and mottled bloodstains, and there were large pieces of solidified metal under the city.

Thousands of dwarf warriors died heroically in this battle. Even in death, they did not forget to fight against the orcs and protect their common home.

The older dwarf lifted the corpse from the ground, which was still in a fighting posture, stroked its cheek gently, and closed its angry eyes.

“Go with peace of mind, child, Avundeldan has not fallen yet.

May you find eternal life in the realm of Moradin."

At the end of his speech, his voice was a little choked up. Faced with the departure of his loved ones, even the dwarves, who were usually heroic and rugged, could not avoid sadness.

The dwarf next to him also came forward and patted him on the shoulder: "I will, Carl.

These dead compatriots are all heroes of our dwarf race. The gods of Modinsaman will not treat them unfairly.

Our heroes will live a carefree life in Mount Heaven, forging the best armor and weapons for the Father."

The dwarf called "Karl" nodded heavily, his eyes becoming more determined.

"I will follow His Majesty to defend Avendeldan and drive the orcs back to the north. This is the only way to comfort their heroic spirits."

"Yes, the orcs' offensive is far from over. Now is not the time to be sad."

After all, the shield dwarves of the Mountain Kingdom only held off the orcs' first wave of attack.

The huge army composed of hundreds of thousands of orcs that surrounded Avenderdan weighed on the hearts of the dwarves like a haze, which lasted for a long time.

“It was a brutal battle.
Fortunately, we finally managed to defend Avendeldan and preserve the dignity of the Mountain Kingdom."

Standing on the towering city wall and overlooking the scorched ruins below, King Ed couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Even when the army of Holy Fadlan invaded a hundred years ago, he was not so nervous. After all, this time the orcs came out in full force without reservation.

What's more, as enemies for tens of thousands of years, the deep blood feud has long been impossible to eliminate. There is no room for reconciliation between the dwarves and orcs, and the fight will not end until one dies.

Bjorn appeared beside Ed, with a look of relief still on his face: "Your Majesty, we would like to thank this strange guest."

Ed said sincerely: “Yes, if it weren’t for that golden dragon, Aywendeldan would be in danger today.

But don't you know him, Bjorn?"

Bjorn shook his head: "A golden dragon that can reach this size must be at least at the level of an ancient dragon, and they rarely appear on the continent of Feansuo.

He is most likely a reinforcement from Mount Heaven, a righteous man who believes in His Majesty Bahamut."

Ed raised his head and looked towards the sky, only to see the golden dragon still hovering high in the sky, seemingly observing the situation of the orc army.

So the dwarf king waved his hands toward the sky and shouted loudly.

"Powerful and noble golden dragon, you are the benefactor of our High Mountain Kingdom and even the entire dwarf race!

I am the king of the shield dwarves, and I ask you to come to the city of Avendeldan and talk to me—"

"Ow—"

The golden dragon in the sky seemed to have heard the dwarf's cry and let out a loud, long roar.

Then, the golden dragon flapped its undulating wings, hovering gracefully above the city wall as if swimming in the air, and slowly descended.

Many scholars agree that gold dragons are the most graceful flyers of all true dragons, and gold dragons are particularly receptive to this view.

The shadow cast by the dragon swept across the city wall, covering many dwarves.

"Moradin above"

“Oh God.”

Faced with such a huge monster, even though they knew it was an ally, the dwarf warriors were still a little nervous. They couldn't help swallowing their saliva and gripping their bows and crossbows tightly.

"boom!"

The huge body, more than 30 meters long, stepped on the solid city wall, making a loud noise, but the body seemed quite light.

——The golden dragon was as cautious as possible, almost tiptoeing, but it still crushed the rocks under its feet.

Countless pairs of eyes filled with surprise, shock, and even admiration were cast from bottom to top at this majestic dragon that looked as magnificent as a golden statue.

And Ed raised his head in surprise, looking up at the strange visitor.

The golden dragon folded its wide wings that extended to its tail over its back like a giant golden moth.

This golden dragon has pupils that are like pools of molten gold, and around its mouth float a dozen long whiskers.

——This makes his appearance look wise and mature, and is also overflowing with the elegant and noble temperament unique to a golden dragon.

It is indeed a golden dragon, and an elder among the golden dragons, most likely a noble ancient dragon.

Ed and Bjorn thought of the same thing in their hearts.

As the upper rulers of the Mountain Kingdom, they had also visited Mount Heaven and seen those huge and majestic metal dragons.

As the recognized leader of metallic dragons, the golden dragon with golden scales and whiskers is undoubtedly the most unique and dazzling among them.

The golden dragon looked around and finally fixed its gaze on the dwarf king.

In the eyes of the proud dragons, only the legendary dwarves are worthy of making friends.

Ed lowered his head quickly and bowed deeply, "Good Golden Dragon, please forgive my impoliteness. I am shocked by your appearance.

This time, our High Mountain Kingdom was able to withstand the orcs' attack, thanks to your help. We, the Shield Dwarves, will never forget your kindness."

He took a deep breath, and then said in a serious tone with gratitude: "My name is Ed Klein, the King of Blackrock Mountain, a descendant of Dumathoin, and a follower of Moradin.

I don't know. May I know your honorable name?"

"Titus."

The golden dragon looked down at the dwarf and spoke slowly. His voice was quite magnetic, warm and low.

“You can call me Titus. As for my identity, I am just a golden dragon passing by.

I just can't stand the orcs' rude and barbaric behavior, so I'm giving you a little help."

Ed laughed heartily: "Sir Titus, you not only lent a helping hand, you actually changed the course of this war!

If it weren't for your brave help, it would be a question whether Avendeldan could be saved in the face of the orcs' fierce attack.

Don't worry, as a reward, our High Mountain Kingdom will definitely present you with the most precious treasures. We dwarves are very confident in making tools and jewelry."

The dwarf king was quite experienced in dealing with metallic dragons, having once fought alongside the silver dragons of Clan Melvold.

The most important point is that even if the metal dragon says it doesn't care, you must never forget to give them enough money as a reward, otherwise you may be hated by the other party.

Holding grudges and being greedy are the characteristics of almost all dragons. Even kind and righteous metal dragons are not immune to this. "Sir Ed."

The golden dragon turned its head and looked into the distance. Its eyes, like pools of gold, narrowed slightly, revealing a faint glow.

“We can discuss the compensation later, it’s not important. You have to know that this war of yours is far from over.

The attack just now was probably just a test. The number of orc troops is over 200,000, and there are many strong ones among them who can compete with you and me."

"Two hundred thousand?"

"Yes, and according to my observation, there are more orcs moving southwards on the Wugo grassland."

Ed's heart suddenly trembled.

The number of orc troops has far exceeded the total population of the Mountain Kingdom. If this continues, the fall of Avender will almost become inevitable.

As if sensing the other party's emotional fluctuations, Jin Long raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you scared?"

The dwarf king sighed deeply and smiled bitterly: "Of course I am afraid, who wouldn't be afraid?

However, I am not afraid of the orc army, but I am afraid that my subjects will be reduced to slaves, and I am afraid that Avender, the symbol of the glory of the dwarves, will fall.

Ed raised his head, his expression became serious, and his tone was still so firm: “Sir Titus, thank you again for your understanding.

The Mountain Kingdom is the dwarven heritage passed down from generation to generation. Even if the enemy is ten times more numerous, we will never give up."

"very good."

The golden dragon folded its wings and walked lightly on the towering city wall, inspecting the dwarf defenders.

"Dwarves, I have seen your determination and will to resist the invasion. The orc army is powerful, but not invincible. I will continue to stay in Avenderdan to help you until...
The war is won. "

Ed placed the hammer solemnly on his chest, his voice full of gratitude: “On behalf of all the people of the Mountain Kingdom, I pay my respects to you, the great Lord Titus.

From this moment on, you are our friend forever. My ability is limited, but no matter where you are in Fianso, the dwarf will do his best to help you. "

Unlike the reserved elves, dwarves have always been clear about what they like and hate, and like to express their true feelings directly, and even their king is no exception.

In the eyes of the Dwarf King, this mysterious and powerful golden dragon has become a solid ally of their mountain kingdom.

Although he didn't know the origin of the so-called "Mr. Titus", he was a noble golden dragon!
The golden dragon is a symbol of justice and order, a loyal follower of Bahamut, and a leader among metal dragons. Who would question such an existence?
However, at the same time, Jin Long felt particularly comfortable in his heart. Instead of calling him "Titus", it would be better to call him by his real name - Cassius Claude Noricius.

Yes, this golden dragon is the Burning Emperor, or more accurately, it is the dragon shadow incarnation that carries the emperor's will.

At this moment, his real body is still refining the blood of Karix on Dragon Blood Mountain within the empire.

After leaving the Anzeta Wasteland, Cassius used the ability of [Transform into Ancient Dragon] to transform into an ancient golden dragon.

Then, relying on his understanding of the plot, he intervened in the "Battle of Blackrock Mountain", which became famous in later generations, at the most critical moment and helped the dwarves win.

In fact, even if the golden dragon incarnated by Cassius did not intervene in this war, the "Lord of the Mountains" Ed would break free from his restraints and rely on the holy objects left by the gods of Modin Samman to resist the offensive of the orcs and defend Avendeldan at all costs.

But Cassius turned the icing on the cake into a timely help, making the appearance and assistance of the "Golden Dragon Titus" an indispensable part of the dwarves' victory.

"Haha. Dwarves, since I saved your country and you are so grateful, then repay me with the entire Blackrock Mountains.

In the near future, my empire will collect due compensation from you."

Looking at the dwarves' grateful expressions, Titus, or rather Cassius, laughed secretly in his heart.

But I heard Ed say worriedly: "Sir Titus, can you contact His Majesty Bahamut in Mount Heaven?"

"Tsk, now I am no longer qualified to face His Majesty Bahamut, and I am even too ashamed to face my compatriots.

Now, I can only atone for my sins by doing my utmost to practice Bahamut's way of justice."

Titus shook his head slowly, looking at the blue sky, his voice low.

Hearing the Golden Dragon's Riddler-like answer, Ed realized that something was wrong and thought of many stories in history about people who disobeyed God and were punished.

The dwarf king quickly bowed his head, "I'm sorry, Lord Titus, I had no intention of prying into your past, and I meant no offense."

"I know."

"It's just that our current strength is too weak. I'm afraid that the warriors of Avenderdan alone cannot fight against the army of hundreds of thousands of orcs."

The golden dragon turned his head and looked at the ruins under the city wall. His long whiskers floated in the air, looking quite elegant.

"It's okay, Sir Ed. If I remember correctly, the time is almost up."

"What time?" The Dwarf King looked puzzled.

But the golden dragon raised his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile on his wise face: "The time when the allies of the High Mountain Kingdom will arrive in Avondeldan."

According to the plot, after receiving the letter, the Elf Queen, despite the obstruction of the Council of Elders, immediately dispatched her own guards to Avendeldan to assist the dwarves in resisting the orcs' southward advance.

Among the reinforcements she sent was the famous legendary paladin, "Twilight Blade" - Rhea Nero.

"Haha, this person is really an old acquaintance. To be more precise, he should be an enemy."

Thinking of the powerful paladin who made him flee in embarrassment when they first met, Cassius felt particularly emotional.

Although Cassius did not have much impression of the Dragon Mother, whom he had only met once, the urgency and humiliation of having one's life and death in the hands of others still left a deep impression on him.

More than ten years passed in a flash, and unexpectedly, when I met this half-elf paladin again, he had become the highly respected "Ancient Golden Dragon".

"Wow—"

Before he finished speaking, the space beneath the city wall was distorted by flickering white light.

Then, under the nervous gaze of many dwarf warriors in the city of Avendeldan, a star-studded portal appeared and slowly opened.

A half-elf wearing light silver armor and a silver sword at his waist strode forward.

She raised her head, revealing her beautiful and cool face, with her silver hair neatly tied behind her head.

The half-elf looked at the dwarf on the city wall, and was slightly surprised to see the huge golden dragon, before nodding in greeting.

“Respected Lord of the Mountains, I come here with the will of Her Majesty Iselin, the King of Serenia and Lord of the Moon Elves.

We will abide by the sacred alliance that has existed for thousands of years and join our shield dwarf allies in the mountain kingdom to resist the invasion of the orcs."

Behind the half-elf, hundreds of pure-blood elves with fair skin and long ears walked out of the portal one after another.

The elves appeared in front of everyone, wearing light silver armor, holding silver longbows or wooden staffs, riding Pegasus, unicorns and other kind beasts with unique magic.

These are the personal guards loyal only to the Elf Queen Yselin - the Silver Moon Followers, and they are all the forces she can mobilize at the moment.

In order to continue this holy alliance that has lasted for thousands of years and resist the orcs' invasion from the south, the queen, who is regarded as a puppet, has staked all her chips.

Ed's expression was first stunned, then he was overwhelmed with ecstasy: "Sir Titus, your attainments in prophecy magic are truly amazing to me." (End of this chapter)