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

A small gate, as high as a chicken wing, was opened in the wall of Avundaldan to allow the Dwarves to pass through, and the Elves stooped to enter.

Pegasus and unicorns used the power of magic to step into the sky, circled a few times and then landed on the city wall.

Soon, Rhea led the elves to the walls of Avundaldan.

The dwarf king came forward and stretched out his rough, blood-stained hand, as if he wanted a handshake as a symbol of friendship.

"I am Ed Klein, Lord of the Mountain Kingdom. Please give my regards to your queen."

The half-elf hesitated for a moment, but still did not extend his hand. He just bowed slightly with his eyes lowered.

"Greetings, Your Majesty Ed. I am Rhea Nairo, the general of the Followers of Silver Moon, and the person in charge of this aid operation appointed by Your Majesty Iselin."

Behind him, the tall and delicate-looking moon elves all bowed and greeted the leader of the shield dwarves.

"Ah good."

Ed withdrew his hand somewhat embarrassedly, rubbed his hands, and nodded like the elves.

Apart from having orcs as their common enemy, dwarves and elves actually don't get along well and it's difficult for them to get along together.

The dwarves think that the elves are arrogant and pretentious, while the elves think that the dwarves are rude, stubborn, and unreasonable. The two races have had several conflicts in history, but none of them escalated to the level of war.

But now, Avenderdan is facing an unprecedented orc invasion, and these details no longer matter.

The dwarf king laughed heartily: "Hahaha, so you are the famous 'Twilight Blade'.

I have heard of you. You once slew the red dragon alone in the north, defeated the son of Baal, and sent the devil lord who came to the world back to the nine hells.

As a half-elf, being recognized by the proud elves is enough to show your ability."

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

“Thank you for your compliment, Your Majesty Ed. My past experiences are nothing in front of the Lord of the Mountains, the Lord of the Shield Dwarves.

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

In the past, the dwarf king would have probably grumbled, "As expected of a guy who is half long-eared, yet still so arrogant and pretentious."

But at this moment, Ed forced himself to suppress the urge to speak and just wiped the blood off 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, who is this..."

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

As you can see, he is a powerful and ancient gold dragon, and it was he who fought off the orcs in the critical moment and saved Avenderdan.

Not only that, Sir Titus is also a skilled spellcaster. He just predicted your arrival to me."

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

Rhea raised her head fearlessly, looked directly at the golden dragon on the tower, and said loudly: "Sir Titus, it is an honor to fight alongside you.

If we have the help of a powerful ancient golden dragon like you, this war will become much easier."

Hearing this, the golden dragon also lowered its head and looked at the half-elf not far away. There was a gleam in its light golden pupils and its whiskers fluttered in the air.

He whispered, "It's really interesting to be a half-elf chosen by God."

Rhea narrowed her eyes and frowned slightly. She always felt that Jin Long's eyes did not look like they were meeting for the first time, but rather like he knew her very well.

“This is the prophecy wizard.”

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

Rhea could never have imagined that the golden dragon in front of her was the young dragon she had let go more than ten years ago, and the Burning Emperor of Anzeta.

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

For some reason, Rhea felt a biting cold coming towards her, but it was gone in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

"Is it an illusion?"

Rhea held the silver sword at her waist, her eyes slightly gloomy, and thought so in her heart.

Cassius, who had transformed into "Titus", wiped his scales, pinched his whiskers with his claws and stroked them gently, thinking to himself.

"Haha. Now is not the time.

After Rhea helps Iselin take back Serenia, I will tear off my disguise and attack her. Only then can I gain the greatest benefit."

He buried the fleeting 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 with a strong man like Lord Rhea."

"Thanks for the compliment."

However, Ed, who was always outspoken and simple-minded, did not notice anything unusual. He still smiled heartily and put the warhammer on his shoulder.

"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 orc invasion!"

The Dwarf King called his guards and asked them to bring up several barrels of the strongest wine, passed them to his allies, then raised his glass and drank it all.

"For justice!"

The elves did not like the dwarves' fiery liquor and preferred the refreshing and elegant fruit wine, but for the sake of the dwarf king, they reluctantly picked up the wine glass.

And Rhea didn't say much. The half-elf paladin walked forward and raised his glass without any hesitation.

Even the Golden Dragon got a full wine barrel. He held the barrel with his claws and lifted it up carefully.

"For justice!"

Wooden wine glasses were raised high and collided with each other, wine splashed, and the cheers of the dwarves and elves resounded through the sky.

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

But no one would have thought that in this "holy alliance", there was a red dragon covered with golden dragon skin, called the Anzeta Tyrant by the people of Fianso.

However, the war was imminent. After drinking a glass of strong liquor, Eddard called Bjorn to discuss countermeasures with the reinforcements from Serenia.

At the same time, in the hide tents in the north of Avundaldan, the chieftains of the various orc tribes were also arguing fiercely. The orcs with ferocious tattoos of wolves, vultures, lions, etc. glared at each other, spitting everywhere, and were about to fight.

"Gattuso, are you so scared of that golden reptile?

In my opinion, we should shoot it down and use its head as a blood sacrifice to the Father God. The great orc warriors should not be afraid of any enemy! "

"You're talking nonsense! That's a damn golden dragon! Using ordinary clan warriors to fight it is just suicide, isn't it?"

"Humph! Cowards should be pierced through the chest by a blood spear. A true follower of Gruumsh is not as timid as you! It seems that all the orcs of your Jackdaw Clan are such cowards!"

"True bravery is proven with the blood of the enemy, not with words here! Come, I challenge you to a sacred duel, let us see the outcome on the battlefield!

"Let's see whether your spear will pierce my chest first, or my scimitar will cut off your head first!"

Two burly orcs stood up suddenly, their eyes boiling with anger 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 resolve and could only barely maintain peace. This was the case with the Jackdaw and Black Wolf tribes.

Fifty years ago, the Jackdaw Tribe attacked the Black Wolf Tribe's settlement, killed their chieftain, and took 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 hatred and attacks are common among the orc tribes in the Wugo grassland.

The enemy tribe of the Chiya tribe had been exterminated by Batu long ago. All of its adult male members were killed, and its children and women were enslaved. It was not even eligible to be annexed.

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

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the table in the tent was smashed and shattered all over the floor.

"enough!"

Batu Skullbreaker, who was sitting at the highest point, had a livid face, his only remaining eye was burning with anger, and endless rage was suppressed in his throat.

"I have gathered you here in compliance with the will of the great Father God, not to see you quarreling!"

Suddenly, the originally chaotic camp fell silent, and the orc leaders who had been arguing at the top of their lungs just now all fell silent.

Batu looked around menacingly, and only after seeing that the orcs had completely calmed down did he pick up the bloodstained battle axe on the ground.

Gattuso, Quint, don't worry about that golden reptile, I will deal with him myself!"

Blood was surging in the orc chief's one eye. A hideous smile appeared on his ugly and rough yellow-green face, and his tongue licked the fangs at the corner of his mouth.

Oh, if it was the "Silver Wing" from Melvold who had received Bahamut's attention, I would still be a little wary.

Batu stroked the sharp axe blade, letting the fine blood seep out of his palm: "But a mere golden dragon that appeared from nowhere.
You want to stop the orcs from conquering? What a joke! "

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

Even Monk's heroic sacrifice was within his expectations. In Batu's view, Monk should give everything for his father God and clan.

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

After all, the Mountain Kingdom has lasted for thousands of years and has a profound foundation. The advance troops are only meant to test the enemy's strengths and weaknesses and destroy the dwarf traps and facilities. The real offensive is yet to come.

By then, he will personally lead the army to occupy Avendeldan and become the greatest hero of the Orcs in nearly a thousand years, and the one who can be favored by the Father God.

At this moment, the old shaman suddenly walked forward slowly and said, "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 a skull that had been polished to an exceptionally bright finish from his arms and held it up with trembling hands.

On the smooth surface of the skull, a blurry image gradually emerged:

The first thing that appeared was the dilapidated city of Avender, followed by elves with pointed ears, as well as many Pegasus and unicorns.

The orc chieftain's expression turned grim: "This is..."

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

"My lord, as you can see, the Serenya elves have sent reinforcements, including a powerful legendary half-elf known as the Twilight Blade."

Batu gnashed his teeth, his expression annoyed: "Damn it, didn't the elves in the Senate tear up the treaty long ago? How come the elves' reinforcements are here! "

The old shaman shook his head and said in a low voice: “I’m sorry, Lord Batu, I don’t know either.

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

Otherwise, when the blood fog dissipates and the reinforcements from Mount Heaven arrive, even the Father God will not be able to stop the gods of Modinsaman from sending down their power, then we will..."

"Nasu, I know."

Batu spoke word by word, his one eye narrowed slightly, his expression becoming more ferocious.

"I will not let my father down. 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 were circling, like dense black dots, making hoarse and noisy calls.

"Praise to Father Gruumsh"

"He took his spear and struck the earth, creating caves, dead forests and waste places for his people to live in"

"We will use the skulls of our enemies as wrists, their blood as wine, their skins as clothes, and offer them all to you."

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

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

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

Then, the blood mist spread rapidly to the north, and all creatures that smelled the scent, whether they were wargs, scorpion lions, owl bears or hyenas, became more violent.

These crazy beasts flocked to the south in droves and became tools for the orcs to wage war.

Even the orcs who were shrouded in it had cloudy eyes. They waved their weapons and shouted slogans of "Blood sacrifice to the Father God".

Finally, a huge one-eye rune emerged from the haze in the distance, with blood light flickering on it. It looked towards the direction of Avendeldan like a real eye, revealing endless greed.

On the land, the fanatical orcs shouted the name of the Father God, driving away the ferocious beasts, and like a flooding tide, they surged towards Avondeldan. (End of this chapter)