In Blackrock Valley, the empty valley in front of the city of Avendeldan was littered with the charred corpses of orcs. The remaining fire was still burning, making crackling sounds, and the flames swayed in the wind.

The dwarves and elves were on full alert on the city walls, holding their longbows and hammers tightly, calmly awaiting the arrival of the enemy.

“Fellow countrymen, allies
At this moment, the fate of Avenderdan is in our hands, and even the situation on the continent of Feanso will be changed by this great war.

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

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

The dwarf king raised his hammer high, and a powerful aura emanated from him. "For order and justice! Avenderdan will never fall!"

"For order and justice!"

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

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 a legendary paladin, she was keenly aware of it - she felt the ground shaking slightly and a noisy sound coming from afar.

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

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

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

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

"Moradin above"

"What is 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!

All troops on standby! Make all preparations to resist the enemy's attack!"

The sentry standing on the tower looked into the distance, his mouth suddenly opened wide, his eyes filled with shock: "Du, Dumathoth is above!"

In the distance, I saw a blanket of dust and blood mist, which almost filled the field of vision.

Then the orcs poured out like a mottled torrent, occupying most of the valley, with countless ferocious beasts running wantonly. And in the dust and smoke, the orcs continued to pour out, one after another.

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

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

"Woo——"

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

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

The wolf under his crotch also exhaled a fishy breath and let out a manic howl, and its triangular eyes were filled with bloodshot and flickering with faint light.

——These are the advance troops of the Orc Legion, the Wolf Light Cavalry. They can use their flexibility to attract firepower and take the opportunity to consume the defenders on the city wall.

However, on the towering walls of Avender, the elves in silver light armor all drew their longbows to their full extent, with arrows pointing to the sky.

"Whoosh-"

Suddenly, countless arrows streaked through the air like comets, leaving graceful silver arcs in the sky and shooting towards the orcs.

The elves' longbows are not ordinary weapons, but strange objects with magical powers. The arrows they shoot are all accompanied by dazzling silver light.

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

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

"what!"

"It's the elf's magic arrow!"

"These damn long-eared beasts, I'm going to peel off their scalps and sacrifice them—"

The elves' arrows have a tracking effect, and even the agile Wolf Light Cavalry find it difficult to avoid this rain of arrows.

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

For a moment, the orcs' wails, screams, and curses filled the battlefield. Hundreds of orc cavalrymen lay dead on the battlefield, their lives 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, you are worthy of being the elite of Serenia! You are really extraordinary!"

The elves once again pulled their silver bows to their full potential, pointed them at the sky and gathered strength. The dazzling silver light spread out, almost covering the entire city wall.

The orc officer brandished his scimitar and shouted angrily: "Where are our orc spellcasters? Block the arrows from Pointy Ears!"

"Great Father God."

"You are the invincible conqueror, please give us protection from the enemy's spears and arrows."

Shamans painted with blood-red runes floated in the air, holding up scepters made of bones and chanting ancient and long sacrificial speeches.

"Shh-"

The thick blood-red fog in the air continued to roll and gradually gathered, forming an extremely broad red curtain in front of the orc army.

The elves' arrows flew through the air again, but were blocked by the barrier. They fell weakly to the ground before they could get close to the orcs.

At the same time, the orcs' counterattacks followed.

"Fragile Pointed Ears"

On the hillside, a noble "Eye of Gruumsh" drew his rune-inscribed longbow, his single eye surging with the desire to kill.

"Shh-"

Along with the sound of the air being torn apart, a pitch-black arrow carrying a bloody hurricane came through the air across a distance of thousands of meters.

"not good!"

The elf archer's expression suddenly changed and he tried to dodge, but he was unable to avoid the arrow that was faster than sound.

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

"boom!"

The elf's tall body flew backwards under the huge inertia and hit the city wall behind him heavily, with blood all over the ground.

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

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

If Silvermoon's followers were to die here, it would definitely have a huge impact on the Queen's future plans to capture the Holy Tree and regain power in Serenia.

She must not allow this to happen!
Thinking of this, Rhea turned to look at the elf wizard in robes and ordered: "Seymour, do your best to protect our people." "Yes, Lord Rhea."

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

He gradually floated in the air, his white robe fluttering behind him.

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

That is a seventh-level spell unique to the Elven Kingdom—[Serenya Radiant Barrier]!
"Whoosh-"

At this moment, a sharp sonic boom was heard again in the distance, and another black arrow broke through the air and crossed the sky like a meteorite.

At this moment, Seymour had not completed the spell and was still suspended in the air, and the target of the black arrow was him!
"Don't think about it!"

Rhea let out a loud shout and swung the silver sword in her hand violently. The twilight light flew out from the blade and headed straight for 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 a glorious barrier enveloped the walls of Avender, defending against all external attacks.

The dwarves turned the capstans and started the catapults, throwing barrels filled with gunpowder and liquor into the orcs.

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

The orc light cavalry galloped across the battlefield, dodging the overwhelming arrows and looking for opportunities to shoot and kill the defenders on the city walls.

At the same time, the elven wizards all raised their staffs, demonstrating Serenya's thousands of years of magical heritage.

Scorching flames, extremely cold ice cones, and sacred flames fell from the sky and landed among the orcs. Various colored spell lights reflected each other and appeared above the city wall.

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

In just a few moments, the orc light cavalry who were in the front lost nearly three thousand people, and their corpses littered the battlefield.

“Death is by no means the end. Those who died bravely in battle will gain eternal life in the realm of Father God—the Kingdom of Nishak!
Orc warriors, keep charging! Retake the world for the great Orcs!"

The commander-in-chief's deep and loud voice echoed on the battlefield. Even though there were heavy casualties on the front line, orc light cavalry continued to pour out.

Indeed, as the orcs believed, if they fought well and brought honor to their tribe, Gruumsh would take their souls into the realm of Nishak, the god of the Shura Field.

There, they will spend their afterlife in the armies of Gruumsh, fighting in the constant, interplanar war for supremacy and battling the goblin gods.

But little do they know that every night the orc warriors of the realm of Nishak engage in devastating battle, abandoning diplomacy in favor of a bloody slaughter within, while Gruumsh watches with great interest from his iron fortress.

What's 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.

But at this moment, the orcs were 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 Legion was advancing steadily. They stepped over the corpses of their own people, and the distance between them and the walls of Avendeldan was getting shorter and shorter.

The ferocious beasts charged in a hail of arrows, with giant orcs and ogres carrying huge bone shields leading the way, followed by tens of thousands of orc infantry.

In the sky, giant eagles and vultures domesticated by the orcs circled back and forth, emitting long roars. There were also monsters such as scorpion-tailed lions and wyverns that were attracted by the blood mist.

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

I saw the huge golden dragon appear on the city wall, shaking its wings and swaying its thick tail, as if it was ready to fight back against the orcs' attacks at any time.

The orc chieftain lowered his head and muttered to himself, almost gnawing 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 have to take advantage of this moment of relaxation to solve it!"

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

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

"it is good."

The old shaman groped in the void and took out a piece of folded dried animal skin. He unfolded the 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 stained with blood. It had pierced the beating hearts of countless enemies and even killed a powerful Titan.

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

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

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

The Supreme One-Eye, the Watcher, the One Who Never Sleeps, your humble offspring wants to remove the obstacles to the orcs' conquest, please grant me the power of killing! "

"Boom!"

The thunder roared suddenly, shaking the whole valley.

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

And on his forehead, the one-eyed rune blinked as if alive, revealing an extremely vicious look.

“Thank You, Father God…

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

The orc felt the abundant and violent power in his hands, and suddenly laughed ferociously, spewing out fishy white smoke. He clenched the blood spear in his hand, and the blue veins on his arms bulged out like the roots of an old tree.

"Golden Dragon——

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

"boom!"

In an instant, the air was suddenly torn apart, emitting shrill wails and screams, and the sky seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, leaving a long and narrow dark red scar.

The sky is bleeding!
The blood spear shot up into the sky, creating a perfect arc across a distance of thousands of meters. With terrifying power and dragging endless blood light, it rushed straight towards the huge golden dragon. The trace it left formed a giant spear thousands of meters long.

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

This is the power of Gruumsh!
In their eyes, in the face of such tremendous power, even the golden dragon that was more than 30 meters long seemed so small and vulnerable.

"Master Titus, be careful!"

Rhea stood with her sword in hand. She felt the fishy wind blowing towards her and shouted a warning without paying attention to her scattered silver hair.

"Roar--"

At this moment, the roar of the dragon sounded, even drowning out the whistling 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)