"Filthy, foolish orc!

Who gave you the courage and confidence to challenge a golden dragon? "

Under the focus of countless eyes, Titus spread out his undulating wings that extended to the tip of his tail, and an unimaginable magical power suddenly released from his huge dragon body.

In an instant, a hurricane surged, and the majestic tide of magic spread rapidly.

The golden dragon raised its giant claws, and the sky was torn apart by raging flames. Several meteors emerged, streaking across the sky and falling rapidly in the direction of the blood spear.

The Elf Mage Seymour raised his head, his silver eyes reflecting the light of fire, and he muttered to himself: "Mystra, a spell of this level, with such a casting speed...

Legendary spellcaster, this golden dragon is a legendary spellcaster!"

After all, this was the continent of Fianso. Unlike the North, no one here would deliberately block knowledge related to magic. Even high-level spells were not uncommon in this land.

Many of the elves and dwarf spellcasters present even recognized the spells cast by the golden dragon at a glance.

That is the famous nine-ring spell [Meteor Storm]

Several brilliant fire meteors cut through the air, making a piercing roar, and their speed became increasingly terrifying, eventually colliding directly with the blood spear.

"boom!"

There was a huge explosion in the sky, with flickering fire and billowing smoke everywhere. The spreading shock wave spread to a distance of thousands of meters around, making everyone present feel a scorching wind blowing in their faces.

But at this moment——

"Shh!"

The whistling sound of breaking wind sounded again, and the sharp blood spear instantly broke through the smoke and rushed forward with unstoppable momentum, like a skilled assassin, catching people off guard.

But Cassius had already prepared himself for the subsequent attacks. He knew very well that this nine-ring spell alone could not stop the blood spear blessed by Gruumsh, but could only reduce it slightly.

The golden dragon opened its huge mouth and roared like thunder again.

Sparks were seen flying everywhere, the space was distorted by the extreme heat, and a scorching hurricane was blowing.

Several whirlpools of surging flames appeared in front of the golden dragon, blocking the blood spear's path. They connected with each other and gradually formed a huge curtain of flames.

That is the seventh level spell [Flame Storm]

There was another series of explosions, sparks flew everywhere, thick smoke filled the sky, and the blood spear finally pierced out from the surging flames.

At this moment, its momentum is far less unstoppable than before and has become much weaker.

But even so, the blood light representing Gruumsh's divine power still lingered on its sharp tip, piercing everything in front of it.

The golden dragon stared at the oncoming blood spear, grinned, raised its giant claw, and an inconspicuous green light shot out from the tip of its claw.

Eighth Ring Spell [Magic Withering]

When the green light touched the spear, the blood on its surface instantly dissipated. Then, cracks appeared on the ebony spear body.

"Click."

With a crisp sound, the blood spear that had already been unable to bear the heavy burden suddenly dimmed and finally shattered.

Seymour looked up at the debris in the sky, opened his mouth wide, and said in disbelief: "The Great Disintegration? No, this seems to be some kind of more ancient and advanced spell, is it Dragon Language Magic?
He can cast it instantly at such a speed and still achieve the effect of a great disintegration spell. He is indeed a legendary spellcaster!"

"Dawn Dragon!"

"These orcs can't defeat Master Titus!"

Seymour on the city wall was amazed, the dwarves and elves cheered loudly, but on the other side of the battlefield, the orcs had fear in their eyes and Batu's face was livid.

He gnashed his teeth, his expression becoming even uglier: "This golden dragon actually has such a spellcasting ability? This is definitely not a coincidence!
It's Bahamut, he must have been sent by the Platinum Dragon King! The gods of Mount Heaven may have known our plan!
If the reinforcements of the metal dragons arrive, even my orc army will not be able to capture Avenderdan."

Batu's expression suddenly changed, and his face became extremely solemn: "We can't wait any longer!"

The old shaman came to his side, coughed softly, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Master Batu, I can hold back the golden dragon."

Batu raised his eyebrows, not disguising the disdain in his eyes: "You?"

He had great respect for this old shaman who was said to be over 200 years old, because he knew a lot about the history and etiquette of the orcs and was able to communicate with the Father God.

If it weren't for his identity as a shaman, this old orc with limited mobility would have been expelled from the tribe long ago and become food for vultures on the prairie.

This is the law of survival for the orcs. The strong get everything, and the weak lose everything, including their lives. The disabled, the elderly, and even the cowardly are usually driven out without mercy - even their father god, Gruumsh, supports this.

The old, frail and staggering orc shaman in front of him was obviously unable to defeat the powerful golden dragon.

Is he getting senile?

The old shaman didn't care about Batu's contemptuous look, but just smiled nonchalantly: "Master Batu, you know, I have lived for two hundred years.

During these two hundred years, I witnessed with my own eyes the many tribes on the Wugo grasslands attacking and killing each other for those ridiculous resources. Hunting grounds, streams, and even an insignificant sheep, in this barren land, are enough to become a reason for two clans to slaughter each other.

Haha, my son died at the hands of a certain clan, just because he poached a rabbit. A few years later, I killed the chief of that clan with my own hands, and killed all the other clan members, but I didn't hate him, nor did I feel that I had avenged my death.

This is just a normal thing in our orc society, as natural as an eagle hunting a rabbit or a wolf chasing a goat.

I looked at the blood on my hands, looked up at the starry sky, and couldn't help but ask this question - why?
Why are such a large number of orcs only worthy of such a barren land? Hundreds of thousands of orcs have to fight each other for those pitiful resources. "

He turned his head and looked at the majestic Avundaldan in the distance, and stretched out a trembling finger: "However, the dwarves, humans, and elves in the south can enjoy such fertile land with peace of mind. Why?"

Finally, the old shaman turned his head and looked at Batu Skullbreaker. His turbid eyes, which were usually as calm as dead water, revealed the greed and violence that were common among orcs.

For a moment, Batu was in a trance. He seemed to see a young, strong and ambitious orc leader appear in front of him - just like him now.

The old shaman continued, his tone becoming more and more excited: "So, I kept searching for the remains of the ancient orc empire, and I found that all of this was a test given to us by the great father god Gruumsh.

The poor resources, harsh environment, and ferocious beasts are all meant to make us orcs stronger and more resilient than other races, so that we can take away everything that should belong to us from them.

But by then, I was too old to lift the spear, and only the strongest could stand out from the bloody battle and lead the orcs to conquer the world, that is -"

His still trembling fingers pointed at Batu Skullbreaker in front of him. "You."

The old shaman continued, "My life is not worth mentioning anymore, and my wish is to make use of the last bit of my remaining energy.

And you, Lord Batu, with the blood of Gruumsh still flowing in your body, you will bring a new future to the orcs."

Batu.Skull-Broken was both surprised and puzzled. He was surprised that this usually taciturn old shaman had such a past, and puzzled about what the other party meant by "making use of the remaining energy".

But the old shaman smiled, reached into his chest and took out his bloody heart.

"I will contain the golden dragon, Lord Batu, go and lead the orcs to capture Avendeldan and carry out the will of the Father God.
To conquer the lands won by us orcs is the true revenge!"

The heart in his hand was still beating, and the blood in his chest continued to flow, gradually surging into the sky, condensing into a one-eyed pattern in the sky.

Batu raised the blood-red battle axe in his hand, looked at the huge one-eyed pattern in the sky, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Attack!
Neither the lowly dwarves, nor those fragile pointy ears, nor the golden-skinned lizards in the sky can stop the orcs' march of conquest!
Attack! We orcs have no way to retreat!"

"Woo——"

The horn made of leg bones sounded again, and the long sound spread throughout the battlefield. Under the inspiration of the one-eyed symbol, the orcs' offensive became more fierce.

"Great Father God, grant us strength!"

"Every orc is qualified to pursue glory and blood. This is the supreme power given to us by Father God!"

Under the protection of the blood curtain created by the shamans, the orc army steadily advanced under the fierce bombardment of the elves and dwarves and arrived at the city of Avender.

But the shamans' magic is not omnipotent. If they relax for a moment, the barriers they create will be destroyed by light arrows, spells and the dwarves' explosive barrels, and no orcs behind them will be spared.

But even if all the orcs in front were killed, the orcs behind would still fill in at all costs, stepping on the still warm bodies of their comrades dripping with blood and continuing to move forward.

“Death is not the end!”

"Father God is watching us in the Nishak kingdom!"

The orcs, giants and ogres continued to bang against the heavy gates of Avundaldan, allowing arrows, spears and various fire spells to pour down from the city walls.

If they were allowed to break through the city walls and hundreds of thousands of orcs poured into Avendeldan, the consequences would be disastrous.

Ed looked solemn. He looked at the orcs crowded under the city and the mysterious one-eyed pattern in the sky: "What is that?
But there was no time to worry, as the giants and ogres were constantly banging on the city gates, and the dwarves were already somewhat overwhelmed.

Ed took the bow and arrow from his back, raised his hand lightly and shot directly through the head of a half-beast giant.

The giant fell to the ground with a thud, and the dwarf king shouted, "Sir Titus!"

A scorching hurricane swept in, and the golden dragon appeared again in the sky, casting a huge shadow, causing countless orcs to look up in fear.

“Orcs, your greed knows no bounds and it disgusts me!

Avendeldan will never become your territory, the continent of Fianso will only be ruled by a kinder and more lawful race, and I will give you - fire and death! "

"boom--"

The golden dragon flapped its wings above the city wall, spewing out endless flaming dragon breath. The surging flames instantly swept hundreds of orcs into it.

In just a moment, the orcs under the city were burned into charred flesh and blood, emitting thick gray smoke.

The orcs' arrows and spears had no effect on this huge golden dragon, but the scorching dragon flames could kill people.

The golden dragon flapped its wings, stirring up a scorching gale, and continued to climb higher and higher, preparing to dive.

But at this moment, a roar came from a distance.

"Golden Dragon——"

A huge, blurry orc-like giant covered in rotting and peeling green flesh appeared in the sky.

The souls and bodies of countless orcs who died in battle were imprisoned inside, forming that twisted and complex body.

Orc spirit.

This is an ancient secret method that uses the power of the orc god of death, Idros, to gather together the soldiers who died on the battlefield and create a terrible killing monster.

At the head of the orc spirit was the old shaman. He was curled up in this stitched body, his eyes were red and his look was extremely fanatical.

“Golden Dragon, after enduring thousands of years of poverty and bloodshed, the orcs deserve the world!
We have passed the test of the Father God, and no one can stop the orcs' great conquest!"

The rotten orc dragged billowing black smoke and slowly flew high into the sky, confronting the golden dragon in mid-air.

Cassius said righteously: "Orcs, this is what you rely on, a broken body that has been stitched together? It is a dirty and ugly thing!"

Flames gushed out, but the huge, rotten orc stretched out its pale palms and spewed out poisonous smoke, covering the sky and temporarily resisting the terrible breath.

Then, the orc spirit howled to the sky and rushed towards the golden dragon in the distance: "I am the embodiment of the will of countless orcs over thousands of years!"

"Ow—"

Scary wails and roars came from the black fog, along with thunderous rumbles.

The dwarves, elves, and orcs on the ground could only see the huge figure moving around and fighting with each other.

In reality, this monster composed of orc souls and corpses was indeed difficult to deal with, but Cassius was also deliberately dealing with him, creating the illusion that he was fighting with all his might.

After all, he didn't know what kind of backup plan Geumus had. If he acted rashly and attracted the attention of the true god, losing this dragon blood incarnation in vain would not be good.

On the ground, without the threat of the golden dragon, the orcs' attack became more fierce, and they rushed towards the city wall one after another.

Under King Eddard's command, the elite warriors of the dwarves and elves also fought hard to meet the enemy. Hammers and swords danced together, and the blood of the orcs covered the city walls.

At this moment, the ground began to tremble again, and the Wasteland Land Dragon was seen galloping on the land, and the chief of the Red Fang Tribe, Batu Skullbreaker, was holding a battle axe and roaring.

"Crush these weak dwarves and elves! Occupy their cities and plunder everything they have! Take revenge on them!" (End of this chapter)