Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Dirty, ignorant orcs!

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

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

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

The golden dragon raised its huge claws, and the sky was torn apart by the raging flames. Several meteors emerged, and they all cut through the sky and fell rapidly in the direction of the blood spear.

The elven wizard Seymour raised his head, his silver-white eyes reflected the firelight, and he muttered to himself: "Mystra, this level of spells, this casting speed...

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

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

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

It was the famous nine-ring spell [Meteor Burst].

The several bright fire meteors cut through the air, making a piercing roar, and their speed became increasingly terrifying, and finally collided directly with the blood spear.

"Boom!"

A huge explosion occurred in the sky, with flickering fire and billowing smoke everywhere, and the spreading shock wave spread to a thousand meters around, making everyone present feel the hot wind blowing on their faces.

However, at this moment -

"Shua!"

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

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

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

Sparks flew everywhere, the space was twisted by the extreme heat, and a scorching hurricane blew.

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

That was the seventh-ring spell [Firestorm]

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

At this moment, its momentum was far less unstoppable than before, and it became much weaker.

But even so, the blood light representing the power of Gruumsh 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 its claw tip.

The eighth-ring spell [Magic Demise]

The green light touched the spear, and instantly disintegrated the blood light attached to its surface. Then, cracks appeared on the spear body made of ebony.

"Crack."

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the blood spear that had been overwhelmed for a long time suddenly dimmed and finally shattered.

Seymour looked up at the fragments in the sky, opened his mouth wide, and said in disbelief: "Great Disintegration? No, this seems to be some kind of more ancient and advanced spell form, is it dragon language magic?

It can be cast instantly at this speed and achieve the effect of Great Disintegration. It is worthy of being a legendary spellcaster!"

"Dawn Dragon!"

"These orcs can't defeat Lord Titus!"

Seymour on the wall was amazed, and the dwarves and elves cheered enthusiastically. At the other end of the battlefield, the orcs were terrified and Batu's face was ashen.

He gritted his teeth, his expression even uglier: "This golden dragon actually has such a spellcasting ability? This is definitely not a coincidence!

It's Bahamut, he is definitely sent by the platinum dragon king! The gods of Mount Heaven may have known our plan!

If the metal dragon's reinforcements come together, even my orc army will not be able to capture Avendeldan."

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

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

Batu raised his eyebrows and did not hide the disdain in his eyes: "You?"

He respected the old shaman who was said to have lived for more than 200 years, because he understood the history and etiquette of the orcs and knew how to communicate with the father god.

If he didn't have the identity of 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 survival law of the orcs. The strong get everything, and the weak lose everything, including life. The disabled, the elderly, and even the weak are usually ruthlessly expelled - even their father, Gruumsh, supports this.

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

Is he old and confused?

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

In these two hundred years, I have witnessed with my own eyes that many tribes on the Wugo grassland attacked each other for those ridiculous resources and kept killing each other. Hunting grounds, streams, and even an insignificant sheep, in this barren land, this is enough for two clans to bloodbath each other.

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

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

I looked at the blood on my hands and looked up at the stars, and I couldn't help but ask this question - why?

Why do such a large number of orcs only deserve to have such barren land? Hundreds of thousands of orcs have to fight each other in order to compete for those pitiful resources. "

He turned his head, looked at the majestic Avendeldan in the distance, and stretched out his trembling fingers: "But 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 stared at Batu Shattered Skull. His turbid eyes, which were always as plain as dead water, rarely showed the greed and rage common to orcs.

For a moment, Batu was in a trance. He seemed to see a young, powerful and ambitious orc leader appearing 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 relics of the ancient orc empire, and I found that all of them were tests given to us by the great Father God Gruumsh.

Barren resources, harsh environment, and ferocious beasts are just to make us orcs stronger and tougher than other races, and then seize everything that should belong to us from their hands.

But at that time, I was already too old, too old to lift a spear, and only the strongest can stand out from the bloody fight and lead the orcs to conquer the world, that is-"

His still trembling fingers pointed at the Batu Skull in front of him.

"you."

The old shaman continued: "My old life is no longer worth mentioning. It is my wish to be able to use the last remaining energy.

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

Batu Skullbreaker was both surprised and confused. He was surprised that this old shaman who had always been taciturn still had such a past, and he was confused about what the other party meant by "using residual heat".

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

"I will contain that golden dragon. Lord Batu, go ahead and lead the orcs to capture Avendeldan and penetrate the will of God the Father.

To conquer the land that we orcs won is the real revenge! "

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

Batu raised the bloody battle ax in his hand, looked at the huge one-eye pattern in the sky, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Attack!

Neither the humble dwarves, those fragile pointed ears, nor the golden-skinned lizards in the sky can stop the orcs from conquering!

attack! We orcs have no way out! "

"Woo——"

The horn made of leg bones blew again, and the long sound spread across the battlefield. Inspired by the one-eyed symbol, the orcs' offensive became even more fierce.

"Great Father God give us strength!"

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

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

But the magic of the shamans is not omnipotent. As long as they relax even a little bit, the barrier they create will be destroyed by light arrows, spells and the exploding barrels of the dwarves, and none of the orcs behind them will be spared.

But even if the orcs in front die, the orcs in the back will still desperately fill in, stepping on the warm bodies of their comrades with dripping blood flowing and keep moving forward.

"Death is not the end!"

“God the Father is watching over us in the Kingdom of Nishak!”

Half-beast giants and ogres kept hitting the heavy door of Avendeldan, letting arrows, short spears and various fire spells pour down from the city wall.

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

Ed's expression was solemn. He looked at the orcs crowded under the city, and looked at the mysterious one-eyed pattern in the sky: "What is that?

But there was no time to worry. At this time, the half-animal giants and ogres were constantly hitting the city gate, and the dwarves were already somewhat powerless.

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

The giant fell to the ground with a crash, and the dwarf king immediately shouted: "Your Excellency Titus!"

The scorching hurricane swept through, and the golden dragon appeared in the sky again, casting a huge shadow, causing countless orcs to raise their heads with fear on their faces.

"Orcs, your endless greed disgusts me!

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

"boom--"

The golden dragon waved its wings above the city wall, spitting out endless flame dragon breath. The raging flames instantly swept hundreds of orcs into it.

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

The orcs' arrows and short spears have no effect on this huge golden dragon, but the blazing dragon flames can kill people.

The golden dragon flapped its wings, whipping up scorching gusts of wind, and continued to climb higher, preparing to dive.

But at this moment, a roar came from far away.

"Golden Dragon——"

A huge, vague 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 in it, forming a twisted and complex body.

Orc Spirit.

This is an ancient secret method that uses the power of Idras, the orc god of death, to bring together soldiers who died on the battlefield to create terrifying killing monsters.

At the head of the orc spirit is the old shaman. At this time, he is curled up in the sewn body, his eyes are red and his eyes are extremely fanatical.

“Golden Dragon, after enduring thousands of years of barrenness and bloodshed, the orcs deserve the world!

We have passed the test of God the Father, and no one can stop the orcs' great conquest! "

The rotting orcs dragged billowing black smoke and slowly flew into the sky, confronting the golden dragon in the air.

Cassius said righteously: "Orcs, the broken spiritual body sewn together, this is what you rely on? What a dirty and ugly thing!"

Flames spurted out, but the huge rotting orc stretched out its pale palms and spewed out poisonous smoke, covering the sky and temporarily resisting the terrifying breath.

Immediately afterwards, the orc spirit looked up to the sky and roared, rushing towards the golden dragon in the distance: "I am the incarnation of the will of countless orcs for thousands of years!"

"Ouch——"

Shrill wails and roars came from the black fog, and thunderous muffled sounds continued one after another.

The dwarves, elves and orcs on the ground could only see the huge figure shuttled among them, struggling with each other.

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

After all, he didn't know what kind of back-ups Gruumsh had. It wouldn't be good if he acted rashly, attracted the true god's attention, and lost this dragon-blood incarnation in vain.

On the ground, without the threat of the golden dragon, the orcs' offensive became more fierce, rushing towards the city wall one after another.

Under the command of King Ed, the elite warriors of dwarves and elves also fought hard to face the enemy. Warhammers and swords danced together, and the blood of orcs covered the city walls.

At this moment, the ground trembled again, and the Wasteland Land Dragon was seen galloping on the ground, while the chief of the Red Fang Tribe, Batu Skullbreaker, was roaring with a battle axe.

"Crush these weak dwarves and elves! Occupy their cities and plunder everything they have! Revenge them!" (End of Chapter)