Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"What is that?"

"Moradin, it's a dragon! And a golden dragon!"

"I have never seen such a huge and beautiful dragon. It looks like a statue made of gold!"

"Is this our reinforcement?"

The golden dragon appeared in the sky. The dwarves on the city wall all raised their heads, full of surprise, and even temporarily forgot the orcs' offensive.

The orcs also noticed this uninvited guest, and they were also shocked to find that the golden dragon was swooping down on them.

-The face with whiskers was particularly majestic, and the pupils were like a molten pool of gold, boiling with anger.

The orcs' officers and shamans suddenly felt a terrible aura pressing on their shoulders, and they shouted in fear.

"It's a golden dragon!"

"This guy might be an ally of the dwarves! Quick, shoot down this damn golden lizard!"

Hearing the order, the orcs hastily raised the rough bows in their hands and shot arrows at the golden dragon in the sky.

However, in front of this giant dragon covered in golden scales, the orcs looked so weak and powerless, and most of them staggered and fell down.

Even if they hit the target, the arrows could not leave even a trace on the hard scales.

The golden dragon looked down at the groups of orcs below, and the anger in his vertical pupils became even stronger.

He slowly opened his mouth, and the flames surged again in his throat and chest, as if there was a scorching sun hidden in his body.

"Father God Gruumsh, that dragon is coming!"

"How to stop it?"

"Get down quickly!"

"Be careful, that's dragon flame!"

Under the focused gaze of the orcs' fear, the golden dragon spread its long wings and swooped down.

The huge shadow cast by the dragon covered the city wall, including hundreds of dwarves and orcs, and with the flapping of its wings, a howling hurricane swept in.

"Boom--"

The sound of air bursting sounded, a strong heat wave rushed in the face, and a blazing flame poured out of the golden dragon's mouth.

Almost in an instant, the orcs crowded outside the city were surrounded by flames, and even the ladders on the city wall were burning, and hundreds of orcs screamed and fell.

"No!"

"It's so hot! Damn it, my whole body is burning!"

"Father God Gruumsh! Where did this golden dragon come from!"

The orcs struggled and wailed in the raging dragon flames, and their clothes and leather armor made of wild animal hair burned and were burned black.

"No, no, I haven't set foot on Avendeldan yet, and I haven't enslaved the dwarves yet"

"Father God, I don't want to die here!"

Under the burning of the fire, the remaining orcs were already in a trance, kneeling to the sky and begging for mercy.

However, the golden dragon did not stop.

"Ah--"

A loud roar sounded, echoing among the mountains of the Blackrock Mountains, even drowning out the orcs' painful wails.

This dragon, which looked like the god of death to the orcs, glided along the walls of Avenderdan, continuously spewing out hot flames.

Outside the walls of Avenderdan, a sea of ​​fire stretched for hundreds of meters, with ashes flying everywhere, wildfires everywhere, heat waves twisting the air, and gray flames filling the battlefield.

The golden dragon climbed and circled again and again, and finally dived for hundreds of meters, spewing dragon flames until all the orcs outside the city were burned to ashes.

In just over ten minutes, tens of thousands of orcs were ruthlessly devoured by the dragon flames, and the charred bodies piled up into hills.

"Moradin above"

"The orc siege troops were destroyed just like that"

"How fortunate! It seems that this strange golden dragon is an ally of our mountain kingdom."

On the city wall, the surviving dwarves looked at the orcs burned by the flames, feeling relieved and surprised at the dragon's overwhelming power.

They raised their heads again. The blood mist and black clouds created by the orc shaman had been burned by the flames, and the sun reappeared.

Beams of sunlight shone down, and the scales of the huge golden dragon shone brightly, and the surface seemed to be coated with a layer of sacred light.

Even the dwarf warriors, who were always vulgar, were shocked by the scene and opened their mouths wide. They couldn't speak for a while and could only make a "wow" sound.

And Bjorn, the oldest and most knowledgeable, raised his head, his throat trembling, his tone extremely excited, and even his gray beard was shaking slightly.

"My fellow countrymen, it was this distinguished and righteous guest who saved Avendeldan and our mountain kingdom!

He raised the scepter in his hand: "He is the dawn of dawn"

"Dawn Dragon!"

"Praise this powerful golden dragon!"

The dwarf warriors followed Bjorn and cheered for the special reinforcement in the sky, and the sound shook the sky.

The golden dragon in the sky waved its wavy wings and nodded slightly, as if to greet the dwarf allies on the city wall.

On the battlefield under the city wall, facing the spreading dragon flames, the orc shamans panicked and could not concentrate.

And the bound Ed finally found an opportunity. He broke free from the shamans' divine chains and a gleam of light burst out of his eyes.

"Dirty descendants of Gruumsh! "

The dwarf king raised his war hammer high, the sound was sharp, like thunder, countless broken rocks gathered together and floated in the sky.

"Look, the flames of the golden dragon are burning, and your brutal army is reduced to ashes"

The orc shamans kept shaking their heads, looking horrified.

"No, it's impossible! Father God has covered the eyes of the gods, and the reinforcements from Heaven Mountain will not notice this place at all!"

"Damn it, this golden dragon didn't appear in the one-eyed prophecy at all. It definitely doesn't belong to us..."

However, Ed looked around at the orc shamans with anger in his eyes.

The dwarf king suddenly swung down his war hammer and let out a righteous roar: "This is your fate!

In the face of the mighty force that represents justice and order, you dirty, cruel orcs are completely vulnerable! "

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, those huge rocks fell to the ground like meteorites, raising dust all over the sky and causing the ground to roar.

The orc shamans who were running away had no power to fight back and were easily smashed into meat patties by the falling boulders.

Only one orc shaman turned his body into black smoke and escaped the impact of the rock, but Ed came to him with just a big jump.

The orc shaman laughed crazily, clutched the bone staff tightly, and muttered: "No, it's useless, even the giant dragon can't resist Gruumsh's blood spear!

King of the dwarves, remember that Avendeldan will eventually become the fortress of the orcs, and the dwarves will eventually become the slaves of the orcs! "

Ed laughed angrily, swung his war hammer, and his voice trembled with anger: "You are looking for death!"

"Bang!"

Ed smashed the fragile head of the orc shaman with a hammer, causing fresh blood and sticky brain to splash all over.

The dwarf king spun among the orcs, setting off a powerful sandstorm, dancing the warhammer like a tiger, and causing the orcs to scream in agony.

"Little one, I'm going to trample you to death!"

The extremely strong half-beast giant, nearly five meters tall, rushed forward menacingly, carrying a bone club.

But Ed swung his warhammer and smashed his knees into pieces, causing the half-beast giant to kneel on the ground wailing.

Immediately afterwards, this seemingly insignificant dwarf suddenly jumped up, raised his war hammer, and smashed the huge head mercilessly.

"Bang!"

Ed stood up slowly. His body was soaked in the blood of the orcs, and the war hammer was stained with blood and still hung with pieces of meat.

There was not a single living orc within a hundred meters around him.

In just a moment, a dozen orc shamans and hundreds of elite orc warriors responsible for containing the dwarf king were wiped out.

——This is the strong strength of "Lord of the Mountain" Ed Klein.

Ed stood in a pool of blood, raised the war hammer in his hand, and screamed in the direction of the city wall of Avendeldan.

"My people! The orcs' conspiracy will never succeed, and Moradin's sacred light will shine on this land forever!

Follow me to counterattack!

Drive Gruumsh's filthy sons from this land! "

After the shouting, Ed looked at the giant dragon in the sky, nodded gratefully to the mysterious visitor, and greeted him from a distance.

The dwarf king couldn't imagine how the dwarves would have been able to withstand the orcs' offensive without this golden dragon who came rashly and when he was plotted.

"Dumathon, the great shield dwarf god, bless you! It's His Majesty Ed!"

"Moradin, I know your Majesty will not lose easily!"

"Counterattack!"

"Drive the orcs back to the north!"

Seeing the king forcefully fighting his way out of the orcs, the dwarves in Avendeldan were furious.

Under the leadership of Ed, the dwarves poured out of the city. They wielded warhammers and swords and pursued the remaining orc troops.

After experiencing the dragon's breath bombardment by the golden dragon, these orcs had long lost their fighting spirit. They could only be driven by the dwarves and fled towards the base camp in the north, exhausted.

The tens of thousands of orcs' vanguard troops were completely wiped out.

The dwarves cheered on the charred land covered with orc corpses, celebrating this hard-won victory.

"Long live Moradin!"

"The mountain kingdom will never fall!"

"Praise this strange and special guest! Our victory cannot be achieved without his help!"

They chanted the names of the dwarf gods, praised their king, and expressed their gratitude to the "Dragon of Dawn."

Path of Glory, Orc Tombstone.

Vultures circled in the sky, making hoarse cries.

This forward position that once resisted the invasion of the orcs has now become the headquarters of the Red Blood Tribe, with hundreds of thousands of orcs gathered here.

On the towering back of the land dragon in the wasteland, on the throne made of thick bones, Batu Skull-Shatter narrowed his eyes slightly and his face was twisted and ferocious.

"coward."

In the distance, the defeated remnants of the orc vanguard were seen fleeing. Their faces were frightened and haggard, and their bodies were in tatters and had burnt marks.

"Who is it? Who allowed you to escape from the battlefield?"

Batu slowly stood up from the Bone Throne and looked down at the defeated soldiers with unconcealable sullenness in his voice.

"Lord Batu.

It's a golden dragon! A strange golden dragon attacked us!

Our vanguard was about to capture Avendeldan, but a golden dragon suddenly broke in and breathed out dragon flames."

When the leading orc officer saw the chief in the distance, he quickly knelt down to beg for mercy and kowtowed loudly, causing blood to flow from his forehead.

"Golden dragon?"

Batu narrowed his one eye slightly, frowned, and a strange light appeared in the empty eye socket.

According to the will of the Father God, the gods of Mount Heaven have been temporarily blinded and cannot send reinforcements for several days - this is not in his plan.

But then, Batu's expression suddenly became extremely furious, and his cold voice was like thunder: "This is not a reason for you to run away!

The great Father God Gewushi said: Those who are too weak to fight for your tribe should be pierced with spears."

Suddenly, the orc officer looked desperate, his legs were weak, and he wanted to struggle, or even escape again.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that there were orcs in the north and dwarves in the south, and he had nowhere to escape.

"No, no

Lord Batu, I fought for the orcs, I killed goblins for you in the Ugo grassland, and in..."

But Batu didn't have the patience to listen to their explanations. The orc chieftain raised the giant axe in his hand and chopped it down diagonally.

"Shua——"

A streak of blood flashed across the sky, and hundreds of fresh orc heads flew up in unison, with blood gushing into the sky.

The orcs who fled from the south were all killed here by their chieftain, without any mercy.

Watching this bloody scene, tens of thousands of orcs were silent, and the air was stagnant.

Batu jumped off the back of the dragon beast, picked up the still warm head on the ground, raised it high, and showed it to all the orcs.

"See? This is the fate of deserters!

These cowards are not qualified to enter the country of Nishak, their souls will rot and stink, and they will be abandoned forever in an uninhabited place!

Remember, orcs are always plunderers, and we must make the enemy feel fear from the soul!"

Batu threw away the head and crushed it, then raised his arm and shouted, and his single eye was filled with fanatical and irritable light.

"The one-eyed god is always watching you. All your crimes are extremely conspicuous in his eyes, and the greatest sin among them is cowardice!"

For Father God Gruumsh! Conquer and kill our enemies!"

"For Father God Gruumsh!"

"These cowards who fled from the battlefield deserve it! "

Under Batu's instigation, hundreds of thousands of orcs raised their spears and swords, shouted enthusiastically, and their words were full of contempt for these defeated soldiers.

They agreed with Batu's words very much.

In the orc clan, the Church of Gruumsh not only has the responsibility to spread the faith, but also is responsible for eliminating sick, weak, lame or incompetent members in the tribe.

-regardless of their age and status.

Survival of the fittest, the strong survive, and the weak will only be ruthlessly eliminated and become food for wild beasts. This is the general concept of the orcs.

And Batu jumped to the top of the cliff, overlooking the fanatical orcs, and then looked to the south, his one eye full of ambition. (End of this chapter)