Throne of the North

The northern part of the Kingdom of Andara.

On a mountain peak stirred by a cold wind, the top of the mountain here is covered with snow, which has not melted for hundreds of years. Hernan is wearing a king's robe, his eyes are cold, and he stands on the top of the mountain filled with endless anger.

He looked south, and the anger that gradually erupted frightened the monster behind him with the body of a werewolf and the head of Baron Williams.

"Your Highness..."

He called, but since His Highness Hernan's will took over, he became even more frightened.

His voice seemed to arouse a switch in Hernan's body. His Royal Highness gritted his teeth and said ferociously as if he was biting something:

"That's my throne, that's my kingdom, I'm the king of this land."

"Damn Dawn, damn McReynolds, how dare you steal my throne, steal my land and build a kingdom!"

"What's mine, it's all mine! That seat should have been for me, not that bastard of McPherson's blood!!!"

"This is my kingdom, my kingdom, and no one will be allowed to blaspheme it."

"I will take back everything that belongs to me..."

His roaring voice gradually became hoarse and echoed on the top of the mountain. The sea of ​​clouds above his head seemed to feel his emotions. Amidst the turbulent wind and clouds, a huge shadow enveloped the earth.

Boom! ! !

More than a dozen peaks collapsed, and a road was exposed, and then the black and ferocious warthog orcs appeared behind Hernan, prostrate on the ground in awe in front of him.

Once upon a time, there were many alien groups on this land who served the great being Surtur. Most of them were submerged and frozen in the disaster that came from the north, but a small number of them persisted and developed. A powerful tribe.

Warthog Orcs are one of them.

"Take back my land and kingdom!"

Hernan's voice became non-male and non-female, as if there was another being speaking with his will. All the orcs who heard it were crazy about their own blood, and they went towards the territory of Andala Kingdom in the south to kill. .

…

Fingers crossed that Hernan up north stirs things up, brings the gridlock back here, and allows himself to pluck the legendary factor?

Commander Farrell felt that this matter was more difficult than robbing Otto's wealth. Previously, Pastor Soto had shattered the god of the Twilight Heaven alone. Now there was not only Commander Eiffel, but also a red priest. Clothes.

As long as Hernan isn't stupid...

Bang bang bang! ! !

Ryan knocked on the door of Captain Farrell and looked at the leader of the Violent Elephant Legion with bright eyes.

"Just yesterday, the orcs from the north moved south. Hundreds of thousands of orcs invaded the border of the Kingdom of Andara. Their leader is Hernan."

"yesterday?"

Commander Farrell was a little shocked. This was not the day when King McPherson of the Kingdom of Andara was crowned.

"Yes, yesterday, our His Majesty Hernan still had such hope, which was unexpected."

Farrell's eyes lit up, but was stopped by Ryan.

"We still don't know whether Hernan is incompetent and furious or really confident. Now we need to wait."

"If it is a pure orc invasion, the Holy See may not give much support, but if Representative Hernan invades, the Yulong Legion may take action directly."

"The outcome of the war between dawn and dusk will determine whether it is an opportunity."

Commander Farrell nodded, then looked at Ryan.

"Why do you care so much, Baron Lane?"

Ryan laughed, looked at the legion commander in front of him and said:

"Knight Farrell, you don't think that you are the only one qualified to receive the gift of legend, do you? What if I am the biggest winner in this legendary dispute?"

Farrell's eyes widened, then he shook his head in disbelief.

"Only the extraordinary ones at the peak of the Holy Domain are qualified to touch that flash of inspiration. Do you have the Peak Holy Domain under your control?"

Is there any other way to say this? Ryan blinked, but it didn't matter, he had the panel.

He has not forgotten that during the war in Beifeng Province, he gained a little bit of the power of 'ashes'.

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Under the threat of the north, no matter what kind of land it is, the direction of the south is always warm and yearning.

So after the orcs destroyed a large area of ​​hundreds of miles of land, the Kingdom of Andara still did not organize an army for defense.

There are three reasons.

The first one is naturally that no one would have thought that the orcs would suddenly invade south.

The second is that there are too many problems in the royal family of the Kingdom of Andala. As a result, the royal family is still immersed in the death of the old king, the turmoil of the royal family, and the new king has just been crowned. It has not been a day. Power cannot be transferred to every inch of land so quickly.

The third and most important thing is that the previous wars consumed too many resources and people. Now that spring plowing is just around the corner, the nobles no longer trust the royal family, and the nobles also need population to ease the impact of the war on their territories. All losses.

You know, after fighting for so long, the nobles suffered huge losses, but after the king died and the war ended, they gained nothing.

The huge deficit made the nobles feel numb. Even if the king's order came, how many troops could they muster to fight against the orcs in the past few days?

Not to mention anything else, the extraordinary legions of various nobles suffered heavy losses.

"Your Majesty, let the Yulong Legion fight against the Warthog Orcs. There really is no army left to assemble in our territory."

The nobles cried in front of the king, which convinced the young Macpherson that it was true. He never thought that this was actually the result of his own power as a king no longer being majestic.

He went to the Vatican, Cardinal Raymond.

The Holy See needed to re-establish the kingdom of Andala, and after consideration, it still did not reject the king's request.

Soon, the Feathered Dragon Legion set out to the north to help the believers of Dawn fight against evil.

This legion is powerful and extremely fast. The extraordinary legion composed of sub-dragons can crush more than 99% of the extraordinary soldiers. In less than half an hour, more than 3,000 feather dragons and feather dragon knights appeared. The orc-infested battlefield to the north.

"Kill them all!"

Eiffel did not bring out all the feathered dragons, because the consumption would be huge. He believed that three thousand feathered dragon legion soldiers were enough to deal with the hundreds of thousands of invading orcs.

The answer doesn't seem to go too far. Three thousand feathered dragons plus the feathered dragon knights who unleashed divine magic slaughtered the running warthog orcs on the ground wantonly. They fell from the sky and took them away every time they took off again. The lives of hundreds of warthog orcs.

This is the Feathered Dragon Legion, one of the Ten Extraordinary Legions of the Holy See. Their existence has made countless powerful beings on the continent despair. In front of the Feathered Dragon Legion, double-digit dragons have fallen.

One by one, feathered dragons descended from the sky. Their huge bodies were a symbol of their power. Three thousand feathered dragons continued to fall and fly on this land. They were more powerful than hundreds of thousands of warthog orcs, covering the sky and the sun.

The orcs were no match at all, and this scene made everyone behind Hernan in the distance look ugly.

"Your Highness, the Yulong Legion has set a record of cutting off volcanoes. They are far more powerful than these warthog orcs."

Williams said this. If Hernan hadn't been in front of him, he would have been ready to run away. With three thousand feathered dragon soldiers and the legendary leader of the Eiffel Army, he wouldn't have survived for five minutes.

He had already experienced the gap between legend and legend before with Pastor Soto.

"What are you worried about?"

Hernan turned his head and stared at the skeletal Baron Williams, who was lying on the ground in awe.

"The power of the Lord is watching here. Even if all the Yulong Legions are dispatched, they will not be the opponent of the Great Twilight!"

After Hernan finished speaking, he took a step forward. He was already above the sky. The sunset glow was like fire, and then burned the entire sky in an instant. The sea of ​​clouds turned into flames and fell down. It was like a scene of the end of the world. It's a swarm of meteors on the earth.

The flames of dusk covered thousands of warthog orcs, and also fell on the corpses of the dead orcs, so the corpses turned into ashes, and the remaining warthog orcs, one by one Roaring to the sky, the howl of their pupils spread far across the earth, frightening countless lives.

"The great evening will visit His people."

Hernan murmured in a low voice, and on the battlefield in the distance, a warthog orc suddenly went crazy and killed other orcs around him. Sharp bone blades grew out of his arms. In just ten seconds, he Hundreds of strong warthog orcs died in front of him.

The dead corpse was swallowed up by the dusk flames, and then completely submerged into his body. The bones in the warthog orc's body were constantly broken and reorganized, and the flesh and blood swelled at the same time.

Gradually, in the flames of dusk, a huge warthog orc, seven or eight meters tall with four snow-white tusks, walked out of the flames. The bones on his body were knotted into hard armor, and behind him Huge bone wings grew out and were arranged up and down on his back, flapping him up into the sky.

His arms were a bit scary, four to five meters long. The surface of the bone armor above was covered with dense barbs. As the warthog orc roared towards the feathered dragon in the distance, he headed directly towards the feathered dragon. Rushed over.

On the earth, under dusk, in the flames, huge warthog orcs were reborn in this way, becoming the followers of dusk, and killed Yulong.

"The power of the Lord is really too powerful."

Williams was extremely shocked. These violent warthog orcs were fully capable of fighting against those feathered dragons, and under the crazy attack, those feathered dragons finally shed blood.

"Come on, too!"

Hernan suddenly turned his head and said to a bunch of strange things behind him. These followers did not dare to refuse and rushed towards the battlefield one by one.

There are banshees hiding in the mist, lizardmen holding spears, tall and violent goblins, dwarves wrapped in rock armor, and undead and lichs exuding deathly aura among them. There were even several gray-skinned elves holding long bows and rapiers.

They are all believers of Dusk, to be precise, they are slaves of Surtur. They have different races. The only thing they have in common is that they are all much stronger and more powerful than their normal counterparts.

Each one is at least comparable to the strength of the Golden Knight.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of grotesque beasts attacked the feathered dragon army, leaving only Hernan and a solitary human.

Baron Halfman.

He doesn't need to go up to fight, because it's useless. Any ordinary warthog orc can kill him.

"Damn the Holy See of Dawn, if it weren't for you, how could I have lost my kingdom? I will definitely get my kingdom back."

Hernan ignored Baron Huffman behind him, and roared at the Yulong Legion in the distance with gnashing teeth. Under the watchful eyes of Surtur's power in his body, the tyrannical warthogs fought with the Yulongs on a large scale. There were only a thousand tyrannical warthogs, and they were still at a disadvantage, but they finally had the power to resist.

"A group of heretics also tried to fight against the believers of the dawn?"

Leader of the Eiffel Legion snorted coldly, looking at Baron Williams who appeared in front of him. The next moment, a holy light fell from the sky, and then the Eiffel Legion Leader, whose strength and speed were doubled, went straight to Williams and killed him.

His methods were much more sophisticated and professional than Pastor Soto's. When he was only a few dozen meters away from Williams, he jumped up from the Yulong, and the big sword in his hand was bathed in snow-white light, turning into a sword light of dozens of meters, and chopped directly at Williams.

Feeling the sacred and majestic holy light, Williams was extremely frightened. As a legend, he did not have the heart of a legend. The moment he turned around and wanted to escape, the sword of holy light also accelerated.

"Heretic, die!"

Amid the shouts of the Eiffel Legion Commander, Williams' body was also broken and decomposed under the holy light. In the bloody flames, only a head escaped.

Baron Williams, who finally had a new body, was left with only a head at this moment, but now he had no time to regret it, because the sword light behind him did not end.

The sharp edge made Williams feel that the terrible power was constantly approaching him without looking back. The power of the knight's sword was enough to tear the mountain and break the glacier.

"Your Highness, save me!"

Williams shouted, but Hernan in the distance looked at Williams indifferently until the sword light penetrated from the forehead of the head.

"Waste!"

"You wasted a lot of Dusk's essence, but you are still a waste!"

Surter of Dusk has realized that the legend of this world has changed greatly a hundred years after the Pan-Plane War of Gods, so he no longer cares about Williams' life or death.

Williams still overestimated himself. He did not face the entire Yulong Legion. Just the Eiffel Legion Commander made him unable to survive for more than 30 seconds.

The head was split into two halves and fell on the ground. It was picked up by a warthog orc who survived by chance. He gnawed the head, and the godliness of Dusk in it sank into its body. The next moment, a huge warthog orc over 30 meters tall appeared on the battlefield.

It did not change like those tyrannical orcs. There was no bone on the surface of its body. It was just a huge body, but this hugeness brought it unparalleled strength and vitality.

Eiffel's sword light fell on the warthog giant. In the gushing blood, the warthog giant roared more angrily and moved his arms. His previous weapons were useless like toothpicks. Instead, his arms were like heavy artillery, hitting Eiffel, causing the legend to stagger back in the sky and fall on the back of the feather dragon mount.

"What a strong force."

Eiffel pulled the reins of the feather dragon. The next moment, the holy-level feather dragon raised its head and opened its bloody mouth in an instant. A snow-white holy light rushed towards the warthog giant below.

Facing this scorching holy dragon breath, the warthog giant also showed a humane fear, but still crossed his arms violently in front of him.

The holy breath melted the flesh and blood of the warthog giant's arms, and the hard bones became fragile in front of the holy light. As the breath ended, the warthog giant was shrouded in severe pain. It howled like a great saint, but what it waited for was the huge power of the feather dragon falling from the sky.

Covered by feathers, the claws tore the chest of the warthog giant, then quickly rose into the air and pierced its back from behind.

The bloody warthog orcs' huge vitality could not hold up. How terrible is the power of the Holy Land Feather Dragon? The legendary human knights may not be able to match it.

On the other side, the fight between the Feather Dragon army in the sky and those tyrannical warthog orcs gradually became a winner. Under the dim sky, a series of snow-white divine arts fell. Every time, the Feather Dragon's strength would increase, or melt the flesh and blood of the warthog orcs with the power of breath, or pierce the warthog orcs with sharp feathers like swords with divine power. Of course, the most powerful is the Feather Dragon's physique. As a sub-dragon species, they have stood at the height of life. At the same level, it is difficult for anything to be their enemy.

The war may end here. The commander of the Eiffel Legion has looked in the direction of Hernan, but the latter did not look at him, but turned his head to look at the depths of the North.

On the contrary, Huffman on the mountain was a little nervous, not sure if it was because of the attention of the Eiffel Legion Commander.

"Heretics!"

The feather dragon flew and had already arrived above Hernan's head. The big sword in the hands of the Eiffel Legion Commander pointed down. In front of him was the container of the alien god, even he had to be extremely vigilant.

As the commander of one of the ten extraordinary legions of the Holy See, he was better at facing the power of these alien gods than Pastor Soto.

But Hernan still didn't look at him, his eyes were fixed on the direction of the north, and gradually... snow appeared in the sky.

The Eiffel Legion Commander was surprised. There had been no wind and snow blowing over the Andara Kingdom. How could it be so sudden? Moreover, it was at the beginning of spring.

Hernan's expression finally showed a smile.

"My people, you are finally here."

On the ‘road’ leading to the north, on the road exposed after the collapse of more than a dozen huge mountains, a mountain was slowly approaching.

It brought the coldness of the north, and also brought the wind and snow of the north, letting the cold wind blow to the Kingdom of Andara, and letting the wind and snow flood the path underfoot, all the way to the location of this battlefield.

A huge... warthog carrying a mountain on its back, walking towards this side on all fours, its speed was very slow, and it took a day to walk from the north to the Kingdom of Andara. On the mountain that had already merged with its flesh and blood, tens of thousands of cold and bloodthirsty warthogs stood on the mountain, rubbing their sharp fangs, and looking at Hernan on the mountain in awe.

They are strong and bloodthirsty, and are the ‘warriors’ of the warthog orc tribe, that is, the extraordinary soldiers belonging to the warthog orcs.

"Great Twilight Leader, your people come to see you."

The warthog carrying the mountain on its back knelt down to salute. It was an ancient being that survived among the thousands of tribes that served Twilight Surtur.

It has grown from its original weakness to its current terrifying power.