Under the Red Dragon

Autumn is always a season of harvest, especially in this once fertile land.

Farmers often sing songs praising the dragon while diligently harvesting the grain. The residents of the city also hold celebrations to celebrate the harvest festival.

However, the fruitful land has been completely flattened into a wilderness by the orc army. More than a hundred thousand orcs are besieging the royal capital, a city so majestic and vast that even the capital of the orc kingdom cannot compare.

It is an ocean, a tornado of raging waves, about to crash through the obstacles ahead.

"Attack, attack! Prepare the cannons, prepare the dragon crossbows, suppress them with ranged attacks, at all costs!"

The orc commander raised his command flag high, roaring and making the whole world rumble. Heavy cannons and giant crossbows have been bombarding the solid city walls since the first ray of sunlight rose in the morning.

Even the most solid defense line becomes shaky under the orcs' relentless attacks.

Under the cover of the overwhelming ranged attacks, the orc army surged towards the city, where they could see hope of breaking through, using their flesh and blood to shatter the city of stone, because they had no way back.

Yes, the orc commander, Prince Gann, personally announced this before launching the attack.

The orc Gann, this outstanding ambitious man, wanted all orc warriors to carry the courage of no retreat and decide everything in one battle today.

"Kill! The first warrior to climb the city wall will be rewarded with twenty thousand gold coins and a fief of a hundred miles!" The orc vanguard officer also roared, shouting out heavy rewards to inspire the orc warriors to be even more bloodthirsty and brave.

Countless orc warriors roared and advanced, taking advantage of the brief suppression of the fire on the city wall, stepping on the corpses left by their former comrades, carrying siege equipment, and advancing fearlessly.

"Dodge, dodge, and then counterattack!" The blue dragon Akz alone guarded the south city wall, where the offensive was the fiercest. Every warrior could clearly hear his orders through the dragon's roar.

Even the bravest of the dragon's warriors on the city wall cannot use their flesh and blood to resist the enemy's heavy cannons and giant crossbows. But they cannot stand idly by and watch the orcs attack the city wall. They have the most important mission, and behind them are their homes, their families, and everything they have.

Courage granted them a fearless will. Facing the enemy's overwhelming heavy cannon bombardment and giant crossbow fire, countless kobolds howled and ignited the cannons, twisted the giant crossbows, and launched a fierce counterattack.

The green-skinned riflemen also stared with their small eyes, stuck their firelocks out of the crenellations, pulled the triggers, and ignited the angry tide of counterattack.

"Kill these orcs! I, the kobold Wanggu, will never retreat a step! The will of the dragon shines upon me!" The increasingly frantic kobold gunner shouted.

He patted the cannon barrel, urging his companions in the artillery group to quickly load the shells, and started firing back at the orcs' ranged firepower.

Boom!

An orc heavy cannon exploded on the city wall. The power of the heavy cannon did not hurt the kobold gunner, but the shattered stones, like arrows and bullets, shattered the kobold's head.

"Fuck you, orcs!"

The elven archer next to him, hiding behind the battlements, had fine bloodshot lines in his fluorescent green eyes. He gritted his teeth and stood up from behind the city wall, drawing his longbow to its full extent. The screaming arrows, carrying the elf's anger, accurately exploded the heads of the orcs one by one.

Whoosh!

A giant crossbow accurately penetrated the firing hole, directly piercing and splitting the body of a green-skinned rifleman, scattering internal organs.

The orc redemption army next to him, the warrior responsible for close combat, put his hand on his forehead and silently prayed: "May the generous dragon forgive the sins of these comrades, and may the sacred dragon illuminate the bravery of these comrades."

"And I am responsible for sending you to the dragon's sacred hall to be judged." The next second, the orc redemption army picked up the firelock left by the green-skin on the blood and bones, and roared and blew the heads of his comrades.

Farn led his warriors to guard the watchtower on the city wall. Although the warriors of the First Army had been tempered by war, they were still not the most elite warriors under the dragon's command. Therefore, the entire First Army was responsible for guarding the city.

But when he saw the dragon's kin die in front of him one by one, even he, who was responsible for resisting the orcs' close combat attacks, could not bear it.

"Lord Farn?" The warriors of the First Company were already eager to move, casting inquiring glances at Farn.

Boom!

He watched as another magic cannon blasted a roaring troll crossbowman to pieces, with blood and bones splattering in front of him.

"Damn it, you orc bastards, I'm going to kill them!"

A young warrior beside him finally couldn't bear it any longer. He roared and forcibly rushed out, taking the place of the troll crossbowman.

At this moment, they had no distinction between monsters and humans, no distinction between races. They had only one identity: comrades.

Hundreds of flying dragons roared in the sky, tens of thousands of orcs howled on the ground, and countless warriors on the city wall wept blood. The great battle stained almost the entire city wall red. Steel and fire, skin and flesh, this was the battlefield.

In the city, all the residents were praying, praying that the city would not fall. There were also countless brave residents who joined the logistics team, transporting supplies in the face of cannon fire and crossbow bolts.

There were also some residents who had put on leather armor, picked up swords, and spontaneously surged towards the city gate. They stood behind the silent warriors, ready to replace them at any time.

The great battle entered its most intense state from the very beginning. After more than an hour of fierce attack, the first orc warrior finally climbed the city wall.

Teng, teng, teng

Farn stood up from his seated state of resting, and the cold blades around him showed the warriors' will, because the warriors' eyes were colder than these blades.

"Kill!" Farn coldly uttered a word, taking the lead and rushing out of the sentry post.

"This city will finally be broken by us!"

The orc commander Gann also put on his armor, standing under the fluttering royal flag, looking at the orc warriors constantly jumping onto the city wall, with a slight satisfaction on his usually calm face.

The adjutant Cole, this brave warrior, had been wounded and retreated after leading the vanguard army, carrying a battering ram, and trying to blast open the city gate cast with fine steel by dwarven blacksmiths. He was now standing beside the orc Gann.

Cole's steel-like left arm still had two deep holes, the marks left by being penetrated by enchanted armor-piercing crossbow bolts. Even the powerful Saint-level could easily die in large-scale legion battles.

This made the orc warrior even more powerful and fearless.

"It seems that today, we will be able to end the dragon's rule and plant the orc's royal flag in this city," Cole's expression also became a little more relaxed.

This faction of orc warmongers had invested too much power and resources in the successive, three-year-long war and could not afford to fail.

Even dying on this land was better than fleeing back to the orc kingdom in disgrace after the war failed.

Death, in this world, is not the most frightening punishment, sometimes even a generous reward.

"It's just a pity that in order to take down the dragon's territory, we still compromised with those old things. Originally, this should have been the best territory for us to rebuild the orc empire,"

The orc Cole's protruding fangs opened and closed, but his tone was particularly dissatisfied.

"Even if we don't let them participate, we must spit out a considerable portion of the benefits. This is also good, at least let them share some of the losses, at least our elite forces have not been emptied, and are still enough to contend with their strength."

The orc prince Gann looked at the south city wall, which was about to be breached, and smiled, "At least the two legion commanders lost on the Golden Coast do not belong to our forces."

"But what we have exchanged for this is a bright future. I will restore the glory of the ancient orcs again, and use the corpses and bones of those old guys to pad my throne!"

At this moment, the orc prince Gann finally no longer concealed himself, looking around heroically, looking down at the tall city, as if looking down.

The orc Cole also laughed, "When the army breaks through the city, I will kill Gash, and then you promise him that his legion can enter the city with us to plunder for ten days, so it will be easy to subdue these warriors."

The orc Gann also smiled, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the royal flag where the orc legion commander Gash, sent by another faction, was located.

But in his peripheral vision, he saw that from the right side of the orc army, from the direction of the Golden Coast, dust rolled like a tornado, but it was not the dragon's kin and warriors as expected, but countless orcs.

Countless, dead orcs.

That night, the orcs who died in the slaughter of the dragon and the steel knights were all turned into undead by the lich. The lich exhausted all his power for this.

These corpses, they were resurrected and driven by resentment and fear, craving the blood of the living, the flesh of the living.

This is a boiling tide of corpses, resentful undead, rushing with fear.

They made residual echoes from their still unrotted vocal cords, they were bound in the bodies in front of them and could not be freed.

This huge tide of corpses, even if the flesh and blood on the soles of their feet had been worn through during the run, and the white bones were pounding on the ground, they still did not know the pain, their goal was only the life in front of them, which they hated.

And behind this huge tide of corpses, countless bone undead also emerged from the dust. These white bones moved their teeth, making silent roars, wanting to compete with the huge tide of corpses for the slaughter.

The thousands of orc legions left on the opposite bank to defend were submerged by this tide of the dead in a panic. Even if their swords and heavy hammers could easily kill these undead, the other party was no longer afraid of death.

The orc legion commander Gann's eyes twitched, watching helplessly as thousands of orc warriors were devoured and defeated, swallowed by the huge tide of corpses.

But the tide of corpses and bones were not satisfied, they fearlessly jumped into the wide Golden River one by one, and then reappeared on the shore.

"Reserve legion, change direction, pay attention to defense," the orc adjutant Cole finally roared loudly, personally commanding the reserve legion to set up a defensive line to resist the impact of the undead.

"Blasphemy, a lich playing with souls, what a terrifying blasphemy, this is an intolerable evil," two bronze dragons hiding in the air, watching the war, scolded loudly.

This was an act that the righteous camp could never tolerate. At this moment, the two bronze dragons even wanted to join the orc legion to help the orcs defeat the evil five-colored dragons.

But the two bronze dragons quickly quieted down, because the air was filled with a mixed and strong dragon aura, not one, but a dozen.

One dragon after another, exuding a strong aura, poked their heads and claws out of the clouds in the high sky, looking down at the dense warriors on the ground like a black tide.

The young red dragon Cadelos, the green dragon Ellie, the blue dragon Calite, the juvenile blue dragon Dos, the juvenile red dragon Clainaia, the juvenile green dragon Antagena, the juvenile black dragon Rosani, and the white king twins, Camid and Gomot.

Even the young white dragon Sloka was forced to join the war with three white dragons.

These dragons did not hide their existence, recklessly showing their majesty, and an extremely strong dragon's majesty hung high above the entire battlefield.

Even the residents in the royal capital could feel this strong sense of oppression and power. They could see the dragons spreading their wings in the high sky and casting their majesty.

Woo...

The orcs blew the horn for a full retreat. They had to give up the attack and instead regrouped. Because they had to face not only the dragons in the sky, but also the tide of the dead on the right.

In the mountains and forests behind the orc army, silent steel knights emerged from the mountains and stood on the hillside, overlooking the tens of thousands of orcs.

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Countless beast knights also stood quietly beside these steel knights, lined up on both sides, like silent beasts preparing to pounce.

This was the most elite heavy cavalry led by the dragonkin centaur warrior Chiron, three thousand heavy armor, galloping horses and raising swords.

Six thousand beasts, lurking claws.

And on the left side of the orc army, the cold light of steel was also hidden in the mountains. Warriors cast from steel came out of the mountains and slowly lined up.

These strongest infantrymen included trolls, barbarians, ogres, earth goblins, jackalmen, humans, and even mixed-blood demon species.

But at this moment, their different appearances were all sealed under the steel, only pairs of cold and shining pupils bloomed with different colors through the masks.

Six thousand heavy blades of the Mo Dao flashing with cold light, six thousand sets of black heavy armor, this was the result of the full operation of the dragon's territory's military factory for three years.

These silent warriors, the Evil Wolf Battle Group led by the jackalman Yugu and the mixed legion led by the barbarian Gibu, were all heavy armor Mo Dao. This was the most elite full armor heavy blade legion in the dragon's territory.

The sound of steel and iron colliding became a clang, and at this moment, the sun became a manifestation of death. In the steel jungle, a dragon flag suddenly stood up.

"Slowly, advance!"

The jackalman Yugu had the highest command at this moment, and his orders resounded throughout the area.

"Drink!"

All the heavy armor warriors responded at the same time, taking their steps and pressing towards the distant orc army.

These heavy armor warriors' orderly and slow steps brought great pressure to the orc army. These warriors' steps were like the heavy hammer that rang the drums of death.

The orcs' hundred thousand army was surrounded at this moment, facing enemies on all sides, and had already begun to panic. Even the orc commanders did not know which side to turn the cannons and giant crossbows to.

Some commanders roared, ordering the artillery positions to continue covering the retreat of the warriors from the city walls. Confusion and commotion began to spread among the orcish army.

On the city walls, facing the retreating orcs, the warriors did not cheer. Instead, they intensified their ranged attacks, leaving the retreating orcs permanently on this land.

Boom!

The massive tide of the undead crashed into the orcs' hastily turned defensive lines. The undead, returned from death, recklessly assaulted the orcs' rearranged defenses with their undead bodies.

Amidst countless fallen corpses and bones, many orcs also fell. Even with a ten-to-one casualty ratio, the orcish defensive lines began to falter.

Facing pressure from all sides, even the orcish legion commander, Gann, found it difficult to effectively control such a large army at this moment.

"Hold the line, hold the line! Don't let these corpses and bones break through!" The orcish commander's roar was drowned out by the clash of weapons and the sounds of bones.

The orcish spellcasters also began to gather, aiding the orcish warriors, aiming to eliminate the undead as quickly as possible.

Countless brilliant magical strikes arrived in an instant, sending the undead back to the River Styx.

But at the moment the tide of undead crashed into the orcs, the jackal Yug's heavy armored legion also quickened their pace, causing chaos in the orcs' still-forming left flank.

In the mountains, Chiron's heavy armored cavalry also began to descend slowly, waiting for an opportunity while putting pressure on the orcs.

The dragons in the sky肆意播撒着龙威,压迫兽人大军的精神和意志.

"Prepare! Prepare to meet the enemy!" The orcish legion commander, Gash, recalled the siege army. Without a cavalry force, the orcs could only gather and mutually cover each other. He frantically directed the warriors to form ranks.

In the sky, dragons soared, watching the earth. The roar of the red dragon, Kleineria, echoed in the ears of every dragon.

"Follow me, stay close to me! Caron said that a united dragonflight is invincible. Scattered dragons can only be slaughtered,"

The female red dragon spread her wings, flying past each dragon. One by one, the dragons began to follow behind her, forming an attack formation.

"Follow me, just as we once followed Caron. On this day, at this moment, we will end this war!"

Roar! More than ten dragons roared, scattering the clouds in the sky.

The blue dragon, Aksis, standing on the city wall, also raised his head and roared, "Roar!"

At this moment, the city gate, cast with refined steel, opened with a resounding boom. Squads of orcs, clad in leather armor and wielding spears, surged out of the city.

The warriors of the Dragon Legion's First Army also lined up and followed, pouring out in full force.

"For freedom! The will of the dragons will measure our sins!"

The commander of the Orc Redemption Legion roared, leading the charge. More than ten thousand orcish warriors charged forward.

"For our home, for the Gogmora Dragonflight, for the Golden Kingdom!" The First Legion, seeing the city gates closing behind them and countless brave residents voluntarily ascending the city walls, roared and charged.

These valiant warriors would use their flesh and blood to buy the Dragonflight's elite legions a moment of opportunity.

"At this moment, the hour of destruction arrives!" Kleineria, receiving the signal from the blue dragon, Aksis, led the dragonflight down from the sky.

At this moment, the dragons attacked from the sky, and the dragonkin surged on the ground, intent on destroying the orcs.

"Prepare! The claws of Gogmora will utterly destroy the enemy here. The will of the sacred Gogmora shines upon us. Even if flesh and blood perish, our souls shall eternally return to the holy temple!"

The jackal, Yug, roared, "With the blood of our enemies, we shall offer sacrifice to the heroic spirits of the holy temple! With the bones of our enemies, we shall consecrate the throne of our king!"

"With the blood of our enemies, we shall offer sacrifice to the heroic spirits of the holy temple! With the bones of our enemies, we shall consecrate the throne of our king!" The steel warriors roared. They strode forward, wielding heavy blades, charging ahead.

The earth trembled, the sky boiled. In the first instant of the clash between steel and flesh, countless warriors fell. The dragons flew low, their power slaughtering countless enemies, tearing apart the enemy's most fortified defenses.

The warriors of the Dragonflight were fearless and dauntless. They shouted the will of the sacred Gogmora, sensed the will of the dragons, and the heart energy within them shone, igniting the holy temple that stood high on the mountain peak.

The silent temple, for the first time today, without the active guidance of its master, soared into the sky. In the most core space within the temple, a small elemental pool, at this moment, boiled over, and under the blessing and operation of numerous heroic spirits, it soared into the sky with a resounding boom.

"Our souls will return to the throne, rest in the temple, and the souls of our enemies will be annihilated here!"

The centaur, Chiron, roared, extending his long blade, leading the heavy armored cavalry and beast cavalry in a charge.

The steel torrent directly cut into the orcish army, like a sharp blade cutting through tofu, unstoppable.

Countless surging wills, devout prayers, and loyal souls gathered at this moment. A vast power pierced through space, descending upon that mysterious and unfathomable place.

In the desolate spiritual world, a large cocoon shattered inch by inch, revealing a gigantic body. This gigantic body still lay quietly, but in the next instant, it opened its eyes. The newborn Dragonflight Lord, at this moment, raised its head.

At the same moment, the Dragon's Temple rose with a roar, and countless heroic spirits revealed themselves in the light of faith, beating war drums and singing the dragon's song, scattering sacred light for the streamer.

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