Ashen Dragon

"No, impossible! The Father God has already blinded the eyes of the Gods, and the reinforcements from Heavenly Mountain will never notice this place!"

"Damn it, the prophecy of the One-eyed God did not mention this Gold Dragon; this is not our fate!"

However, Lord Ed, looking around at the Beastman Shamans, had flames of rage in his eyes.

This Dwarf King suddenly swung his Warhammer, issuing a righteous roar: "This is your destiny!

In the face of the mighty power representing justice and order, you filthy, brutal Orcs are no match!"

"Boom!"

As soon as his words fell, those huge rocks fell like meteors to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and causing the ground to rumble incessantly.

The Beastman Shamans, who were scattering in all directions, had no strength to fight back and were easily smashed into meat pies by the falling rocks.

Only one Beastman Shaman turned his body into black smoke, dodging the falling rocks, but Lord Ed only took a big leap to reach him.

The Beastman Shaman laughed crazily, tightly clutching his Bone Staff, chanting under his breath: "It's useless, even a giant dragon can't withstand Gush's Blood Spear!

King of Dwarves, remember, Aivendel City will eventually become a stronghold for the Orcs, and Dwarves will eventually become slaves to the Orcs!"

Lord Ed laughed in extreme anger, swung his Warhammer, his voice trembling with fury: "You're courting death!"

"Bang!"

With one swing of his Warhammer, Lord Ed shattered the fragile skull of that Beastman Shaman, splattering fresh blood and thick brain matter all over him.

This Dwarf King spun around among the Orcs, raising a strong dust storm, wielding his Warhammer fiercely, and causing the Orcs to emit screams of agony.

"Little one, I'll crush you!"

A Half-Beast Giant, nearly five meters tall and extremely strong, carrying a Bone Rod, charged ferociously.

But Lord Ed swung his Warhammer, shattering its knees, and in a single confrontation, the Half-Beast Giant wailed and knelt on the ground.

Following that, this seemingly very small Dwarf suddenly jumped up, raised his Warhammer, and mercilessly smashed the huge head.

"Bang!"

Lord Ed slowly stood up, his body soaked with Orc blood, his Warhammer streaked with blood and hanging with bits of flesh.

Within a hundred meters around him, there was not a single Orc left alive.

In just a moment's time, the dozen Beastman Shamans and several hundred Elite Orc Warriors tasked with restraining the Dwarf King had been completely annihilated.

— This is the formidable strength of "Master of High Mountains," Lord Ed Klein.

Standing in a pool of blood, Lord Ed raised his Warhammer towards the direction of Aivendel City Wall and shouted hoarsely.

"My people! The Orc's conspiracies will never succeed, the holy radiance of Moradin will always shine on this land!

Follow me on a counterattack!

Drive Gush's filthy progeny from this land!"

After his shout, Lord Ed exchanged looks with the giant dragon in the sky, nodding gratefully at this mysterious visitor, acknowledging him from afar.

The Dwarf King couldn't imagine, without this Gold Dragon who had suddenly arrived, how the Dwarves would have withstood the Orc's offensive under the circumstances of being ambushed.

"By the blessing of the great Shield Dwarves' God, Du Masong! It's Lord Ed!"

"Moradin above, I knew His Majesty would not be easily defeated!"

"Counterattack!"

"Drive the Orcs back to the North!"

Seeing the king forcibly break out from the midst of the Orcs, the Dwarves inside Aivendel were fervently impassioned.

Under the leadership of Lord Ed, the Dwarves surged out from the city, wielding their Warhammers and swords, pursuing the remaining Orc troops.

After being bombarded by the Dragon Breath of the Gold Dragon, these Orcs had already lost their will to fight and could only be driven by the Dwarves, scattering toward their main base in the North, exhausted from fleeing.

The tens of thousands of Orc vanguard troops were thus completely annihilated.

And the Dwarves cheered on the scorched earth covered with Orc corpses, celebrating this hard-earned victory.

"Long live Moradin!"

"High Mountain Kingdom shall never fall!"

"Praise this strange, special guest! Our victory could not have been achieved without his help!"

They shouted the names of the Dwarf Gods, praising their king, and also expressed gratitude to the "Dragon of Dawn."

...

Road of Glory, Beastman Tombstone.

Vultures circle in the sky, emitting harsh cries.

This frontline position that once resisted the orc invasions has now become the main camp of the Red Blood Tribe, with hundreds of thousands of orcs gathered here.

Atop the towering back of a Wildland Dragon, on a throne made of chilling bones, Batu Skullcrush's eyes slightly squint, his face twisted and fierce.

"Cowards..."

In the distance, remnants of the orc vanguard who had been routed were fleeing in panic, their faces worn and haggard, their bodies tattered, and with traces of burns.

"Who? Who allowed you to flee the battle?"

Batu slowly rose from the Bone Throne, looking down at these defeated warriors, his voice carrying undeniable anger.

"Lord Batu...

It was a Gold Dragon! An unfamiliar Gold Dragon attacked us!

Our vanguard was about to seize Aivendel, but a Gold Dragon suddenly burst in, spewing Dragonflame..."

The leading orc officer, seeing the chieftain in the distance, quickly knelt and begged for mercy, repeatedly kowtowing until his forehead bled.

"Gold Dragon?"

Batu's one eye narrowed, his brow furrowing, a strange light appearing in the hollow of his eye socket.

According to the will of Father God, the Gods of Heavenly Mountain had been momentarily blinded, unable to send reinforcements within days—this was not part of his plan.

However, Batu's expression then turned incredibly furious, his cold voice thundering: "This is no excuse for running away!

The great Father God Guosh has said: Those too weak to fight for your tribe should be pierced with a spear."

Instantly, the orc officer's expression turned to despair, his legs gave way, he tried to struggle, even to flee again.

But it was then he realized—north of orcs, south of dwarves, there was nowhere to run.

"No, no...

Lord Batu, I've fought for the orcs, I've killed Goblins for you on Wuge Prairie, in..."

But Batu had no patience to hear their excuses. The orc chieftain lifted his Great Axe in hand, slashing downward.

"Swoosh—"

A sight of blood flashed, and hundreds of fresh orc heads flew up, their blood spurting skyward.

The fleeing orcs from the south were all slain by their chieftain without any mercy.

Witnessing this bloody scene, tens of thousands of orcs fall deadly silent, the air turning stagnant.

Batu jumped off the back of the Dragon Beast, picked up a still-warm head from the ground, and raised it high for all the orcs to see.

"Do you see? This is the fate of deserters!

These cowards do not deserve to enter the Nishak Kingdom, their souls will rot and stink, forever abandoned in a no man's land!

Remember, orcs are always Plunderers, we must instill soul-deep fear in our enemies!"

Batu casually tossed the head aside, crushing it underfoot, then raised his arms to shout, that sole eye brimming with frenzied, irascible light.

"The One-eyed God is always watching you, all your sins are strikingly clear in his eyes, and the greatest sin—is cowardice!"

"For Father God Guosh! Conquer and slaughter our foes!"

"For Father God Guosh!"

"These deserters deserved their fate!"

Under Batu's incitement, hundreds of thousands of orcs raised their Spears and swords, fervently shouting, their words full of disdain for these fleeing soldiers.

They wholeheartedly agreed with Batu's speech.

In the orc Tribes, Gush Church not only has the duty to spread the faith but also to cull diseased, weak, lame, or incompetent members from the tribe.

—regardless of their age and status.

Survival of the fittest, the survival of the strongest, the weak are mercilessly eliminated, becoming food for beasts, this is a common belief among orcs.

As Batu stood atop the cliff, overlooking the frenzied orcs, he then looked towards the south, his lone eye filled with wild ambition.