Green Monster Epic

The war drums thundered, resonating throughout the Pandar Fortress, both inside and out. Countless brave and wild Orc warriors were fully armed and ready, awaiting the command of the Empire's hero atop the city walls.

The intelligence brought back by the Orc scout Jacob was too late. Most of the watchtowers and outposts of the Orc Empire, which were deployed in the border buffer zone, had been eliminated by humans overnight.

On the distant horizon, the dust clouds raised by the hundreds of thousands of human troops dyed half the sky yellow, transforming into a dark cloud that enveloped the earth, slowly approaching the Pandar Fortress.

For the two major civilizations, the Human Alliance had already gained the upper hand. However, because they had publicly spread a manifesto a year earlier, informing the entire world of their intentions, the rulers of the Orc Empire were not fools and had naturally made preparations early on.

Huge war beasts, Kodo Lizards, were prostrate on the grassland outside the fortress. A drum platform was built on their backs, which were full of plump fat and hard scales. An ancient war drum, much taller than a person, was firmly bound to the lizard's back. A war shaman with intricate patterns painted on his face and wild attire sat on the drum platform, constantly waving his arms and beating the war drum.

The rhythm of the war drum was full of cadence and carried a faint aura of ancient times. As the war shaman chanted with rising and falling tones, mysterious magic formed by the war songs spread outward, showering over the countless Orc warriors forming the army formation around them.

Above the firmament, countless giant eagles, wyverns, and other magical creatures circled and roamed. Flying knights from both sides constantly probed and provoked each other. This war, destined to be recorded in the long river of history, had already launched its first wave of offensives in the sky.

Around the armies of both sides, cavalry squadrons shuttled back and forth, both to defend and search for intelligence in the surrounding area, and to issue challenges to their opponents. The intense fighting spirit in the eyes of the cavalry commanders infected every comrade around them. Even the mounts beneath them were excitedly and uneasily snorting, their hooves constantly pawing at the rugged ground.

"Beat the drums, attack!!"

Angus, the Orc Marshal, who was hovering in the sky, confronting several human commanders from the distance, looked back at the soldiers who had already assembled into an army. The Orc Marshal, with a stern and majestic face, uttered four simple syllables.

"Kill!"

Kuāng qi! Kuāng qi! Kuāng qi…

The brave and warlike Orcs needed no encouragement. The warriors, who had long been eager to try, stepped heavily on the ground with their sturdy legs as the war drums suddenly became rapid, and steadily pressed towards the enemy.

The Orc cavalry, who had been roaming around, also kicked the sharp spurs on the tails of their leather boots lightly into the soft bellies of their mounts at the moment they received the signal. The mounts, feeling the pain, immediately let out a roar, and then leaped up with their four hooves, accelerating from slow to fast, fiercely charging towards their target, the human army that was confronting them in the distance.

"Attention everyone! Attack!!"

Sydney and Milko, the two legendary commanders standing in the air, exchanged a glance and roared without showing any weakness. As their orders spread to the various armies, the human knights unfolded their auras, and the well-trained warriors also slowly spread out according to their existing combat methods.

The nearly 500,000 troops of both sides stretched for more than ten miles, like two black waves, attacking from the east and west without any fancy maneuvers.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

Swish swish swish!!

Ballistae, giant bird-wing crossbows, trebuchets, and other huge war machines began to show their power, leaving trails of blood-red flowers on the ground where flesh and great force collided.

There were also those dazzling war magics, falling from the sky towards the armies of both sides. The spellcasting teams on both sides launched attacks on their opponents while constantly intercepting the spells shot by the other side towards their companions. The seemingly un-intense magical duel quickly covered the faces of the weak spellcasters on both sides with sweat, and there was also an undisguised weariness.

Angus carried the double-bladed battle axe in his hand on his shoulder, his fierce eyes seeming to drown the several human legends two or three miles away in his own anger.

"Despicable and shameless Orc…"

"You son of a bitch, what nonsense are you talking about!!"

Sydney had been in the royal family for too long and had become somewhat rigid. The war had already begun, and he still wanted to say a few official words, but Angus did not give him a chance to finish his words and rudely interrupted the other party's remaining words.

The battle axe swung, and a huge and turbulent energy wind blade swept over. Then, more than a dozen legendary powerhouses from both sides each selected their opponents and immediately launched their attacks.

On the ground, the two long waves of people finally converged into a line. The forceful collision of weapons, the bone-piercing hacking and killing, and the sound of wind breaking rose and fell one after another. Soon, a strong bloody aura rushed into the clouds.

The Orc warriors were brave and fearless, and the human warriors were skilled in cooperation. Each had their own advantages and disadvantages. The long-term confrontation and killing had allowed the front-line commanders to clearly understand their opponents.

The commands shouted on the spot, and the war drums that changed frequency in time were transmitted to the ears of the warriors of their respective armies, giving the chaotic battle a kind of indescribable order.

The first wave of soldiers, exhausted of energy, had no chance to leave the battlefield. Their companions, constantly surging and pushing behind them, carried them forward, continuing to charge and kill until they were physically exhausted, their energy and blood were depleted, or their hearts stopped beating. Then, they slowly slid from the crowd to the ground. Countless large feet continued to trample on these bodies until the bodies were no longer human.

The cavalry legions not far from the main battlefield transformed into long snakes, with the most elite and brave cavalry leading the winding snake body forward.

The arrowheads of the two cavalry forces sometimes collided anxiously, and sometimes separated and went their separate ways. Each collision would eventually tear a piece of flesh from the other's long snake formation. The mounts that had lost their masters and could not move lay futilely on the bloody battlefield, neighing until the next charge of heavy iron cavalry rolled over them, ending their painful lives.

In the sky, every time a dozen legendary powerhouses fought and entangled, they would always set off a turbulent storm, making the situation very conspicuous.

However, this seemingly grand and dangerous situation did not pose any threat to these legendary powerhouses. The fierce fighting was fierce, but there was unlikely to be any casualties in a short period of time.

On the contrary, the flying cavalry and druid-transformed magical beasts, forced by the power of the legendary powerhouses to leave the main battlefield, their fighting was like dancing on the tip of a knife. Any unfavorable response could bring them a life-threatening threat.

Blood flowers bloomed in the sky, and clusters of fireballs, lava, and electric currents trailing long tails surged. Even in the bright daylight, this land and sky were shrouded in a strange color.

I only realized yesterday after finishing that I had gone off-topic, but I couldn't bear to waste these four thousand words, so I just posted it.