Under the Red Dragon

The clash between the dragon's loyal steel-clad heavy cavalry and the orcish army's flesh and blood was instantly deafening, the battlefield transforming into a hell of blood and bone.

Led by the fearsome centaur dragon hybrid Chiron, the steel-clad heavy cavalry, accompanied by a rolling cloud of dust and resonating war cries, crashed directly into the orcish army before they could even form a defensive line.

The knights, forged of steel and iron, were like an unstoppable wave of sharp blades, cutting straight through the orcish army, countless orcs meeting their destined end the moment the impact occurred.

These orcs futilely roared and raised their weapons, but were instantly cleaved apart by countless flashing steel blades, their remains trampled into the mud by the iron torrent.

Orcs who raised their shields were also cut apart along with their shields by the crisscrossing, glittering blades. Orcish spellcasters, still holding their staffs and chanting spells, didn't even get a chance to raise a magical glimmer before the iron torrent swept over their remains, charging straight through.

Irresistible and invincible!

The dragon's steel-clad heavy cavalry, carrying unparalleled momentum, had already carved through the flesh-and-blood forest of tens of thousands of orcs in this brief moment.

These knights were like mountains and fire, their steel bodies as majestic as mountains, their blazing blades as swift as fire. Even dragons wouldn't dare to face their blades and bloodthirsty flames head-on.

The seemingly powerful and solid formation of tens of thousands of orcs directly descended into chaos and the brink of collapse, countless orcs dissolving and disintegrating their already loose formation as they retreated.

Scrape, scrape, scrape,

The dragon hybrid's long blade severed several grappling hooks, and then his robust figure swept past two dragons trapped in a net of chains, leaving behind only a praising and sonorous roar: "Follow me, follow me! Live up to the dragon's blood, and destroy with me!"

Rumble, rumble,

The iron torrent swept past the dragons, blades of light shattering the surrounding orcs and severing the shackles binding the dragons, then charged straight through without stopping.

Roar,

The two dragons roared, even though they were covered in blood and their scales were broken, they had already fallen into the dragon's rage and frenzy.

The blue dragon Kalit and the green dragon Ellie slammed their claws on the ground, their scales and muscles opening and shaking, shaking off the blood-stained arrows and barbs on their bodies. The claws on their wings supported the ground, and their limbs moved and ran, the dragons joining the torrent of steel and iron.

The remaining dozens of wyvern knights in the sky excitedly screeched, returning from the sky, following on both sides of this heavy cavalry that swept across the battlefield, unstoppable, their long moon-blade war knives gleaming with bloodthirsty light.

The beast cavalry on the periphery of the orcish army, the kobolds and green-skinned knights wielding short bows and crossbows, rode their beasts like kites, wandering around the periphery of the orcish army, holding the army's attention.

But the damage they caused was not much less than that of the centaur cavalry.

Single-shot muskets needed to be reloaded after each shot, but their power was enough to pierce the tough skin of the giant elephants on the grasslands. The orcs, whose formation had been disrupted by the heavy armored cavalry, were like rows of dense targets in front of these beast cavalry.

They recklessly aimed and fired, then retreated to reload, and then returned again, repeating this set of actions.

The other kobolds and green-skinned goblins wielding short crossbows and short bows were not as powerful as the muskets, but they could still cause a lot of damage to the vast majority of orcs who were only simply wrapped in animal skins for defense.

"Surround them, surround them!"

Several chiefs of the orcish tribes stood under the flags of their tribes, roaring and roaring, commanding the surrounding orcish warriors to block the heavy cavalry's advance, trap them, and then gradually wear them down.

But the sand and dust swirled wildly, and the steel storm was fierce. This iron torrent, led by the powerful dragon hybrid centaur, was unstoppable.

The dragons roared, steel claws and iron tails crisscrossing through the weeds and gravel, tearing and smashing, following the cavalry to carve through the entire orcish army.

The gradually reddening eyes of this dragon hybrid monster also noticed the flags within the orcish encirclement. As long as these orcish chiefs were killed, the orcish army would collapse immediately.

The orcish cavalry not far away had also returned and were now approaching the battlefield, accelerating towards the direction where the dragon heavy armored cavalry was breaking through the orcish army, and would collide in a moment.

Those orcish cavalry were the most elite troops of the entire orcish army. Many of their warriors were also wearing armor and wielding sophisticated weapons, and under the leadership of that powerful orcish chief, they were bypassing the obstacles of the orcish army and charging rapidly from the periphery.

"Form ranks, shieldmen to the front, strengthen the defense line," the orcish chief shouted loudly under the flags, wanting to regroup the scattered orcish army and restore its formation.

The centaur Chiron led the cavalry that had broken through the army, reoriented, and then quickly assembled. His eyes, which were gradually becoming the color of a red dragon, swept across the silent cavalry.

Although these warriors were strong enough and were all covered in solid heavy armor, there were also a dozen warriors who had been knocked down by those strong orcs with their flesh and blood, or knocked away with heavy hammers, exchanging blood for blood, withering into the mud, and forever silenced on that battlefield.

The rest of the heavy armored warriors did not suffer any serious damage. The solid iron armor could not be broken by these orcs' crude weapons, only leaving traces, but breaking through tens of thousands of troops also made these powerful knights breathe quietly.

Their blades were stained with blood, and the enemy's blood and minced meat had dyed the dark iron armor dark red, but the eyes of these warriors were becoming brighter and brighter, more and more fiery.

"Our goal is to completely defeat these orcs here, and not let these orcs into the heart of the territory," this dragon hybrid centaur was full of imposing manner, and the characteristics of the dragon became more and more obvious.

The red mane was like steel wire, the scarlet horse tail was like an iron broom, and the blood scales all over his body exuded heat, like the hazy sulfur aura of a red dragon.

The sharp teeth in his mouth were staggered, scanning the heavy armored knights who had been fully armed, and making a sound like steel: "The Spear of Gogmora will shatter any enemy standing in the way of our advance. The will of the sacred Gogmora is with us."

"Even if our flesh and blood perish, our souls will forever return to the temple. I ask you to follow my steps until my body falls."

This strongest and most powerful centaur monster under the dragon's command raised his blood-stained long knife and let out a chilling roar: "We sacrifice the temple with the blood of our enemies, and offer the throne with the skulls of our enemies!"

"Flesh and blood perish, forever return to the temple, blood sacrifice to the temple, skulls offer to the throne!"

Countless steel warriors raised the long knives in their hands and responded with a bang!

The two dragons also raised their heads and let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

Boom, the torrent of steel and iron rolled again, and under the leadership of Chiron, the centaur king who was filled with a fire-like halo, launched a charge again.

The earth shook, like ten thousand horses galloping, the sound of the tide rolling, directly crashing into the orcish army's defense line.

This time, the orcish army's organized line was even more fragile than before. The centaur warriors and the mixed heavy armored cavalry no longer remained silent. They let out terrifying roars, and the long knives in their hands were like thunder and lightning in the sky, and the mighty power of the heavens was unstoppable.

"Advance, advance, crush everything!" The surging sound was as terrifying as muffled thunder, and the blazing blade light was as swift as lightning.

The shield wall organized by the orcish warriors was broken in one charge, the held spears were forcibly broken, heads rolled down, and hot blood spurted out of the necks.

The two dragons ran on both sides of the heavy armored torrent. The magic power of these two female dragons had been squeezed dry, but they still had their sharp claws and teeth like swords and their bodies as strong as heavy armor.

They were like two war machines wantonly dancing on the battlefield, pouncing and crisscrossing, tearing the enemy's flesh and blood, and crushing the enemy's muscles and bones.

The entire battlefield was a hell of blood and flesh, and the source was the bones and blood of the orcs. No orc could survive in front of the mad dragon army unless he was made of steel and iron.

"Kill them, stop them," the orcish chief raised the battle flag and encouraged the orcish warriors to launch an attack.

"We should retreat and join the Great Chieftain, and then reorganize the army. Now the formation has been broken and it is difficult to stop them!"

The orcish guard beside him said loudly, the unstoppable torrent of steel was charging towards this direction, the shocking shouts were swept away by the wind, and the strong bloody smell in the wind made even the brave orcs feel frightened.

"No, no leader will leave his battle flag. I will stand here and tell every warrior that their leader is never afraid,"

The orcish chief roared: "Attack, attack, carry the battle flag, follow me, and launch a charge."

But no matter how fearless the courage is, it will be crushed under the torrent of steel. The guards led by this brave orcish chief were defeated by the heavy armored cavalry in one blow. The battle spear he held high pierced a warrior, and then was chopped to pieces by several blades of light.

Battle flags fell one after another, and the torrent of steel was also damaged, but with the mad dragon army charging back and forth and carving through the orcs, these armies composed of various tribes finally began to collapse completely, fleeing in all directions of the grassland.

The beast cavalry on the periphery, the kobolds and green-skinned riders, had also lost a lot at this time. The dragon's steel army deliberately avoided the front of the orcish cavalry, wanting to defeat the orcish infantry first.

Those orcish cavalry could not charge their formation, so those orcish cavalry also carried out a campaign to eliminate these beast riders.

But the remaining beast cavalry began to bypass those fleeing orcs and gather towards their own cavalry army, because the final battle moment had arrived.

The dragon's steel army and the orcish cavalry faced each other across countless fleeing orcs, separated by more than a thousand meters.

Puff, puff,

The orcish mounts were uneasily pawing at the ground with their hooves. Although these orcs were the elite of the orcish army and had not consumed much energy, they still did not dare to be negligent in the face of the heavily depleted dragon army.

The bloody smell in the air was already nauseating, and the strong orcish chieftain Dettan An勒住 the dragon beast under his crotch, and the spear in his hand was tightly held in his hand.

He knew very well that if he could win this cavalry duel, then their orcish alliance would still have a chance, and he could still gather the remaining army with the power of victory.

Although the army was killed and collapsed, the losses were not so heavy that they were unacceptable. There were still more than 30,000 orcish warriors.

It just so happened that most of those orcish chiefs had been killed. He could legitimately unite all the orcs and twist these orcs into a more united rope, which could exert more powerful power than a loose alliance.

Those dragon soldiers, now they can't be given more rest time. The great chieftain of the orcs, the powerful Dettan An raised the spear made of Nether Shadow Dragon's spine bone in his hand, and roared loudly: "Orcs, will never be slaves!"

"Orcs, will never be slaves!" These most elite and strongest orcs echoed in unison, following their chief and galloping forward, even if there were orcish compatriots in front of them, they would break through the obstacles.

Thousands of cavalry, mighty and mighty, charged away.

"Follow me, follow me, until my flesh and blood perish." Centaur Chiron took a deep breath, stopped his panting, and the spare long knife he had replaced was already somewhat damaged.

"Until flesh and blood perish!"

Behind him, Chiron's former leader, Kali, and Kali's partner, Centaur Drogo, the two most powerful warriors after Chiron, also stopped panting and spoke at the same time.

Their solid armor was dented, and the inner armor was soaked with dark red blood, some from the enemy, some from themselves.

All the surviving warriors, cheered up and re-equipped.

Chiron's steel-like sharp teeth closed, his strong four hooves stomped, and he started running again. Behind him were the brave dragon dependents.

The torrent of steel restarted, the mountain collapse against the tsunami, all moving forward!

……

The roaring artillery fire collapsed the walls of the Golden City in the first time, exposing large gaps. Fortunately, this result had already been expected by the Blue Dragon Akxz, and all the soldiers had withdrawn into the barbican, and the two metal dragons had also returned safely.

The young Red Dragon Kedi Los finally climbed into the city wall at the last moment with the two giant crossbow bolts stuck on his back.

Fortunately, the barbican was originally built to defend against the orcs' artillery fire attack, so it almost gave way to half of the city and was built on the side of the central street of the Golden City.

If the orcs' artillery fire wanted to attack the barbican, they had to relocate their positions again, and only by moving to the vicinity of the outer walls of the Golden City could they attack the barbican's defenses. This allowed the dragon army to rest and breathe.

But for some reason, the orc warriors have rarely participated in the attack in the past few days. Their artillery positions have not moved, and most of the time the Sahuagin are attacking the city.

Moreover, the Sahuagin's intention to attack was far less than their intention to plunder in the city. A large number of fishmen poured in from the collapsed city walls.

Then, like robbers, they rushed into the buildings and carried away the gold and silver jewelry that they did not have time to take away, or the exquisite crafts such as statues that could not be taken away.

Only a small number of fishmen, after failing to actively try to attack the barbican, also turned to be scavengers. These fishmen even dismantled and carried away the pillars carved with exquisite patterns, which made the dragon soldiers particularly despise them.

Every day, the city is accompanied by a lot of fighting. Without the threat of artillery fire, the dragon warriors are also sweeping the Sahuagin that seem to never decrease in this familiar city.

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A large number of troops are being rotated and rested, and the lost ordnance and supplies are being replenished. After all the dragon's dependents were reorganized into the army to participate in the war, a large number of logistical tasks have been completed by those who volunteered to be conscripted.

Farn and other soldiers who volunteered for the war reserve were also dispatched to transport a large number of arrows, shells, and food to the Golden City.

During periods of low-intensity warfare, these reserve soldiers were allowed to participate in the defense, using their bows, firearms, and swords for practical training, which allowed this group of reserves to grow rapidly.

Due to his excellent martial skills, outstanding qualities, and strength, Farn had been named a squad leader in the reserve legion, leading nine soldiers on patrol on the city walls, checking for omissions and filling gaps.

This was the highest level a recruit could reach; the position of centurion had to be filled by veterans who had experienced combat and received meritorious awards.

"Boss, with your superb martial skills and great strength, why did you think of becoming an ordinary soldier? With your ability, you could do anything better than this,"

The young soldier next to him, whose facial hair had just receded and become coarse, chatted with his captain with a grin. During these days of training, these young soldiers had begun to relax, unlike before when they were so nervous.

Farn looked at the collapsed city walls, the streets stained with blood, and the dilapidated houses and buildings, and felt a little sorry for the once-prosperous Golden City.

Hearing what his subordinate said, the corners of Farn's mouth, hidden under his thick beard, turned up. "Our homeland is threatened, and someone always needs to stand up. My ability may not be great, but I am still willing to contribute to my homeland."

"Moreover, the dragons' kin can sacrifice their lives to protect the Golden Land and its people. Aren't we members of the Golden People? I really can't enjoy their protection with peace of mind while indulging in the warmth created by blood."

"Hehe," the young soldier scratched his head. He said embarrassedly, "I don't think as much as you do, Captain. I just want to drive these orcs away as soon as possible, and then go home to farm. My newly opened five acres of land can't be ruined by these beasts."

Farn reached out and patted the young soldier's shoulder, and smiled softly, "We are all the same!"

Several dragons landed in front of the dragon's treasure vault with the young red dragon Cadyros, who was about to fall into eternal sleep. Several white dragons had been unlocked, but their daily residence was still here.

Without the summons of the blue dragon Akxz, these white dragons could only move around here and guard the treasure vault for the dragon group.

During this period, many adventurers tried to fish in troubled waters and were hanged by the dragon soldiers on the stumps outside the canyon.

There were also some adventurers who were particularly good at sneaking, touched the canyon, and were frozen into ice sculptures by several white dragons, placed in front of the treasure vault, as toys and spare food for these white dragons.

And now, these white dragons have a new task. They not only need to be responsible for guarding the dragon group's treasure vault when there is no summons, but also need to protect the safety of this dying young red dragon who is about to step into the kingdom of God in hell.

Bronze dragon Alina, copper dragon Alfred, and ocean dragon Nackson all came here. The young red dragon's body was too heavy. In order not to kill this red dragon during transportation, several dragons could only carefully transport it back quickly.

Whoosh,

The shadow in the sky fell, and the huge body of the adolescent blue dragon Akxz landed beside several dragons. Looking at the young red dragon whose breath had fallen to the bottom, the blue dragon still opened his mouth and spit out a clear fruit with rich life energy.

This was the fruit of the Tree of Life that Akxz had retrieved from his nest. It was spoils of war that were distributed when he conquered the Green Wilderness plane.

These fruits are powerful and are hidden by each dragon in what they consider the safest place—their nest—and sealed with magic.

Akxz originally planned to swallow this fruit when he entered his youth slumber to increase his life essence and better grow his bloodline.

But facing the dying young red dragon, this blue dragon still restrained himself with extremely strong will and decided to feed his life fruit to this red dragon who had shed blood for the dragon group.

"Presumably Gremot and Caron would also make such a choice at this time," the blue dragon Akxz looked at the fruit emitting a shimmering light in his claws with reluctance, and his pupils showed a greedy and painful look.

"He is dying, stop looking Akxz," Bronze Dragon Alina's eyes also had greed, but she was also given the same spoils, so unlike Ocean Dragon Nackson, even dragon saliva was flowing out.

"Anyway, you can apply for compensation with Caron. If you really can't bear it, use mine," Bronze Dragon Alina was a little anxious. Saving this young red dragon was the conclusion reached after discussions among all the dragons.

After this battle, although several dragons were a little dissatisfied with the uncontrollability of the young red dragon, their recognition of the red dragon was slightly improved, and it had risen from a tool dragon that could be discarded at any time to a relatively easy-to-use tool dragon.

The blue dragon Akxz sighed reluctantly and stuffed the fruit of life into the mouth of the young red dragon. He kept muttering, "I not only have to apply for compensation with Caron, Cadyros, but you also have to work for the dragon group for two hundred years after you recover to repay your debts!"

"No, two hundred years is only enough for you to repay your debts. You need to add another hundred years as compensation for hurting my spirit. For you, I gave up this priceless treasure, which really makes my heart ache!"

The young red dragon, covered in wounds and holes, but slightly relieved under the healing magic, opened his mouth and swallowed the fruit. The huge life energy made the red dragon's spirit slightly lifted, and he opened his closed eyes.

"Hmph, is my life, Cadyros, only worth three hundred years?" The young red dragon barely raised his head, stubbornly said with his long neck.

……

Even after a fairly tragic war, the Orc Kingdom's army still numbered nearly 80,000. In the past few days, these orcs had moved all the ordnance and materials from the ships and built military camps on the plains outside the Golden City.

However, only the Orc Prince Gahn and his elite guards were still stationed on the largest flagship and had not set foot on the shore.

At this moment, the Orc Prince Gahn was standing with his closest and most trusted adjutant, also the most powerful warrior under his command, Cole, looking remotely at the dilapidated Golden City and the fishmen who were still elated even though they were covered in blood.

"These stupid and short-sighted fishmen actually hindered our progress because they were afraid that the orcs would take away their treasures. Their brains are really filled with seawater,"

The strong orc warrior Cole's inverted fangs tilted, and the contempt and spurn in his eyes were beyond words.

"Heh, after all, it's half of the Golden City. If we didn't have a bigger goal, even I couldn't help but be tempted. The wealth of the Golden City exceeds my imagination,"

The Orc Prince Gahn leaned on the railing on the deck and looked meaningfully at the camp of the Sahua fishmen. Countless exquisite utensils were placed there, as well as piles of gold, silver, and copper coins, waiting for the fishman prince's guards to count.

"The flying dragon knights keep harassing and damaging our ships, trying to cut off our supply line from the sea. If this continues, our food and materials will soon be exhausted and not replenished, Gahn, we should break through this city as soon as possible,"

The orc warrior Cole said in a deep voice.

Recently, the dragon's flying dragon knights have been constantly looking for opportunities to attack, destroying and sinking dozens of ships at sea. Fortunately, all the materials have been moved ashore, otherwise the orcs would suffer even greater losses.

"Half of the Golden City will not satisfy these fishmen. They will soon loot everything. In two days at most, they will start attacking that weng city. We don't have to worry, let these fishmen explore the way for us. A huge city is most suitable for wildfire. I don't want the orcs to enter that city rashly."

The orc prince said with a faint smile.

Wildfire is the raging fire that once caused a fire on the sea. Because the burning is so fierce that seawater cannot easily extinguish it, it is called wildfire by the orcs.

"And the corpses of those fishmen can also become our food," the orc Gahn said coldly. "When those fishmen have had enough of the nails, they will naturally invite us to participate in the attack together,"

"As long as we can quickly break through the last defense of that city, we can send back the message. Those stingy old guys will naturally go all out when they see success,"

"And we can rely on the Golden City to defend, wait for reinforcements, or directly launch an attack. The choice is in our hands."

"If you want to quickly break through the last line of defense, the resistance you encounter will not be so easy. Should we release it and directly defeat this line of defense, in case the night is too long and there are too many illusions."

The orc Cole's eyes looked at the cabin of this huge flagship.

The huge cabin has now been opened, revealing a giant iron cage that occupies two-thirds of the cabin.

Each of the iron bars of the iron cage is extremely thick, dark and heavy like a pillar, and densely engraved with magic runes, obviously to suppress and appease the creatures in the giant iron cage.

The creatures sleeping in the iron cage are huge. The slow beating of the heart is like the sound of a heavy drum, low and powerful.

Its tail is as straight as a hemlock tree, its muscles are carved like hard diamonds, and its bones are harder than steel. It is called Behemoth in dragon language and elven language, and in orc language or translated into the common language of the continent, its name is—Behemoth!

The Orc Prince Gahn shook his head, "No, we can't perfectly control it. It will be my last weapon to slaughter the dragons, and it is also our most important confidence. It can't be released so easily."

"But I only hope that we don't need to use it, which will mean that we will be isolated and helpless," the Orc Prince Gahn stood on the deck, looked at the Golden City in the distance, and said lightly, "Then we will become abandoned sons and can only make a desperate bet!"

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