Autumn is always a season of harvest, especially in this once fertile land.
farmers always like to sing praises to the True Dragons while diligently harvesting grain. Residents in the city also hold celebrations to mark the harvest festival.
But the fruit-laden land has been completely trampled by the Orc Army, becoming a wilderness, and over a hundred thousand Orcs are besieging the Kings Capital, a city whose grandeur and size cannot be matched even by the capital of the Orc Kingdom.
This is an ocean, a rolling tornado of raging waves, poised to break through the obstacles ahead.
"Attack, attack, artillery ready, Dragon hunting crossbows ready, suppress from a distance, at all costs!"
General Gahn, the Orc commander, raised his flag high, roaring so loudly that the whole world seemed to rumble. Heavy artillery and giant crossbows had been continuously bombarding the sturdy city wall since the first ray of sunlight in the morning.
Even the strongest defense became vulnerable under the Orcs' relentless attrition.
Under the overwhelming long-range cover, the Orc Army surged like a tide towards the city, where the hope of breaching was now visible. They intended to break the stone city with their flesh and blood, for they had no retreat.
Yes, Prince Gahn, the Orc General, personally announced this before launching the attack.
Gahn, this excellent ambitious individual, wanted all Orc Warriors to carry the courage of no retreat, and in this day, to decide the battle in one go.
"Kill! The warrior who first ascends the city wall will be rewarded with 20,000 gold and a hundred li of fiefdom!" The Orc vanguard officer also roared, shouting out heavy rewards to inspire the Orc Warriors to even greater bloodthirsty bravery.
Countless Orc Warriors roared as they advanced, taking advantage of the temporary suppression of firepower on the city wall, stepping on the corpses of their former kin, carrying siege equipment, and charging forward without hesitation.
"Dodge, dodge, then counterattack!" The Blue True Dragon Akzi alone defended the most fiercely attacked south city wall. The roar of the True Dragon made his commands clearly audible to every warrior.
Even the bravest warriors of the Dragon clan on the city wall could not use their flesh and blood to resist the enemy's heavy artillery and giant crossbows. But they could not just watch the Orcs climb the city wall. They had the most important mission, and behind them was their home, their family, their everything.
Courage granted them an indomitable will. Facing the enemy's overwhelming heavy artillery bombardment and giant crossbow shots, countless Kobolds howled, igniting artillery and turning giant crossbows, launching a fierce counterattack.
Green-skinned musketeers also stared with small eyes, extending their muskets from the battlements' firing ports, pulling triggers, and igniting a furious counterattack.
"Kill these Orcs! I, Kobold Wanggu, will not retreat a single step! The will of the True Dragon shines upon me!" the gradually frenzied Kobold artilleryman shouted.
He patted the cannon barrel, urging his artillery team comrades to quickly load shells and exchange fire with the Orcs' long-range artillery.
Boom!
An Orc heavy artillery shell exploded on the city wall. The power of the heavy artillery did not harm this Kobold gunner, but the shattered stones, like arrows and bullets, blew the Kobold's head apart.
"To hell with you, Orcs!"
The elf archer hiding behind the parapet, his fluorescent green eyes tinged with faint blood, gritted his teeth and stood up from behind the city wall, drawing his longbow to its fullest. The whistling arrows, carrying the elves' wrath, precisely headshotted one Orc after another.
Whoosh!
A giant crossbow bolt accurately pierced through a firing port, directly tearing apart a green-skinned archer's body, his internal organs spilling out.
The Orc Atonement Army next to him, warriors responsible for close-quarters combat, placed their hands on their foreheads and silently prayed: "May the generous True Dragons forgive the sins of these kin, and may the holy True Dragon illuminate the bravery of these comrades."
"And I am responsible for sending you to the holy temple of the True Dragons, to receive judgment." The next second, the Orc Atonement Army picked up the musket left by the green-skin amidst blood and bone, and roared as he blew off the head of his kin.
Farn, with his warriors, guarded the city wall's watchtower. Although the warriors of the First Legion had been tempered by war, they were still not considered the most elite warriors under the True Dragon, so the entire First Legion was responsible for defending the city.
But upon seeing the True Dragon's kin fall in battle before him, even he, who bore the responsibility of resisting the Orcs' close-quarters assault on the city, found it somewhat unbearable.
"Lord Farn?" The warriors of the First Company were already restless, casting inquiring glances at Farn.
Boom!
He watched as another magic cannon blasted a roaring Troll crossbowman to smithereens, blood and bone splattering before him.
"Damn these Orc bastards! I'm going to kill them!"
A young warrior beside him finally couldn't hold back. He roared and forced his way out, taking over the Troll crossbowman's position.
At this moment, they had no distinction between monster and human, no racial distinction; they had only one identity: comrades-in-arms.
Hundreds of flying True Dragon s roared in the sky, tens of thousands of Orcs howled on the ground, and countless warriors wept blood on the city wall. The great battle dyed almost the entire city wall red—steel and fire, blood and flesh; this was the battlefield.
In the city, all residents were praying, praying that the city would not fall. There were also countless brave residents who joined the logistics team, transporting supplies amidst artillery fire and crossbow bolts.
And some residents had already put on leather armor and picked up swords and knives, spontaneously surging towards the city gate. They stood behind the silent warriors, ready to step in at any moment.
The great battle entered its most intense state from the very beginning. After more than an hour of fierce assault, the first Orc Warrior finally ascended the city wall.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Farn stood up from his meditative state on the ground. The sharp blades around him indicated the warriors' resolve, for their eyes were even colder than these blades.
"Kill," Farn coldly spat out a single word, leading the charge out of the guard post.
"This city will finally be ours to break!"
General Gahn, the Orc General, also donned his armor and stood beneath the fiercely fluttering royal banner, gazing at the Orc Warriors continuously leaping onto the city wall. A slight smile of satisfaction appeared on his usually calm face.
Beside him stood his adjutant, Kohl, a valiant warrior who had been wounded and retreated after leading the vanguard legion with a battering ram in a failed attempt to breach the city gate, which was cast from fine steel by Dwarf blacksmiths. He now stood by Gahn's side.
Kohl, the Orc, had two deep holes in his iron-like left arm, marks left by enchanted armor-piercing crossbow bolts. Even powerful Saint-rank individuals could easily die in large-scale military operations.
This further highlighted the strength and fearlessness of this Orc Warrior.
"It seems that today, we will be able to end the True Dragon's rule and plant the Orc royal banner in this city," Kohl's expression also lightened somewhat.
Their faction of Orc warmongers had invested too much power and resources in the continuous three-year war and could no longer afford to fail.
Even dying on this land was far better than the outcome of returning to the Orc Kingdom in disgrace after a failed war.
Death, in this world, is not the most terrifying punishment; sometimes it is even a generous reward.
"It's just a pity that to take down the Dragon Clans Territory, we still had to compromise with those old geezers. Originally, this should have been the best territory for us to rebuild the Beastman Empire,"
Kohl, the Orc, opened and closed his inverted tusks, his tone exceptionally displeased.
"Even if we don't let them participate, we still have to give up a considerable portion of the profits. This is good, at least it lets them share some of the losses, and at least our elite forces haven't been depleted and are still sufficient to contend with their strength."
Prince Gahn, the Orc, looked at the South City Wall, which was on the verge of being breached, and smiled. "At least the two generals lost on the Golden Coast were not our forces."
"But what we have gained from this is a beautiful future! I will restore the glory of the ancient Orcs, and the corpses and bones of those old geezers will be the foundation of my throne!"
At this moment, Prince Gahn, the Orc, finally no longer concealed himself, looking around with a commanding gaze, surveying the tall city as if looking down upon it.
Kohl, the Orc, also smiled. "Once the army breaks through the city, I will kill Gash, and then you can promise his legion ten days of plunder and slaughter within the city with us. This way, it will be easy to win over these warriors."
Gahn, the Orc, also smiled, unable to resist turning his head to glance at the royal banner of Gash, the Orc General sent by another faction.
But out of the corner of his eye, he saw dust rolling like a tornado from the right side of the Orc Army, in the direction of the Golden Coast. However, it was not the expected True Dragon kin and warriors, but countless Orcs.
Countless dead Orcs.
That night, all the Orcs who died in the slaughter by the True Dragon and the Iron Knights were turned into undead by the Lich, who exhausted all his power for this purpose.
These corpses, revived and driven by hatred and fear, craved the blood of the living, the flesh of the living.
This was a surging tide of corpses, resentful undead, charging with terror.
They emitted lingering echoes from their still-uncorrupted vocal cords; they were bound within the bodies before them, unable to find release.
This massive corpse tide, even as their foot flesh wore through and their bones scraped the ground while running, felt no pain. Their only target was the life before them, which they abhorred.
And behind this massive corpse tide, countless bone undead also emerged from the dust. These bone-white teeth clacked, emitting silent roars, eager to compete with the massive corpse tide for the slaughter.
The few thousand Orc legions left on the opposite bank for defense were overwhelmed by this tide of the dead in a state of helplessness. Even though their swords and heavy hammers could easily kill these undead, the opponents were no longer afraid of death.
General Gahn, the Orc, his eye twitching, watched helplessly as thousands of Orc Warriors were dismembered, shattered, and utterly consumed by the massive tide of corpses.
But the tide of corpses and bones was not satisfied; one by one, they fearlessly leaped into the wide Golden River, then resurfaced on the bank.
"Reserve Legion, turn around, pay attention to defense!" General Garn finally roared, personally directing the reserve legion to establish a defensive line to resist the charge of the undead.
"Blasphemy! A Lich playing with souls! What terrifying blasphemy! This is an intolerable evil!" The two Bronze Dragons hidden in the air, observing the war, roared in anger.
This was an act absolutely intolerable to the righteous faction, and these two Bronze Dragons even wanted to join the Orc Army at this moment to help the Orcs defeat the evil Chromatic Dragons.
But these two Bronze Dragons quickly quieted down, because the air was filled with a chaotic, strong aura of True Dragon, not just one, but more than ten.
True Dragon s, each exuding a powerful aura, poked their heads and claws out of the high-altitude clouds, looking down at the densely packed warriors on the ground, who resembled a black tide.
The Young Red Dragon Kadilos, Ellie, Carlit, Young Dos, Young Red True Dragon Klenaya, Young Green True Dragon Antagena, Young Rosani, and the White King's twins, Camid and Germott.
Even Young White Dragon Sloka was forced to join this war with three White True Dragon s.
These True Dragon s made no attempt to conceal their presence, wantonly displaying their majesty, and an incredibly strong True Dragon's might hung high over the entire battlefield.
Even the residents of the Kings Capital could feel this intense pressure and power; they could see True Dragon s stretching their wings high in the sky, casting down their majesty.
Woo...
The Orcs blew the horn for a full retreat; they had no choice but to abandon the offensive and switch to a full assembly. Because they not only had to face the True Dragon in the sky, but also the tide of undead on their right.
Behind the Orc Army, in the mountains and forests, silent Steel Knights emerged one after another, standing on the hillside, looking down at the tens of thousands of Orc Army.
Countless Beast Riders also stood quietly beside these Steel Knights, arrayed on both sides, like silent beasts gathering strength for a pounce.
This was the elite heavy cavalry led by the Dragonkin Centaur Warrior Chiron: three thousand heavy armored cavalry, charging with raised blades.
Six thousand beasts, lurking with claws and teeth.
And to the left of the Orc Army, the cold gleam of steel was hidden in the mountains, as warriors forged from steel emerged from the terrain, slowly forming a battle line.
These strongest infantry included Trolls, Barbarians, Ogres, Hobgoblins, Gnolls, Humans, and even mixed-blood demons.
But at this moment, their distinctive appearances were hidden beneath steel, with only pairs of cold, shining eyes glowing with various lights through their visors.
Six thousand gleaming heavy blades and six thousand dark armors were the result of the Dragon Clan Territory's military factories operating at full capacity for three years.
These silent warriors, the Wolf Battle Group led by Yug the Gnoll and the mixed army commanded by Barbarian Gibb, were all heavily armored with great blades; this was the most elite fully armored heavy blade army within the Dragon Clans Territory.
The clang of steel and iron resonated, and at this moment, sunlight became the display of death; in the steel forest, a giant True Dragon banner suddenly rose.
"Advance slowly!"
Yug the Gnoll held the highest command at this moment, and his order echoed throughout the land.
"Hoo!"
All the heavy armored warriors responded simultaneously, taking their steps, pressing towards the distant Orc Army.
The organized, slow steps of these heavy armored warriors brought immense pressure to the Orc Army; their footsteps were like heavy hammers striking the drums of death.
The Orcs, with their hundred thousand strong army, were surrounded at this moment, facing enemies from all sides, and had already begun to panic. Even the Orc commanders did not know which direction to turn their artillery and giant crossbows.
And some commanders roared for the artillery positions to continue covering the warriors retreating from beside the city wall; chaos and commotion began to spread through the Orc Army.
On the city wall, facing the retreating Orcs, the warriors did not cheer, but instead intensified their ranged firepower, leaving every retreating Orc on this land forever.
Boom!
The massive tide of undead first crashed into the Orcs' repositioned line; the undead, returned from death, fearlessly charged the Orcs' adjusted defenses with their bodies of the deceased.
Along with countless fallen corpses, many Orcs also fell; even a ten-to-one casualty ratio made the Orcs' defensive line precarious.
Because facing pressure from all four sides, even General Gahn of the Orc Legion found it difficult to control such a massive army as he wished at this moment.
"Hold the line! Hold the line! Don't let these corpses and bones break through!" The Orc commander's roar was drowned out by the clash of weapons and bones.
And the Orc spellcaster teams also began to gather, helping the Orc warriors to eliminate these undead as quickly as possible.
Countless dazzling magical strikes arrived instantly, sending each undead back to the embrace of the River Styx.
But at the moment the tide of undead impacted the Orcs, the heavy armored legion led by Yug the Gnoll also began to accelerate their advance, causing a panic in the Orcs' as-yet unformed left flank.
In the mountains and forests, the heavy cavalry commanded by Chiron also began to descend slowly, waiting for an opportunity while exerting pressure on the Orcs.
The True Dragons in the sky wantonly spread True Dragon's might, suppressing the spirit and will of the Orc Army.
"Prepare! Prepare to meet the enemy!" Gash, the Orc Legion Commander, withdrew the siege army. Without cavalry, the Orcs could only gather and cover each other. At this moment, he was frantically directing his warriors to form ranks.
In the sky, True Dragon s soared, watching the land, and the roar of Red True Dragon Klenaya echoed in every True Dragon's ear.
"Follow me, follow me closely! Kalon said that only a united true Dragon race could be invincible; a scattered True Dragon race could only be slaughtered."
The Female Red Dragon spread her wings, flying past each True Dragon, and one by one, the True Dragons began to follow behind her, forming an attack formation.
"Follow me, just as we once followed Kalon! Today, at this very moment, we will end this war!"
Roar! More than ten True Dragons roared, shaking away the floating clouds in the sky.
Blue True Dragon Akez stood on the city wall, also raising his head and roaring, "Roar!"
At this very moment, the city gate, forged from refined steel, burst open, and teams of Orcs, clad in leather armor and wielding long spears, poured out of the city.
The First Legion warriors of the True Dragon also lined up, following, pouring out en masse.
"For freedom! The will of the True Dragons will measure our sins!"
The commander of the Orc Atonement Legion roared, leading the charge, and over ten thousand Orc warriors charged forward.
"For our homeland! For the Kogmora Dragon Clan! For the Golden Kingdom!" The First Legionlooked at the city gates closing behind them, and countless brave residents spontaneously ascended the city walls, so they roared and launched their charge.
These brave warriors would use their flesh and blood to win a brief window of opportunity for the elite legion of the True Dragon.
"Now, the moment of destruction has arrived!" Klenaya received the signal from Blue True Dragon Akez, and led the True Dragon to swoop down from high in the sky.
At this moment, the True Dragonw in the sky swooped, and the dependents on the ground surged, intending to destroy the Orcs.
"Prepare! The claws and teeth of Kogmora will utterly destroy the enemy here! The will of Holy Kogmora shines upon us! Even if flesh perishes, souls will forever return to the Holy Temple!"
Yug the Gnoll roared, "With the blood of the enemy, sacrifice to the heroic spirits of the Holy Temple! With the bones of the enemy, offer tribute to the throne of our King!"
"With the blood of the enemy, sacrifice to the heroic spirits of the Holy Temple! With the bones of the enemy, offer tribute to the throne of our King!" The Steel Warriors roared in unison, stepping forward and swinging their heavy blades, charging ahead.
The earth trembled, the sky boiled, and at the first clash of steel and flesh, countless warriors fell. The True Dragons flew low, their power slaying countless enemies and tearing apart the enemies' strongest defenses.
The Dragon clan's warriors were fearless and unafraid; they shouted the will of Holy Kogmora, sensing the will of the True Dragons, and the power of their hearts shone within them, activating the Temple of Heroes high on the mountain peak.
The silent Temple of Heroes , for the first time today, soared without its master's active inducement. In the innermost core space of that Holy Temple, a small elemental pool boiled at this moment, rising with a roar under the blessing and operation of numerous heroic spirits.
"Our souls will return to the throne, resting in the Temple of Heroes, while the souls of our enemies will be annihilated here!"
The Centaur Chiron roared, extending his long blade, leading the heavy cavalry and beast cavalry to charge down at this moment.
The steel torrent cut directly into the Orc Army, like a sharp blade slicing through tofu, invincible.
Countless surging wills, devout prayers, and loyal souls converged at this moment, and a vast power pierced through space, descending upon that unfathomable, ethereal place.
In the barren spiritual world, a large cocoon shattered inch by inch, revealing a colossal body. This colossal body remained quietly prostrate, and in the next instant, he opened his eyes. The newborn Lord of the True Dragons raised his head at this moment.
At the same time, the True Dragon's Temple of Heroes rose with a roar, and countless heroic spirits appeared in the radiance of faith, beating war drums, singing the song of the True Dragon, and spreading holy light on behalf of the streamer.