Throne of the North.

Chapter 327: Legendary Realm, Incompetent King

The moment the warthog carrying the mountain appeared, Commander Eiffel's face changed and he felt tremendous pressure.

This is inevitable. Who would have thought that a mountain would grow on the back of a warthog?

What terrible power does it possess?

Eiffel didn't want to try, but the warthog carrying the mountain had already stood up. It looked at the feathered dragon army in the sky and gave a low call.

Then, a terrifying devouring force enveloped the Feathered Dragon Legion. The powerful sub-dragon soldiers struggled in the sky at this moment, but the increasingly terrifying devouring force made them closer and closer to the earth, closer to the warthog carrying the mountain on its back.

"Legendary realm, it has a legendary realm."

Eiffel was shocked, because this was a power that rewrote the laws. In this domain, everything had to obey its will.

The legendary realm has another name, and that is the Demigod Throne. The warthog in front of him is definitely not a demigod, because Surtur of Twilight will not allow it. It is the other party's people. All power comes from the leader of Twilight, Surtur who is reborn from the ashes.

The Yulong Legion struggled, but they were getting closer and closer to the ground and the mountain. When the Yulong was only a few meters away from the ground, tens of thousands of Warthog Orc warriors on the mountain's backs finally moved.

The roar that resounded through the sky fell, and thousands of Warthog Orcs fell down the huge mountain like dumplings. Their sharp fangs and the bone knives growing on their arms easily pierced the defense of the thick feathers on the surface of the feather dragon.

The blood instantly dyed the white body of Yulong red. Ants can kill an elephant, but these warthog orc warriors are not just ants, they are ferocious vultures, frantically tearing apart Yulong's defense.

Finally, the first feather dragon couldn't bear it anymore, and a hog orc warrior stabbed his weapon into its heart, with the holy light surging in his body, trying to save the dying feather dragon, but more and more hog orc warriors approached, they tore at the feather dragon's flesh and blood, and the bone blades cut more wounds, consuming the holy light of the dawn in the feather dragon's body.

Yulong's vitality continued to disappear, just like his health bar, which kept decreasing in percentage, and the knights behind him had to take action.

The divine arts in the hands of the Feather Dragon Knights continued to fall, but the Feather Dragons were too close to the ground. Perhaps they were still the undisputed kings on the ground, but they still could not compete with the huge number of Warthog Orc warriors. They jumped up, and their legs like ice picks pierced deeply into the Feather Dragon's flesh, and then climbed upwards.

Faced with the imminent threat, the Yulong Knights had to give up their divine arts and draw out their knightly swords. They were the Dawn Knights of the Holy See, and were more powerful than many knights at the same level.

The long sword clashed with the bone blade, and one, two, and three warthog orc warriors fell from the back of Yulong, but more warthog orc warriors still pierced the knight's chest with the bone blade.

Blood gushed out, and the knights did not have the blessing of resurrection, and their blood-stained bodies fell towards Yulong.

boom!
The huge corpse of the feathered dragon fell to the ground, but even so, the corpse was still moving slowly towards the warthog carrying the mountain on its back. It was the devouring power that was guiding it.

Finally, Yulong came to the front of the warthog. The huge warthog monster, which had been walking for a day and a night, needed huge nutrition for its tired body, so it opened its bloody mouth like the abyss and swallowed Yulong.

As if eating wild fruits, the feather dragon tamed by the power of morning light changed its expression a little, and the food seemed to be more delicious than before.

It must have more nutrition to maintain its wakefulness, otherwise it will enter a new round of sleep, so the tens of thousands of warthog orc warriors are attacking Yulong more and more fiercely.

"Kill them all!"

The warthog orc warriors were roaring. No matter what group they were from, as long as they were orcs, they would have a chance to go berserk when faced with the stimulation of blood. The blood of the feather dragon was so powerful that it made them excited and thrilled. Hunting such prey made these warthog orc warriors party.

Commander Eiffel's eyes were bloodshot, every feathered dragon in the Feathered Dragon Legion was an invaluable treasure of the Holy See, but now they were struggling on the brink of death. They were unable to exert their full strength and were being besieged.

But he couldn't help them. The warthog carrying the mountain on its back was staring at Eiffel. It felt the powerful energy and blood in Eiffel's body, which was like an avalanche and was stronger than those feathered dragons.

Then, a huge shadow appeared on the ground and covered Eiffel. The legion commander looked up and saw that there was no huge monster casting a shadow in the sky, so the enemy came from -

boom! ! ! !

Like a volcanic eruption, the earth exploded from the depths, and a huge warthog head rushed out from the depths of the earth, savagely crashing towards Eiffel. Due to the existence of the legendary realm, the legendary Eiffel was unable to take off. He could only watch as the warthog head made up of dusk power crashed into him.

The terrifying fangs were bent, emitting a sharp edge that could penetrate metal. Eiffel held the greatsword in both hands, stood on Yulong's back, and displayed his legendary fighting skills.

The greatsword slashed on the warthog's head, making a deafening roar. The extremely terrifying shock force made the feathers of the feathered dragon under Eiffel's feet stand up. Eiffel himself had flesh and blood shaking, and dense cracks appeared on the bones of his arms. The soft state spread throughout his body.

This is the power of the warthog carrying the mountain. It can even carry the mountain on its back and walk and run. How powerful is its power?
Eiffel was a little frightened. He was furious when he saw the feather dragons falling one after another, but the power of the warthog made it impossible for him to move forward.

He took a deep breath and his eyes gradually turned snow-white.

The three thousand feathered dragons will never be allowed to be wiped out here. As a legend of the Holy See, Eiffel's power is unimaginable to others.

"Even if you are a demigod today, you will be buried with Yulong."

"The flames of the morning will whip your soul forever!"

"Unforgivable!!!"

When the last sentence came out, Eiffel's voice had become majestic and sacred. He slowly rose into the air. At this moment, he was no longer affected by the legendary realm. Above the sky, even though it was about to enter night, the afterglow of the sun still shone down. Bathed in the glory of the Lord of Dawn, the power in Eiffel's body continued to rise.

The greatsword in his hand was raised, and a pure white glow bathed this legendary weapon, and the dim world seemed to be split into two. The dazzling sword light became the only thing under the sky, dividing the day and night like a door.

"Evil beings, heretics of the dusk, you will face the judgment of the dawn!"

The greatsword swung, and the brilliant light that tore through the dark sky also swung up and descended on the head of the warthog carrying the mountain on its back.

The warthogs are huge and the mountains are towering, but the Lord of the Morning hangs eternally at the end of the world, at the highest point of the sky.

The snow-white light fell with the force of thunder, oppressing the earth, raising huge waves and dispersing countless dust and rubble.

"Heretic, you will suffer the Dawn——【Holy Judgment】!"

At this moment, the snow-white light turned into golden color, and the greatsword slashed towards the warthog carrying the mountain on its back. As Eiffel said, even demigods would have to bow their heads before the sword light of this holy judgement.

The warthog carrying the mountain on its back roared, and the divine power in its body condensed into a complete huge warthog that rushed towards the sky without being affected by gravity. This was its means of attack. It believed that its strength was enough to destroy everything, but facing the golden sword above its head, its strength felt fragile and decayed for the first time.

The warthog formed by divine power was shattered in front of the Holy Judge, and the golden sword was about to descend on the mountain on the warthog's back.

At this critical moment, Hernan on another mountain took action. In his body, the power left by the last dusk Surtur turned into gray flames. The flames enveloped the warthog carrying the mountain on its back, and turned into a vague barrier between darkness and light.

Hernan's feet were suspended in the air, and he opened his arms as if embracing a great existence. The surging power in his body turned into a barrier like a warthog carrying a mountain on its back, blocking the golden judgment falling from the sky.

Eiffel was right. This sword would be difficult to be broken by any legend, not even a demigod. But the problem was that there was a true god on this battlefield. Even if He just cast His gaze down, the remaining power was enough to block the Holy Judgment of Dawn.

A dark crack appeared in the ground, and the warthog knelt down on all fours, with one leg stuck in the crack. The power of the Holy Judgment made it unable to breathe, and a large amount of rocks rolled down from the mountain connected to its flesh and blood on its back, knocking down hundreds of warthog orcs on the ground.

As for those Warthog orcs who remained on the mountain, they were even more miserable. Those who fell down were the best. Most of them fell directly from the sky during the collapse of the mountain and hit the ground, turning into a pool of meat paste.

To the Warthog orcs, this was undoubtedly the destruction of the world in progress. For the entire battlefield, mountains collapsed and the ground sank. The aftermath of the terrible force completely destroyed the mountains and fields. Trees and shrubs rooted in the earth were blown up and fell to the ground hundreds of meters away and shattered.

This was a disaster, but it also marked the failure of the Eiffel Legion Commander's method. He looked at the intact warthog carrying the mountain, his face pale. The feather dragon under him felt his condition and flew towards the south sky without looking back. It was also seriously injured. After all, if you want to avoid being completely controlled by the legendary domain, you have to fight. After the departure of the legion commander, the remaining knights of the Feather Dragon Legion also began to call on the Feather Dragon to retreat. However, in front of the crazy warthog orc warriors and the mountain warthog domain that still maintained the legendary domain, no Feather Dragon could escape this gravity and threat.

The sky gradually darkened, gradually drowning out the light of the day. Before the Moon Lady rose, the light of the dawn had already disappeared outside the world. On the dark battlefield, the warthog orc warriors tore the flesh and blood of the feather dragon. The wailing of the Asian dragon and the flash of holy light witnessed the end of the war.

"I will fall asleep again..."

The warthog carrying the mountain said that every time it woke up, it consumed too much energy. These feather dragons did not completely belong to it. It could even be said that most of them were sacrifices to Surtur at Dusk. So it had to fall asleep again, otherwise the extreme hunger would kill it.

It can only survive by staying in a dormant state without eating.

……

Burning grey flames filled Eiffel's pupils. The erosion of dusk made it difficult for him to resist, not only him, but also the feathered dragon under him.

How could they only defend and not attack when facing a truly great being? Surtur's rage allowed the flames of dusk to erode Eiffel. The moment the legion commander returned to the royal city, he was destined to quickly return to the Holy Mountain to be baptized by the dawn and to dispel the power of dusk with the glory of the Lord of the Dawn.

The quality was so high that neither the Cardinal nor Reverend Soto could do anything about it.

"Three thousand feathered dragon knights were completely wiped out just like that?"

The cardinal was extremely angry. He wanted to blame Eiffel, but the other party's condition made him realize that this was definitely not a simple failure. Surter's power caused heavy losses to the Vatican's extraordinary army.

"The Feather Dragon Legion must not die here. If you take them back to the Holy Mountain, you will lose three thousand Feather Dragon Knights. The Church will not assign you any more missions in the next few decades."

Three thousand Feathered Dragon Knights died, and there are still five thousand Feathered Dragon Knights left, but this kind of thing cannot be measured by numbers!
Let alone three thousand, even if three hundred Feather Dragon Knights died, the Holy See would not allow the Feather Dragon Legion to go to war again within three to five years. The configuration of eight thousand Feather Dragon Legion would consume countless resources and wealth of the Holy See.

Want to train 3,000 feather dragons and 3,000 feather dragon knights again? The latter is easy to say, but the former may be difficult to recover even in a hundred years, because those are feather dragons, a sub-dragon extraordinary soldier.

The loss of three thousand is just a small number that is not enough to describe the loss suffered by the Holy See this time.

In other words, after fighting the war with the Empire on the edge of the Western Sea for so long, the losses on both sides were not as great as the blow brought to the Holy See by the death of three thousand Feathered Dragon Knights!

It's that serious.

The Yulong Legion must not stay here and must return to the Holy Mountain to recuperate. Moreover, due to the condition of Legion Commander Eiffel, it is not suitable for him to stay in the kingdom.

"The alien god has consumed all of His power."

Eiffel said this at last, and then just as the sky was getting light and the morning light was shining on the earth, dispelling the darkness, the Yulong Legion went away in the direction of the light, leaving this land of right and wrong.

On the same day, the brutal orcs continued to move south, threatening the royal city of Andara.

There is naturally a defense line to the north of the royal city. That defense line was originally used to defend against foreign tribes moving south from the northern border. Unlike the empty Xiangshan Plain Fortress in the North Wind Province, this defense line was not built with shoddy work.

Dozens of solid fortresses are an unbeatable line of defense against the orcs in the north, but there is a biggest problem.

This line of defense, if it didn't just exist there, would be able to resist the orcs coming south from the north.

It needs people, a large number of soldiers and slaves, to use a tough offensive to fight against the barbaric orcs.

The most difficult thing to organize in the Andara Kingdom right now is its people.

"Quick, tell all the nobles my order and ask them to send troops to the north to defend against the orcs!"

Inside the palace, Andara's new king, McPherson, roared heart-wrenchingly. He was really terrified. The orcs were very close, but so far none of the nobles' troops had arrived.

"Let the Church, let Reverend Soto send the Church's army to the north. Didn't he recently form a crusading army?"

"Also, send all the slaves in the royal city to the north and have them stop the orcs. If they can't stop the orcs, I will hang them on tree stumps!"

The new king's fear turned into rage. He was intoxicated by the taste of power and issued crazy orders, forcing the people of the kingdom to fight against the invading orcs.

The new king's orders were still somewhat useful. For example, the nobles who were close to the royal city actively dispatched troops to form an army of 20,000 to go to the defense line to resist the attack of the warthog orcs.

Further away, the effect was limited, but there were still quite a few scattered troops advancing towards the north of the royal city. The nobles of the kingdom were not Grand Duke McReynolds, and they could not resist the king's orders.

However, from the first day of the war, the news coming back from the northern defense line every day made the nobles of the kingdom tremble with fear.

In the north, large tracts of land were occupied by hog orcs. Countless people were killed and all their wealth and food were plundered. Even some humans became part of the rations for the hog orcs. The orcs living in the cold winter in the north never cared about what they ate.

Gradually, the defense line began to fail because of the small number of people. Most of the soldiers sent by the nobles were slaves. Although they had experienced previous wars, their skills and courage in fighting were still there.

However, facing the ferocious and tall Warthog orcs is a challenge in itself. The gap in strength, even if it is made up by wisdom, still cannot change the disadvantage in numbers, and the defense line is constantly collapsing.

Faced with the threat of their lives, some nobles in the north began to shout at the top of their lungs, questioning the king's authority.

"Why did the orcs attack so smoothly?!"

"You are the king, you are responsible for the lives and safety of the nobles. My territory is in danger, and may be invaded by orcs tomorrow. I don't see any reinforcements from the king to help me fight against the orc army!"

The nobles were angry and terrified and began to denounce the king for his inaction.

Although McPherson was angry, he had to respond. He came to the queen's bedroom respectfully, but the queen here was not his queen, but the old king's queen, the sister of Grand Duke Leta.

"Mother, the Leta family must send troops. Only the Witch and Ghost Legion can resist the invasion of the orcs."

Queen Leta's voice was heard from inside the palace.

"I am already a woman of the Andara royal family. I have no further connection with the Leta family. My words are not enough to command my brother the Grand Duke."

Macpherson became angry at this moment. All the pressure made him, the king, feel at a loss. All the accusations seemed to be awakening his incompetence, which was an absolute insult to a king.

Facing the nobles, he didn't dare to speak because he had failed to answer any of the questions asked of him.

When facing the members of the royal harem, he finally exploded.

"This place doesn't belong to you, get out of my palace!!!"

The king roared in hysterical anger and drove away the old king's queen. He finally found an opportunity to vent his frustration in the face of his own king's majesty and incompetence.

But what he didn't know was that in the eyes of the nobles, this scene made him another representative of stupidity and incompetence.

(End of this chapter)