Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 181 Behemoth
The collision between the dragon's loyal iron cavalry and the flesh and blood of the orc army suddenly roared at this moment, and the battlefield instantly became a hell of blood and bones.

Led by the terrifying centaur dragon monster Chiron, the heavy iron cavalry, carrying a rolling cloud of dust and noise, crashed directly into the orc army that had not yet had time to form a defensive formation.

The knights forged of steel and iron were like an irresistible tide of sharp blades, directly cutting through the orc army. Countless orcs met their destined end the moment they faced the impact.

These orcs roared in vain and raised their weapons, but were instantly chopped into pieces by countless flashing steel knives, and their remains were trampled into mud by the steel torrent.

The orcs who raised their shields were also cut into pieces by the interlaced and shining sword lights along with their shields. The orc spellcaster was still holding his staff and chanting loudly, but the magic light had not yet risen, and the steel torrent had already stepped over his broken body and rushed past.

Destroy with overwhelming force and be invincible!
The dragon's iron cavalry carried an unparalleled impact force and in just a short moment it had already pierced through the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of orcs.

These knights are like mountains and fire. Their iron bodies are as tall as mountains, and their blazing blades are as fast as fire. Even dragons dare not face their blades and bloodthirsty flames head-on.

The seemingly powerful and solid lineup of tens of thousands of orcs was directly on the brink of panic and collapse, and countless orcs dissolved the originally loose formation as they retreated.

Rub, rub, rub,
The dragonborn monster's long sword cut through several hooks and chains, and then its sturdy body swept past the two dragons trapped in the chain net, leaving behind only a loud and approving roar: "Follow me, follow me, live up to the blood of the dragon, and perish with me!"

Rumble,
A torrent of steel swept past the dragon, and rays of sword light chopped up the surrounding orcs and severed the shackles that bound and trapped the dragon, and then rushed past without stopping.

roar,
The two giant dragons roared, and even though they were bleeding and their scales were broken, they were already caught up in the rage and frenzy of the dragons.

The blue dragon Carlit and the green dragon Ellie slapped the ground with their claws. Their scales and muscles opened and closed and trembled, shaking off the blood-stained arrows and barbs on their bodies. The claws on their wings supported the ground, and they ran with all fours. The giant dragons joined the torrent of steel and iron.

The dozens of remaining dragon knights in the sky screamed excitedly and flew back down from the sky, following the two sides of this powerful and unstoppable heavy cavalry, their long moon-blade swords shining with bloodthirsty light.

The beast cavalry on the periphery of the orc army, those gnolls armed with short bows and crossbows and green-skinned knights riding the beasts under their crotch, roamed around the periphery of the orc army like flying kites, diverting the army's attention.

But the damage they caused was not much less than that caused by the Centaur cavalry.

A single-shot musket needed to be reloaded after each shot, but its power was enough to penetrate the tough-skinned giant elephants on the grassland. The orcs whose formation was disrupted by the heavy cavalry became rows of dense targets in front of these beast riders.

They aimed and fired recklessly, then retreated to reload, returned again, and repeated the action.

The short crossbows and short bows held by other kobolds and green-skinned goblins are not as powerful as muskets, but they can still cause heavy casualties as most orcs are simply wrapped in animal skins for defense.

"Surround and kill them. Surround and kill them."

Several chieftains of the orc tribes stood under the flags of their tribes, roaring and commanding the surrounding orc warriors to block the heavy cavalry, trap them, and then gradually wear them down.

But the sand and dust were swirling, the steel storm was fierce, and no one could stop this steel torrent led by the powerful dragon-born centaur.

The dragon roared, its steel claws and iron tail crisscrossed the weeds and gravel, biting and slashing, and followed the cavalry to cut through the entire orc army.

The dragon monster's eyes gradually turned red and it also noticed the flags surrounding the orcs. As long as the chiefs of these orcs were killed, the orc army would collapse immediately.

The orc cavalry not far away has also returned and is now approaching the battlefield. They are accelerating in the direction of the dragon heavy cavalry that is breaking out of the orc army. It won't be long before a collision occurs.

Those orc cavalry were the most elite troops in the entire orc army. Many of their warriors were also wearing armor and holding sophisticated weapons. Led by the powerful orc chief, they were bypassing the orc army's obstacles and charging rapidly from the periphery.

"Form a formation, send shieldmen to the front and reinforce the defense line," the orc chieftain shouted loudly under the flag sail, in an effort to gather the scattered orc army and restore the formation.

The Centaur Chiron led the cavalry that had pierced through the army and turned around again, then quickly regrouped. His eyes, which gradually turned into the color of a red dragon, swept over the silent cavalry.

Although these warriors were strong enough and covered in sturdy heavy armor, a dozen of them were knocked down by the strong orcs with their flesh and blood, or hit away with sledgehammers, exchanging blood for blood, withering into mud, and forever sinking in silence on that battlefield.

The rest of the heavily armored warriors did not suffer any serious injuries. The solid iron armor could not be broken by the crude weapons of these orcs. Only traces were left. However, the tens of thousands of troops were pierced through, and these powerful knights were left breathing quietly.

Their blades were stained with blood, and the blood and flesh of the enemies had dyed the black armor dark red, but the eyes of these warriors were becoming brighter and more intense.

"Our goal is to completely defeat these orcs here. We cannot let them get into the heart of our territory," the dragon-born centaur said with great momentum, the features of a dragon becoming more and more obvious.

The red mane is like steel wire, the red horsetail is like an iron broom, and the blood scales all over the body are steaming with heat, like the misty sulfur breath of a red dragon.

The fangs in his mouth were intertwined, and he glanced at the heavily armored knights who had already prepared themselves, and said in a voice as strong as steel: "The Spear of Gogmora will crush any enemy that stands in the way. The will of the Holy Gogmora is with us."

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

The strongest and most powerful centaur monster under the dragon raised his blood-stained sword and roared coldly: "We will sacrifice the temple with the blood of our enemies, and dedicate the throne with the heads of our enemies!"

"The flesh and blood will perish and return to the temple forever. The blood will be sacrificed to the temple and the skull will be dedicated to the throne!"

Countless iron warriors raised the long swords in their hands and responded loudly!
The two giant dragons also raised their heads and let out roars that shook the earth and sky.

Boom! The torrent of steel and iron started to roll again, and under the leadership of Chiron, the king of the Centaurs, whose whole body was filled with a fiery aura, they launched a new charge.

The earth shook like thousands of horses galloping and the sound of the tide rolled, directly crashing into the defense line of the orc army.

This time, the organized line of the orc army was more fragile than before. The centaur warriors and the mixed heavy cavalry were no longer silent. They let out terrible roars, and the long swords in their hands were like thunder and lightning in the sky, and their mighty power was unstoppable.

"Forward, forward, crush everything!" The surging sound was as terrifying as thunder, and the bright sword light was faster than lightning.

The shield wall organized by the orc warriors was broken by one charge, the spears they were holding were forcibly broken, heads rolled down, and hot blood spurted out from their necks.

Two giant dragons were running on both sides of the heavy armor torrent. The magic power of these two female dragons had been squeezed dry, but they still had claws as sharp as swords and bodies as strong as heavy armor.

They were like two war machines dancing wildly on the battlefield, attacking in all directions, tearing the enemy's flesh and blood, and crushing the enemy's tendons, skin and bones.

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

"Kill them, stop them," the orc chieftain held high the battle flag and encouraged the orc warriors to launch an attack.

"We should retreat, reunite with the chieftain, and then reorganize the army. Our formation has been broken up and it's hard to stop them!"

The orc guard beside him shouted loudly that the unstoppable torrent of steel was rushing towards this direction. The shocking shouts of killing were swept up by the strong wind, and the strong smell of blood in the wind made the brave orcs frightened.

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

The orc chieftain roared: "Attack, attack, carry the battle flag, follow me, and charge."

But no matter how fearless the courage is, it will be crushed under the torrent of steel. The guards brought by this brave orc chief were defeated by a single blow from the heavy cavalry. His raised spear pierced through a warrior and was then chopped into pieces by several sword flashes.

Battle flags fell one after another, and the torrent of steel was also damaged, but as the crazy dragon army attacked and pierced through the orcs, these armies composed of various tribes finally began to disintegrate completely and fled in all directions of the grassland.

The beast cavalry, gnolls and greenskin riders on the periphery also suffered heavy losses at this time. The dragon's iron legion deliberately avoided the front of the orc cavalry, wanting to defeat the orc infantry first.

Those orc cavalry could not attack their formation, so they also wiped out these beast riders.

But the remaining beast cavalry began to bypass the scattered orcs and gather towards their own cavalry corps, because the moment of the final decisive battle had arrived.

The dragon's iron army and the orc cavalry stood facing each other across countless fleeing orcs, more than a thousand meters apart.

Fufufu,
The orcs' mounts were paddling their hooves restlessly. Even though these orcs were the elite of the orc army and had not expended much energy, they still did not dare to be negligent in the face of the dragon army which had suffered heavy losses.

The smell of blood in the air was enough to make people want to vomit, but the strong orc chieftain Detanan reined in the dragon beast under his crotch and held the spear tightly in his hand.

He knew very well that if they could win this cavalry duel, then their Orc Alliance would still have a chance, and he could also use the momentum of victory to gather the rest of the army.

Although the army was killed and scattered, the loss was not so heavy that it was unacceptable, as there were still more than 30,000 orc warriors.

It just so happened that most of the orc chieftains had been killed, so he could legitimately unify all the orcs and twist them into a more united rope, which would be more powerful than a loose alliance.

Those dragon soldiers could not be allowed to rest any more now. The orc chieftain, the powerful Detanan, raised the spear made of the spine of a shadow dragon and roared: "Orcs, never be slaves!"

"Orcs, we will never be slaves!" These most elite and strongest orcs responded in unison, following their chieftain's lead and galloping forward. Even if there were orcs of their own kind in front of them, they would break through the obstacles.

Thousands of cavalrymen charged forward in a mighty force.

"Follow me, follow me closely, until my flesh and blood are gone." The Centaur Chiron took a deep breath and stopped breathing. The spare long sword in his hand was already a little damaged.

"Until the flesh and blood perish!"

Behind him, the former Centaur leader Kali, and Kali's spouse, the Centaur Drogo, two powerful warriors second only to Chiron, also stopped to catch their breath and spoke at the same time.

Their sturdy armor was dented, and the inner armor was soaked with dark red blood, some from the enemy and some from their own.

All the surviving fighters were encouraged and re-equipped.

Chiron clenched his steel-like teeth, stamped his powerful hooves, and started running again. Behind him were his brave dragon followers. The torrent of steel restarted, the landslide and the tsunami, all moving forward without hesitation!

……

The roaring artillery fire immediately collapsed the walls of the Golden City, revealing a large gap. Fortunately, this result had already been expected by the blue dragon Akzi. All the soldiers had retreated into the city wall, and the two metal dragons also returned safely.

The young red dragon Caedilos, with two giant crossbows on his back, finally climbed into the city wall at the last moment.

Fortunately, the city wall was originally built to defend against the orcs' artillery attacks, so almost half of the city was retreated and built on the side of the central street of the Golden City.

If the orcs' artillery wanted to attack the city wall, they would have to relocate their positions. Only by moving to the vicinity of the outer wall of the Golden City could they attack the city wall's defenses. This gave the dragon army a chance to rest and catch their breath.

But for some reason, the orc warriors rarely participated in the attack in the past few days, and their artillery positions did not move. Most of the time, it was the Shahua people who attacked the city.

Moreover, the intention of those Shahua murlocs to attack was far less than their intention to plunder the city. A large number of murlocs poured in from the collapsed city walls.

Then, like robbers, they rushed into houses and buildings, carrying away gold, silver, jewelry, or exquisite handicrafts such as statues that had not been taken away in time.

Only a small number of fishmen turned to scavenging after their failed attempts to attack the city. These fishmen even took down and removed the pillars with exquisite carvings, which made the dragon soldiers look down on them.

There was a lot of fighting in the city every day. Without the threat of artillery fire, the dragon warriors were also sweeping through the seemingly endless number of Shahua fishmen in this familiar city.

A large number of troops were changing guards and resting, and replenishing lost weapons and supplies. After all the dragon group's followers were reorganized into an army to participate in the war, a large amount of logistical work had been completed by those who volunteered to be recruited.

Faan and other soldiers who volunteered to serve as war reserves were also sent to transport large quantities of arrows, artillery shells and food to the City of Gold.

During periods when the intensity of the war was not high, these reserve soldiers were allowed to participate in defense and conduct practical exercises with their bows, arrows, muskets, and swords, which allowed this group of reserve forces to grow rapidly.

Due to his outstanding martial arts skills and outstanding qualities and strength, Faan has been named a centurion of the reserve legion, leading nine soldiers to patrol the city walls and fill in the gaps.

This is the highest rank that a recruit can reach. The position of centurion must be held by veterans who have experienced battles and received meritorious rewards.

"Boss, you have such superb martial arts and great strength, why do you want to be an ordinary soldier? With your ability, you can do anything better than this."

The fuzz on the mouth of the young soldier next to him had just faded away and turned rough. At this moment, he was talking to his captain with a smile. After a few days of training, these young soldiers began to become less nervous than before and became more relaxed.

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

Hearing his subordinates' words, Faan's thick beard raised the corners of his mouth. "Our homeland is threatened, and we always need someone to stand up. Although my ability is not great, I am still willing to contribute to my homeland."

"Besides, the followers of the dragons are willing to sacrifice their lives to protect the Golden Land and its people. Aren't we also one of the Golden People? I really can't just enjoy their protection and indulge in the warmth created by their blood."

"Hehe," the young soldier scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly, "I'm not as thoughtful as you think, Captain. I just want to drive these orcs away as soon as possible so that I can go home and farm. I can't let these beasts ruin my newly opened five acres of land."

Faan reached out and patted the young soldier on the shoulder, smiling softly, "We're all the same!"

Several giant dragons, carrying the young red dragon Caedilos who was about to fall into eternal sleep, landed in front of the dragon's treasure house. Several white dragons had been unchained, but their daily residence was still here.

Without the summons of the blue dragon Akzi, these white dragons can only move around here and guard the treasure house for the dragon group.

During this period, many adventurers tried to take advantage of the situation, but were hanged on tree stumps outside the canyon by the dragon's soldiers.

There were also some adventurers who were particularly good at stealth. They sneaked into the canyon and were frozen into ice sculptures by several white dragons. They were placed in front of the treasure house and used as toys and spare food for the white dragons.

And now, these white dragons have new tasks. Not only are they responsible for guarding the dragon treasure house when not summoned, they also need to protect the safety of this dying young red dragon who is about to step into the kingdom of God in hell.

The bronze dragon Alina, the copper dragon Alfred, and the foreign dragon Naxxon all came here. The young red dragon's body was too heavy, and in order to avoid the red dragon being shaken to death during transportation, several giant dragons had to transport it back carefully and quickly.

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

This is the fruit of the Tree of Life that Akzi brought back from his own nest. It was the spoils of war he obtained when he conquered the Green Forest plane.

These fruits are so powerful that each dragon hides them in the safest place they think - their own lair, and seals them with magic.

Akzi originally intended to save this fruit and swallow it when he entered adolescence and fell into a deep sleep, in order to increase his life essence and better develop his bloodline.

But facing the dying young red dragon, the blue dragon restrained himself with great willpower and decided to use his own life fruit to feed the red dragon that had shed blood for the dragon group.

"I believe that Gemot and Kalon will make the same choice at this time," the blue dragon Akzi looked at the fruit emitting a bright light in his claws reluctantly, with a greedy and painful look in his pupils.

"He is about to die, don't look at Akzi," although there was greed in the eyes of the bronze dragon Alina, but she also got the same spoils, so she was not like the foreign dragon Naxon, who even had ambergris flowing out.

"Anyway, you can still ask Karon for compensation. If you really can't bear to part with it, just use mine," the bronze dragon Alina was a little anxious. Saving the young red dragon was the conclusion reached by all the dragons after discussion.

After this battle, although several giant dragons were somewhat dissatisfied with the uncontrollable nature of the young red dragon, their recognition of the red dragon increased slightly. It has evolved from a tool dragon that could be discarded at any time to a more useful tool dragon.

The blue dragon Akzi sighed reluctantly, but still stuffed the fruit of life into the mouth of the young red dragon. He kept muttering, "Not only will I ask Kalon for compensation, but Caedilos, you will also have to work for the dragon group for free for two hundred years after you recover to repay your debt!"

"No, two hundred years is only enough for you to repay your debt. You need to add another hundred years as compensation for the damage to my spirit. I gave up this invaluable treasure for you. It really hurts my heart!"

The young red dragon's body was covered with wounds and holes, but the wounds had been slightly relieved by the healing magic. He 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, my life, Caedilos, is only worth three hundred years?" The young red dragon raised his head with difficulty, and said stubbornly with his long neck stretched out.

……

Even after a very brutal war, the orc kingdom's army still numbered nearly 80,000. These orcs had unloaded all the weapons and supplies from the ships in the past few days and built military camps on the flat ground outside the Golden City.

Only the orc prince Garn 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 Garn was standing with his closest and most trusted lieutenant, Cole, who was also his most powerful warrior, looking out at the dilapidated Golden City and the fishmen who were still in high spirits even though they were covered in blood.

"These stupid and short-sighted murlocs actually stopped us because they were afraid that the orcs would take their treasures. Their brains are really filled with salt water."

The powerful orc warrior Cole's protruding fangs were wiggling, and the contempt and disdain in his eyes were beyond words.

"Oh, after all, it is half of the Golden City. If we didn't have a bigger goal, even I would be tempted. The wealth of the Golden City is beyond my imagination."

The orc prince Garen held the railing on the deck and looked towards the camp of the Shahuagin with a hint of deep meaning. Countless exquisite utensils were placed there, as well as piles of gold, silver and copper coins, waiting to be counted by the prince's guards.

"Those dragon knights keep harassing and damaging our ships, trying to cut off our supply lines from the sea. If this continues, our food and supplies will soon be exhausted and we won't be able to replenish them. Garn, we should capture this city as soon as possible."

Orc warrior Cole said in a deep voice.

Recently, the dragon riders have been looking for opportunities to launch sneak attacks, destroying and sinking dozens of ships at sea. Fortunately, all the supplies have been moved ashore, otherwise the orcs would have suffered even greater losses.

"Even half of the golden city will not satisfy these murlocs. They will soon finish looting. At most, they will start attacking the city in two days. We don't need to rush. Let these murlocs explore the way for us. A huge city is most suitable for fierce fire. I don't want the orcs to rush into the city."

The orc prince smiled faintly.

The raging fire is the fierce fire that once caused a fire on the sea. Because it burned so fiercely that sea water could not easily put it out, it was called the raging fire by the orcs.

"And the bodies of those murlocs can also become our food," the orc Garen said coldly, "When those murlocs have encountered enough setbacks, they will naturally invite us to join the attack."

"As long as we can quickly break through the last defense of the city, we can send back the message. When those stingy old guys see our success, they will naturally give their all."

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

"If we want to quickly break through the last line of defense, the resistance we encounter will not be that easy. Should we release it and directly defeat this line of defense to prevent the night from being too long and the dreams from being too many?"

Orc Cole looked into the cabin of the 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 and dark like a pillar, and is engraved with densely packed magic runes, which are obviously meant to suppress and appease the creatures in the giant iron cage.

The creature sleeping in the iron cage was enormous, and the sound of its slowly beating heart was like the sound of a heavy drum, deep and powerful.

Its tail is as straight as hemlock, its muscles are carved from solid diamond, and its bones are harder than steel. It is called Behemoth in Dragon Language and Elvish, and in Orcish or translated into the common language of the continent, its name is - Behemoth!
The orc prince Garen shook his head. "No, we cannot control it perfectly. It will be my final weapon to slay the dragons. It is also our vital confidence. We cannot release it so easily."

"But I just hope we don't need to use it, because that would mean we would be isolated and helpless," said the orc prince Garen, standing on the deck, looking at the Golden City in the distance, "then we would become abandoned pawns and would have to go all out!"

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