Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 184 Guess
When the Centaur Chiron led the heavy armored troops and auxiliary troops back to the King's City, it caused a huge uproar.

At this time, the King's Capital had become the most important and central city in the dragon territory. Most of the residents of the Golden City were evacuated and settled here, and continued to build and consolidate the defense of this increasingly large city.

There are also countless merchants and adventurers from all over the world stranded here. The war between the dragons and the orc kingdom has blocked the best channel for the dragons to communicate with the outside world, and these huge numbers of stranded people are also trapped here.

Fortunately, order in the Dragon Territory had already been established, so these people did not have to worry about their lives and property being deprived. They hated the orcs far more than the residents of the Dragon Territory.

Because those orcs not only threatened their lives at any time, but also delayed their money-making plans, which was an unforgivable crime.

Therefore, when these people saw countless orc skulls nailed to tree stumps outside the King's City, they all applauded and cheered, and the sound of their celebration was even louder than that of the residents in the territory.

The golden people who had been gathered together prayed loudly for the fallen warriors, praying that the spirits of these warriors could rest in peace in the Dragon Temple on the top of the mountains.

Together, they praised loudly for the warriors who returned from the bloodbath, praising them as the spears of the holy lord, Gogmora, that crushed all enemies.

The bells and songs of the King's Capital rang out at dusk, accompanied by the curling smoke from the city's cooking fires, drifting towards the mountains.

A large number of orc captives were placed in a camp outside the city. These orcs came from various orc tribes on the grassland. Their leaders and power classes had all been executed. They were leaderless and could only accept the transformation and exploitation of the dragon territory.

There were no courageous troublemakers among these orc captives. Those who dared to instigate the orcs to resist had their heads hung on tree stumps erected beside the city walls, using their empty and numb eyes to give the orc captives the most profound lessons and warnings.

After being adapted and domesticated, these orcs will be armed in batches and serve as the vanguard troops in the territory to fight against their own people.

If they survive by chance, their sins will be forgiven and their lives will not end. Instead, they can "voluntarily" serve as members of the dragon army, and enjoy normal treatment, and will no longer be treated as consumables to be sacrificed at will.

There are also a large number of bards in the city. Some of these bards were hired by the Copper Dragon Alfred and specialize in propaganda work.

They are responsible for spreading the victory of this war to every corner and every village in the territory, so that all the people can share the joy of victory.

Some bards also traveled here, because the news of the war between orcs and dragons had been spread by the returning ships, attracting these curious bards to come here to collect materials.

There is no need to doubt the abilities of these bards; they can always sneak into the dragon territory through various strange means. After all, the orcs only blocked the seaports for large-scale operations, rather than blocking the entire dragon territory.

As the territory's law enforcer, the foreign dragon Naxon's recent mission is no easier than that of the several giant dragons on the front lines. The sharp increase in the number of people has made it more difficult to maintain order, and the war has made the originally sufficient guards stretched to the limit.

Fortunately, the laws promulgated by the dragon group have begun to be used by the subjects, and there are no major disturbances. The main task of the foreign dragon Naxon is to guard against those who are stranded here. The number of these people is close to 20,000, and they can easily cause various disturbances.

The ocean dragon Naxon also discovered traces of one or two bronze dragons among the bards who sang poems about chaos. Unlike his own kind, Alina, these bronze dragons preferred the art of war.

Many bronze dragons like to study the art of war, and sometimes they even transform themselves into soldiers and participate in the war. They will help the side of goodness and justice and defeat the evil side.

The orcs who initiated the war and invaded the dragon territory were certainly on the evil side, but the Golden Land led by the five-colored evil dragons was not on the righteous and kind side in the eyes of these bronze dragons.

So they just transformed themselves into bards, observing the art of war on both sides and having some fun.

The blue dragon Carlit and the green dragon Ellie returned from the battlefield and fell into a short sleep. The two female dragons lived up to their dragon blood and fought like crazy on the battlefield, killing a large number of orcs.

But their injuries were also quite serious, especially the excessive exploitation of their bloodline abilities had made them somewhat overwhelmed, and they could only recover better and faster by sleeping.

After two days of rest, the powerful Centaur warrior Chiron led the remaining 1,300 heavy armored knights and the rest of the beast knights on the road to the Golden City.

These heavily-armored warriors were the elite among the elite under the Dragon Group. They were capable of sweeping away professional elite legions that were several times larger than their own on the battlefield. However, facing the large number of orc armies, they still lost nearly one-third of their warriors.

This is also why Chiron is eager to resolve the battle and wants to support the most important main battlefield. Otherwise, relying on the heavy cavalry of the dragon group, it is enough to slowly wear down the huge orc army. On the flat grassland, the power of the heavy cavalry is difficult to resist.

As Chiron defeated the Orc tribe as planned and set out on the road to support, the battle in the Golden City was about to come to an end.

During these few days, the arc-shaped wall built to defend against artillery fire was attacked by the joint army of the Orc Kingdom and the Shahua people, and was lost countless times, but most of the time it was the dragon army that retreated on its own initiative.

Whenever the orcs' artillery roared, the blue dragon Akzi would command the legion to retreat behind the defense line to avoid the dense artillery fire and giant crossbow bombardment, and then launch a counterattack again when the orcs and murlocs poured into the city, and entangled with the opposing army.

The bloodthirsty Wolf Regiment led by the Wolf Captain Yugu and the mixed Berserker Legion led by the barbarian Gib were like demons in steel armor. Even the most elite Orc Legion could not break through the dome of these iron warriors and could not stop the attack of these iron warriors.

In the city of Weng, the orcs and murlocs who were unable to deploy all their forces became fish on the chopping board. Their blood and flesh had already soaked every piece of land in the city of Weng.

The elves' archer corps and mixed musketeer corps dealt a heavy blow to the orcs even though they were protected by spellcasters.

After repelling the attacks of orcs and murlocs, the breached city wall was helped by the elven druid army and war tree men before the next attack could be organized. They drove the forest into the city wall and blocked the gaps one by one.

After repeated battles and the consumption of the orcs' weapons and supplies, this makeshift city wall miraculously held out for nearly half a month.

The blue dragon Akzi stood with his huge body on the broken western wall, looking at the wall that had been shattered countless times, and a thick layer of broken wood had already formed on the ground.

Blood, flesh and bones condensed the broken wood together, and were trampled into solid areas of flesh and blood by the footsteps of countless warriors.

Even after countless repairs, the city wall is now collapsed in many places and is at the point where it cannot be repaired, so it has to be rebuilt.

The defense it provided was no longer sufficient to resist the next attack.

The bronze dragon Alina landed from the sky next to the blue dragon. This bronze dragon is not only responsible for the governance of the territory, but also needs to implement some plans from time to time.

For example, intercepting the orcs' supply ships at sea and harassing the orcs' rear positions at night with the dragon army, which made the bronze dragon obviously lose weight.

"Akizi, it's time to retreat. We are ready. The Centaur Chiron has also arrived with a cavalry corps. They are responsible for intercepting the army pursuing us. This will be enough for us to retreat smoothly to the next line of defense."

The blue dragon nodded, took one last look at this once prosperous city, then spread its wings and issued its own order: "The entire army retreats in order and retreats to the various defense lines according to the plan."

All the soldiers of the legion immediately began to operate in an orderly manner. In this war, these soldiers have developed the quality and habit of strictly obeying orders.

Bathed in blood and bones, the iron warriors silently evacuated the battlefield that had left such a deep impression on them. After a long period of consumption, these iron legions also lost many strong and brave warriors.

The surviving soldiers did not even have time to pray and pay tribute to the fallen heroes as they had to rush into the next battle. They also had no time to take away the bodies of their comrades and companions. They could only pray silently in their hearts that these brave and loyal souls could find the direction of the dragon temple in the mountains.

Faan was also in the legion, following the army's orderly evacuation. He looked up at the west wall of the city wall, where only a wall was left. Hundreds of archers and musketeers stood on it, ready to prevent the orcs and murlocs from launching another attack and to provide cover for the army's evacuation.

The team around Faan had been almost completely replaced. In this fierce and long-lasting repeated fighting, even these reserve legions lost a lot of soldiers.

Those who survived now could be called veterans. The reserve corps that these veterans belonged to was preparing to be established as a formal corps under the planning of the military department, and it would be the regular corps without a separate title in the Dragon Territory - the First Corps.

Because of his military exploits and outstanding performance, Fan was personally received by the Blue Dragon Akzi and promoted to centurion of the First Legion and captain of the first company of the legion.

He will lead his company to garrison in a sentry fort and become a key link in the territory's defense system.

Faan stepped out of the dilapidated city and could not help looking back. The letter in his arms was the last trace of his comrades who fell on this land, which made him hate the orcs and murlocs even more.

The former Paladin Faan, now Captain Faan, that declining power, actually began to raise its head again under this intense resentment.

However, the target of his prayers now is no longer the former Sun God Pero, so his power is no longer the light of justice, but the flames of revenge and destruction like a red dragon.

The Golden City is close to the coast, the main camp of the orc army. The orc prince Garen is sitting in a spacious tent.

And that huge iron cage, under his personal protection, containing the sleeping giant beast, was the center point surrounded by the orc army and was under the strictest protection.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, startling the orc prince who was lying on the table studying the dragon territory map. Garn looked up and saw his excited adjutant, the powerful orc warrior Cole. "Prince, Garn, there is no need to organize the next attack. Those dragons and their warriors have already retreated on their own initiative. They know they can't withstand the next attack."

Orc Cole, as the chief officer in charge of the entire siege, was so excited that his face was beyond words.

"That's great. In order to reduce the loss of our warriors, we let those fishmen charge for us, which allowed the dragon to hold on until now. I originally estimated that it would take another two days to completely defeat their defenses and drive them out of the city."

A smile broke out on the calm face of the orc prince Garen, and for the first time his voice clearly expressed his joy.

"Send someone to inform the kingdom immediately, and tell those fools that we have achieved a crucial victory. It's time for them to smell the blood of victory."

"Also, send a large army to settle in the Golden City, and leave the city to the fishmen to plunder. Don't conflict with them for the time being. The most important thing for us now is to rely on the Golden City as a base, wait for reinforcements, and slowly invade."

The orc Garn clapped his hands excitedly, "Let the warriors who have been fighting hard rest in the city, and then start to rebuild and repair this city. This will be the first city of our orc kingdom on the continent, and also the starting point for our resurgence."

That night, the dilapidated Golden City finally became brightly lit again. The orcs' vanguard army had entered the Golden City and settled down in this destroyed city.

However, these orc legions did not have such strict discipline and qualities, so the orc vanguard abandoned their tents and went into those houses and buildings that were still largely intact to enjoy a rare rest.

Even after massive artillery bombardment and spell bombardment from the spellcaster legion, the Golden City still retains a large number of buildings.

Especially the buildings such as the former Dragon Library and the Colosseum, which are not in the center of the Golden City and also avoid the center of the frontal battlefield. The magic circles set up in the past are still in operation. Although they have been looted by the fishmen, they are still largely intact and are the favorite lounges of these orcs.

There were also a large number of Shahua fishmen rushing into the city wall. The huge city wall contained many buildings. These Shahua fishmen rushed into the buildings and plundered them wantonly, and even rummaged through the ruins, without any regard for the counterattack of the dragon army. They were more afraid of the punishment of the fishman prince.

Until late at night, when most of the orc legion warriors had already fallen asleep, these greedy fishmen were still plundering the lost wealth in every building and every corner of the city.

A strong murloc warrior happily kicked open the wide door of the house in front of him.

It had a series of agate necklaces and some jewelry hanging around its neck, it was draped in exquisite silk cloth, it had gorgeous handicrafts hanging around its waist, and even its paws had a few rings on them.

But a strange smell, strong and pungent, woke the fishman from his great harvest. He followed the smell, through the hall of the house, and came to a room. He heard noises coming from the dark room.

The murloc warrior clenched the harpoon in his hand and kicked the door open. In his limited dark vision, he saw a pair of green eyes and a dog-headed man with a lizard-like head.

The wooden floor next to the dog-headed man had been turned over, revealing a deep hole in the ground, and the dog-headed man was pouring a layer of pungent and sticky liquid in the room.

The liquid in the room had covered the entire floor and was flowing out of the room. The strong pungent smell made the murloc warrior suddenly recall the fire on the sea.

"Fire, this is Fire!" the murloc warrior shouted in horror. It actually escaped directly in front of the weak ogre warrior. It staggered and ran, trying to escape from the house and the city.

Bang! A jar of flaming oil was thrown out of the room and hit the wooden wall of the house. A pungent smell spread instantly. In his horror, the fish-man warrior could only hear loud shouts coming from the room.

"My body is burning in flames, and my soul will return to the temple forever. Great red dragon, my lord, may your will guide my loyal soul!"

Pious prayers were louder than the devil's whispers. As the flames lit up, black balls were ignited with a loud roar. Flames and explosions swept through the house, and the ground collapsed.

This scene, when the roar rang out at this moment, seemed to trigger a chain reaction, instantly igniting the entire city.

One by one, the kobolds and green-skinned goblins ignited the incendiary oil and gunpowder bombs. They didn't even think about going back into the tunnel and burning with the flames.

"Woof woof, there are also dog-headed men in the dragon's temple," a dog-headed man had a spear stuck in his chest, but he had a smug smile on his face. He lit the kerosene in front of him and set everything in front of him on fire.

The orc sentinel could only watch in despair as the fire raged and engulfed him in an instant. He could not escape because fire was everywhere around him.

Rumble, the huge golden city exploded with a sound like a landslide and tsunami that night, the ground collapsed, burying everything.

The flames were blazing, burning everything. The fire could not be contained, stopped or escaped in this city built mainly of wood.

The entire city was like being in a red dragon's fiery hell, until everything was destroyed and reduced to ashes. The flames that reached the sky were still clearly visible even dozens of miles away, and the continuous vibrations could not be eliminated even by the angry sound of the sea.

The detonation and shock waves produced by the excessive burning of flames are like a god who wields thunder and uses his authority to call out to the sky full of heavy thunder, like the rolling power of heaven, which is unstoppable.

That night, the blue dragon Akzi exchanged a ruined golden city and thousands of followers for an army of tens of thousands of orcs and fishmen.

The orc prince Garn and his closest lieutenant Cole stood blankly in the orc main camp, watching the destructive flames engulfing the 20,000 elite orc vanguard army, but they were powerless to do anything.

Countless strong and brave orc warriors who survived the explosion and collapse rushed out of the city wailing, but the flames on their bodies had already ignited all their flesh and blood, and then they were burned alive in front of the remaining tens of thousands of orcs, until their flesh and blood turned to ashes and their bones turned to charcoal.

Tens of thousands of orcs and the remaining murlocs were unusually silent at this moment. They stood from late at night to early morning, watching the huge city turn to ashes in the flames, burying all the sin and glory. The scorching residual heat was still baking their hearts and bodies.

Fear began to grow in their hearts. Fear was spreading, and confusion filled the hearts of every soldier.

……

"Rejecting me, rejecting your tolerant and kind mother, is not a good choice, stubborn child."

Tiamat's five heads stretched forward at the same time, each ferocious head exuding anger. An invisible pressure was rapidly increasing, and the majestic momentum oppressed Charon's spirit.

There is also the unstoppable power and irresistible majesty of God.

"I have my own way to go, kind and forgiving mother,"

Karon's will resisted the powerful pressure. Fighting this invisible pressure was dozens of times more difficult than taming his ancestral dragon blood, but it still could not shake his heart.

"Haha, although I don't like losers, your outstanding talent allows me to generously give you a second chance, Karon Gogmora. I look forward to you praying to me before you step into death, when you are on the verge of death, open your heart and send me faith."

The furious Tiamat regained her composure at this moment, her body was dissipating and her consciousness was gradually fading away.

"Then you will know how much your kind mother cares for you!"

Peace finally returned to the dragon's nest, and the invisible pressure dissipated instantly. In Charon's perception, the consciousness of the dragon god Tiamat had already gone away.

Obviously, even if consciousness descends into the world of Ekania, these gods will have to pay some price.

"Look after me? Haha."

Charon sneered in his heart, he had no intention of being Tiamat's thug. Although this meeting with Tiamat was harmonious, Charon was unwilling to be controlled by others, even if the path he was about to take was far more dangerous than he had imagined.

However, Tiamat generously shared a lot of information with him, which allowed him to have a relatively normal view of this five-colored dragon god and not be as resistant to it as he was to other dragons.

"Those wizards are really crazy," Charon's consciousness regained calm. He learned much more from Tiamat than from the white-haired old wizard Lappers, the descendant of the ancient magic empire.

The kings of the ancient magic empires actually used the characteristics of legendary wizards and the essence of the world tree that connects the infinite multiverse as a tool to spread the wizards' cognitive essence.

Through thousands of legendary wizards and hundreds of magic kings, the demigod wizards themselves have constructed their own understanding of the real world, hoping to cover all living beings and worlds in the moment of connecting infinite worlds, creating an utopia in the minds of wizards, the only real original world.

They want to use this to all become gods and then accomplish greater goals.

This is the information that Charon guessed from Tiamat's few words. Although it is not necessarily accurate, it is not too far off. Even with Charon's firm will, he couldn't help but sigh at the madness of those mages.

(End of this chapter)