Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 190 The Last Battle

Autumn is always a time of harvest, especially in this once fertile land.

Farmers always like to sing songs praising the dragon while harvesting crops diligently. Residents in the city also hold some celebrations to celebrate the harvest festival.

But the fruit-rich land has been completely flattened by the orc army and turned into a wilderness. More than 100,000 orcs are besieging the king's capital, a city that is so majestic and huge that even the capital of the orc kingdom cannot compare to it.

This is an ocean, with a tornado of raging waves rolling up and down, ready to break down the obstacles ahead.

"Attack, attack, prepare artillery fire, prepare dragon crossbows, long-range suppression, at all costs,"

The orc commander held up the command flag high and roared as if to make the whole world roar. Heavy artillery and giant crossbows had been bombarding the solid city wall in front of them since the first rays of sunlight rose in the early morning.

No matter how solid the defense line is, it can become shaken under the orcs' reckless consumption.

Under the long-range cover that covered the sky and the sun, the orc army rushed like a tide towards the city that they already saw hope of conquering. They wanted to use their flesh and blood to destroy the city of stone, because they had no way to retreat.

Yes, the orc legion commander, the orc prince Garn, announced this personally before launching the attack.

The orc Garn, this outstanding and ambitious man, wants all the orc warriors to have the courage not to retreat and to decide the victory in one battle today.

"Kill the warrior who first climbs onto the city wall. A reward of 20,000 gold will be given, and a fiefdom of 100 miles," the orcs' vanguard officer also roared, shouting out the heavy reward in order to inspire the orc warriors to be more bloodthirsty and brave.

Countless orc warriors roared as they advanced, taking advantage of the fact that the firepower on the city wall was temporarily suppressed. They stepped on the corpses of their former comrades, carrying siege equipment, and moved forward courageously.

"Dodge, dodge, and then counterattack," the blue dragon Akiz was guarding alone on the southern city wall where the attack was the most fierce. The roar of the dragon made every soldier hear his orders clearly.

The dragon warriors on the city wall, no matter how brave they are, cannot resist the enemy's heavy artillery and crossbows with their flesh and blood. But they cannot watch the orcs attack the city wall, they have the most important mission, and behind them are their homes, their families, and everything they have.

Courage gave them a fearless will. Facing the enemy's heavy artillery bombardment and crossbow shooting, countless ogres howled, ignited the artillery, twisted the crossbows, and launched a counterattack.

The green-skinned musketeer also stared with his small eyes, stretched out his musket from the shooting hole in the wall, pulled the trigger, and ignited a furious counterattack.

"Kill these orcs. I, the kobold Wanggu, will never retreat a single step. The will of the dragon shines on me," the increasingly crazy kobold bombardier shouted.

He tapped the gun barrel, asking his companions in the artillery crew to load the shells as quickly as possible and engage in a firefight with the orcs' long-range firepower.

boom,
A heavy artillery shot from the orcs hit the city wall. The power of the artillery did not hurt the kobold gunner, but the shattered stones were like arrows and bullets, smashing the kobold's head.

"Fuck you orcs,"

The elven archer hiding behind the battlements nearby had bloodshot eyes. He gritted his teeth and stood up from behind the wall, pulling the longbow to its full length. The whistling arrows, carrying the elven fury, accurately shot the orcs in the head one by one.

call out,
A giant crossbow accurately penetrated the shooting hole, piercing through the body of a greenskin archer and splitting his internal organs apart.

The orc redemptionist soldier next to him, the warrior responsible for close combat, placed his hand on his forehead and prayed silently: "May the generous dragon forgive the sins of these fellows, and may the sacred dragon illuminate the bravery of these comrades."

"And I will be responsible for sending you to the sacred temple of the dragon to stand trial." The next second, the Orcs' Redemption Army picked up the muskets left by the greenskins on blood and bones, and blew up their fellow orcs' heads with roars.

Faan and his soldiers were guarding the watchtower on the city wall. Although the soldiers of the First Legion had been tempered by war, they were still not the most elite soldiers under the dragon, so the entire First Legion was responsible for guarding the city.

But when he saw the dragon's followers dying in front of him, he could not bear it even though he was responsible for the close combat against the orcs who were climbing the city wall.

"Lord Fane?" The soldiers of the First Company were already ready to take action and cast inquiring glances at Fane.

boom,
He watched as another magical cannon blasted the roaring troll crossbowman to pieces, splattering blood and bones in front of him.

"Fuck those orc bastards, I'm going to kill them,"

A young warrior next to him finally couldn't bear it anymore. He roared and rushed out, taking over the position of the troll crossbowman.

At this moment, there is no distinction between monsters and humans, no distinction between races, they only have one identity, comrades-in-arms.

Hundreds of flying dragons roared in the sky, tens of thousands of orcs howled on the ground, countless soldiers on the city walls cried blood, the battle dyed almost the entire city wall red, steel and fire, blood, skin and flesh, this is the battlefield.

In the city, all the residents were praying, praying that the city would not fall. There were also countless brave residents who joined the logistics team, transporting supplies under the gunfire and crossbows.

Some residents had already put on leather armor, picked up swords, and spontaneously rushed to the city gate. They stood behind the silent warriors, ready to take their place at any time.

The battle entered its most intense state at the very beginning. After more than an hour of fierce attack, the first orc warrior finally climbed onto the city wall.

Rub, rub, rub

Faan stood up from the state of resting on the ground. The sharp blades around him showed the will of the warriors, because the eyes of the warriors were colder than these blades.

"Kill," Fain spat out a word coldly and led the way out of the sentry post.

"This city is finally going to be conquered by us,"

The orc army leader Garen also put on armor and stood under the fluttering royal flag. He looked at the orc warriors who kept jumping onto the city wall, and a hint of satisfaction appeared on his usually calm face.

Adjutant Cole, a brave warrior, who led the vanguard legion with ramming horns, tried to blast open the city gate built of fine steel by dwarf blacksmiths but failed and was also wounded and retreated. At this time, he was standing beside the orc Garn.

There were still two deep holes on the orc Cole's iron left arm. These were the marks left by the enchanted armor-piercing crossbow arrows. Even a powerful saint could easily die in a large-scale legion battle.

This makes this orc warrior even more powerful and fearless.

"It seems that today we can end the rule of the dragons and fly the orcs' royal flag over this city," Cole's expression became a little more relaxed.

This group of orc war enthusiasts had invested too much energy and resources in the three-year-long war and could no longer afford the consequences of failure.

Even if one dies in battle on this land, it is much better than fleeing back to the Orc Kingdom in disgrace after losing the war.

In this world, death is not the most terrifying punishment; sometimes it is even a generous reward.

"It's a pity that in order to conquer the dragon's territory, we still compromised with those old guys. Originally, this should have been the best territory for us to rebuild the Orc Empire."

The orc Cole's protruding fangs opened and closed, but his tone was extremely dissatisfied.

"Even if we don't let them participate, they will have to give up a considerable portion of the profits. This is also good. At least they can share some of the losses. At least our elite forces have not been depleted and are still strong enough to counter their strength."

The orc prince Garn looked at the southern wall that was about to be breached and smiled, "At least the two legion commanders lost in the Gold Coast were not our forces."

"But what we have exchanged for this is a bright future. I will restore the glory of the ancient orcs and use the corpses and bones of those old guys to build my throne!"

At this moment, the orc prince Garen finally stopped concealing himself. He looked around proudly, gazing at the tall city in the distance, as if he was looking down on it.

Orc Cole also laughed. "When the army breaks through the city, I will kill Gash. Then you can promise his army that they can follow us into the city and slaughter and plunder for ten days. This way it will be easy to subdue these warriors."

The orc Garen also smiled and couldn't help turning his head to look at the royal flag of Gash, the orc legion commander sent by another faction.

But he saw from the corner of his eye that from the right side of the orc army, in the direction of the Gold Coast, dust was rolling like a tornado. However, that was not the expected dragon followers and warriors, but countless orcs.

Countless, dead orcs.

That night, all the orcs who died at the hands of dragons and iron knights were turned into undead by the lich, who exhausted all his strength for this.

These corpses, driven by the resurrection of resentment and fear, crave the blood of the living and the flesh of the living.

This is a boiling tide of corpses and resentful undead, rushing towards us with terror.

They emitted residual echoes from their vocal cords that had not yet rotted away, and they were bound to the bodies in front of them and could not be freed.

This huge tide of corpses, even though their flesh and bones had been worn through while running, still felt no pain. Their only target was the life in front of them, which they hated.

Behind this huge tide of corpses, countless white skeletons emerged from the dust. Their white teeth moved silently, trying to compete with the huge tide of corpses for the kill.

The several thousand orc troops left on the other side to defend were overwhelmed by this tide of the dead without any clue of what was happening. Even though their swords and hammers could easily kill these dead, the other side was no longer afraid of death.

The corners of the orc army leader Garen's eyes twitched as he watched thousands of orc warriors being eaten and defeated, and swallowed up by the huge tide of corpses.

But the tide of corpses and bones were not satisfied. One by one, they fearlessly jumped into the wide river of gold, and then reappeared on the shore.

"Reserve Legion, turn around and be on guard," Orc Adjutant Cole finally roared loudly, personally commanding the reserve legion to set up a defensive line to resist the attack of the dead. "Blasphemy, a lich playing with souls, what a terrible blasphemy, this is intolerable evil," the two bronze dragons hiding in the air, watching the war, shouted angrily.

This is an act that the justice camp absolutely cannot tolerate. At this moment, the two bronze dragons even want to join the orc army and help the orcs defeat the evil five-colored dragons.

But the two bronze dragons soon quieted down because the air was filled with the strong scent of numerous giant dragons, not just one, but dozens.

Giant dragons exuding a strong aura poked their heads and claws out of the high-altitude clouds, looking down at the densely packed warriors on the ground that looked like a black tide.

Young red dragon Caedilos, green dragon Ellie, blue dragon Carlit, adolescent blue dragon Doss, adolescent red dragon Clenaya, adolescent green dragon Antajna, adolescent black dragon Rosani, and the White King's twins, Kamide and Gemot.

Even the young white dragon Sloka was forced to join the war with three white dragons.

These giant dragons make no effort to conceal their existence and display their power unscrupulously. The incomparably strong dragon majesty hangs high above the entire battlefield.

Even the residents of the royal capital could feel this strong sense of oppression and power. They could see giant dragons spreading their wings in the sky and casting their majesty.

Uh...

The orcs blew the horn of retreat, and they had no choice but to give up the attack and instead gather in full force, because they had to face not only the dragons in the sky, but also the tide of death on the right.

In the woods behind the orc army, silent steel knights emerged from the woods one after another, stood on the hillside, and looked down at the tens of thousands of orc troops.

Countless beast knights also stood quietly beside these iron knights, on both sides, like silent beasts gathering strength to pounce.

This is the most elite heavy cavalry led by the dragon-born Centaur warrior Chiron, with three thousand men in heavy armor, riding horses and waving swords.

Six thousand wild beasts, lurking minions.

On the left side of the orc army, the cold light of steel was hidden among the mountains. Warriors made of steel walked out of the mountains and slowly formed a line.

These most powerful infantrymen include trolls, barbarians, ogres, hobgoblins, gnolls, humans, and even half-blood demons.

But at this moment, their distinctive appearance was hidden under the steel, with only a pair of cold and shining eyes shining with different brilliance through the visors.

Six thousand heavy Modao blades flashing with cold light, and six thousand dark armors. This is the result of the full operation of the military factory in the Longqun territory for three years.

These silent warriors, the Wolf Regiment led by the werewolf Yugu and the mixed legion led by the barbarian Gib, are all equipped with heavy armor and Mo Dao. This is the most elite fully armored heavy blade legion in the dragon territory.

The sound of steel and iron colliding became one loud clanging sound. At this moment, the sunlight became the manifestation of death. In the steel jungle, a giant dragon flag was suddenly erected.

"Slow down, push forward!"

At this moment, the jackal Yougu has the highest command authority, and his orders echo throughout the land.

"drink,"

All the heavily armored warriors responded at the same time, taking their own steps and pressing towards the orc army in the distance.

The orderly and slow pace of these heavily armored warriors brought tremendous pressure to the orc army. The footsteps of these warriors were like heavy hammers beating the drums of death.

The orc army of 100,000 was surrounded at this moment and faced enemies from all sides. They began to panic. Even the orc commander didn't know which direction to direct the artillery and crossbows.

Some commanders roared at the artillery positions to continue covering the soldiers' retreat from the city walls. Chaos and commotion began to spread among the orc army.

On the city wall, facing the retreating orcs, the warriors did not cheer, but instead made the long-range firepower more intense, keeping the retreating orcs off this land forever.

boom,
The huge tide of the dead first hit the orcs' shifted positions. The undead, returning from death, attacked the orcs' shifted defense lines unscrupulously in their dead bodies.

Along with the falling of countless corpses, many orcs also fell down. Even with a casualty ratio of ten to one, the orcs' defense line became shaky.

Because of the pressure from all sides, even the Orc Legion Commander Garen found it difficult to control such a large legion at this moment.

"Hold the line, hold the line, don't let these corpses and bones rush in," the orc commander's roar was drowned out by the sound of weapons clashing with corpses.

The orc spellcaster team also began to gather together to help the orc warriors to eliminate these dead as soon as possible.

Countless brilliant spells struck in an instant, sending the dead back to their refuge in the Styx.

But at the moment when the tide of the dead hit the orcs, the heavy armored legion led by the werewolf Yugu also began to speed up the pace of their advance, causing panic in the orcs' left line that had not yet been formed.

In the mountains and forests, the heavy cavalry led by Chiron also began to move slowly downwards, waiting for the opportunity to fight while putting pressure on the orcs.

The dragons in the sky were spreading their dragon power wantonly, oppressing the spirit and will of the orc army.

"Get ready, get ready to meet the enemy!" The orc legion commander Gash withdrew the siege army. The orcs, without cavalry, could only gather and cover each other. At this moment, he was frantically directing the soldiers to form a battle formation.

In the sky, giant dragons were flying, gazing at the earth. The roar of the red dragon Clenaya resounded in the ears of every dragon.

"Follow me, follow me closely. Kalon said that only a united group of dragons can be invincible, while scattered dragons can only be slaughtered by others."

The female red dragon spread her wings and flew past each dragon. The dragons began to follow behind her, forming an attack formation.

"Follow me, just as we followed Charon, today, right now, we will end this war!"

Roar! More than ten giant dragons roared and dispersed the clouds in the sky.

The blue dragon Akzi stood on the city wall and also raised his head and roared, "Roar!"

At this moment, the city gate made of fine steel burst open, and teams of orcs wearing leather armor and holding spears poured out of the city.

The dragon's first legion of soldiers also lined up and followed, pouring out.

"For freedom! The will of the dragon will determine the consequences of our sins!"

The commander of the Orc Redemption Legion roared and took the lead in launching an attack. More than 10,000 orc warriors rushed forward.

"For our homeland, for the dragons of Gogmora, and for the Golden Kingdom!" The First Legion looked at the closed city gate behind them. Countless brave residents spontaneously climbed up the city wall, and they roared and launched an attack.

These brave warriors will use their flesh and blood to win a moment of opportunity for the elite army of dragons.

"At this moment, destruction is coming," Klenaya received the signal from the blue dragon Akzi and led the group of dragons to swoop down from the sky.

At this moment, the dragons in the sky swooped down and their followers on the earth galloped, trying to destroy the orcs.

"Prepare! Minions of Gogmora, we must completely destroy the enemy here. The will of the holy Gogmora shines upon us. Even if our flesh and blood perish, our souls will return to the temple forever."

The gnoll roared, "Use the enemy's blood to sacrifice to the heroic spirits of the temple, and use the enemy's bones to sacrifice to the throne of my king!"

"With the enemy's blood, we will sacrifice to the heroic spirits of the temple. With the enemy's bones, we will sacrifice to the throne of my king!" The iron warriors shouted loudly. They stepped forward, brandished their heavy blades, and charged forward.

The earth was shaking, the sky was boiling, and the collision of steel and flesh and blood knocked down countless warriors in the first instant. The dragons flew low in the sky, and the power of the giant dragons killed countless enemies and tore apart the enemy's strongest line of defense.

The dragon warriors were fearless. They shouted the will of the sacred Gogmora and sensed the will of the dragon. The mental power in their bodies shone and activated the temple high on the mountain.

Today, the Silent Temple took off for the first time without the initiative of its owner. In the most core space of the temple, a small elemental pool began to boil at this moment, and with the blessing of many heroic spirits, it rose up with a bang.

"Our souls will return to the throne and rest in the temple, and the souls of our enemies will be eliminated here!"

The Centaur Chiron roared, stretched out his long sword, and rushed down with his heavy cavalry and beast cavalry.

The torrent of steel cut directly into the orc army, like a sharp blade cutting through tofu, and was invincible.

Countless gushing wills, devout prayers, and loyal souls gathered at this moment. An enormous force penetrated the space and descended upon that unknown and unpredictable place.

In the desolate spiritual world, a large cocoon broke into pieces, revealing a huge body. This huge body was still lying quietly, and in the next moment, he opened his eyes, and the new dragon leader raised his head at this moment.

At the same time, the dragon's temple rose up with a roar, and countless heroic spirits appeared in the glory of the power of faith. They beat the war drums, sang the dragon's songs, and spread the sacred light for the host.

　Em, I can't finish it, I can't finish it at all. Also, thank you all for your votes and support!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)