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Chapter 128 Slaying the Orc King and Conquering the Orc Capital

The Orcish capital.

Outside the city, a human army had set up camp, its banners fluttering in the wind; it was the expeditionary force of the Kingdom of Inberia.

The king stood on the high ground of the camp, gazing at the majestic city not far away, feeling as if he were in a dream.

He originally just wanted to take advantage of the natural disaster and internal chaos that had befallen the orc kingdom to raid the border, grab some benefits, and then go back.

As a result, the autumn wind turned into a hurricane as he fought his way from the border to the capital of the orcs.

The journey was smooth and unimpeded.

He didn't encounter a single one of those legendary, incredibly fierce orc legions, not even the so-called "Ten Great Orc Generals."

We didn't even see a trace of them.

"What on earth is going on?" The king stroked his chin, completely baffled.

But he didn't have time to think about it.

Not long ago, a tremendous event occurred in the Katinias Mountains. The two loud noises were clearly heard even by the Orc King, who was hundreds of miles away, and the ground beneath his feet trembled three times.

The king knew that such a commotion would definitely have a huge impact on the kingdom.

He now faces a difficult choice:

Should we immediately withdraw our troops and return home to stabilize the rear?

Should we continue fighting and seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

He pondered for a moment, and finally made up his mind.

"With Leylin over there managing things, the kingdom should be safe." He looked at the orc capital city so close by, a burning glint in his eyes. "But this opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime chance for Inbelia in its centuries-long history!"

To directly invade the orc capital is something that generations of previous kings have wanted to do but have not been able to achieve.

And now, that opportunity is right in front of him.

"Send the order—" the king turned and said in a deep voice, "Assemble the entire army and prepare for a general offensive!"

"yes!"

Commander Ares of the Royal Guard responded with a resounding "yes."

The battle began in the next moment.

The king rode the golden griffin he had summoned and soared into the sky, with countless soldiers surging like a tide towards the walls of the orc capital.

At this moment, neither the king himself nor his soldiers are the same as they used to be.

After undergoing a series of combat trials, the guards who had consumed the bloodline evolution potion experienced a significant improvement in their strength.

If a player were to observe from the side using a detection spell, they would find that the soldiers' levels have increased from around level 16 to level 17 or 18, and some have even reached the threshold of level 19, just one step away from level 20.

Ares, who was originally level 29 and just crossed the threshold of the Hero Realm, has now taken several more big steps forward in this realm and reached level 32.

As for the king himself, he rose from level 36 before the expedition to level 40.

In a game, this would be the rhythm of leveling up by defeating monsters.

The Bloodline Evolution Potion not only raised their base level, but more importantly, it unlocked their potential.

Just like a bottle that was originally blocked by a stopper, now that the stopper has been removed, the water can naturally flow faster and farther.

Therefore, as the war has progressed to this day, human armies have become stronger and more courageous with each battle.

The orc army—the exact opposite.

Inside the city, the orc king Kasor was furious.

"Those bastards! Useless cowards! Two-faced scum!"

He was so angry he could have punched a nerve.

The sudden disappearance of the Ten Beast Generals gave him the perfect opportunity to reclaim military power and bring all the scattered troops under his command.

As a result, the generals of those troops all paid lip service to his orders, making excuses and disregarding him, the orc king, completely disregarding him.

If it weren't for the high prestige of the Great Shaman, who personally stepped in to oversee the situation, he wouldn't even be able to command the troops outside the city.

Having finally managed to get his army onto the city walls, he confidently ordered an attack. How could such fragile creatures as humans possibly be a match for the orcs?

Then he was proven wrong.

The human soldiers, one by one, charged forward as if they had eaten dragon meat, and their orc warriors were driven back in disarray. The corpses piled up layer upon layer at the foot of the city wall, most of them orcs.

"Is there no justice left in this world?!"

Kaso grabbed the high shaman's arm. "You calculate! Quickly calculate! What's wrong with these humans?!"

The high shaman closed his eyes, then opened them a moment later, his expression grave.

"They have the aura of dragons on them."

"What?"

"It's faint, but it's definitely the aura of a dragon. They seem to be—descendants of dragons."

Casso was stunned.

Descendants of dragons? A group of humans?

What dragon would be so idle as to use its own blood to modify a group of humans? It sounds like pure fantasy.

The high shaman added, "Remember that world-destroying dragon? The one that destroyed an army and two cities of ours."

Casso's expression changed.

"You mean—these humans are related to that dragon?"

The high shaman did not answer directly, but his silence spoke volumes.

Kaso's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

That dragon, it actually went to such lengths to exterminate them?

He suddenly looked up and gazed out of the city.

Among that human army, there was a powerful figure at the very front, whose strength appeared to be only slightly weaker than his.

There was also a figure riding a golden griffin flying in the sky. That must be the human king. Every move he made could reap the lives of a large number of orcs. His strength was probably even greater than his.

The high shaman whispered beside him, "That human king's strength has reached the level of the first orc king. We don't stand much of a chance in a head-on confrontation."

Casso gritted his teeth: "Then what do we do? Just wait to die?"

The high shaman paused for a moment, then said, "There is one more thing."

Kaso's eyes lit up: "A national treasure?"

The high shaman nodded.

The national treasure of the Orc Kingdom is called the [Thunder Dragon Kingdom Collapse].

It was a uniquely shaped musket, resembling a hand cannon, entirely black, with intricate patterns engraved on its body. It was said that this thing could fire the seventh-tier magic [Dragon Thunder], powerful enough to kill a dragon in one blow.

As for why a medieval fantasy world would have something like a gun—

Then you'd have to ask those players who traveled from hundreds of years ago.

This spear is incredibly powerful, but its ammunition is limited and cannot be used indefinitely. Therefore, it has always been kept in secret by the High Shaman. Only the Orc Kings and the High Shaman knew of its existence. Even though Kaso was an Orc King, he could only look at it from afar and was not even allowed to touch it.

Now, the great shaman has finally taken it out.

Caso took the heavy musket, his eyes burning with desire.

With this, he was confident he could kill that human king and blast that damned human army to smithereens!

At that time, he will be the savior of the orc kingdom, a hero sung by all orcs!

"Open the city gates!" he roared. "I will personally lead the attack!"

The city gates were wide open.

Kaso strode out, carrying the [Thunder Dragon Kingdom Collapse] scroll.

The orc army behind them was greatly encouraged to see their king personally lead the charge, and they roared and followed.

When the king saw the enemy's general come out to battle, he also urged the Griffin King to go forward to meet him.

The two met in the air.

Without any preamble, let's get right to the fight!

Then, the following situation occurred: