Myriad Dragon Chants!

"Damn it! I could feel my strength starting to drain!" Dos's voice suddenly rang out in Roland's mind. Roland narrowed his eyes, clearly taken by surprise.

"This was awkward..." Roland said helplessly. Clearly, these dragons and Dos Antony, a Dragon Knight, could not keep these Orcs' backbone here. What Roland wanted was thorough revenge, not future trouble left behind! Since the Orc kingdom in the Misty Mountains had chosen war, Roland would give them war! If they had not been so far from the Lagrange Kingdom, Roland truly would have brought his army here and surrounded them in the mountains!

As for Lagrange's forces in the Misty Mountains, Roland had not considered them. After all, whether Apophis Breo's meager troops would wipe out the Orc kingdom or be wiped out by it was still uncertain!

"I want to slaughter those sixth-rankers!" Roland communicated with Dos in his mind. If he had not been lucky, those bastards would have killed him outright!

"I want to slaughter them too! But with our current strength, it'll be hard to do that!" Dos said regretfully as he attacked. His power had already begun to ebb away; it was a sign that the power lent to him by the ancestral spirit was about to run out!

"If you truly want to kill them, then find a way to unleash the power of that dragon lance in your hand!" Dos glanced at the Myriad Dragon Chants in Roland's hand!

Honestly, if Osbaia knew that the divine artifact Myriad Dragon Chants had been swung around like a fire poker in Roland's hands, he would probably weep himself to death. A Dragon Knight's exclusive divine artifact, coveted by countless people, was serving as nothing more than a club in Roland's hands!

In truth, Roland had not unlocked the