Draconic Forbidden Spell: Great Thousand Worlds!

Outside the Fortress of Gundabad.

"Shing!" Amid a dazzling flash of blade light, a Warg was chopped to the ground, throwing its Orc rider straight off.

With a casual backhand sweep, the elite Orc rider who had just climbed to his feet clutched his throat and collapsed, twitching. These heavily armored Orc Warg Riders were covered head to toe in layered plate, with gaps only at their joints and where their helmets met their necks. They were extremely unfriendly to edged weapons!

"Whoosh!" The sound of wind came from the blade.

"Good, good, good! Layered heavy armor, huh? Ordinary people really would be disgusted to death by you lot, but sorry—my blade is the Wind Listener Blade - Garuda!" A cold smile curled across the young man's face.

Looking at the Orc Warg Rider army tightly surrounding him below, the young man laughed wildly. These thousand-plus Orc Warg Riders were all heavily armored Professional Soldiers! Even the entire Fortress of Gundabad did not have many such units, yet they had actually sent one out just to capture him! That meant they truly did not want him to escape. It seemed he had seen something he should not have!

"Drop your weapon! Your life will be spared!" Accompanied by heavy, thudding footsteps, a burly troll shoved aside the Warg Riders and stepped forward. It raised the huge club in its hand. The purple-black iron club was studded with uneven iron spikes, still clinging with scraps of flesh and hair.

"A Fifth Tier General!" The young man's pupils contracted. This big fellow was actually a Fifth Tier General? Hadn't trolls been said to rarely produce High-Tier Professionals?

"Hahaha! You've got a good eye. Do you think you can still escape? Don't force me to tear off your limbs!" Thinking it had frightened