Dawn's First Light

What is that?

"By Moradin, there is a dragon! A Golden Dragon!"

"I have never seen such a huge and beautiful dragon. It looks like a statue cast in gold!"

"Are these our reinforcements?"

A golden dragon appeared on the horizon, Dwarf on the city wall all looked up in surprise, even temporarily forgetting the orcs' attack.

The orcs also noticed the uninvited guest, and to their astonishment, they discovered that the Golden Dragon was swooping down towards them.

—His bearded face was exceptionally imposing, and his pupils, like pools of molten gold, were boiling with fury.

The orc officers and shamans immediately felt a terrifying aura pressing down on their shoulders, and they hurriedly shouted in alarm.

"It's Golden Dragon!"

"This guy is probably an ally of the Dwarf! Quick, shoot that damned golden-skinned lizard down!"

Upon hearing the command, the orcs hastily raised their crude bows and arrows and fired them at the Golden Dragon high in the sky.

However, in the face of this giant dragon covered in golden scales, the orcs appeared so weak and powerless that most of them wobbled and fell to the ground.

Even when they hit their target, the arrows couldn't leave even a mark on the hard scales.

The Golden Dragon looked down at the hordes of orcs below, its vertical pupils blazing with even greater fury.

He slowly opened his mouth, and flames surged again in his throat and chest, as if a blazing sun was hidden within his body.

"Father God Gruumsh, that dragon is flying over!"

How can we stop it?

"Get down!"

"Watch out, that's dragon fire!"

Under the fearful gazes of the orcs, the Golden Dragon spread its long wings and swooped down.

The enormous shadow cast by the dragon enveloped the city walls, encompassing hundreds and thousands of Dwarf and orcs, while a howling hurricane swept in with the flapping of its wings.

"Boom--"

A sound like the air bursting open rang out, a powerful heat wave rushed in, and raging flames poured out from the Golden Dragon's mouth.

Almost instantly, the orcs crowded outside the city were engulfed in flames, and even the ladders on the city walls caught fire, with hundreds of orcs screaming as they fell.

"No!"

"It's so hot! Damn it, my whole body is on fire!"

"Father God Gruumsh! Where did this Golden Dragon come from?!"

The orcs struggled and howled in the raging dragonfire, their clothes and leather armor made of wild animal fur burning and charred black.

"No, no, I haven't set foot on Avendell Dan yet, I haven't enslaved the Dwarf."

"Father God, I don't want to die here!"

Burning in the flames, the surviving orcs were delirious and knelt down to the sky, begging for mercy.

However, Golden Dragon did not stop.

"Aww—"

A loud roar rang out, echoing through the Black Rock Mountains, even drowning out the orcs' painful howls.

The dragon, which the orcs saw as the Grim Reaper, glided along the walls of Avendell Dan, continuously spewing out scorching flames.

Outside the walls of Avendell Dan, a sea of fire stretched for hundreds of meters, ashes flew everywhere, wildfires raged, heat waves distorted the air, and ash and flames filled the battlefield.

The Golden Dragon climbed and circled repeatedly, finally plunging hundreds of meters into the air, spewing dragonfire until it burned all the orcs outside the city to ashes.

In just over ten minutes, tens of thousands of orcs were mercilessly devoured by dragon flames, their charred corpses piling up into hills.

"Moradin above"

"The orcish siege force was wiped out just like that."

"How fortunate! It seems this unfamiliar Golden Dragon is an ally of our High Mountain Kingdom."

On the city wall, the Dwarf who had survived the orcs looked at them being burned by the flames, feeling both relieved and amazed by the dragon's overwhelming power.

They looked up again, and the blood mist and black clouds created by the Orc Shaman had been burned away by the flames, and the sun reappeared.

As beams of sunlight shone down, the scales of the enormous Golden Dragon gleamed, its body seemingly coated with a sacred light.

Even the usually boorish Dwarf Fighter were so shocked by the sight that their Big Mouth, and they were speechless for a moment, only able to utter a "whoosh".

Bjorn, the eldest and most learned of them all, raised his head, his throat trembling, his voice filled with excitement, and even his white beard swayed slightly.

"Fellow countrymen, it was this honorable and righteous guest who saved Avendell Dan and our High Mountain Kingdom!"

He raised his scepter high. "He is the dawn of a new day."

"Dawn Dragon!"

"Praise be to this mighty Golden Dragon!"

The Dwarf Fighter followed Bjorn, raising their arms and shouting for the special reinforcements in the sky, their voices deafening.

The Golden Dragon high in the sky waved its wave-like wings and nodded slightly, as if it were paying homage to its Dwarf allies on the city wall from afar.

On the battlefield beneath the city walls, the Orc Shaman panicked and lost their focus in the face of the ever-spreading dragonfire.

Ed, who had been bound, finally found an opportunity. He broke free from the shamans' magical chains, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"Gruumsh's filthy offspring!"

The Dwarf king raised his warhammer high, the sound sharp and thunderous, and countless fragments of rock gathered together and floated in the sky.

"Look! The Golden Dragon's flames are burning fiercely, and your brutal army has turned to ashes!"

The Orc Shaman shook their heads repeatedly, their faces filled with terror.

"No, impossible! Father God has blinded the gods; the reinforcements from Mount Paradise will not even notice this place!"

"Damn it, this Golden Dragon wasn't mentioned in the One-Eyed God's prophecy at all. This is definitely not ours..."

However, Ed looked around at the Orc Shaman, his eyes blazing with anger.

The Dwarf king swung his warhammer down and roared righteously, "This is your fate! Before the mighty force that represents justice and order, you filthy, brutal orcs are utterly no match!"

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, those huge rocks crashed to the ground like meteors, kicking up clouds of dust and causing the ground to rumble incessantly.

The Orc Shaman scattered and fled were completely powerless to fight back, and were easily crushed into mincemeat by the falling boulders.

Only one Orc Shaman transformed his body into black smoke to dodge the falling rocks, but Ed simply leaped to his side.

The Orc Shaman laughed maniacally, gripping his Bone Staff tightly, chanting, "It's no use! Even dragons cannot withstand Gruumsh's Blood Spear! Remember, King of the Dwarf, Avendell Dan will become the orcs' fortress, and the Dwarf will become their slaves!"

Ed laughed in fury, brandishing his warhammer, his voice trembling with rage. "You're asking for death!"

"Bang!"

Ed smashed the Orc Shaman's fragile skull with a single blow, splattering fresh blood and sticky brain matter all over him.

The Dwarf king spun among the orcs, stirring up a powerful sandstorm, wielding his warhammer with ferocious force, eliciting screams of agony from the orcs.

"Little brat, I'm going to stomp you to death!"

A nearly five-meter-tall, extremely strong half-orc giant, carrying Bone Club, charged forward menacingly.

But Ed swung his warhammer and smashed his knees, causing the Orc Giant to howl and kneel on the ground in a single blow.

Immediately afterwards, the seemingly tiny Dwarf suddenly leaped up, raised his warhammer, and mercilessly smashed the enormous head.

"Bang!"

Ed slowly stood up. His body was soaked in orc blood, and his warhammer was covered in blood and bits of flesh.

Within a hundred meters of him, there was not a single living orc.

In a short time, the dozen or so Orc Shaman and hundreds of elite orc Fighter responsible for holding back the Dwarf king were all wiped out.

—This is the formidable strength of "Lord of the High Mountains" Ed. Klein.

Ed stood amidst the blood, raising his warhammer high and shouting towards the walls of Avendell Dan.

"My people! The orcs' plot will never succeed, and Moradin's holy light will forever shine upon this land!"

Follow me in the counterattack!

Drive Gruumsh's filthy offspring from this land!

After delivering his message, Ed looked at the dragon high in the sky and nodded gratefully to the mysterious visitor, sending his greeting from afar.

The Dwarf king could not imagine how the Dwarf would have withstood the orcs' offensive if this unexpected Golden Dragon had not come to visit, and if he had been ambushed.

"May the great Shield Dwarf God Dumasong protect you! It is His Majesty Ed!"

"By Moradin, I knew His Majesty would not be defeated so easily!"

"Counterattack!"

"Drive the orcs back to the north!"

The Dwarf of Avendell Dan were outraged when they saw their king fight his way out of the orcs.

Led by Ed, the Dwarf poured out of the city, wielding warhammers and swords, and pursued the remaining orc forces.

Having been bombarded by the Golden Dragon's breath, these orcs had long lost their will to fight. They could only be driven by the Dwarf and scattered and fled towards their northern base camp, exhausted and desperate.

The orc vanguard of tens of thousands was thus completely wiped out.

The Dwarf cheered and celebrated their hard-won victory on the scorched land covered with orc corpses.

Long live Moradin!

"The High Mountain Kingdom will never fall!"

"Praise this unfamiliar, special guest! Our victory is inseparable from his help!"

They chanted the names of the Dwarf gods, praised their king, and expressed their gratitude to the "Dawn Dragon."

The Path of Glory, the Orc Tombstone.

Vultures circled in the sky, emitting hoarse cries.

This former frontline position, which once defended against the orc invasion, has now become the main base of the Red Blood Tribe, where hundreds of thousands of orcs have gathered.

On the towering back of that Wasteland Striding Dragon, on that throne made of stark white bones, Batu Shatterskull's eyes narrowed, his face twisted and ferocious.

"Coward."

In the distance, the remnants of the orc vanguard were fleeing in panic. Their faces were terrified and haggard, their bodies were tattered and torn, and there were burn marks on their bodies.

"Who? Who gave you permission to desert your posts?"

Batu slowly rose from the throne of bones, looking down at the defeated soldiers, his voice filled with undisguised anger.

"Lord Batu, it's Golden Dragon! A strange Golden Dragon has attacked us! Our vanguard was about to capture Avendell Dan, but a Golden Dragon suddenly broke in and breathed dragonfire!"

Upon seeing the chieftain in the distance, the leading orc officer immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, kowtowing repeatedly until blood streamed down his forehead.

"Golden Dragon?"

Batu narrowed his single eye, his brow furrowed, and an unusual light appeared in his empty eye socket.

According to the Father God's will, the gods of Mount Paradise have been temporarily blinded and will be unable to send reinforcements for several days—this was not part of his plan.

But then, Batu's expression suddenly turned furious, and his cold voice boomed like thunder. "This is not a reason for you to run away! The great Father God Gruumsh said: Those who are too weak to fight for your tribe should be pierced with spears."

Immediately, the orc officer looked desperate, his legs went weak, and he still wanted to struggle, or even escape again.

But at that moment, he suddenly realized that there were orcs to the north and Dwarf to the south, and he had nowhere to escape.

"No, no, Lord Batu, I risked my life for the orcs, I killed Goblin for you on the Ugo Prairie, I..."

But Batu had no patience to listen to their explanations any longer. The Orc Chieftain raised his giant axe and swung it down diagonally.

"Whoosh—"

A series of streaks of blood flashed by, and hundreds of fresh orc heads flew up in unison, gushing blood shooting into the sky.

The orcs who fled from the south were all slaughtered here by their chieftain without any mercy.

Witnessing this bloody scene, tens of thousands of orcs fell silent, and the air seemed to freeze.

Batu jumped off the dragon's back, picked up the still-warm head from the ground, and held it high to show all the orcs.

"See that? This is what happens to deserters! These cowards don't deserve to enter the Nishak Kingdom. Their souls will rot and stink, forever abandoned in a desolate place! Remember, orcs are always raiders, and we must instill fear in our enemies from the depths of their souls!"

Batu casually discarded and crushed the head, then raised his arm and shouted, his single eye filled with a fanatical and violent light.

"The One-Eyed God is always watching you. All your crimes are crystal clear in his eyes, and the greatest of them all is cowardice!"

For our Father God Gruumsh! Conquer and slay our enemies!

"For Father God Gruumsh!"

"These cowards who deserted their posts deserved it!"

Incited by Batu, hundreds of thousands of orcs raised their spears and swords, shouting wildly, their words filled with contempt for these defeated soldiers.

They wholeheartedly agreed with Batu's remarks.

In the orc clans, the Church of Gruumsh not only has the responsibility to spread the faith, but also to remove sick, weak, lame, or incompetent members from the tribe.

Regardless of their age or status.

Survival of the fittest, the strong survive, and the weak are ruthlessly eliminated and become food for wild beasts—this is the common belief among beastmen.

Batu leaped to the top of the cliff, looking down at the fanatical orcs, then gazed south, his single eye blazing with ambition.