Golden Dragon and Elves

In Avendell Dan, the Dwarf finally emerged from the jubilation of victory and began silently cleaning up the battlefield and tending to the bodies of their kin.

The city walls were covered with black scorch marks and mottled bloodstains, and there were large areas of solidified metal below the city.

Thousands of Dwarf Fighter died heroically in this battle. Even in death, they did not forget to fight the orcs and protect their common home.

The older Dwarf lifted the corpse from the ground, still in a fighting posture, and gently stroked its cheek before closing its angry, wide-open eyes.

"Go in peace, child. Avendell Dan has not yet fallen."

May you gain eternal life in the kingdom of Moradin.

By the end, his voice was choked with emotion. Even Dwarf, usually so bold and rugged, couldn't help but feel sorrow at the loss of a loved one.

The Dwarf beside him stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. "It will definitely happen, Carl."

These fallen comrades were heroes of our Dwarf race, and the gods Modinsaman will not mistreat them.

Our heroes will live a carefree life on Mount Paradise, forging the finest armor and weapons for the Father God.

The Dwarf called "Carl" nodded heavily, his eyes growing increasingly resolute.

"I will stand with His Majesty to defend Avendell Dan and drive the orcs back to the north, so that their spirits may be honored."

"Yes, the orcs' offensive is far from over, now is not the time to be sad."

Ultimately, the Shield Dwarves of the High Mountain Kingdom only managed to withstand the first wave of orcish attacks.

The massive legion of hundreds of thousands of orcs that surrounded Avendell Dan hung over the Dwarf like a dark cloud, lingering for a long time.

"It was a fierce battle, but thankfully we managed to defend Avendell Dan and preserve the dignity of the High Mountain Kingdom."

Standing atop the towering city walls, overlooking the scorched ruins below, King Ed couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Even when the army of Holy Fadlan invaded a hundred years ago, he was not this nervous, after all, this time the orcs came out in full force without holding back.

Moreover, as enemies for tens of thousands of years, the blood feud between the Dwarf and orcs is irreconcilable and there is no room for reconciliation between them; it is a fight to the death.

Bjorn appeared beside Ed, a hint of relief still on his face. "Your Majesty, we should thank this unfamiliar guest."

Ed said sincerely, "Yes, if it weren't for that Golden Dragon, Avendell Dan would probably be in danger today."

But Bjorn, don't you know him?

Bjorn shook his head. "Golden Dragon that can reach this size must be at least an ancient dragon. They rarely appear on the Feanso Continent."

He is very likely a reinforcement from Mount Paradise, a righteous follower of His Majesty Bahamut Your Majesty.

Ed raised his head and looked up at the sky, where the Golden Dragon was still circling high in the air, seemingly observing the situation of the orc army.

So the Dwarf king waved his hand toward the sky and shouted loudly.

"Powerful and noble Golden Dragon, you are the benefactor of our High Mountain Kingdom, and even the entire Dwarf race!"

I am the King of the Shield Dwarves, and I humbly request that you descend upon the city of Avendell Dan and speak with me—

"Aww—"

The Golden Dragon high in the sky seemed to hear the Dwarf's shout and let out a loud roar.

Then, the Golden Dragon dragon waved its undulating wings, as if floating in the air, gracefully circling above the city wall before slowly descending.

Many scholars agree that the Golden Dragon is the most elegant flyer of all the True Dragon, and the Golden Dragon themselves particularly agree with this view.

The dragon's shadow swept across the city walls, enveloping many Dwarf.

"Moradin above"

"God."

Faced with such a behemoth, even knowing it was an ally, the Dwarf Fighter were still somewhat nervous, swallowing hard and gripping their bows tightly.

"Boom!"

The massive body, over thirty meters long, stomped on the sturdy city wall with a thunderous sound, yet its form appeared remarkably light.

—The Golden Dragon had been as careful as it could possibly be, almost tiptoeing, yet it still managed to crush the rocks beneath its feet.

Countless pairs of surprised, shocked, and even worshipful gazes were cast upwards at this magnificent dragon, as resplendent as a golden statue.

Ed looked up in surprise at the unfamiliar visitor.

The Golden Dragon, like a giant golden moth, folded its wide wings, which extended to its tail, over its back.

This Golden Dragon had pupils like pools of molten gold, and a dozen long whiskers floated around its mouth.

This made him appear wise and mature, and also exuded the unique, elegant and noble temperament of Golden Dragon.

It was indeed Golden Dragon, and an elder among Golden Dragon, most likely a noble ancient dragon.

Ed and Bjorn thought the same thing to each other at the same time.

As the upper rulers of the High Mountain Kingdom, they had also visited Mount Paradise and seen those enormous and majestic Metallic Dragon.

As the recognized leader of the Metallic Dragon, the Golden Dragon with its golden scales and whiskers is undoubtedly the most unique and dazzling among them.

The Golden Dragon looked around and finally fixed its gaze on the Dwarf king.

In the eyes of the proud dragons, only the legendary Dwarf were even remotely worth befriending.

Ed quickly lowered his head and bowed deeply. "Kind Golden Dragon, please forgive my rudeness, your dignified appearance has shocked me."

"Our High Mountain Kingdom was able to withstand the orcish offensive thanks to your help. We, the Shield Dwarves, will never forget your kindness."

He took a deep breath before speaking in a serious tone and with gratitude on his face, "My name is Ed. Klein, King of Blackstone Mountain, descendant of Dumasong, and follower of Moradin."

"May I ask your honorable name?"

"Titus".

The Golden Dragon looked down at the Dwarf and slowly began to speak, his voice magnetic, warm, and deep.

"You may call me Titus, but as for my identity, I am merely a Golden Dragon passing by."

I only offered you a small helping hand because I couldn't stand the orcs' rude and barbaric behavior.

Ed laughed heartily, "Titus, you did more than just lend a helping hand; you practically changed the course of this war!"

If it weren't for your righteous intervention, it would have been questionable whether Avendell Dan could have survived the orcs' fierce offensive.

Rest assured, as a token of our gratitude, our High Mountain Kingdom will offer you its most precious treasures. We Dwarf are very confident in our craftsmanship of tools and jewelry."

The Dwarf king was quite experienced in dealing with Metallic Dragon, having once fought alongside the Silver Dragon of the Melvord Clan.

The most important point is that even if the Metallic Dragon says it doesn't care, you must never forget to give them enough money as a reward, otherwise you might incur their resentment.

Holding grudges and being greedy are traits of almost all dragons, and even kind and righteous Metallic Dragon are not immune to them.

"Lord Ed."

Golden Dragon turned his head and looked into the distance. His eyes, which were like pools of gold, narrowed slightly, revealing a faint gleam.

"Compensation can be discussed later, it's not important. You should know—your war is far from over."

The attack just now was probably just a probe. The orc army numbers over two hundred thousand, and among them are many powerful warriors capable of rivaling us.

Two hundred thousand?

"Yes, and according to my observations, there are even more orcs moving south across the Ugo Prairie."

Ed felt a jolt in his heart.

The orc army's numbers have far exceeded the total population of the High Mountain Kingdom. If this continues, the fall of Avendell Dan is almost inevitable.

Seemingly sensing the other person's emotional fluctuation, Golden Dragon raised an eyebrow. "Are you scared?"

The Dwarf king sighed deeply and gave a wry smile, "Of course I'm afraid. Who wouldn't be?"

However, I am not afraid of the orc army, but I am afraid that my people will be enslaved, and that Avendell Dan, the symbol of the Dwarf' glory, will fall.

Ed raised his head, his expression turning serious, but his tone remained firm. "Titus, thank you again for your understanding."

The High Mountain Kingdom is the legacy passed down through generations of our Dwarf race. Even if our enemies outnumber us tenfold, we will never give it up.

"Very good."

The Golden Dragon folded its wings and strolled lightly across the towering city walls, surveying the Dwarf guards.

"Dwarf, I have seen your determination and will to resist the invasion. The orcish legions are powerful, but not invincible. I will remain in Avendell Dan to help you until the war is won."

Ed solemnly placed the warhammer against his chest, his voice filled with gratitude. "On behalf of all the people of the High Mountain Kingdom, I express my respect to you, Your Excellency Titus."

From this moment forward, you are our friend forever. My abilities are limited, but wherever you are in Fei An Suo, the Dwarf will do his best to help you.

Unlike the Elf ' reserved nature, Dwarf have always been clear about their likes and dislikes and like to express their feelings directly, even their king is no exception.

In the eyes of the Dwarf king, this mysterious and powerful Golden Dragon had become a steadfast ally of their High Mountain Kingdom.

Although he didn't know the origin of the so-called "Titus," this was a noble Golden Dragon! Golden Dragon are symbols of justice and order, faithful followers of Bahamut, and leaders among Metallic Dragon. Who would question such an existence? At the same time, the Golden Dragon felt particularly pleased. Rather than calling him "Titus," he would rather address him by his real name— Keosius Klauberwu Norikesius.

Yes, this Golden Dragon is the Embers of the Burned Emperor, or more accurately, the dragon shadow incarnation carrying the emperor's will.

At this moment, his true form is still refining the Kareks' Blood on Dragon Blood Mountain within the Empire.

After leaving the Anzeta Great Wasteland, Keosius used his ability to transform into Ancient Gold Dragon Avatar Ancient Dragon.

Then, based on his understanding of the plot, he intervened at the most crucial moment in the "Blackstone Mountain Battle," which would later become famous, and helped the Dwarf achieve victory.

In fact, even if the Golden Dragon that Keosius had transformed into did not intervene in this war, the "Lord of the High Mountains" Ed would have broken free of his restraints and relied on the sacred relics left behind by the gods of Modinsaman to resist the orcs' offensive and desperately defend Avendell Dan.

But Keosius turned what was meant to be a blessing into a blessing in disguise, making the appearance and assistance of "Golden Dragon Titus" an indispensable part of the Dwarf' victory.

"Heh heh. Dwarf, since I saved your country and you are so grateful, then repay me with the entire Black Rock Mountains."

In the not-too-distant future, my empire will reap what you deserve.

Titus, or rather Keosius, chuckled inwardly as he watched the Dwarf ' grateful expressions.

But then Ed said worriedly, "Titus, could you possibly contact His Bahamut Your Majesty at Mount Paradise?"

"Tsk, I am no longer qualified to face His Bahamut Your Majesty, and I am even ashamed to face my compatriots."

Now, the only way I can barely atone for my sins is to devote all my efforts to practicing Bahamut's path of justice.

Titus slowly shook his head, gazing at the azure sky, his voice low and deep.

Upon hearing the riddle-like answer from the Golden Dragon dragon, Ed sensed something was amiss and recalled numerous stories throughout history of those who defied the gods and were punished.

The Dwarf king quickly lowered his head. "I apologize, Titus. I had no intention of intruding on your past, nor did I mean any offense."

"I know."

"However, our current strength is too weak. The Fighter of Avendell Dan alone are probably not enough to Contend Against the army of hundreds of thousands of orcs."

Golden Dragon turned his head and looked at the ruins below the city wall. His long beard floated in the air, making him look quite elegant.

"It's alright, Lord Ed. If I'm not mistaken, the time is almost up."

"When?" the Dwarf king asked, puzzled.

But Golden Dragon's lips curled up, and a meaningful smile appeared on his wise face, "The arrival time of the allies of the High Mountain Kingdom in Avendell Dan."

According to the storyline, after receiving the letter, the Elven Queen disregarded the Council of Elders ' objections and immediately dispatched her personal guard to Avendell Dan to assist the Dwarf in resisting the orcs' southward advance.

Among the reinforcements she dispatched was the renowned legendary Paladin, "Twilight Blade" —Nairo Rhea.

"Hehe, this is a familiar face, or more accurately, an enemy."

Thinking of the powerful Paladin who had made him flee in disarray when they first met, Keosius felt a deep sense of emotion.

Although Keosius didn't have much of an impression of the Dragon Mother he had only met once, the sense of urgency and humiliation of having his life and death in someone else's hands left a deep impression on him.

More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye. Unexpectedly, when he met this Half-elf Paladin again, his identity had changed to the highly respected "Ancient Gold Dragon".

"Whoosh—"

Before the words were finished, the space beneath the city wall was distorted by flashing white light.

Immediately afterwards, under the tense gaze of many Dwarf Fighter in the city of Avendell Dan, a glittering portal appeared and slowly opened.

Half-elf, clad in light silver armor and with a silver sword at his waist, strode out.

She raised her head, revealing her beautiful yet aloof face, her silver hair neatly tied back.

The Half-elf looked at the Dwarf on the city wall, his eyes showing slight surprise as he saw the enormous Golden Dragon, before nodding in greeting.

"Your Majesty, Lord of the High Mountains, I come bearing the will of Queen of Serenia and Her Majesty Iserin, the Queen of the Moon Elves."

We will uphold the Holy Alliance that has lasted for millennia, and stand with our Shield Dwarves allies in the High Mountain Kingdom to resist the orcish invasion.

Behind the Half-elf, hundreds of fair-skinned, long-eared pure-blooded Elf emerged one after another from the portal.

The Elf, clad in light silver armor, wielding silver longbows or wooden staffs, and riding benevolent beasts with unique magic such as winged horses and unicorns, appeared before the crowd.

These are the Silver Moon Followers, who are loyal only to the Elven Queen Iserin, and this is all the force she can mobilize at this moment.

In order to perpetuate this Holy Alliance that has lasted for thousands of years and to resist the orcs' southward invasion, this queen, who is regarded as a puppet, has staked everything.

Ed's expression shifted from initial astonishment to overwhelming joy. "Titus, your mastery of Divination Spell is truly awe-inspiring."