A Brutal War

In Blackstone Valley, the open valley in front of the city of Avendell Dan was littered with the charred corpses of orcs, with Embers still burning and crackling, their flames flickering in the wind.

The Dwarf and Elf stood ready on the city walls, gripping their longbows and warhammers, silently awaiting the arrival of the enemy.

"Fellow countrymen, allies, at this moment, the fate of Avendell Dan is in our hands, and even the situation on the Feanso Continent will be changed by this great war."

If we succeed, your deeds will be recorded in history!

Ed's voice was steady and powerful, each word ringing out, echoing on the city walls lined with banners.

The Dwarf king raised his warhammer high, his powerful aura radiating outwards. "For order and justice! Avendell Dan will never fall!"

"For order and justice!"

At this moment, both Dwarf and Elf raised their weapons and let out earth-shattering shouts, and even the Golden Dragon on the top of the city wall raised its head and let out a soft roar.

Just then, Rhea gripped her silver sword tightly, looked solemnly into the distance, and frowned slightly.

"This is."

With the powerful senses of a legendary Paladin, she keenly perceived—the ground was trembling slightly, and a commotion was coming from afar.

She picked up the crystal pendant hanging around her neck, and ripples appeared on the Holy Tree Water contained within it.

"It seems those orcs are coming. Hopefully, we can successfully complete Her Majesty Catherine's mission this time."

Soon, the tremors became more pronounced, and the entire Black Rock Mountains seemed to shake, with rumbling sounds coming from the ground.

Pieces of rock rolled down the cliff, easily noticeable even to the Dwarf Fighter.

"Moradin above"

What was that sound?

"You, you felt it? It wasn't an illusion, the earth was trembling!"

King Ed, the Dwarf king, felt the approaching stench of blood and shouted, "Orcs! The orc army is coming!"

All troops are on standby! Be prepared to defend against any enemy offensive!

The sentry standing on the city wall looked into the distance, his Big Mouth, his eyes filled with shock. "Du... Dumasong is above!"

In the distance, a vast expanse of dust and blood mist appeared, almost filling the entire field of vision.

Then, the orcs surged forth like a mottled torrent, occupying most of the valley, with countless ferocious beasts running rampant. From the dust and smoke, orcs poured out in an endless stream, one after another.

At this moment, a massive legion of hundreds of thousands of orc Fighter poured out.

Compared to the vanguard army led by Monk last time, this orc army is much larger in scale and far more imposing than before.

"Waaah—"

The orc raised his head and blew the yellowed horn made from the thigh bone of his enemy. Instantly, the bone horn emitted a long, deep sound, like the muffled roar of a giant beast.

Orc light cavalry galloped across the battlefield, brandishing their spears, drawing their Short Bow, and letting out loud battle cries.

The Worg beneath him also exhaled a foul odor and howled wildly, its triangular eyes filled with bloodshot veins and gleaming eerily.

—This is the vanguard of the orcish legion, the Worg light cavalry. They can use their agility to draw fire and take the opportunity to wear down the defenders on the city walls.

However, on the towering walls of Avendell Dan, the Elf clad in light silver armor all drew their longbows, arrows pointing skyward.

"Whoosh—"

Instantly, countless arrows streaked through the air like comets, leaving graceful silver arcs in the sky as they hurtled towards the orcs.

The Elf ' longbows are not ordinary weapons, but magical Wondrous Item, and the arrows they shoot are all imbued with a dazzling silver light.

As they reached the airspace above the orcs, the arrows suddenly exploded, transforming into a sky full of silver Light Arrow.

These Light Arrow poured down from the sky like a torrential downpour, shooting densely at the orcs.

"Ah!"

"It's Elf's magic arrow!"

"These damned long-eared creatures, I'll scalp them off and offer them as a sacrifice—"

The Elf arrows have a tracking effect, making it difficult even for the agile Worg light cavalry to dodge the barrage of arrows.

Almost every Light Arrow pierced the orc's chest with pinpoint accuracy, piercing their beating hearts.

In an instant, the battlefield was filled with the wails, screams, and curses of the orcs, and hundreds of orc cavalrymen lay dead on the battlefield, their lives easily taken.

Ed looked at the corpses scattered across the ground in the distance, his expression filled with delight. He clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Well done! As expected of Serenia's elite! Truly extraordinary!"

The Elf drew their silver bows to their fullest extent once more, aiming them at the sky to gather their power. The dazzling silver light spread out, almost enveloping the entire city wall.

The orc officer brandished his scimitar and roared, "Where are our orc spellcasters? Block these pointy-eared arrows!"

"Great Father God."

"You are an invincible conqueror; please grant us protection and shield us from the enemy's spears and arrows."

Shamans, smeared with blood-red runes, hovered in mid-air, raising scepters made of bone and chanting ancient and long incantations.

"Whoosh—"

The blood-red fog in the air surged and gradually gathered, forming a vast crimson curtain in front of the orc legion.

The Elf arrows flew through the air again, but were blocked by the barrier. Before they could even get close to the orcs, they fell helplessly to the ground.

At the same time, the orcs launched a counterattack.

"Delicate pointed ears"

On the hillside, a noble "Eye of Gruumsh" drew back a longbow engraved with runes, his single eye blazing with a bloodthirsty desire.

"Whoosh—"

With a deafening roar as the air was torn apart, a jet-black arrow, carrying a bloody hurricane, pierced through the sky, covering a distance of over a thousand meters.

"Not good!"

The Elf archer's expression changed drastically. He tried to dodge, but it was too late to avoid the arrow that was faster than the sound of a voice.

He felt a powerful gust of wind strike him, his abdomen was instantly pierced, and he felt excruciating pain as his internal organs were churned into a mess.

"Bang!"

The Elf's tall body was thrown backward by the enormous inertia, crashing heavily onto the city wall behind him, leaving a trail of blood.

A noble pure-blooded Elf archer was pinned to death by an arrow from a thousand meters away, without even a chance to struggle.

Rhea's expression darkened. Every member of this team was an absolute elite and a loyal follower of Her Majesty Catherine.

If the Silver Moon Followers perish here, it will definitely have a huge impact on the Queen's future plans to conquer the Sacred Tree and reclaim the Serenia regime.

She absolutely could not allow this to happen! With that thought, Rhea turned to the robed Elf mage and commanded, "Seymour, do everything in your power to protect our people."

"Yes, Lady Rhea."

The sorcerer known as "Seymour" nodded, raised his wooden staff, and chanted a spell in a low voice. The moonstone at the top of the staff emitted a soft light.

He gradually floated into the air, his white robe fluttering behind him.

Suddenly, a massive barrier of light gradually formed above the walls of Avendell Dan, about to envelop all the Elf.

That was Seventh-Circle Spell unique to the Elven Kingdom— [Serenia Light Barrier]! "Whoosh—"

Just then, another ear-piercing sonic boom came from afar, and another black arrow pierced the sky, streaking across the heavens like a meteorite.

At this moment, Seymour, still suspended in mid-air, had not yet completed his spell, and the black arrow was aimed directly at him! "Don't even think about it!"

Rhea let out a sharp shout and swung her silver sword fiercely. The twilight light flew from the blade and went straight for the arrow.

In an instant, the light exploded, and the arrow turned into a cloud of charred powder.

Finally, Seymour's spell was completed, and a radiant barrier enveloped the walls of Avendell Dan, repelling all external attacks.

The Dwarf turned the winches, started the catapults, and hurled barrels filled with gunpowder and spirits into the orcs.

The barrels either smashed against the barrier or exploded in mid-air, killing large numbers of orcs.

Meanwhile, the orc light cavalry galloped across the battlefield, dodging the overwhelming barrage of arrows and looking for opportunities to shoot and kill the defenders on the city walls.

At the same time, the Elf mages raised their staffs in unison, showcasing the magical heritage of Serenia spanning thousands of years.

Scorching Flying Flame, freezing ice spikes, and holy light descended from the sky and landed among the orcs, while various magical lights shone brightly above the city walls.

Deaths were falling on the battlefield, but because the orcish legions had not yet reached the walls of Avendell Dan, their casualties were far greater than those of the Dwarf.

In just a short time, the orc light cavalry at the forefront lost nearly three thousand men, their corpses strewn across the battlefield.

"Death is not the end! The brave who die in battle will gain eternal life in the realm of the Father God — the Nishak Kingdom! Orc warriors, continue the charge! For the great orc race to reclaim the world!"

The warlord's deep, resonant voice echoed across the battlefield, and even with heavy casualties at the front, orc light cavalry continued to pour out in droves.

In fact, just as the orcs believed, if they fought well and brought glory to their tribe, Gruumsh would take their souls into the God Domain of the battlefield— the Nishak Kingdom.

There, they will spend their afterlife in Gruumsh's army, fighting in constant, transdimensional wars of supremacy and battling the Goblin gods.

But they were unaware that every night, the orc Fighter of the Nishak Kingdom would engage in devastating battles, abandoning diplomacy and waging bloody slaughter from within, all of which Gruumsh would watch with great interest from his iron fortress.

Even more tragically, there is suffering within the kingdom, but no death. All living beings are reborn at sunset, while the weak orcs can only be slaughtered time and time again, living a life worse than death.

However, at this moment, the orcs still longed for the Nishak Kingdom. They raised their weapons and shouted excitedly.

"For the great Father God!"

"Long live the orcs! We will live forever!"

Behind the orc light cavalry, the main force of the orc legion was steadily advancing, trampling over the corpses of their own kind, and the distance between them and the walls of Avendell Dan was growing ever shorter.

The raging beasts charged through a hail of arrows, with orc giants and Ogre carrying enormous bone shields leading the charge, followed by tens of thousands of orc infantry.

In the sky, giant eagles and vultures tamed by the orcs circled back and forth, letting out long howls, while monsters such as Manticore and Wyvern were drawn by the blood mist.

Behind the massive army, Batu Shatterskull stood atop the towering back of Wasteland Striding Dragon, gazing at Avendell Dan not far away.

Then, the enormous Golden Dragon appeared on the city wall, flapping its wings and swaying its thick tail, seemingly poised to strike and ready to meet the orcs' attack at any moment.

The Orc Chieftain lowered his head, muttering to himself, almost grinding his fangs to powder. "Damn golden-skinned reptile... how did it get here! As long as this Golden Dragon is here, it will be very difficult for our troops to breach the city walls."

We need to take advantage of this moment of relaxation and finish it off!

Instantly, Batu's expression became even more ferocious, and a ruthless glint appeared in his right eye, gleaming with a sinister light.

He stretched out his hand, his tone fierce. "Nasu, take back my Blood Spear."

"Good."

The old shaman groped in the void and took out a folded piece of dried animal hide. He unfolded the hide, took out the spear inside, and then carefully handed it to Batu.

"Hehe, you're more comfortable with it, my old friend..."

Batu took the spear and gently stroked its rough surface. The spear was quite old, stained with blood, and had pierced the beating hearts of countless enemies, and even killed a powerful Titan Divine Descendant.

At this moment, the Orc Chieftain once again took out this weapon, with only one target—the meddlesome Golden Dragon that was blocking their conquest plans.

Batu gripped his spear tightly, gazing at the Golden Dragon in the distance with the eyes of someone eyeing prey, a fanatical smile spreading across his face.

He pressed the spear to his forehead, closed his eyes, and prayed in a low voice. "Great Father God..."

"Supreme One-Eyed God, Watcher, the Never-Sleeping One, your lowly offspring desires to remove the obstacle to the orcish conquest. Grant me—the power of slaughter!"

"Boom!"

A sudden clap of thunder echoed through the valley.

Batu suddenly opened his eyes, and a terrifying blood-red light shone from his only remaining right eye. Then, thick blood mist rolled out of his eye socket, gradually enveloping the spear.

On his forehead, the single-eyed rune seemed to come alive, blinking and revealing an extremely malevolent gaze.

"Thank you, Father God..."

In return, I will offer your most precious sacrifice—the city of Avendell Dan! And the heads of Dwarf, Elf, and even Golden Dragon!

The orc felt the abundant and violent power in his hand and immediately laughed ferociously, exhaling foul-smelling white smoke. He gripped the Blood Spear tightly, and the veins on his arm bulged like the roots of an old tree.

"Golden Dragon— "

"Standing in front of the orc legion is the biggest mistake you've ever made!" Thunder rumbled and the wind howled Batu Shatterskull raised his Blood Spear, took a nearly 100-meter run-up, and with all his might, roared as he hurled the Blood Spear.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the air was suddenly torn apart, emitting a mournful wail and shriek. The sky seemed to be cleaved by a sharp blade, revealing a narrow, dark red scar.

The sky bled! The Blood Spear soared into the sky, creating a perfect arc across a distance of thousands of meters, carrying terrifying power and trailing endless blood light as it rushed straight toward the enormous Golden Dragon, its trail forming a giant spear thousands of meters long.

The Dwarf and Elf looked up in terror. In a daze and fear, they seemed to see a one-eyed orc, hundreds of meters tall and burly, holding a giant spear and grinning as he thrust it at the Golden Dragon.

This is the power of Gruumsh! In their eyes, even the Golden Dragon, which was more than thirty meters long, seemed so small and vulnerable in the face of this overwhelming power.

"Titus, watch out!"

Rhea stood with her sword drawn, feeling the bloody wind blowing in her face. Ignoring her disheveled silver hair, she shouted a warning.

"Roar--"

Just then, the dragon's roar rang out, even drowning out the whistling of the Blood Spear.

The Dwarf, Elf, and orcs on the battlefield all looked up and focused their gazes. At the top of the city wall, accompanied by the creaking of rocks, the enormous Golden Dragon flapped its wings and soared into the air, stirring up gusts of wind.