A Reputation That Spread Far and Wide

A phantom image appeared in Batu Shatterskull's eyes—at that moment, he was pierced through the chest by the Golden Dragon dragon's flames and then lost his life completely.

"Is this my fate? Damn golden-skinned reptiles! Damn Dwarf and Elf!"

In an instant, the millennia-long slaughter of the orcs on the Ugo Prairie, the old shaman's desperate delay at the cost of everything, and Monk's fearlessness all flashed through his mind.

Batu Shatterskull's hand trembled slightly as he held the "Blood of Gruumsh." At that moment, he felt that the fate of the orcs was in his own hands.

If he wins and leads the Red Blood Tribe to conquer Avendell Dan, the orcs' millennia-long dream will be realized.

They, the orcs, would no longer have to fight amongst themselves for barren lands and meager resources; their territory would be the entire Feanso Continent! "Cowards! You can never defeat me—"

Facing enemies surging in from different directions, Batu Shatterskull to the sky and let out a furious battle roar, as if challenging the entire world.

Blood Rage!

The orc's blood was boiling! Endless crimson light shot into the sky, as if to dye the heavens red.

"Praise the One-Eyed God!"

"Praise be to those the Never-Sleeping One!"

The Orc Shaman spread their arms wide and offered a devout prayer, while terrifying power descended from the sky, surrounding the Orc Chieftain.

With numerous enhancements, Batu's momentum has risen several levels again, approaching the pinnacle of legend.

"For Moradin!"

Lord Ed of the Lord of the High Mountains let out a heart-wrenching roar, and the blood of the Dwarf royal family gushed from his body, flowing into the warhammer.

Clang! Clang! The flames of soul forging swirled around his body, and the crisp sound of hammering echoed as he was forged.

At this moment, Ed was about to fuse himself with the Rock Hammer! Instantly, a bronze-cast iron hammer nearly a hundred meters long, covered in mottled bloodstains, appeared in mid-air.

"Buzz—"

With a roar, it crashed down towards the orcs, like a mountain falling to the ground.

Batu shouted and immediately used his giant axe to strike the sky, while the huge orc phantom behind him made the same move.

"Boom!"

In an instant, a powerful shockwave overturned tens of thousands of people present, and an endless hurricane swept across the land, while the sky roared incessantly.

Gravel, dead wood, flesh and blood, and even discarded swords were swept into the sky, forming a terrible storm.

At the eye of the storm, Batu remained in the position of holding back the giant axe, his body covered in wounds, but the orc phantom behind him shattered like glass.

Ed was sent flying backward, crashing into the ground and creating a large crater. He was covered in blood and on the verge of death, but he still gripped his warhammer tightly.

"Long, long-bearded man, is that all the power your hammer has?"

Ignoring the blood covering his body, Batu grinned maliciously and was about to step forward to end the other man's life when another sharp shout came from behind.

"Swear an oath to the enemy, show no mercy!"

Batu turned his head and saw Avenging Angel with wings on its back swooping down, its silver sword, carrying the glow of twilight, cutting through the air.

Countless blades of light descended from the sky, crisscrossing and intersecting, each one like a dazzling ray of light in the afterglow of the sunset.

"Whoosh—"

The orc's body was surrounded by blood-red totems, resisting the fierce onslaught.

But soon, the totem dimmed, dense wounds appeared on his body, blood splattered everywhere, a faint light burned the wounds, and roaring vengeful spirits surged in from all directions.

Even a dragon would find it difficult to withstand such an attack.

However, at this moment, the Orc Chieftain withstood these attacks thanks to his strong physique and unwavering will.

"Even if it means death, I will drag you self-proclaimed righteous bastards into Hell! Orcs also have the right to live under the sun!"

At this moment, Batu Shatterskull, disregarding his wounds, roared almost through his teeth.

A one-eyed symbol appeared above Rhea's head, a vicious curse from the orcs. The Half-elf Paladin suddenly felt weak all over, his back slumped, and he almost fell to the ground.

For a Paladin with a divine physique, this curse can only delay things for a short while—but that's enough.

Batu, wielding his battle axe, charged toward Ed amidst a storm of blades, intent on ending the Dwarf king's life, his remaining left eye gleaming with ferocity.

"Ahhh—"

With Ed. Klein dead, the High Mountain Kingdom will be leaderless, and the orcs will still have a chance to conquer Avendell Dan! "This is bad!"

Rhea saw through the orc's intentions and quickly flapped her wings and stretched out her hands to block his path.

But it was too late Batu Shatterskull had already reached the Dwarf King, raising his giant axe high with a smirk on his face.

Ed lay weakly on the ground, saying listlessly, "Orcs, you'll never get in."

Batu Shatterskull grinned menacingly, veins bulging on his arms, and suddenly strained. "Too bad you won't live to see that day!"

Just at this critical moment, a piercing explosion came from above their heads, and a shadow suddenly appeared, growing larger and larger until it enveloped them.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled, and dust billowed.

The enormous Golden Dragon swooped down from the sky, crashing to the ground like a meteorite, and pounced directly on the head of the Orc Chieftain.

A huge crater was smashed into the ground, and deep within that crater, the once majestic Orc Chieftain was pinned under the Golden Dragon, on the verge of death.

His injuries were so severe that the burly orc's body was covered in wounds, with hardly a single unscathed spot.

His bones were crushed, almost turning to powder, his joints were twisted in a bizarre way, and his flesh was compressed so much that it was impossible to discern its shape.

This Orc Chieftain, who had fought for over twenty years and unified the Ugo Prairie, now seemed to be finally facing his end.

"Puff"

Batu Shatterskull spat out a mouthful of blood, a defiant smile spreading across his face, "Hahaha, a sneak attack from behind, is this the Golden Dragon who calls himself a messenger of justice?"

A rather wicked thought flashed through Keosius's mind, so he spoke righteously and solemnly, "Why should we follow the rules when dealing with a villain like you?"

"Villain."

The Orc Chieftain repeated the word, his voice suddenly becoming excited.

"Villains? We orcs were betrayed by the despicable Dwarf and Elf, and were blocked to the north of the Black Rock Mountains, forced to live only on this barren Ugo Prairie!"

For thousands of years, we have fought each other for resources, shedding blood endlessly. All we wanted was the right to survive. Is that being a villain?

"You hypocritical golden-skinned lizard, something like you will never realize—"

"Boom!"

The scorching dragon flames mercilessly engulfed the Orc Chieftain, while the Golden Dragon exhaled a puff of green smoke and sighed, "The villains always have so many lines. It's best to deal with this as soon as possible, lest things get complicated."

Just then, Batu Shatterskull's soul rose from the charred corpse, protected by some kind of crimson divine power.

The "Blood of Gruumsh" in his hand floated into the air and appeared next to the soul.

Batu, now a spirit, stared at the Golden Dragon with his single eye, as if he had seen something terrifying. He suddenly cried out in horror, "No, you, you're not the Golden Dragon! What are you? Hahahaha! I know, so that's how it is! You and I are no different!"

Golden Dragon's expression was indifferent; he simply said, "You think you can just leave like that? At least leave something behind."

The Golden Dragon extended its giant claws, and a powerful vortex appeared in its palm, plundering the remaining Divine Power within the "Blood of Gruumsh".

Batu's soul roared, rising into the sky along with the battle axe. "Damn you! Remember, your end will be far more tragic than mine!"

"Hmph, baseless slander! Orc, you disgust me!"

Rhea folded her wings and descended from the sky, gazing into the distance with her eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly lost in thought.

Not far away, the Dwarf king slowly opened his eyes and struggled to sit up.

Ed stared at the charred, unrecognizable corpse beside the Golden Dragon, his voice hoarse but unable to conceal his excitement.

"Batu Shatterskull is dead!"

The Dwarf and Elf on the city walls finally recovered from the fierce battle and erupted in thunderous cheers.

"This was a battle that will go down in history! That Golden Dragon dragon killed the Orc Chieftain!"

"He killed Batu Shatterskull!"

"Moradin!"

The orcs were devastated, their expressions downcast, and many shamans even went into a frenzy, indiscriminately killing.

"Impossible!"

"How so!"

"Lord Batu is a follower of Gruumsh, how could he lose!"

Taking advantage of the situation, the Dwarf launched a counterattack, raining down arrows on the orcish army and sending Dwarf infantry to pursue them.

The Dwarf were filled with fighting spirit, while the orcs were leaderless and even began to kill each other. In this atmosphere, the war gradually turned into a one-sided massacre.

The Golden Dragon circled above the battlefield, swooping down time and again, spewing out scorching dragon flames that could incinerate hundreds or thousands of orc Fighter into charred remains.

The Avenging Angel raised his silver sword, hovering high in the sky, and countless blades flashed, slicing the orcs in half at the waist.

Faced with this brutal battlefield, the remaining "Eye of Gruumsh" Fighter and shamans of the orcs also attempted to launch a counterattack—but this was not an equal battle.

Finally, the orc general Soro Blood Drinker. He rallied the remaining troops and shouted, "We have not lost! The orcs are still favored by our Father God! Retreat! Leave this place! One day, we will avenge Lord Batu! We will slaughter Avendell Dan!"

"Bloodbath at Avendell Dan!"

The blood-red, one-eyed banner fluttered in the air as the orcish legion retreated in disarray, leaving behind only corpses strewn across the ground.

During this chaotic retreat, the Dwarf and Elf continued to harass the orcs, causing tens of thousands of casualties.

However, compared to Dwarf, the number of orcs was simply too great. Even after such a brutal war, there were still nearly 100,000 of them.

The allied forces of Dwarf and Elf were overjoyed. They raised their warhammers, spears, and bows and arrows, and cheered enthusiastically.

"By Moradin, we have won!"

"Avendell Dan shall never fall! The High Mountain Kingdom shall never perish!"

"This is a victory for justice and righteousness!"

Ed looked at the broken walls and ruins on the city wall, and at the corpses piled up in front of the city wall, and couldn't help but sigh, as if he had aged several years out of nowhere.

He looked at the Golden Dragon standing on the city wall and solemnly said, "Titus, you have saved my life and our homeland."

You will be our Dwarf' friend forever, and I will do everything in my power to repay this kindness.

The Golden Dragon nodded and let out a soft whistle.

The Dwarf king turned to the Half-elf Paladin beside him. "Thank you as well, our allies."

The High Mountain Kingdom will firmly support Her Catherine Moonchaser's restoration and oppose the Council of Elders's seizure of power.

Rhea nodded slightly, a smile finally appearing on her face, "Thank you, this is exactly what Her Majesty the Queen wanted."

Then, her gaze sharpened. "However, Gruumsh's conspiracy is not over yet, and the orcs in the north are still restless."

Before that, I will remain in the Black Rock Mountains to help your High Mountain Kingdom completely eliminate the orc threat.

"Good."

Ten thousand rays of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds and fell upon the earth.

Under the watchful eyes of the Dwarf and Elf, the Golden Dragon's enormous and exquisite body shone brightly, its surface shimmering with a hazy glow, like the dawn.

Someone shouted, "Praise be to the Dawn Dragon!"

"Thank you Titus, it was he who helped us defend against the orcish invasion!"

The Golden Dragon gracefully flapped its wave-like wings, hovering lightly above Avendell Dan, and let out a long roar.

"Roar--"

"Justice and justice are like the rising and setting of the sun, eternally unchanging!"

Thus, the massive Blackstone Mountain Battle ended abruptly with the death of Batu Shatterskull Red Blood Tribe, and Solo Soro Blood Drinker's army fleeing north.

The Dwarf and their allies once again repelled the orcish invasion from the south, maintaining peace and order in northeastern Fei An Suo.

In this brutal war, "Lord of the High Mountains" Ed and "Twilight Blade" Rhea became even more renowned, becoming sought-after heroes in the Bard's tale.

Meanwhile, the mysterious Golden Dragon Titus also appeared in everyone's sight for the first time and was revered by the people of the Feanso Continent as the "Dawn Dragon".

According to Dragon Scholar, this Titus is at least Ancient Gold Dragon and possesses legendary spellcasting abilities.

People were overjoyed that such a kind and righteous being had appeared on the Feanso Continent again. Even many young Metallic Dragon traveled to the Black Rock Mountains to visit and befriend him.

Anzeta Great Wasteland, Dragon Blood Mountain.

After months of bloodline purification, the Embers of the Burned Emperor's body became even larger, reaching a length of forty-five meters.

The Red Dragon slowly opened its eyes, looked at the refreshed information in front of it, exhaled a puff of Sulfur Scent white smoke, and looked quite content.

[You killed [Red Blood Tyrant - Batu Shatterskull (Challenge Rating: 24), gaining 60,000 XP]] "It feels so much better to steal kills than to fight hard," Keosius exclaimed sincerely.