(TN NOTE:im changeing goldsea city into golden city)
The entire city's defenses began to tremble as large numbers of Orcs and Fishmen, braving the arrows and cannon fire from the city walls, began to charge the trenches, which were several meters wide and deep, encircling the entire wall, becoming the burial ground for these Orcs and Fishmen.
One by one, Orc and Fishman warriors charged fanatically, their collective charge creating an indomitable momentum that allowed them to resist fear and the chilling majesty of the True Dragon.
But momentum was not enough to overwhelm the enemy; Orcs were shot down in droves, and Fishmen were pierced through in groups. Their corpses piled up in the wide trenches, gradually filling and leveling them.
The stench of fresh blood dyed the earth red, seeping into the soil, and the smell of blood mixed with the scent of the enemy in the air, forming the aura of death.
But the Orcs and Fishmen continued to advance, one after another; they could not stop their charge, needing to use their lives to provide cover for the archers and artillery positions behind them.
The Barbarian leader Gibb and the Gnoll Yug had already spread out their formation on the flat ground in front of the city gate, like a dome of steel, more solid than the Golden Wall built of wood.
When the first Orc, stepping over the corpses of his companions, crossed the trench and charged towards the city with weapons raised.
The Gnoll Yug and Barbarian Gibb simultaneously lowered their jaws, their faceplates dropping from their helmets, and a pair of bloody eyes and excited gazes quietly lit up beneath the closed faceplates.
"For the Kogmora Dragon Clan!" The Gnoll raised the long saber in his hand, emitting a low but deep sound.
"For the Golden Kingdom!" Barbarian Gibb raised the heavy hammer in his hand, letting out a loud roar.
Clang, clang, clang,
All the warriors' faceplates dropped down simultaneously, and under each steel armor, a pair of bloodthirsty eyes lit up. Their dark iron armor needed to be moistened with blood, and their long sabers yearned for the flesh and blood of the enemy.
"For the Kogmora Dragon Clan! For the Golden Kingdom!"
The roar of thousands of people, that immense sound wave, was like a heavy drum beaten by a giant god, capable of shaking even the clouds in the sky.
"Kill!"
The roars of the Orcs, the screams of the Fishmen, the howls of the Gnolls, and the bellows of the Barbarians mixed together, and blood also intertwined, as if wild beasts were colliding with a steel jungle.
Although these Orcs and Fishmen had the courage to charge, the force of their charge could not shake the Steel Legion. The Fishmen had no armor, relying entirely on their tough skin.
But even the skin beneath a True Dragon's scales could not block a blade forged from steel; to the True Dragon's Steel Warriors, they were merely a flock of lambs to be slaughtered.
The leather armor covering the Orc warriors' bodies also could not withstand the steel blades; what awaited them was merciless slaughter.
When the Orcs and Fishmen charged, the Steel Warriors at the very front simply stood with their feet slightly apart, one in front of the other, and swung their long sabers in turn.
The long sabers in the strong warriors' hands cut through the air with a flash like lightning appearing in the clouds, splitting and tearing apart all enemies who dared to challenge them.
The Orcs and Fishmen following the charge didn't even see what was happening in front of them before they saw their companions already fallen, and streaks of blade light, like scorching lightning, appeared before their eyes.
When people number over a thousand, they cover the earth and connect to the sky; when they number over ten thousand, they are boundless.
This describes the terrifying scene when masses of people charge on a battlefield.
The Blue Dragon Akzi stood high on the watchtower, looking down at the wide city wall, where every section was under enemy attack. The number of Orcs and Fishmen had already exceeded ten thousand, with more warriors continuously joining the battle.
The entire Golden City was like an isolated island in the sea, surrounded and assaulted by a black tide, facing the attacks of countless enemies, with blood and corpses covering every empty space within sight.
In the distance, the Orc Army had gradually landed from their fleet, moving powerful magical cannons and Dragon -hunting ballistas ashore, and beginning to advance step by step.
And the anti-magic field was also gradually being cleared under the cover of the Orcs' and Fishmen's flesh and blood. Even though the Wyvern Knight in the sky descended and swept over countless times, dropping terrifying explosions and bringing destructive iron flames, it still could not stop the Orcs' actions.
The artillery strongholds providing cover on the cliffs on both sides were also defeated and cleared one by one by the Orc forces, and the scattered roars gradually faded.
The Blue Dragon Akzi suppressed the raging dragon blood; as the highest commander, he needed to calmly assess the situation, not throw himself into battle like a soldier.
The anti-magic field was originally a protective measure to ensure the effectiveness of the Golden City's outer walls, so he had to closely monitor the situation on the field.
But while the Blue Dragon could endure, the Red Dragon high in the sky could no longer tolerate the tyrannical desire for destruction in his bloodline. Kadilos felt that the Blue Dragon Akzi's instruction to find the right moment to enter the fray had arrived.
So the the Young Red Dragon swooped down from the high-altitude clouds, his broad wings casting a large shadow over the enemy's heads. He began to fly around the walls of the Golden City, destructive Dragonfire brewing in his belly, a fatal line of fire rapidly igniting from the Red Dragon's chest and abdomen.
Compared to the juvenile True Dragons in the Dragon clan, the Young Red Dragon's True Dragon Breath could be described as tyrannical. A Red Dragon's breath, having grown to its youth, was imbued with both magic and fire, already falling within the scope of advanced True Dragon Breath; his full-power spray was enough to melt steel.
Even ordinary Red Dragons would be affected by the Young Red Dragon Kadilos's breath, let alone these Orcs and Fishmen.
So when the Young Red Dragon sprayed destructive flames, directly igniting a group of Orcs, the flesh and blood of the Orcs' bodies became the raw material for the flames, their water burned dry, and their fat fueled the fire.
"Hahaha, death is the price for your provocation of True Dragons. Let me, Kadilos, grant you a noble rest."
The Young Red Dragon scattered the flames of death in mid-air, igniting groups of enemies, burning them into charcoal. A True Dragon's roar echoed from his throat, tyrannical, excited, and satisfied.
The Red Dragon's flames burned across the entire battlefield; countless Fishmen and Orcs instantly ignited, wailing and rolling on the ground, but unable to extinguish the raging flames on their bodies, they could only turn into charcoal and ashes in despair and pain.
Death could not make the Orcs and Fishmen retreat, but such a tragic death was enough to instill fear in their hearts. They could not retreat, but they intentionally or unintentionally avoided the Young Red Dragon's flight path, which caused some disarray in their continuously charging formation.
In this situation, the charge of tens of thousands of enemies was firmly blocked; in front of the Red Dragon and the steel jungle, they could not advance an inch.
The battle line formed by the Steel Legion was like an indestructible mountain range, and the Young Red Dragon was the trench in front of the mountain. The corpses of Orcs and Fishmen had already piled up into a small mountain on the battlefield in front of the city wall, and then were turned into charcoal by the Red Dragon's Dragonfire.
But the Young Red Dragon was not satisfied. He sprayed his throat until it was itchy and dry, then crashed down onto the battlefield. His claws hammered the ground, sending weaker enemies flying.
His tail swept across, smashing the bones of Orcs and Fishmen, tearing their bodies apart.
The Young Red Dragon was like a merciless war machine, rampaging across the battlefield. His scales were enough to withstand the attacks of these ordinary weapons; even the strongest Orcs and Fishmen could only leave white marks on his scales.
And in the distance, the Orcs had already begun to form an archer formation, and the arrows they shot were also blocked by the Red Dragon's scales. Only occasionally did an arrow hit an area of the Red Dragon not covered by scales, able to harm the Red Dragon.
But the Young Red Dragon's body was so massive, and he was constantly moving, so some arrow damage was merely like an itch to him.
He bit and swatted among the crowd, his tail sweeping, his Dragonfire spouting; the Red Dragonused every means at his disposal.
"Die, die, you fragile dregs, I will crush you all!"
The Young Red Dragon's roar echoed across the battlefield. Kadilos's mind was gradually filled with tyrannical dragon blood, and the desire for destruction was surging. He actually began to charge in the opposite direction towards the Orc and Fishman army.
"Idiotic Red Dragon, a fool who relies on strength, this idiot who relies on strength actually dares to directly charge the army!" General Garn stood on the deck of his flagship, his eyes glinting with a chilling light.
"Kol, deal with him. Killing this Red Dragon will deter those True Dragon monsters. Don't let him charge our artillery positions."
Garn looked at the Orc warrior standing beside him.
Kol was equally tall. This Orc, as one of the fleet's main ship commanders, was also an extremely formidable warrior, and Prince Garn's most trusted adjutant.
Standing three meters tall, Kol's muscles were bulging, making him appear a size larger than other Orc warriors, and his inverted tusks were even thicker and longer, clearly indicating a richer bloodline of ancient Orcs within him.
His aura was as vast as the sea and as deep as an abyss, only slightly weaker than Archmage Lapers's aura, clearly a strong individual who had gone very far within the Saint Realm.
"Although the Red Dragon's scales are sturdy, they cannot block my Hammer of Destruction. I will kill him and take his head as my collection."
The Orc Kol's yellowed tusks clicked as he watched the Red Dragon, already wounded by countless Orc attacks, with bloodstains and open wounds appearing on his chest, abdomen, limbs, and wings. Arrows were stuck in the Red Dragon's skin where it wasn't covered by scales.
Some arrows, enchanted with armor-piercing magic, could even directly shatter the Young Red Dragon's scales, pierce through the Young Red Dragon's flesh, and embed themselves within the Young Red Dragon's body.
"Armor me," Orc Kol ordered his guards.
Although he possessed the power of the Saint Realm, enough to challenge this Young Red Dragon head-on, in a legion battlefield with two armies clashing, even a Saint Realm expert could be overwhelmed by the army and charged to death.
Orcs did not have the Young Red Dragon's sturdy scale protection, and he did not want to test the concentrated attacks of the True Dragon Warriors with his flesh.
A somewhat large and loose set of armor was put on Kol's body by the Orc guards, making the Orc appear even larger. Two other Orcs then carried over a heavy, short-handled mace.
Kol easily lifted the heavy warhammer in his hand. This famous Legendary weapon in the Orc Kingdom—the Hammer of Destruction—was resonating with the bloodline in his body, granting him even greater power.
The Hammer of Destruction, also known as Bagg's Mace, was rumored to have been forged by Bagg, the Orc God of Valor. Orcs wielding this Legendary weapon could gain the savage strength to destroy all enemies, and only the bravest warriors among the Orcs could lift it.
"Let the blood of this Red Dragon make you shine with your former glory," Orc Kol raised the Hammer of Destruction, stepped into the air, passed over the crowded Orc warriors landing ashore, and descended in front of the artillery and giant ballista positions that were being set up.
Although after entering the Saint Realm, one could gain the ability to perform continuous short-term air-walking, Kol was not a fool.
In the air, one could only be a living target. Even those powerful individuals with the strength to contend with Legends, before truly reaching Legendary status, would not dare to directly face a large-scale army's direct attack.
And True Dragon s were the kings of the sky; fighting a True Dragon in the sky was something only a strong individual who could crush a True Dragon, or a true fool, would do.
Orc Kol's gaze was firmly fixed on the Young Red Dragon who was still rampaging. The Young Red Dragon, whose mind was filled with magma, swept away several Orcs with his thick, long tail.
But his body had already begun to bleed scorching dragon blood, dripping onto the battlefield, scorching the mud with sizzling sounds.
Crack!
Kol's gauntlet tightened, his breathing grew heavy, and his eyes gradually filled with blood as immense power surged within his body.
His limbs began to swell, his already knotted muscles bulged, his physique grew, and his bones cracked, quickly filling his loose armor until it was skin-tight.
Bang!
The Orc Kor stomped on the ground, which had been packed solid by countless warriors, causing it to crack. He began to run, wielding his heavy Hammer of Destruction. The earth was the backbone of his strength, his bloodline the skeleton of his power, and the Legendary weapon, the Hammer of Destruction, was an extension of his might.
All warriors who stood in his way were directly knocked flying by this powerful Orc, like the wind stirred up by a wild horse galloping across the grassland, scattering the wild grass.
"Die, Red Dragon, meet your pathetic end!" The heavy hammer in Kor's hand emitted a dark, heavy glow. Powerful energy extended and grew within this Legendary weapon. The whistling wind surpassed the most violent thunder, smashing towards the Young Red Dragon.
The mind of the Young Red Dragon, controlled by the tyrannical and destructive desires of the Evil Dragon Blood, awakened at this moment. A fatal threat made the scales on this Young Red Dragon stand on end, and bone-chilling killing intent locked onto him.
"You're far from being able to kill me, you scum who only dares to ambush!" The Young Red Dragon Kadilos roared, only managing to sweep his thick right claw from right to left, striking horizontally.
Clang!
The True Dragon's claw collided with the Orc's heavy hammer, producing a clang like clashing steel.
After a brief, microsecond-long stalemate, a shockwave of power spread out like ripples, shaking the surrounding Orcs flying, raising clouds of dust, from which the Red Dragon's angry roar of pain could be heard.
The powerful Orc warrior Kor swung his heavy hammer back, and he himself was knocked back a step by the True Dragon's immense strength, cracking the ground beneath his feet.
And the wolf teeth on this Legendary weapon were stained with dragon blood and broken fine scales.
As the dust settled, the Red Dragon's massive body was revealed. Several dense wounds had appeared on the palm of the Young Red Dragon's right claw, and hot dragon blood dripped from the deep holes. The True Dragon's entire right claw was also bent backward, hanging limply.
The Orc warrior revealed a cruel smile, his thick legs cracking the ground as he stomped, and his heavy hammer, carrying the power to collapse a cliff, struck again.
At such close range, the Young Red Dragon Kadilos no longer dared to breathe Dragonfire. The Orc warrior's armor glowed with magical light. As long as he could withstand the Red Dragon's Dragonfire for a brief moment, the Red Dragon would step into the abyss of death.
Kadilos could only roar and swing his sharp claws, not to block that terrifying Legendaryweapon, but to sweep towards the Orc warrior's body, actively initiating an attack.
The True Dragon's body was massive, and its forelimbs had a longer attack range than the Orc's heavy hammer, so the Red Dragon intended to force the Orc warrior back this way.
If the Orc warrior chose a mutually destructive outcome, the Red Dragon would be severely wounded, but the Orc warrior's armor could not withstand the True Dragon's sharp claws and would be cut in half or directly knocked flying.
But the Orc warrior Kor was one of the most outstanding warriors in the Orc Kingdom. He not only possessed skilled combat techniques and awareness but was also much more agile than the True Dragon.
Kor's heavy body retreated two steps, his heavy hammer whistling rapidly as it smashed downwards, knocking down the True Dragon's sharp claws. Then he began to circle the Red Dragon's massive body, attacking the True Dragon's abdomen, forcing this Red Dragon into his own offensive rhythm.
Meanwhile, the surrounding Orc warriors also began to encircle this battlefield. Their spears and longbows sought the True Dragon's fatal weaknesses, intending to kill this Red Dragon.
Behind the Orcs, the ballista and artillery positions were gradually taking shape. One by one, magic-powered cannons were fixed to their bases and began to calibrate their targets and heights.
The bases of the Dragon -hunting ballistas were also driven into the ground, and the winches began to turn, installing the giant ballistas.
The Blue Dragon Akzi watched the Orcs and Fishmen gradually being defeated on the battlefield. The enemy's offensive had begun to contract. Their mission had been accomplished, buying time for the artillery positions.
So now they had slowed their assault and were beginning to retreat to their rear.
"Hold the line, do not pursue!"
Yug the Gnoll and Gibb the Barbarian stopped these bloodthirsty warriors' desire to pursue. The iron warriors had now become a forest of flesh and blood, still holding their ground, unshaken.
But the sharp longswords in their hands were now blunted, and some of the steel blades even had fine nicks. Even steel would be damaged after colliding with the hard bones of countless enemies.
And these loyal warriors, though they did not suffer large-scale casualties under the cover of the archer legions on the city walls, with only a few unlucky warriors killed by heavy artillery from the Orc flagship.
But they also expended a great deal of physical strength. Heavy armor was a sturdy defense, but it was also a heavy burden.
The Red Dragon, trapped in a heavy encirclement in the distance, was already somewhat far from the main battlefield. Although the Blue Dragon Akez felt that the Young Red Dragon Kadilos's active combat greatly enhanced the territory's fighting power, he did not want to expend too many warriors for the Young Red Dragon.
Moreover, the Young Red Dragon's uncontrollability and impulsiveness made this Blue Dragonsomewhat angry. Nevertheless, he was still willing to make some attempts, so the Blue Dragon Akzi roared loudly.
The True Dragon's roar was high, loud, and continuous, carrying the True Dragon's unique vocalizations and information transmission. Even True Dragon s tens of miles away could easily capture the message their kin wished to convey.
The clouds in the sky above the battlefield seemed to suddenly scatter, blown away by the howling wind into a pervasive mist. These mists, despite the surging wind, did not dissipate but grew thicker and thicker.
Within the mist, the massive figures of the two True Dragons were faintly visible: one with scales the color of Red Copper, and one with scales the color of Bronze.
These were the two Metal Dragons, Alina and Alfred, who had infiltrated the distant sea to destroy the Orc's fleet after the Orc Army landed.
The two Young True Dragons had awakened their magical abilities. Driven by them, the mist gradually descended, enveloping the battlefield where the Red Dragon Kadilos was located.
Alina urged the wild winds to sweep, and the Fog Cloud spell she released, under the frantically surging magic, became thick and condensed, obscuring the vision of most Orcs.
Alfred, on the other hand, extended his fangs and tail within the mist, casting spells under the cover of the mist.
The Red Copper Dragon's innate ability allowed him to turn the ground beneath the Orcs' feet into soft mud, and then, with the help of the Grease spell, transform the soft mud into a slippery, soft swamp.
To protect the Alina, who was fully casting spells, Alfred also cast a Minor Illusion spell in advance, creating two illusory images of True Dragons to affect and mislead the Orcs' senses.
As the mist spread, the Orcs around the Red Dragon's battlefield gradually lost sight of their target. They cautiously began to try to escape the range of the mist, lest they be caught in the fight between the two powerful creatures.
And the Young Red Dragon Kadilos and the powerful Orc warrior Kor also sensed the approach of the two True Dragon s from the sky.
The Young Red Dragon Kadilos was now covered in dragon blood, with many arrows sticking into his skin. The scales on his waist and back were broken, and countless dense holes proved how terrifying the damage this Red Dragon had sustained was.
Most importantly, the Legendary heavy hammer in the Orc warrior Kor's hand was a weapon specifically designed to counter opponents with sturdy surface defenses. These surface injuries were far less severe than the internal organ damage the Young Red Dragon suffered.
Kadilos's internal organs had already been shaken and injured by several hammer blows, and some organs were even ruptured by the Orc warrior. Even the hardest True Dragon bones had some cracks from the impact. At this moment, hot dragon blood flowed from his nose, mouth, and eyes, making him look utterly miserable.
If not for the True Dragon's powerful vitality and the Red Dragon's frantic counterattack, this Young Red Dragon would have already died under this Legendary warhammer.
But at this point, he was already in his death throes. The Orc warrior on the other side, although his armor was somewhat damaged with marks like knife cuts proving the True Dragon's claws were hard to withstand, was still largely intact.
Upon sensing the presence of the two True Dragons, the Orc warrior Kor finally shed his calm and composed demeanor. The Legendary heavy hammer in his hand began to strike with full force at the Young Red Dragon, who was swaying but refused to fall.
He had to kill the Red Dragon before the two True Dragon s landed, otherwise, facing an encirclement by three True Dragon s, he would likely perish here.
"Hahaha, you can't kill me! True Dragons won't die at the hands of scum like you!" The Young Red Dragon roared, blood splattering from his fangs.
His forelimbs were already broken, and the bones connecting his wing membranes were bent and fractured. His body was covered in holes and wounds of all sizes.
But he still held his head high. He could surrender to a True Dragon of the same True Dragon group, but he would never bow to an Orc, not even in death.
So his chest and abdomen lit up, lines of fire surged, and Dragonfire transformed into an extremely condensed pillar of flame, spitting out with scorching heat towards the Orc warrior.
"True Dragon, die!" The Orc warrior's body swelled again, his eyes streaked with blood. His bulging arm muscles strained his armor, and his entire armor glowed with a dark, heavy light. The heavy hammer in his hand was filled with a deep, abyss-like blackness as it struck the Young Red Dragon's chest and abdomen.
In the dense mist, one could not see five paces ahead, but it was suddenly illuminated by a brilliant light. Alina, poking her head out of the mist, spat out a massive, branched lightning bolt that struck down towards the Orc warrior's head, like terrifying heavenly might, thunder and lightning.
At this moment, the Orc warrior chose to swing his heavy hammer from a horizontal strike upwards, concentrating all the strength in his body. A dense black light emanated from his body, meeting the full-powered lightning breath of the Bronze Dragon.
Boom! Crack!
The thick black light on the warhammer was struck by the massive lightning, largely dissipating, leaving only a thin layer. With the Red Dragon's Dragonfire impacting from behind, he could only choose to retreat from this dense mist.
"Hmph, hmph," the Young Red Dragon Kadilos gasped, nearing the end of his strength. He hadn't expected the True Dragons from the Dragon clan to come rescue him. He clearly knew that he hadn't been acknowledged by these True Dragons.
But surprises always come, and Kadilos received his unexpected surprise.
Alina retreated into the mist, continuing to maintain it, while Alfred poked his head out of the mist and said with dissatisfaction, "Hurry and go, Kadilos! The Orc's giant ballistas are almost ready. If you don't retreat now, you won't be able to leave."
A smile appeared on the Young Red Dragon Kadilos's face. As his strength dried up, his consciousness became clearer than ever. He laughed, "I can't leave anymore. Even my wings have been broken. But I'm very grateful for your help. I haven't lost the True Dragon's pride. I will die standing on this battlefield!"
Alfred was furious at these words. The short-tempered Red Copper Dragon spread his wings and kicked the Young Red Dragon in the rear, making this Young Red Dragon stumble.
"What foolishness are you talking about? But it's very typical of you Red Dragons, Kadilos! You still have legs, now get your ass moving! Don't you dare waste my and Alina's efforts!"