In the late autumn of the fifth year of the Dragon Calendar, the Orc Army's greatest reliance for slaughtering the True Dragon, the ancient beast bloodline—Behemoth, the Lord of Beasts—was consumed by the combined efforts of the True Dragon.
General Garn, the Orc Army Commander, was beheaded by the Dragon Lord's Angels of Death and the heavily armored cavalry legion led by Chiron, who fought with blood for blood and bone for bone. The remaining Orc Army lost all will to resist.
The protracted tug-of-war, the "War of Orcs and True Dragons," which lasted for nearly three years, finally drew to a close.
This war, whose intensity was the most brutal in the Northern Territory for decades, ended with the victory of the Kogmora Dragon Clan, and the Orc's royal banner fell before the Dragon clan's royal banner.
The process of this war will likely soon be recounted by adventurers and bards, telling the story and Legend of the more than one hundred thousand accumulated corpses lying in the Golden Land.
And on the plain in front of the Kings Capital, tens of thousands of corpses lay.
It was already deep into the night, before dawn, but the blood on this battlefield had not yet dried, and the fires had not yet extinguished.
In the gradually dimming moonlight in the sky and the rising dawn on the horizon, one could clearly see smoke billowing everywhere and mountains of corpses.
Rows of Orcs fell, their corpses soaked in gradually drying blood, with scattered limbs and exposed white bones intertwined.
Among these Orc corpses were also a few of the Dragon clans warriors. The armor on these warriors was dented and dilapidated, almost integrated with their flesh, sinews, and bones, and rusty bloodstains darkened their entire bodies.
But even at the moment of their death, they still clutched their weapons tightly, not letting go in the slightest, even when their arms were severed.
There were also some The Dragon clans legion warriors who fell on the battlefield, but they did not have fatal wounds, for they died of exhaustion, having expended all their strength and energy, finally collapsing on the battlefield.
Because even if it were a hundred thousand pigs, to kill them all would require a great deal of effort, let alone Orcs, who are not pigs, but exceptionally powerful warriors.
The price for this was that nearly all of the Orc's more than one hundred thousand troops were slaughtered here.
Even though the collapsing Orc Army later surrendered and begged for forgiveness from the Dragon clans warriors, willing to become slaves and captives, not a single warrior was willing to accept this outcome.
Nor would any True Dragons accept this outcome, nor would any of the Golden People accept this outcome.
The continuous war initiated by the Orcs not only offended the True Dragon but also offended all of the Golden People.
The impact of the Orcs' greedy offense and the damage to the territory resulted in the most thorough slaughter.
The Dragon clan proved by this that anyone who dared to offend the Dragon clan would surely die by the Dragon clan's claws and teeth, even if it meant being branded with the name of Evil.
And Prince Garn, who actively incited the war, his tall body had already knelt on the ground, surrounded by the corpses of several Angels of Deaths and heavy armored knights.
His expensive magical armor had no damage whatsoever, but his head was severed by a sharp blade, and the exposed neck showed traces of being burned by flames.
And Garn's head was currently held in the hand of a Angel of Death. The holy flame on this Angel of Death had dissipated, which meant that he had already stepped into eternal death.
But even though this Angel of Death's head was also severed by the Orc Prince, his body remained standing, and his blood did not gush out but solidified like jelly, maintaining the dignity he had before stepping into death.
This was also the Red Dragon Monarch's last act of benevolence to these loyal warriors!
And this Orc Prince's most trusted subordinate, Kor, a very powerful warrior in the Orc Army, also fell on the battlefield hundreds of meters away from Garn.
This Orc, wielding a Legendary warhammer, possessed the strength to challenge a Young Red Dragon alone and win, but at this moment, his head was still chopped off by a Dragon clans warrior.
The price was the fallen bodies of more than ten Death Angels and the lives of dozens of heavy cavalry.
As well as more than ten broken scales of Blue True Dragon Akez.
General Gash and his Orc Army were also annihilated on the battlefield, in exchange for more than half of the six thousand heavy armored troops being wounded, and the Barbarian leader Gibb and the Gnoll You Ge being severely injured.
Among the Orc Army, almost all of the legion commanders were slain on this battlefield, with only a small portion of the Orc Army escaping this death-woven net.
But the bloodthirsty mercenary warriors and Wyvern Knights hired by the True Dragon and paid handsomely by Goblin Glitter had already pursued the scattered Orc armies.
Perhaps it wouldn't be long before the heads of the remaining few thousand Orcs would be placed by these warriors before the True Dragons Temple of Heroes, as offerings.
That temple, rising high into the sky, the most sacred hall forged from the most evil and defiled bones, now stood peacefully above the sky, guiding many loyal souls to their place of return, enjoying the sacrifice of those piled-up heads forming a hill.
Tens of thousands of residents and reserve legion warriors poured out of the Kings Capital, which had been awake all night, searching for wounded warriors on this battlefield.
If it was an Orc, they would deliver another blow, then cut off the head, stack it into a skull throne, and offer it to the heroic spirits in the temple.
If it was a Dragon clans warrior, they would call out to companions, transfer the injured warrior, or have the alchemists and healing mages begin treatment on the spot.
The Centaur Warrior Sunia, as the chief of security, was responsible for coordinating order on the battlefield, saving more potentially surviving warriors, and recovering the remains of their own warriors.
Amidst the smoke and fire on the battlefield, there were True Dragons sacrificial songs everywhere, with the living mourning the dead and praying for the temple to guide the departed heroic souls to their resting place.
The temple was currently enveloped in a thick layer of holy light, allowing all living beings to watch the souls of the dead heroes enter this hall one by one.
And the souls of their comrades stood high at the gate of the hall, smiling and welcoming these loyal souls.
This caused countless living beings to spontaneously pray and praise the True Dragon's benevolence, praise the Supreme Lord, and sing of the Red Dragon Monarch's divine will.
And these enemy skulls were not merely offerings with superficial symbolic meaning.
Before this increasingly divine temple, the residual spirituality in countless enemy skulls was gathered by the temple into a spiritual essence light almost visible to the naked eye and absorbed, transforming into nourishment for the temple and the heroic spirits.
This Temple of Heroes , in the long wars and deaths, and with the nurturing of heroic spirits and faith, had gained a certain power—the power to grow through the death of enemies.
And at the very center of the battlefield, there were no piled-up corpses, because all the corpses had already been pulverized by unmatched power, and even the bloodstains had been dried up and turned into smoke and dust.
Here lay only one colossal corpse, the body of the Behemoth. But at this moment, the flesh and blood on the body of this powerful land king had already been completely gnawed away.
Only blood threads and minced meat remained on the stark white bones.
Even so, a powerful aura, an aura of unwillingness and hatred, still emanated from the white bones of this mighty beast.
The True Dragons surrounded this corpse, lying on the ground to rest.
After killing Behemoth, the True Dragons also participated in the final war harvest, which exhausted all the strength of their scarred bodies, making them unable to fly back to their respective nests for safe rest.
So the True Dragons could only remain in place, gnawing away Behemoth's flesh and blood to replenish their own consumption, waiting for their strength to recover.
Alina, Alfred, and Ocean Dragon Nakson, these three True Dragons with other missions, now descended in the center of the battlefield.
Ocean Dragon Nakson, having no wings, relied entirely on magic and his innate elemental control for flight, so he arrived a little later.
Some adventurers with other intentions in the distance, seeing that these injured Dragons were already guarded by companions and that it would be difficult to gain any advantage, scattered under the fierce gazes of the three intact True Dragons.
These adventurers would also spread the war between the True Dragon and the Orc as a topic of conversation in their adventure experiences to other places.
The arrival of the three True Dragons startled the other True Dragons who were resting with their eyes closed. One by one, the True Dragons opened their eyes, and the vertical pupils, imbued with blood and fire, brought an unimaginable pressure and might to the three True Dragons at this moment.
Tempered by war, the majesty of the True Dragons was even more terrifying.
Seeing that their trusted companions had arrived, these True Dragons closed their tired but sharp eyes again and lay peacefully on the ground to rest.
Among True Dragons, the most precious trust had been established and firmly rooted within this True Dragon.
Only the Young Red Dragon Kadilos, this Red Dragon with two broken horns, who usually indulged in the Red Dragon's lust when not fighting, even after learning to control the Evil Dragon Blood in recent years, still couldn't change his nature and was acting up again.
"Oh, it's the beautiful Alina. Just seeing you fills me with strength. Perhaps, if you could give me a precious kiss, I would recover even faster."
The Young Red Dragon Kadilos had cracked scales and several large lacerations on his chest and abdomen, but he still expressed a certain covetousness for the Alina right in front of the Alfred.
This was the Young Red Dragon's daily routine; he had expressed affection for almost every female True Dragons in the Dragon clan. Oh, not almost, even Bartoli, the leader of the Wyvern Knight, had been harassed by this Red Dragon.
This was a normal Red Dragon. After his status had been somewhat elevated, Kadilos believed that his perfect physique and powerful strength gave him the right to pursue every female True Dragon, oh no, every female.
If he hadn't been severely beaten and taught a lesson by the True Dragon before, the right to pursue would have turned into the right to dominate.
The Alina knew the nature of this Red Dragon. She merely glanced at this Red Dragon with disdain and said indifferently, "I am already Alfred's mate, Kadilos. Don't say things that will cause misunderstanding, or I will wait for Kalon to wake up and let the Dragon Lord know that you like to harass his capable subordinate. I guess you must be missing Kalon's fists."
The Alfred's face was dark, almost turning into a Black Dragon in the dawn. He bared his fangs and roared, "Kadilos, your status has not yet risen to the point where you dare to challenge the majesty of a Dragon Lord. If there's a next time, I will tear your mouth apart and knock out your fangs!"
"Alright, alright," the Young Red Dragon Kadilos mumbled, craning his long neck, "I've rendered meritorious service to the Dragon clan, I've shed blood for the Dragon clan. I just want to have normal rights and status. You know, Alfred, we Chromatic Dragon don't care about that; as long as we like each other, we can do it anytime!"
"Shut your stinking mouth, you! If you say one more word, I won't be able to resist stuffing your stupid head into your ass,"
The Female Red Dragon Klenaya, with narrowed eyes, heard Kadilos's words as if she had been offended. Her long tail whistled as it whipped the Young Red Dragon's still bleeding head.
The Young Red Dragon Kadilos instinctively pulled his head back, but instantly his head shot forward, baring his fangs and letting out a low growl.
His growl was not directed at the Female True Dragon Klenaya, but at the two Bronze Dragondescending from the sky.
The Young Red Dragon's low growl awakened the True Dragons. The True Dragons opened their eyes again, their fatigue vanishing at this moment, replaced by anger and killing intent.
Because descending before them were two adult True Dragon s, two adult Bronze Dragon, one male and one female.
As Bronze Dragon who had just come of age, these two True Dragons were similar in size to the Young Red Dragon Kadilos, but at this moment they were in perfect condition, while among the True Dragon, apart from the three young True Dragon s, the rest of the True Dragon s were seriously injured.
Every True Dragon had countless scars on their chest and abdomen, and their scales were broken in many places. Ellie's left wing was even severed in half, and the White Dragon camid had one head that was already deformed from being smashed, with blood spilling from his mouth and nose.
The Young White Dragon Sloka had even entered deep sleep on the spot, which was an unavoidable choice, otherwise this White True Dragon would have entered the silence of death.
These True Dragons didn't even have the strength to fly or the extra magic to cast spells.
"Get lost, you two fellows," the Ocean Dragon Nakson was the first to bare his fangs and let out a warning growl.
On land, Ocean Dragons were actually quite weak True Dragon species, but he unhesitatingly stood in front of the True Dragon, telling the two adult True Dragons to get lost.
"You two fools, do you want to provoke a war with the True Dragon?" The Alina also bared her pale fangs and fearlessly stood in front of the two adult True Dragon s.
The Alfred had already lowered his body, pawing at the ground with his forelegs, and spreading his True Dragon wings, ready to fight at any moment.
The True Dragons also stood up one after another; although they were very weak now, they still would not be afraid.
And the warriors and dependents of the surrounding True Dragon directly surrounded them. The soldiers patrolling and guarding on the city wall also began to rotate the ballistas and cannons, starting to calibrate their targets.
"Don't be agitated, my kin," the male Bronze Dragon Gros folded his wings and stepped back two paces, showing that he had no ill intentions, and the True Dragon might on the Bronze Dragon's body was also restrained, which meant that the two True Dragon s had not come to fight.
"We are members of the Southern Good Dragon Alliance. My name is Gros, and her name is Natalierie," the male True Dragon Gros introduced, "We mean no harm, we have only come for you and the True Dragon."
The female Bronze Dragon Natalierie also nodded, speaking in a mature female voice, "We are just here to make sure that you, my kin, have not been influenced by the evil Chromatic Dragons magic, which is why you would join this evil True Dragon. Come, my young kin, let us check."
"Hmph, who do you think you are? Do I, Alina, need you to check? I know very well whether I've been affected by magic. You two conceited fellows, if it weren't for the sake of the Good Dragon Alliance, I would order you to be driven away."
The Alina's cheeks were flushed with anger. This was tantamount to an insult for Alina. Although she knew that most of her kin had a strong sense of justice and tolerated no form of cruelty, such an insult was unbearable for Alina.
The two adult Bronze Dragon's expressions changed. They hadn't expected their kindness to be directly rejected by their young kin. But the male Bronze Dragon Gros also didn't want to directly engage in battle with the True Dragon, so he had no choice but to take a step back.
"Alright, even so, we will still stay here. As long as we confirm that you have been bewitched by these evil Chromatic Dragon using magic, we will help you escape their control."
"But if you willingly join this evil True Dragon, then, my young kin, you are associating with evil. Look at those Orc who, despite begging for mercy, were still mercilessly slaughtered. Look at those bones and undead awakened from their resting places."
"This is an intolerable evil. This evil should be stopped, should be restrained, should be guided."
The male Bronze Dragon Gros's eyes showed dissatisfaction. He said loudly, "My young kin, I hope you think carefully."
"And you all," Gros's gaze turned to the weak True Dragon, "I will observe your actions in secret. This time, the Orc Army took the initiative to invade and received the punishment they deserved, but if you continue to let evil expand, I will stop you."
The male Bronze Dragon finished his words, nodded with satisfaction, and then ascended into the air with his companion. These two True Dragons, who had just come of age and applied to join the Southern Good Dragon Alliance, had rushed here upon hearing about the war.
They had also heard of the Kogmora Dragon Clan, which ruled the Golden Land. In the eyes of these True Dragons in the Good Dragon Alliance, they had the right to supervise all evil. These two True Dragon s were no different.
"Tsk, what an idiot!" Looking at the two departing True Dragons, the Young Red Dragon Kadiloslet out a disdainful sneer.