Ashen Dragon

"Filthy, ignorant Orcs!

Who gave you the audacity and confidence—to challenge a Gold Dragon!"

Under the focus of countless gazes, Titus unfolded his wings that extended to the tip of his tail, undulating like waves, as an unimaginable magical power suddenly erupted from within his massive dragon body.

In an instant, hurricanes surged, and a vast tide of sorcery spread rapidly.

The Gold Dragon raised its colossal claw, the sky was torn apart by raging flames, and several meteors emerged, streaking across the sky, plummeting towards the direction of the Blood Spear at terrifying speed.

Elf Mage Simo looked up, the firelight reflected in his silvery-white eyes as he muttered to himself, "Mistrala above, the energy level of this spell, such casting speed...

A Legendary Spellcaster, this Gold Dragon is a Legendary Spellcaster!"

This is Fianso Continent, different from the North, where no one deliberately conceals knowledge related to magic. Even high-tier spells are not uncommon in this land.

Many of the Elves present, as well as Dwarf Spellcasters, recognized the spell cast by the Gold Dragon at a glance.

It was the renowned Ninth Tier Spell [Meteor Burst]

Those dazzling fire meteors cut through the air with piercing roars, their speed growing even more terrifying, eventually colliding directly with the Blood Spear.

"Boom!"

A massive explosion erupted in the sky, with flickering flames and billowing smoke everywhere, spreading shockwaves for kilometers around, making everyone present feel the scorching winds hit their faces.

However, at this moment—

"Whoosh!"

The whistling of the wind rose again as the sharp Blood Spear instantly penetrated the smoke, with an unstoppable momentum attacking like a skilled assassin, catching everyone off guard.

But Cassius was already prepared to withstand the follow-up attack; he knew well that this Ninth Tier Spell alone wouldn't stop the Blood Spear blessed by Gush, only slightly reducing its strength.

The Gold Dragon opened its massive jaws, issuing another thunderous roar.

Sparks flew everywhere, space distorted by extreme heat, and a scorching hurricane swept over.

Several turbulent flame currents formed vortexes in front of the Gold Dragon, blocking the inescapable path of the Blood Spear, interconnected, gradually forming a huge curtain of flame.

That was the Seventh Tier Spell [Fiery Flame Storm]

Another series of continuous explosions, sparks flying, thick smoke spreading across the sky, and finally, the Blood Spear pierced through the surging flames.

At this moment, its momentum was far from unstoppable as before, significantly weakened.

But even so, the blood light representing Gush's divine power still lingered at its sharp tip, piercing everything in front of it.

And the Gold Dragon, watching the Blood Spear coming towards it, grinned, lifting its giant claw as an inconspicuous green beam shot out from its claw tip.

Eighth Tier Spell [Magic Withering]

The green light touched the Spear, instantly dissolving the blood light on its surface, and soon after, cracks appeared on the shaft made of ebony.

"Crack."

With a crisp sound, the already overwhelmed Blood Spear dimmed and finally shattered abruptly.

Simo looked up at the sky full of shards, his mouth agape in disbelief, "Great Disjunction? No, this seems to be a much older, more sophisticated form of magic, Dragon Language Magic, perhaps?

To cast instantaneously at such speed and achieve the effect of a Great Disjunction, truly worthy of a Legendary Spellcaster!"

"Dragon of Dawn!"

"These Orcs cannot defeat Lord Titus!"

Simo on the city wall was astounded, Dwarves and Elves erupted into enthusiastic cheers, while on the other side of the battlefield, the Orcs showed fear, and Batu's complexion turned ashen.

He ground his teeth, his expression growing uglier, "This Gold Dragon possesses such spellcasting ability? This is definitely not a coincidence!

It must be Bahamut, he must be the one sent by the Platinum Dragon King! The Gods of Heavenly Mountain must have already learned of our plans!

If the reinforcements of the Metal Dragons arrive, even my Beastman Army won't be able to breach Aivendel."

Batu's demeanor suddenly changed, his expression extremely grave, "We can't wait any longer!"

The Old Shaman approached him, coughing softly, then spoke in a hoarse voice, "Lord Batu, I... can hold off that Gold Dragon."

Batu raised an eyebrow, making no attempt to hide the disdain in his gaze, "You?"

He respected this Old Shaman, who was said to have lived over two hundred years, for his knowledge of the history and customs of the Orcs and the ability to communicate with the Father God.

Without his Shaman status, this infirm old Orc would probably have been expelled from the tribe long ago, becoming prey for the vultures on the vast prairies.

This is the survival law of the Orcs, the strong receive everything, the weak lose everything, including life. The crippled, the elderly, even the cowards, are usually ruthlessly driven out— even their Father God, Gush, supports this.

And the old Orc Shaman in front of him, weakened and staggering, obviously couldn't defeat the powerful Gold Dragon.

Was he getting senile?

The Old Shaman paid no attention to Batu's scornful gaze, simply smiling indifferently, "Lord Batu, as you know, I have lived for two hundred years.

In these two hundred years, I have personally witnessed many tribes on the Wuge Prairie fight over ridiculous resources, constantly killing each other. Hunting grounds, streams or even an insignificant sheep, on this barren land, that's enough reason for clans to massacre each other."