Ashen Dragon

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Haha, my son died at the hands of a certain clan, merely because he poached a rabbit. Years later, I personally slaughtered that clan's chieftain, and eradicated all his kin, but I did not hate him, nor did I feel as if my great vengeance was fulfilled.

It's just an all-too-common occurrence in our Beastman society, as natural as eagles hunting rabbits, as wolves chasing goats.

I looked at my blood-soaked hands and gazed at the starry sky, inevitably asking—why?

Why are the countless Beastmen only entitled to such barren lands, where hundreds of thousands must slaughter each other for those scarce resources?"

He turned his head, gazing towards the majestic Aivendel City in the distance, and outstretched his trembling finger: "And yet, the Dwarves, Humans, and Elves to the south can righteously enjoy such fertile lands, why?"

Finally, the Old Shaman turned his head, looking at Batu Skullcrush with a murkiness in his usually still eyes, something rarely seen in a Beastman, revealing greed and frenzy.

For a moment, Batu felt somewhat dazed, as if he saw a young, ambitious Beastman leader before him—just like he is now.

The Old Shaman continued, growing more fervent: "Thus, I incessantly searched for the ruins of the ancient Beastman Empire, I realized all this was a divine test given to us by the great Father God Guosh.

Scant resources, harsh environments, ferocious beasts, it's all to make our Beastman race stronger, more resilient, so that we can snatch everything that rightly belongs to us from their hands.

But at that time, I was already too old, too old to even lift a Spear, and only the strongest can emerge from the bloody slaughter to lead the Beastmen in conquering the world, which means—"

His still trembling finger pointed at the Batu Skullcrush before him.

"You."

The Old Shaman continued: "This old life of mine is no longer of any consequence; to exert my last bit of warmth is my wish.

And you, Lord Batu, the blood of Guosh still surges within you, you will bring a new future to the Beastmen."

Batu Skullcrush was both surprised and perplexed; surprised to hear such a past from this usually silent Old Shaman, and puzzled by what the other meant by "exerting the last bit of warmth."

However, the Old Shaman chuckled, surprisingly reaching into his chest and extracting his own, bleeding heart.

"I will hold back that Gold Dragon. Go forth, Lord Batu, lead the Beastmen in seizing Aivendel City, embody Father God's will...

Go conquer the lands that our Beastmen have won... This, is true Revenge!"

His heart was still pulsating in his hands, blood pouring from his chest steadily rising into the sky, where high above it condensed into the pattern of a single eye.

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Batu raised the blood-stained Warhammer in his hand, looking at the giant single eye pattern above, shouting with all his might: "Charge!

Whether it's the contemptible Dwarves, or those frail sharp-eared (Elves), or the Golden-skinned Lizards in the sky, none shall stop the march of the Beastmen's conquest!

Charge! We Beastmen have no path of retreat!"

"Woo—"

The horn made of leg bone sounded again, its long call spreading across the battlefield, under the summons of the single eye symbol, the Beastmen's assault grew even fiercer.

"Great Father God, grant us strength!"

"Every Beastman has the right to pursue glory and blood, this is the supreme right given to us by Father God!"

Under the Protection of the blood curtains created by the Shamans, the Beastman Army pressed on amid the Elves and Dwarves' bombardment, gradually reaching the walls of Aivendel City.

However, the Shaman's Divine Arts are not omnipotent; any let-up, and the barriers they created would be destroyed by Light Arrows, Spells, and Dwarves' explosive ale barrels, leaving the Beastmen behind them with no survivors.

But even if the Beastmen in the front perish, more would fill the gaps without hesitation, trampling over the still-warm bodies of their companions, relentlessly pushing forward as blood flowed.

"Death is not the end!"

"Father God is watching us from the Nishak Kingdom!"

Half-Beast Giants, Ogres, kept ramming Aivendel's massive gates, indifferent to the rain of arrows, Short Spears, and various Flame Spells falling from atop the walls.

If they breach the walls and let tens of thousands of Beastmen flood into Aivendel City, the consequences would be unthinkable.

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King Ed's expression was grave as he looked at the Orcs crowded beneath the city walls and gazed at the mysterious one-eyed pattern in the sky: "What is... that?"

But there was no time for worries now, as the Half-Beast Giants and Ogres continued to batter the city gates, and the Dwarves were beginning to show signs of exhaustion.

King Ed took the bow and arrows from his back, and with a light raise of his hand, he shot through the head of a Half-Beast Giant.

The Giant fell with a thunderous crash, and the Dwarf King also immediately shouted: "Lord Titus!"

A scorching hurricane swept over, and the Gold Dragon appeared high in the sky again, casting a huge shadow, causing countless Orcs to look up in fear.

"Orcs, your endless greed disgusts me!

Aivendel shall never become your territory, the Fianso Continent will be governed by a more good, orderly Race, and I will bestow upon you—Flame and Death!"

"Boom—"

The Gold Dragon flapped its wings above the city walls, unleashing endless torrents of fiery Dragon Breath, and in an instant, hundreds of Orcs were engulfed.

In just a moment, the Orcs beneath the city were reduced to charred flesh and blood, emitting grey smoke.

The arrows and Short Spears of the Orcs had no effect on the massive Gold Dragon, whereas the scorching Dragonflame could bring death.

The Gold Dragon flapped its wings, lifting up gusts of hot wind and continued to climb higher, preparing to dive.

Just then, an enraged roar came from afar.

"Gold Dragon—"

A massive, blurry figure, covered in rotten peeling green flesh resembling an Orc-like Giant, appeared in the sky.

Souls and bodies of countless Orcs killed in battle were imprisoned within, forming that twisted and huge body.

Beastman Spirit.

This was an ancient Secret Technique, harnessing the power of the Orc death god Yizhuosi, to summon the fallen warriors together and create terrifying killing Monsters.

At the head of the Beastman Spirit was the Old Shaman, who at this time, curled up within this stitched-together body, his eyes bloodshot and gaze fervently wild.

"Gold Dragon, after enduring thousands of years of barrenness and bloodshed, Orcs are entitled to the world!

We have passed the test of Father God, and no one can stop the Orc's great conquest!"

The rotting Orc dragged billowing black smoke and slowly flew into the high sky, confronting the Gold Dragon at a distance.

Cassius spoke righteously: "Orcs, a stitched-together broken Spirit Body, this is what you rely on? Truly filthy and ugly thing!"

Flames surged forth, but the massive rotting Orc extended a pale hand and spewed out a poisonous smog, concealing the sky and temporarily blocking the fearsome Breath.

Subsequently, the Beastman Spirit howled at the sky and charged towards the distant Gold Dragon: "I am the incarnation of the will of thousands of years of countless Orcs!"

"Aoo—"

The mournful wails and roars came from the black fog, along with continuous thunder-like booms.

The Dwarves, Elves, and Orcs on the ground could only see the huge figures shuttling within, entangled and wrestling with each other.

In reality, this Monster formed from the souls and corpses of Orcs was indeed difficult to deal with, but Cassius was also intentionally sparring with it, creating the illusion of fighting with all his might.

After all, he also did not know what kind of backup plan Guosh might have, and acting rashly to attract the attention of a True God, would be problematic if he wasted this Dragon Blood incarnation.

And on the ground, without the threat of the Gold Dragon, the Orcs' onslaught was even more fierce, charging towards the city walls one after another.

Under King Ed's command, the elite warriors of Dwarves and Elves also bravely faced the enemy, with Warhammers and swords dancing, and Orc blood staining the city walls.

Just then, the ground shook again, and the Wildland Dragons galloped upon the earth, with the Chieftain of the Red Teeth Tribe—Batu Skullcrush roaring while wielding a Battle Axe.

"Crush these feeble Dwarves and Elves! Take their cities, plunder everything they have! Take Revenge on them!"