Ashen Dragon

"Aivendel City indestructible?"

"In the face of the great Father God Guosh's offspring, nothing is indestructible!"

The Orc riding on the back of the Dragon Beast raised his Great Axe high, his eyes bulging with rage as he roared, revealing huge, yellowed fangs.

"Roar—"

Ignoring the many Orcs in front of him, the veins on his arms bulging, he violently chopped down with his Great Axe.

A thunderclap on a clear day, resounding through the heavens, a bloody gale swept in, instilling terror in everyone around.

Instantly, bloodlight tore through the air, and even the Orcs before him were not spared, as their severed limbs flew through the air and blood splattered everywhere.

"Boom!"

Dust filled the air, metal clanged, accompanied by bloodlight and shockwaves; the complex magical runes on the door flashed incessantly, gradually dimming.

Batu's eyes gleamed with ferocity as he continued to wield his Great Axe, slashing bloodlight across everything before him—whether Orcs, Elves, chariots, or walls, cleaving them all in two!

With the ear-piercing screech of metal, gashes several meters long appeared on the fortress gates, their surfaces smeared with mixed blood.

At this moment, Batu Skullcrush, with one eye blood red, bathed in blood like Father God Guosh reincarnate.

"Today, I will shatter the walls of Aivendel City and, with it, the tragic fate that has befallen our Beastman Race for a thousand years—

Shatter it all!"

He leaped high from the back of the Dragon Beast, ascending nearly a hundred meters into the air, then jump slashed towards the grand and sturdy cold iron gates below.

The Dwarf King Ed extended his Warhammer, shouting in alarm: "Stop, no—"

At this moment atop the walls, the Dwarves and Elves were powerless to stop him. Behind Batu Skullcrush, an indistinct, blood-colored figure nearly a hundred meters tall appeared to be in the semblance of an Orc.

With Batu's Actions, the blood-shadow of the Orc behind him also swung down its Battle Axe.

"Boom—"

The massive Shockwave spread out, whipping up a cloud of dust, causing the entire city wall to tremble with the roar.

The Orcs below toppled backward, while even the Elves and Dwarves on the walls quivered with terror, their legs going weak.

Some, overwhelmed by fear and the trembling of the walls, stumbled and fell to their deaths.

Ultimately, the gates, which even High-Tier Spells and many Forbidden protections could not break through, were cleft by Batu's axe!

For the first time in thousands of years, the sturdy gates of Aivendel City, forged by several Legendary Dwarf Craftsman Masters, were breached by Orcs!

Batu held up his Warhammer with one hand, laughing wildly: "Hahaha!

My people, do you see this? This is the power of Father God Guosh! This is the strength of the Orcs!"

"Truly worthy of Lord Batu!"

"For the great Father God, march towards Aivendel City!"

The Orcs cheered frenetically, racing each other to surge through the gap, eager to be the first Orc to step into Aivendel City.

They were desperate to become the heroes who fulfilled the Beastman Race's thousand-year wish, to be the Favored by Guosh, to gain strength like that of Batu Skullcrush.

For this, they even squabbled and pushed each other around on the dangerous battlefield.

"I was here first!"

"Get lost!"

"Hurry! Let me in, I will become a hero of the Orcs!"

However, how could the defenders atop the wall allow them to so easily enter Aivendel City and step foot into their homeland they had sworn to protect unto death?

"Swear to protect Aivendel City until death!"

"For Moradin!"

"For the glory of the Dwarves!"

"Our families and friends are all inside the city; we must not let these cruel brutes in!"

Dwarf Warriors slid down ropes, leaping from the walls tens of meters high, landing on their shields, then rolling a few times to diffuse the impact.

They crashed into the Orc horde like cannonballs, swinging Warhammers, raising Spears, slaughtering mercilessly with their exceptional combat skills, and in an instant annihilated hundreds of Orcs in front of the gates.

Bodies of Orcs piled up on the ground, and their blood flowed together into rivers.

In the end, these short yet sturdy Dwarf Warriors stood in front of the Orcs, atop mounds made of corpses, guarding the narrow breach.

"Swear not to retreat!"

"Dirty bastards, don't even think about entering Aivendel City!"

The Dwarves daring to emerge from the city at this point were the elite forces of the High Mountain Kingdom, all well-known heroes within the Dwarf Clan.

Take Talin Dragon Tooth, for example, the Dwarf commander who had fought a mighty wasteland Dragon Beast, snapping a Dragon Tooth from its mouth to use as a Dagger, inserting it into the heart of the Dragon Beast, and protecting the Dwarf fortress.

Thus, he earned the nickname "Dragon Tooth," and the respect of the Dwarves.

Now, this Dwarf hero stood before the gates, gripping a Spear made from that Dragon Tooth, staring intently at the Orcs before him.

And beside him, nearly a hundred Dwarf Warriors who had leaped down from the walls, all stout and resolute in gaze, each having distinguished records in Battle.

"Just some Dwarves!"

"Charge! There are more of us; these damned Dwarves can't hold on!"

The Orcs howled and roared, crowding at the foot of the walls like a raging, patchy tide surging towards the Dwarf Warriors.

Thousands of Orcs surrounded fewer than a hundred Dwarves, who were fearless and even took the initiative to attack.

The clanging of Dwarven Warhammers, Great Swords, and Spears, the relentless sound of metal striking metal, and the crisp noise of blades cutting through skin and flesh filled the air.

At once, blood splattered and Orc limbs flew through the air; their boisterous wails and screams pierced the sky, chilling to the bone.