The storm took shape with the black light, the dark tide of energy surged in the atmosphere, and the hundreds of terrifying spells unleashed by the shamans gathered together, breaking through their original boundaries, and these forces representing disaster converged into a black and muddy smoke and dust tornado, a huge storm with a strong aura of death and destruction, starting from the walls of the orc royal court, and approaching the human army. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It destroyed everything in its path, whether it was corpses, rocks, or broken weapons and siege equipment, all of which were reduced to grayish ash in an instant, and the storm that could blow dragons away swept away the ashes.

Such a terrifying force, marching like an uncatchable wind, in a breath approached the position of the besieging legion that was changing its defenses, and before it could get close, it had already caused great damage, countless fortifications were like cream and were easily twisted and destroyed by the smoke and dust tornadoes, and the soldiers had to lean down and grasp the heavy objects to keep themselves from being blown away by the aftermath.

But how could the human position be breached so easily?

Translucent pillars of light rose from all sides of the position, like giant pillars supporting heaven and earth, and stood above the entire legion.

And at the bottom of these giant pillars, a team of one hundred and twenty three-person mages stood on their respective magical positions, urging the runic instruments in the center of the position, among these mages were humans, elves, and even dwarves, and in each pillar of light that rose around them, powerful spell runes surged.

These runes rose into the air with the pillars of light, and then began to combine spontaneously, one rune after another inlayed, and finally above the legion, a huge barrier supported by one hundred and twenty pillars of light was formed, and between the translucent barriers, a mysterious magic array was slowly rotating, flowing with a terrifying magical rainbow light.

Unlike the orcs' superficial joint spells, the legion spell was originally invented by the elves, and the humans carried it forward, one hundred and twenty groups, three hundred and sixty silver and gold-level mages combined to attack, enough to cast an invincible barrier against the power of the legend.

The smoke tornado slammed into the translucent wall of magic, making a piercing noise like countless blades scraping crystals, but there was no doubt that the terrifying attack was completely blocked, the translucent spell barrier was indestructible, as if it could withstand all damage, flames, winds, corrosion, and lightning were all surging in the storm, but they could not break through the thin translucent wall.

But the front was blocked, but the aftermath was not.

The terrifying shockwaves shook the earth, and the black corrosive winds bypassed the barrier, and they rushed towards the rear of the besieging legions, the five newly reinforced legions, with a slow but unstoppable momentum.

But in the face of such a terrible attack, the people in these five legions did not show any fear, they were expressionless, silently waiting, even the mages who accompanied the army did not make a move, but turned their heads to look at the upper part of the legion.

The infinite flowing clouds over Tatarus.

In the midst of the sweeping wind, a loud laugh sounded out of nowhere, it spread throughout the battlefield, everyone could hear it clearly, and the blood in the hearts of the warriors could not help but be agitated by this, and infinite courage was born, and a huge and conspicuous banner, far larger than several legions, rose from among the ten thousand armies, and the golden-red banner like the sun rose in the wind, with red stars and a golden scorching sun, and the corona formed a shape like a crown.

Imperial royalty, the sun flag.

And the trumpeter blew the horn vigorously at this moment-

The melodious and low sound of a horn broke the silence on the battlefield.

The dawn of dawn pierced through the clouds, casting shadows and sunlight on the vast expanse of the land, and with this trumpet, the sound of the wind sounded in the clouds, and the huge clouds began to twist and shreds at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if some colossal thing was descending on them.

Rumble!

With the sound of the trumpet, a blazing pillar of light descended from the sky, easily tearing apart the remaining impact and storm of the smoke tornado, pulling long lava channels through the ground, but not harming even a single person.

The clouds surged, the wind was raging, and a huge black shadow spread its wings and shattered the clouds.

The black-red dragon descended from the sky.

Above the dragon's head, between two sharp horns, stood a warrior with dark golden hair, dressed in a black-and-red cloak and dragon-scale armor, with a huge dragoon spear on his shoulder, and a wild smile on his face.

Rumble!

In the human army, there was a sudden boiling, the armor surged, reflecting the sunlight into a sparkling silver light, whether it was the five major legions or the defenders of the siege, the morale was all greatly boosted, and they watched this scene with burning eyes, not because of the dragon, but because of the man on the dragon.

The warrior who conquered the dragon, the most powerful man-

Israel Delmond, Emperor of the Empire, has arrived in person!

The orc shamans and priests on the city walls also watched this scene, their faces as if they had seen the end of the world.

Even the high priest's hands holding the bone staff were trembling slightly, and the glow of his eyes was so dim that he was about to extinguish.

"Islam...... Legendary powerhouse ......"

The voice of despair, surging in its dry throat, smiled miserably, as if self-deprecating: "You really look up to us orcs." ”

Orcs used to be legendary powerhouses.

That was more than a hundred years ago, though.

One hundred and twelve years ago, the legendary powerhouse of the orc Great Khan raided the fortress of the Grand Canyon in the Northwest Plains of the Empire, killed the second prince of the empire in it, and burned this magnificent building that had been built by countless people for more than ten years.

The previous emperor, who was Israel's father, was also seriously injured and died in the war against the orcs, due to the sneak attack curse of the orc great shaman.

Since 543 years ago, when humanity expanded to the plains of the orcs, and after the two sides discovered each other, the orcs have been plundering the wealth and resources of humans for generations.

This is a national hatred, a family feud, an indelible history and memory, a source of anger, and a cause of war.

Israel Delmond stood atop the dragon's head, and he looked at the walls, and the eyes of the legendary powerhouse could see the expressions of the priests on the walls of the orc court.

Looking at this expression distorted by hunger and despair, the emperor of the empire couldn't help but laugh.

Of course he had to laugh.

Even if countless people died, countless soldiers died because of this, and even if many children and nephews of his own family died in this war, he would laugh.

Because, it's all worth it!

It's like humans once exterminated the lizardmen.

Just as the dwarves of the past exterminated the cavemen-

It's like the elves of the past exterminated the Harpy.

The war between civilizations shows no mercy, no mercy, no mercimore, either merging under gradual compromise or exterminating each other in a fierce war.

Now, for five hundred and forty-three years, under the invincible army of the Empire, the race, orcs, which have always threatened all races in the world, are finally disappearing from this world completely!

And the hatred that has plagued the four generations of the Diamond Mond royal family for one hundred and twelve years will also come to an end today.

The heroes of the old times are not as good as him in their exploits today, not as good as his army! Today's battle is destined to become a legend, go down in history, write into an epic, and become a myth in the future!

"Dragon, break through the walls! Exterminate them, my warriors! ”

Israel laughed and gave a command, he walked towards the sky step by step, and the dragon under him lost the restraint of the legendary warrior, and also let out a long dragon groan, the golden vertical pupils seemed to have a golden light like lava surging, it spread its wings, and with its body dozens of meters long, it directly hit the wall of the orc royal court, and the mouth full of sharp teeth contained enough breath to burn everything.

"Tear their bodies apart! Destroy their houses! Erase their culture! Occupy their land! Crush their civilization! Exterminate their race! ”

"No matter what bloodline, what status, kill them all, never spare your hands, never show mercy!"

"I want to see the bones of the orcs piled up in a mountain and let their blood gather into rivers that soak the plateau of Tatarus!"

With the order of its master, the furious dragon breath was spit out, and the thousand orc priests were instantly burned into nothingness by the heat flow that was enough to evaporate the steel, only the high priest was still struggling in the flames, and it looked at the human warrior standing high in the air with hatred, wanting to issue its own curse, but under the high heat, its throat had already been burned, and it could not make a sound.

Then, it was reduced to ashes by the superior firepower, and the bone staff embedded with the skull of the last centaur royal descendant broke with a sigh of relief and scattered in the wind.

The gray walls were softened by the heat, and then in the continuous breath, they turned into large chunks of lava and collapsed.

Amid the cheers of tens of thousands of people, the walls were destroyed by the black-red dragon, and after the mage legions cooled down the lava, countless humans passed through the huge gaps in the walls and poured into the holy land that no outsider had been able to set foot in for thousands of years.

Under the curse of the remaining orcs in the city, the battle, or the slaughter, the extremely hungry orcs could not resist the attack of human soldiers without the assistance of the city walls, and suddenly the green blood turned into a river, soaked the streets and alleys, and the fire of the burning city began to ignite, and began to burn the crystallization of this orc civilization.

The last orc emperor, standing in his golden horde, whose father had died in the previous decisive battle with humans on the plains, the descendant of the Great Khan, who flowed with the blood of the god of war, was now only a twelve-year-old boy, listened to the battle cry in the city, and then silently lit the fire of the Golden Horde, threw the crown of royal skulls of several races into the fire, and then picked up his armor and sword, and walked out, ready for battle.

Orcs no longer need emperors and great khans, warriors, should have the fate of warriors, it has nothing to do with age, and it has nothing to do with race.

At the same time, a huge flash of light bloomed in the sky.

As if a giant god roared, blood-colored clouds and mist shrouded the sky in an instant, and above the sky, a star suddenly bloomed with infinite light, but it only flickered for a moment, and then disappeared from the canopy and fell.

The blood-colored axe-like emblem appeared in the sky and slowly dissipated, encircling it with the emblems of the seven human gods until it completely disappeared.

Seeing this scene, all orcs felt as if they had lost something

The gods of orcs and war have fallen today.

Emperor Israel, looked at the scene in the sky, he clenched the huge dragon spear in his hand, and fire burned in his eyes.

Then he turned his head to look at the earth.

Rivers of blood and mountains of bones, as he said, orcs will be extinct today.

The old era has come to an end, and the new era has come.

And it's in the Northland, in the sealing room of the cemetery church.

With the cheers of Ying and Rin's admiration, with the assistance of No. 3, Joshua and Moria, who had finally designed the preliminarily perfect magic armor, lifted the huge armor that had been completely assembled.

This is the beginning of a new world.

(To be continued.) )