The storm formed with the black light, and the dark tide of energy surged in the atmosphere. Hundreds of terrifying spells released by the shamans with all their might gather together, breaking through their original boundaries. These forces representing disaster gathered together and turned into black and turbid tornados. This huge storm with a strong aura of death and destruction started from the walls of the orc royal court and moved towards the human army.

It destroyed everything along the way, whether it was corpses, rocks, broken weapons and siege equipment, and instantly turned into gray-white ashes, and the storm that was enough to blow the dragons away together swept away the ashes.

Such a terrifying force, the speed of traveling was like a rush that could not be chased, and it was approaching the siege army position that was changing its defenses. It had not yet approached, but had caused huge damage. Countless fortifications were easily twisted and destroyed by the smoke and dust tornado like cream. The soldiers had to bend down and grab the heavy objects so that they could not be blown away by the aftermath.

But how could the human position be broken through so easily?

Translucent beams of light rose from the surroundings of the position, like giant pillars supporting the heaven and earth, and pressed above the entire legion.

At the bottom of these giant pillars, a team of 120 three-person mages stood on their respective magical positions, urging rune tools in the center of the position. Among these mages were humans, elves, and even dwarves. In each light column that rose at their center, powerful spell runes surged.

These runes took off with the light columns and then began to form spontaneously, one rune after another, and finally formed a huge barrier supported by one hundred and twenty light columns above the legion. Between the translucent barrier, a mysterious magic circle is slowly rotating, flowing with a terrifying magic rainbow light.

Unlike the orcs who are superficially casting spells, legion spells were originally inventions by elves, and humans have carried them forward. One hundred and twenty groups, three hundred and sixty silver and gold-level mages jointly took action, which is enough to display an invincible barrier against legendary power.

The smoke and dust tornado hit the translucent magic wall, making a harsh noise like countless sharp blades scratching the crystal, but there is no doubt that this terrifying attack was completely blocked. The translucent spell barrier was indestructible, as if it could withstand all damage. Flames, strong winds, corrosion and lightning all surged in the storm, but it could not break through the thin translucent wall.

But the front blocked it, but the aftermath did not.

The terrifying shock wave vibrated the earth and surrounded the barriers with the black corrosive wind. With a slow but unstoppable momentum, they rushed towards the rear of the besieged army, five new reinforcements.

But in the face of such a terrible attack, the people in the five legions did not look fearful. They looked expressionless and waited silently. Even the mages who followed the army did not take action, but turned to look above the legion.

The endless stream of clouds above Tataros.

In the sweeping wind, a loud laugh sounded from nowhere. It spread throughout the battlefield and everyone could clearly hear it. The blood in the hearts of the soldiers could not help but inspire them, and they developed infinite courage. A huge and conspicuous flag, far greater than several legions, rose from the hosts. The golden red flag, like the sun, rose in the wind, with red five stars and golden suns on it, and the corona formed a crown like a crown.

Imperial royal family, sun flag.

The trumpeter blew the trumpet forcefully at this time.

The melodious and low sound of the trumpet broke through the silence on the battlefield.

The dawn of dawn passed through the clouds, casting shadows and sunlight onto the vast land. With this horn, the sound of wind sounded in the clouds, and the huge clouds began to twist and were torn apart at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed that there was a huge creature coming in it.

boom!

With the sound of the horn, a blazing beam of light fell from the sky, easily tearing the remaining impact and storm of the smoke and dust tornado. It pulled out a long lava channel on the ground, but did not hurt even a person.

The clouds were surging, the wind was surging, and an extremely huge black shadow spread its wings to shatter the clouds.

The black and red dragon descended from the sky like this.

Above the dragon's head, between the two sharp angles, a warrior with dark golden hair stood here. He was wearing a black and red cloak and dragon scale armor. His huge dragon cavalry spear was carried on his shoulders, and his face was full of wild smiles.

boom!

The human army suddenly boiled, and the armor surged, reflecting the sunlight with sparkling silver light. Whether it was the five legions or the besieged defenders, their morale was greatly boosted. They stared at this scene with scorching eyes, not because of the dragon, but the man on the dragon.

The warrior who conquered the dragon, the most powerful man

Isrell Delmond, the Emperor of the Empire, came in person!

The orc shamans and priests on the city wall also looked at this scene, and their faces were as if they had seen the arrival of the end of the world.

Even the high priest, his hands holding the bone staff were trembling slightly, and the middle-aged light in his eyes was dim and he was about to extinguish.

"Israel...Legendary Powerful..."

The desperate voice surged in his dry throat. It smiled miserably, as if it was self-deprecating: "I really respect our orcs."

Orcs were once legendary powerful men.

However, that happened more than a hundred years ago.

One hundred and twelve years ago, the orc Khan, a legendary powerful man, raided the Grand Canyon Fortress of the Northwest Plain of the Empire, killed the second prince of the Empire, and burned the magnificent building that countless people worked hard for more than ten years.

The previous generation of imperial emperors, also known as Isrel's father, was seriously injured and died in the war against orcs due to the sneak attack curse of the orcs.

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

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

Isrell Delmond stood on the head of the dragon. He looked at the city wall. The eyes of the legendary powerful man could see the expressions of the priests on the orcs' palace walls.

Watching this distorted expression from hunger and despair, the emperor of the empire couldn't help but laugh.

Of course he wants to laugh.

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

Because, everything is worth it!

Just like the humans once exterminated the lizard man

Just like the dwarfs that once exterminated the cavemen

Just like the elves that once exterminated the harp

In wars between civilizations, there is no mercy, no hold on, no mercy, either merge under gradual compromise or extinction in fierce wars.

Now, for 543 years, under the unrivaled army of the empire, the orcs, who have always threatened all races in the world, have finally completely disappeared from this world!

The hatred that plagued the Delmond royal family for 112 years and four generations will also come to an end today.

The heroes of the old era are not as good as his current achievements, nor as good as his army! Today's battle is destined to become a legend, to be recorded in history, to be written into epics, and to become a myth in the future!

"Dragon, break through the walls! My soldiers, exterminate them!"

Isrell laughed and issued an order. He walked to the sky step by step. The dragon under him lost the restraint of the legendary warrior and also made a long dragon roar. There seemed to be a golden light like lava in the golden vertical pupils. It spread its wings and used its body dozens of meters long to directly hit the city wall of the orc royal court. The sharp-toothed mouth contained breath that burned everything.

"Tear their bodies! Destroy their houses! Eliminate their culture! Occupy their land! Defeat their civilization! Exterminate their race!"

"No matter what bloodline or status you have, you will kill them all, and you will never hold back and will never show mercy!"

"I want to see the orcs' corpses piled up into mountains, let their blood gather into rivers, soaking the plateau of Tataros!"

Accompanied by the orders of his master, the violent dragon breath was spit out, and the thousand orc priests were immediately burned into nothingness by the heat flow that could evaporate steel. Only the high priest was still struggling to support the flames. It stared at the human warrior standing in the sky with hatred, trying to issue its own curse, but under the high heat, its throat had been burned and could not make any sound.

Then it was turned into ashes by a stronger firepower, and the bone staff inlaid with the skull of the Centaur Royal Family also broke with a sigh of relief and then drifted away in the wind.

The gray city walls became soft under such high heat, and then turned into large lava stones and collapsed in the continuous breathing.

Amid the cheers of millions of people, the city wall was destroyed by this black and red dragon. After the mage army cooled down the lava, countless humans passed through the huge gaps between the city walls and poured into a holy land that orcs had no outsiders who could step into for thousands of years.

In the curse of the remaining orcs in the city, fighting or slaughter began. The extremely hungry orcs could not resist the attack of human soldiers without the assistance of the city walls. Suddenly, the green blood turned into a river, soaking the streets and alleys. The fire in the burning city began to light and began to burn the crystallization of the orc civilization.

The last orc emperor stood in his golden tent. His father had already died in the decisive battle with humans on the previous plains. The Khan descendant who flowed with the blood of the God of War was now only a twelve-year-old boy. He listened to the war cry in the city and silently lit the fire in the golden tent. It threw the crown composed of the skulls of several race royal families into the fire, then picked up its armor and sword, walked out, and prepared to fight.

Orcs no longer need emperors or khans. Warriors should have the fate of warriors, which has nothing to do with age or race.

At the same time, a huge flash of light burst out from the sky.

It seemed as if a giant god was roaring, and bloody clouds enveloped the sky in an instant. In the sky, a star suddenly burst out with infinite light, but it only flashed for a moment, and then disappeared from the sky and fell, and it disappeared.

The blood-colored axe-like holy emblem appeared in the sky and slowly dissipated. The holy emblem of the seven human gods surrounded it until it completely disappeared.

Seeing this scene, all the orcs seemed to have lost something in their hearts.

Orcs and gods of war fell today.

Emperor Isrell looked at the scene in the sky. He held the huge dragon spear in his hand tightly, and fire burned in his eyes.

Then he turned to look at the earth.

Blood flows into rivers and corpses form mountains. As he said, orcs will become extinct today.

The old era has ended, and the new era has arrived.

And right in the north, in the blade sealing room of the cemetery church.

Accompanied by Ying and Lin's cheers, with the assistance of No. 3, Joshua and Moria, who finally designed the initially perfect magic armor, lifted up the huge armor that had been completely assembled.

This is the beginning of the new world.

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!