With a strange sound, a huge skull made of white bones stretched out from the space gap, and the blue soul fire burned fiercely inside the skull. Those hollow eyes carried the silence and destruction of death. Dragon! It was the skull of a dragon! The Wolf King Grey Claw was terrified at this moment, the fur on his back stood up like needles, his huge tail was raised high, and his body trembled uncontrollably at this moment.
The terrifying dragon’s might spread throughout the world, the most powerful aura of oppression among all creatures—dragon’s might. Only true warriors dared to face the majesty of the dragon directly. Even the blood clan who were casting spells felt as if a terrifying prey was preparing to hunt them down.
The speed of their spellcasting noticeably slowed down. Crack! The space shattered instantly with the appearance of the dragon’s white bone skull. A terrifying creature with a wingspan of 20 blades appeared above the Wolf King. The world quieted down, the distant chirping of insects stopped abruptly, leaving only the sound of the wind rustling through the treetops.
The flapping of the damaged dragon wings carried the breath of death, the body made entirely of white skeletons was silent and cold, The hollow eyes could see the blue soul fire inside the skull, but no one dared to look directly into its soul, because that represented destruction. All of this indicated the identity of the creature—a bone dragon.
And most notably, there was a figure in a black mage robe on the back of the bone dragon. A face so handsome it was astonishing, a tall and heroic figure, an elegant demeanor like that of an ancient royal noble. The fangs in his mouth revealed his identity. A vampire commanding a dragon.
“Gaga~ Foolish Wolf, let the great Lord of Bones send you to meet the Grim Reaper!” In Grey Claw’s shocked gaze, the undead bone dragon actually spoke, and before he could react, the dragon’s breath filled with death and destruction spewed out from the bone dragon’s mouth.
The soul stiffened at this moment, every part of the Wolf King’s body was frantically warning him, even half a second more, and he would face death. Grey Claw turned sharply, his strong limbs burst with all his strength, and he fled from the range of the dragon’s breath at the fastest speed of his life.
Crack! The cold grey breath of the undead struck down, the rolling breath of the undead spread, and the dragon’s breath eroded everything around it. The trees turned yellow and withered at a visible rate and then decayed, the grass turned to ash, and even the soil turned white. The entire area instantly became a land of dead silence, where no living being should enter.
Sitting on the back of the bone dragon, Morgen looked at the direction the Wolf King had fled with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth. “Catch that little wolf cub.”
“Wakaka, the great Lord of Bones will destroy all enemies, no one can escape the hunt of Lord of Bones…” The undead mage, Lord of Bones, who occupied the body of the bone dragon, flew obediently with a flap of his wings, as if Morgen was his true master, the driver of the bone dragon.
Hoo hoo~ The damaged wings of death flapped, the terrifying dragon’s might swept through the deep forest, and the beta-level Wolf King, like a lamb to be slaughtered, could only flee frantically under the dragon’s majesty.
Dragons, as the golden race, are the most famous top-tier life forms in the glory of the world, their power justifies all titles. Dragon’s might has a strong suppressive force on any non-dragon magical beasts, especially those like Grey Claw with no special bloodline. Even though the Wolf King reached level beta, he was still greatly frightened under the dragon’s might of the beta plus-level bone dragon. It was a pressure from the soul, from the instinct of life, not something that could be resisted just by saying so.
Three minutes later. Kapu, who was fighting with Betty and Grot, suddenly had a solemn expression because he felt a powerful presence approaching. Then, in his shocked gaze, a bone dragon with a wingspan of 20 blades, holding a beta-level Wolf King three blades high and six blades long in its mouth like a lamb, flew above their battlefield. Then, with a casual toss, the unconscious Wolf King fell from the sky, crashing to the ground, splashing mud. The once majestic Wolf King became a dying dog on the verge of death.
“The great Lord of Bones has arrived, you lowly humans, kneel before Lord of Bones, wakaka~” “It feels so good, this little wolf cub even dared to run away in front of the great Lord of Bones? Even the undead can’t stand it!” Morgen heard the rambling words of the dragon below him and twitched the corner of his mouth, directly spreading his bat wings and flying into the sky, not bothering to waste another word with this damned undead. “Lord of Bones, cooperate with Betty and Grot, and take down this orc.”
Lord of Bones heard Morgen’s words, his huge dragon body shuddered subconsciously as if thinking of something, quietly turned his head to glance at the calm-faced Morgen, then immediately turned around, circled, and prepared to attack. Lord of Bones’ behavior was like a mouse seeing a cat, and Morgen, who was small in front of the bone dragon, was the real beast.
Kapu’s face turned very ugly when he heard this, the two troublesome northern warriors had dragged the battle on for too long. Although he completely suppressed these two damned guys in terms of strength, their recovery ability was too exaggerated, time and again they were knocked down by him and no matter how injured they were, they could stand up again. Even when he wanted to finish them off, he would be dragged by the other fighting desperately to buy time.
Rage was about to erupt. An orc royal, an beta plus-level human warrior, was actually held back by two beta-level northern warriors, although the strength of the northern warriors was recognized by all races in the main plane of glory, but he was also the king of the orcs. And now, with the addition of a bone dragon whose presence was even stronger than his, this battle…
The heavy pressure made Kapu’s face very solemn, no longer the ease he had when facing the two northern kings. In this battlefield, no one was a weakling.
Following Morgen’s command, Lord of Bones controlled the huge dragon body and joined the battlefield, and the terrifying battle started again. Morgen had no intention of fighting the orc king who was four levels higher than him. His top-tier power had expanded too quickly, evolving from Amy to level beta, and in just half a year, he had seven terrifying combat powers. And each one could be the pillar of the door. Although he rose from level alpha to level beta minus in less than a year, compared to these lives that have lived for decades or even hundreds of years, his combat power was still weak.
Morgen shook his head to clear his somewhat scattered thoughts, smiled suddenly, and Dawn City developed too fast, so fast that he no longer needed to enter the battlefield himself. And the opponents he faced during this time were all real giants. The Dark Covenant, the mighty tribe… none of them were weak, and now he could keep up with the orc army of ten thousand, which was unimaginable a year ago. But, I am the ancestor of the blood clan, how could I lose to you?
A few flashes of sharpness flashed in Morgen’s eyes, he had been busy with various chores and dealing with various dangers recently, so busy that he almost forgot to study his favorite magic. He made up his mind that after this matter was over, he would improve his combat power. Even he had a vague feeling that if he rose to level beta, there would be a huge change…
Boom~ The battle below interrupted Morgen’s thoughts, who dared to be distracted on the battlefield, and made him focus his attention. Morgen also witnessed the full firepower of an beta plus-level combat power for the first time, and how powerful a fighter of this level was presented to him in the most direct way. He had once seen Betty, a beta-level, cut down a transformed beta plus-level lava demon with two swords, although the power of the transformed lava demon was pitifully weak compared to the real lava demon, but that was a beta plus-level life.
"However, even the mighty Northern Valkyrie, possessing legendary combat skills and having activated the royal bloodline of the North, was still pressed hard in the fight against Kapu. The formidable power, keen combat awareness, various unimaginable combat techniques, and the fearless and unyielding will to fight. Kapu, the beta plus-level Orc King, was incredibly powerful. Even with the addition of the beta plus-level Bone Dragon to the battle, the fight was still arduous.
The Bone Dragon is an experiment conducted by Morgen before his arrival, inspired by the infusion of the power of faith into weapons by Nilo. The results were very pleasing. Although the power of faith is friendly to the blood race due to his vampire nature, it is different for the undead. The power of faith condensed by the Dawn Church is bright and holy, and its damage to the undead is even more terrifying than the sun’s damage to vampires.
More importantly, Morgen discovered that the power of faith has a terrifying ability to assimilate the soul of the Bone. With enough power of faith, he could directly change the soul nature of the undead mage Bone and make him completely submit to himself.
Morgen was extremely excited about this discovery. He originally wanted to turn this powerful undead mage with a bone dragon directly into his subordinate, but in the end, he helplessly discovered that to assimilate Bone’s soul, at least tens of thousands of points of the power of faith were needed. For him, who was poor and white, this was an astronomical figure. The Dawn City might not accumulate so much even after half a year.
In the end, he made a ruthless decision, directly controlling the power of faith to threaten Bone. The originally indifferent Bone, after sensing that Morgen truly had the intention and ability to annihilate him, and after experiencing the intense pain of the power of faith burning his soul, the unprincipled undead mage surrendered very readily.
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He obediently transferred his consciousness into the body of the bone dragon, allowing himself to be driven to participate in this war. The only promise Morgen made to this undead mage was to let him out in the Dawn City from time to time after this.
After leaving a spiritual imprint and a certain amount of the power of faith in Bone’s soul, Morgen reluctantly agreed. He had coveted this Bone for too long; an beta plus-level bone dragon, although a dead dragon, was still a dragon. Previously, he had no way to deal with this cunning, dark-hearted, and extremely verbose undead mage. Now that he had found a way, he naturally would not be polite, driving Bone to ambush near the blood race spellcaster camp, hence the scene just now.
This is also the reason why Morgen dared to launch a war against the orcs directly. His high-end power was too strong. Betty, the beta-level Northern Valkyrie, Grot, the beta-level Son of the North, Koso, the beta-level Bronze Beholder Giant, Castro, the beta-level Dawn Bat King, Stanley, the beta-level Dark Priest, and Amy, the beta-level Shadow High Priest. Plus this beta plus-level bone dragon Bone. A total of 7 top combat powers, this force is enough to make any power take notice.
After finding the traces of the Dwarf Valley, the Shadow High Priest Amy began to investigate the news. In the end, through the chats of the orcs and the curses of the captured dwarves, he obtained detailed numbers of the orcs and learned about the defensive measures of the Dwarf Valley. The most critical piece of information was that the shaman of the orc tribe was still in the Lionheart tribe, which directly prompted Morgen to make this bold decision.
Using Koso and Castro to attract the orcs to gather, then use large-scale composite magic for a devastating strike. It has quite a bit of the style of Viscount Berna’s feint attack.
For this, the blood race spellcaster team prepared a day in advance, and even many new blood races ran dry of magic blood more than a dozen times, the consumption of magic blood made Morgen’s eyelids twitch.
After countless plans and the most careful preparations, the glorious scene of the orc army being directly defeated by the blood race appeared."
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Ten minutes later. In front of the dwarven city. The magic red cloud emitting a destructive aura finally began to dissipate. However, at this point, no one was paying attention to this scene anymore, because all the orcs that could escape had fled, and those who couldn’t were left here forever, becoming fertilizer for next year’s grass.
The scorched corpses covered the ground, piled up one after another. The stench of burnt flesh and hair, carried by the night wind, spread for miles around, enveloping the entire dwarven valley in a foul smell. The flames that had not yet extinguished illuminated the night sky red, but because of the thick smoke, everyone’s vision was obscured. Although the number of dead orcs was countless, the battle had not stopped.
Ten minutes after the magic red cloud dissipated. Koso was still entangled by Kreg, and although there was a huge gap in equipment that prevented Kreg from causing substantial damage to Koso, he was still a powerful beta-level warrior. Relying on various skills and combat techniques, Kreg kept Koso from ignoring him, tying up a significant part of his energy. But that was all, Koso’s extravagant equipment made Kreg, who was poor, completely helpless, reducing him to a clown jumping around him.
After Koso hunted down two orcs who hadn’t escaped, he saw Kreg coming to interfere and was furious. With another strike, even the ground shook. However, Kreg’s agile body dodged it, and he wasn’t injured. Just as Kreg was about to counterattack, he suddenly seemed to smell something, his body stiffened abruptly, and he turned his head to look towards the horizon. He sensed an extremely terrifying aura.
A dragon! Whoosh! Under the illumination of the ground fire, a bone dragon composed entirely of white bones, exuding a thick aura of death, and flapping its damaged bat wings appeared in his line of sight. “Damn it, why is there a bone dragon here?” His originally deep voice now had a sharp edge to it.
Clearly, the appearance of the bone dragon shocked him much more than Koso and Castro had. This is a dragon, a dragon!
Kreg’s heart froze, and he subconsciously looked in the direction where Kapu had left, with an unmistakable worry in his eyes. The enemy was too strong. Although he had extreme confidence in Kapu, the beta plus-level orc king, the problem was that even legendary creatures like bone dragons had appeared. Could something have happened to Kapu? His heart was instantly anxious and restless. Kapu was strong, but how could one reason normally about a force that possessed bone dragons, iron giants, and steel beasts rampaging in the sky?
Kreg subconsciously looked at the iron giant not far away and turned around, ready to leave. He couldn’t delay any longer; he had to find the king of the Lionheart tribe. Otherwise, the entire tribe would be destroyed by these powerful and terrifying beings. Even if this giant hunted many more of his tribesmen, he would have a chance for revenge, but if he couldn’t find their king, they would have no hope.
But just as Kreg was about to leave. Whoosh! The bone dragon with flapping wings arrived. “Wakaka~ Lowly wolfman, let Lord Kuske end your pathetic fate…” “Roar~” The dragon’s roar echoed through heaven and earth, and the entire sky fell silent. Then, from a hundred blades high in the sky, two blood-suckers with demon wings flew down. beta-level casters? Feeling the aura of the other party, Kreg’s face changed drastically.
The huge wolf head looked very ugly at this moment. And in the moment Kreg was distracted, The path he was about to take to leave was blocked by a figure wielding a huge sword, with a slender and sexy body, and eyes filled with madness. Following her was a two-blade-tall warrior, whose presence was equally startling. Another beta-level guy?
Kreg was almost going crazy. Behind him was a seven-blade-tall iron giant in armor so sturdy it was unimaginable. In the sky was a bone dragon exuding a lethal aura, plus two beta-level casters, and in front of him were two beta-level warriors. Even with Kreg’s ferocious wolfman nature, he couldn’t help but instinctively retreat a few steps in such a situation. Fight? How to fight? Six top beings, even if he came, even the king of the Lionheart tribe, the beta plus-level human warrior Kapu Lionheart, wouldn’t be able to beat them. Escape? How to escape? Bone dragons, flying vampires, and warriors of unknown depth on the ground… anyone could stop him from leaving.
Kreg had never felt such despair in his life. As a beta-level wolfman warrior, in the barren wasteland, he was the highest level of life, and everyone had to crawl before him. But now… Those long green eyes were filled with helplessness. At this moment, he was like a death row inmate waiting for execution, tormented.
“Don’t waste time, catch him.” A flat statement from behind the dragon gave Kreg an inexplicable sense of relief. He felt like a lamb entering a wolf’s den, helpless and alone. Upon hearing the order, Amy and Stanley, who were flying in the air and flapping their wings, immediately began to cast spells. Betty and Grot burst out, and Koso approached with a heavy body.
As a powerful wolfman warrior, Kreg naturally wouldn’t submit, Aowu~ After a howl, his body suddenly grew a size larger, and the long knife in his hand was thrown away. The gray shiny fur on his body grew visibly longer, as tough as armor made of mithril. His claws grew thirty centimeters long. A cold light flashed at the tips of his claws, easily tearing through ordinary steel.
Aowu~ Kreg howled again, and the aura that had been growing stabilized. Berserk. The last card of the orcs, and also the most powerful bloodline power. After berserking, all aspects of the orc’s power will have a terrifying increase, and they will be immune to pain and fear death. However, the side effect of falling into a long period of extreme weakness after berserking makes the orcs only use this powerful bloodline talent as the last card. Kreg, who was beta-level at this time, could definitely go head-to-head with a beta plus-level warrior without fear. But, it was still useless. His opponents had become strong enough to crush him.
Amy and Stanley, two beta-level casters, immediately started dual casting, and four restraining spells kept Kreg’s berserk body suppressed in place. Shadow Prison, Shadow Tentacles, Rigidity, Swamp Ground. How could Betty, a Northern Valkyrie with legendary combat skills, miss such an opportunity?
At the moment Kreg’s body stiffened, she swung her huge sword, and the extreme light on the blade surged several centimeters.
The bone dragon in the sky, seeing this, cackled strangely and released two 4th-ring dragon language spells towards Kreg: Mental Shock, Forced Dizziness. Kreg, who was just about to break free from the four control spells, stiffened again. Three casters, without a moment’s pause, chained controls on this berserk orc, not allowing him to take a single step.
Betty arrived in that instant. This Northern Valkyrie, who had experienced life and death, showed no mercy. Her huge sword pierced directly through Kreg’s abdomen, severing the spine of the berserk wolfman. Blood splattered. Instant kill. The beta-level Kreg was turned over by a car without even a chance to react under the terrifying control of three casters. It was only because Kreg had grown to three blades after berserking and his body had grown a bit that he might not have been cut in two by Betty’s sword. Rising with her sword, Betty, wearing long leather pants and eye-catching long legs, looked bored and pouted, “He’s so weak it’s pitiful. Compared to that beast, this wolfman doesn’t even deserve me drawing my sword.”
The bone dragon on which Morgen was riding turned to look at the orc king tied up behind him like a twist, unconscious, and his mouth twitched slightly. The battle just now was still breathtaking to him. The strength of the beta plus-level orc king was beyond everyone’s imagination. After the beta plus-level bone dragon joined the battle, it took a full ten minutes to suppress Kapu, and instead, the enraged Kapu almost killed Grot and Betty with his life-for-life fighting style several times. If it weren’t for their powerful bloodlines helping them recover from their injuries, these two might have really been killed by this beta plus-level orc king in a life-for-life fight.
In the end, Amy and Stanley, who had finished casting, also joined the siege of Kapu. The orc king, worthy of his title, directly activated his last card - berserk, turning into a three-blade-tall golden orc warrior with a golden glow all over his body, and his strength increased greatly.
However, after Grot’s heart was shattered twice and half of his skull was severed, he was almost gone. And the powerful Betty also broke her arms twice, broke dozens of ribs, and even Amy and Stanley were injured by Kapu when they took the opportunity to leap into the sky.
If Kapu’s formidable combat power could be harnessed for his own use, he would immediately have an ace up his sleeve. However, he is currently unable to control the Orc king in such a short time. Thus, he can only control it temporarily.
Boom~ Just then, a distant explosion erupted within the Dwarf city, and flames shot into the sky. This was followed by a wave of frantic shouting and intense fighting. The Dwarf city was in chaos.
Morgen looked into the distance, his vision excellent under the cover of night. He could faintly make out what was happening inside the city. ‘Your Highness, the Ancestor, it seems to be the Dwarves…’ Stanley, carrying the bound Kreg, flew to his side. Morgen nodded and turned to glance behind him.
The only king of the Orcs had been captured by him, and another top combatant was instantly killed under the assault of three spellcasters and a Northern Valkyrie. The Orcs in the Dwarf valley, now without a leader, were just a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
‘Let’s go, follow me to conquer this land.’ A surge of boldness rose in Morgen’s heart as he sat behind the neck of the undead creature with a wingspan of twenty blades, his eyes sharp. He should now be called Morgen, the Dragon Commander. ‘Wakakaka~ The great Lord of Bones has arrived~ You lowly and humble Orcs, taste the dragon breath of the Lord of Bones…