Ashen Dragon-Chapter 672 - 80 Battle of Black Stone Mountain_2

Chapter 672: Chapter 80: Battle of Black Stone Mountain_2

Chapter 672 -80: Battle of Black Stone Mountain_2

In the surging tide of the Beastman Army, the Wildland Dragons snorted deeply, their high and bulging backs covered in yellow-green weeds, just like the slopes in the grasslands.

And atop the ridge, there was a throne made of white bones, upon which sat an immensely tall and strong Orc.

He was wearing shoulder armor made of giant dragon scales, his bare upper body covered with bloody runes.

This Orc’s face was particularly ferocious, his huge tawny fangs bared, and his eyes filled with a murderous intent—only one remained, while the other was covered by leather, still bearing fierce scars.

It is said that in a battle with the Titan Divine Descendant, this Beastman Chief did not shy away from the longsword piercing his cheek, and with his Battle Axe, he crushed his opponent’s skull, thus earning the title “Skullcrusher.”

And so, Batu Skullcrush had forever lost his left eye—just like their Father God, the “One-eyed God” Gush.

After that battle, the Orcs’ worship of Batu intensified, believing him to be the emissary sent by the Father God, the mighty one capable of leading the Orcs to conquer the world.

Gazing at the majestic fortress gradually coming into view, Batu Skullcrush slowly rose from the Bone Throne, picking up the blood-stained Great Axe at his feet, a crazed smile spreading across his face.

“Hahaha, finally, it’s here—Aivendel, soon to be our Orc city.”

Beside him, the hunched and aged Orc Shaman was agitated, speaking in a hoarse voice:

“Excellent, this is splendid. Father God is watching us, the millennia-long wish of the Orcs will soon be fulfilled…

I hear the joyful voice of Father God; He acknowledges you!

Lord Batu, you are the hero chosen by the Father God, you shall lead the Orcs to conquer this continent and show the world the strength of Gush!”

The Old Shaman stepped forward, took out a handful of blood-red powder, and smeared it across the Orc Chieftain’s forehead, drawing the symbol of a single eye between his brows.

—That was the emblem of Gush, the Unblinking Eye.

At the moment the single eye was drawn, Batu Skullcrusher could feel an intense Frenzy filling his body, his blood boiling furiously.

“Ah—”

The desire for slaughter, the ambition to conquer, the flames of Revenge, instantly ignited within him. The Beastman Chief raised his Great Axe high, its blood-red light seeming to cleave the sky.

“The Father God has manifested!”

“Praise the great One-eyed God! Praise Gush!”

The Orcs looked up at the bloodlight in the sky, fanaticism filling their murky eyes.

Eventually, their gaze focused on Batu Skullcrusher, the Orc Chieftain breathing heavily, adjusting to this overwhelming power.

Soon, all the runes on his body glowed with a blood-like radiance, that only remaining eye, bloodshot and intense, was filled with the will to fight and fanatical fervor, his strong aura spilling out and transforming into a fierce tornado.

Thus, Batu stood up, overlooking tens of thousands of Orcs below him, lifting the Battle Axe in one arm.

“Warriors, rejoice, for I have received the oracle of the great Father God!”

“If you wish to die sooner, show your weakness. Those too weak to fight for your Tribe deserve to be impaled by a spear!

Watchers, the single-eyed God Gush gives the Orcs the greatest gift, which is the ability to survive where weaker Races will perish.

Build your strength upon these lands, then use it to defeat your enemies!”

Batu once again waved the Great Axe, chaotic bloodlight tearing the heavy clouds, creating a scarlet scar in the sky, his voice growing more and more fervent, like a primal war cry from the wilds.

“Seek endless war against your foes, kill or enslave those who oppose you!

Gain territories, gain living space. Destroy the Elves, wreck their homes, ravage their lands. Crush the Dwarves, claim their caves and fortresses.”

Finally, the Beastman Chief exhaled a rank white smoke, raising his Battle Axe high, roaring with all his strength: “Destruction to High Mountain Kingdom, conquest of Aivendel!”

“Destruction to High Mountain Kingdom, conquest of Aivendel!”

The Orcs roared in unison, their voices striking fear into the sky and shaking the earth, far fiercer than the Dwarves.

“Attack!”

“Crush them!”

The Dwarf Soldiers stationed on the outermost city walls and behind the hill rocks scrambled into battle, continuously shooting arrows.

“Quick, block them!”

“There are too many, there are too many Orcs!”

“Moradin above, these ugly bastards are like rabbits on the prairie, too numerous to count!”

“Swoosh—swoosh swoosh—”

Arrows shot out sharply, piercing through the Orcs and even nailing them to the ground, but the ones behind pressed forward without hesitation, stepping over the corpses of their kin.

The Dwarf warriors at the most exterior defense lines numbered merely three to five hundred, while the Orcs crowding outside the walls were tens of thousands strong.

Those arrows, like entering a mottled river, silently submerged into the mass of Orcs, only causing small ripples.

The leaders of the Beastman Tribes had begun to instruct the Hill Giants and the Half-Giant Orcs to carry heavy logs and batter the wooden gates fiercely.

“Heave-ho!”

“Boom—Boom—”

The dull sounds echoed repeatedly as the Dwarves atop the walls continuously poured arrows down, but it was still to no avail.

Strong and hearty Dwarf warriors, carrying barrels of liquor, crawled out from the narrow tunnels beside them, throwing those barrels, filled with high-proof alcohol and gunpowder, into the Orc crowd.

“Boom!”

The barrels shattered violently, causing a massive Explosion, enveloping a dozen Orcs in flames in an instant and causing their offensive to slow down momentarily.

However, the Dwarf hero was quickly hit by an arrow from a Beastman Longbowman, and just as he attempted to retaliate, he was flattened by a rock thrown by a Hill Giant.

Giant Eagles and Vultures circled in the sky, heeding the calls of the Beast Tamer’s bone whistle, occasionally diving down to peck out the eyes of the Dwarves.

Even several Giant Eagles surrounded a Dwarf Warrior, flapping their wings to obstruct his view, ultimately causing the harried Dwarf to fall from the city wall.

“Tear this Dwarf apart!”

“His head is mine!”

In an instant, dozens of Orcs lying in wait beneath the city wall swarmed up and tore the unfortunate Dwarf to pieces.

Blood splattered, flesh scattered, and amid the Orcs’ rending and snatching, not even a single intact arm was left behind.

Under the relentless assault of tens of thousands of Orcs, the hundreds of Dwarf heroes at the forefront sustained severe casualties, with many retreating into the tunnels.

Batu Skullcrush stood atop the towering back of a Wildland Dragon, pointing his Great Axe towards Aivendel in the distance, his deep, hoarse voice spreading across the fields.

“Destroy their walls, break the will of the Dwarfs!

Hahaha, they will only fear us! Fear the existence of the Orcs!”

The Hill Giants and Half-Giant Orcs carrying logs replaced those before them, rushing to the wall, battering the thick oak gates.

Accompanied by dull thuds, the city gates showed more cracks and crevices until the stout oak doors finally gave in to the strain, shattering open and revealing the hundreds of Dwarf warriors behind.

“Hahaha! Charge!”

“Crush these Dwarfs! Offer their blood to the Father God!”

The hundreds of Dwarf warriors clad in Armor swung their Heavy Hammers, smashing the foremost Orcs into a pulp, instantly killing hundreds of them.

But the Orcs surged forward in waves, quickly overwhelming the hundred or so Dwarfs.

“Moradin’s descendants, my brothers, never submit!”

The Dwarf warriors let out their final roar, furiously swinging their Warhammers, smashing an Orc’s head, but were simultaneously pierced by several Short Spears and fell to the ground.

And so, frenzied battle cries echoed through the valleys as the Orcs, like floodwaters released from their gates, poured crazily into the “Road of Glory” of the High Mountain Kingdom.

Their target was the capital of the High Mountain Kingdom—Eldwyndam.