“Because Thrall was adopted by humans when he was still a baby.

He has experienced true love and affection, and still possesses more humanity than many humans.

At the same time, during his growth, he was carefully trained by an ambitious nobleman as a commander and even a king, and systematically learned combat, tactics, military strategy, politics and history.

He then escaped from the place where he was imprisoned and learned a shamanic way that integrated the elements and nature with his lost tribesmen.

Eventually, he took over the supreme leadership from another legendary orc leader and officially began to lead his people in finding a path to self-salvation.

He led the orcs to attack the internment camps set up by humans, rescued his fellow prisoners of war who were in a daze and only knew how to eat and sleep all day, and gave them new goals and meaning in life, as well as the courage to fight any enemy.

With only a small number of troops, the orc army under Thrall turned the human kingdom upside down, demonstrating his strategic and tactical talents to the fullest.

If there were no interference from external forces, he would become the undisputed protagonist of that world and a person truly favored by fate.

But unfortunately, Thrall eventually met me, and his life and the fate of the orcs were messed up.

Now, he will become my secret weapon against the Orc Gods."

Zuo Si very straightforwardly introduced the life of Thrall to the Elf God beside him.

Although he didn't like orcs at all, he had to admire the fact that this race was full of talented people.

First, a leader like Orgrimmar Doomhammer emerged, and then there was a genius like Thrall who only appears once every few hundred years.

In addition, there are fearless and powerful warriors like Grom Hellscream and the Saurfang brothers, as well as wise men like Eitrigg and Drek'Thar who can see through the situation and make rational judgments.

And that's not even counting the orc-ogre hybrid, Beastlord Rexxar.

As for people like Ner'zhul who became the Lich King, and Gul'dan, the most powerful warlock, there is no need to mention it.

All in all, considering the orcs' population base, the talent production rate is a bit outrageous.

Even the little Hellscream, who was called "the brainless roar", actually did a pretty good job in the early stages strictly speaking. He lifted the Horde from a weak position to a level where it could stand on equal footing with the Alliance and even had the upper hand at one point.

It's just that due to his extreme and radical personality, he forgot that politics is an art of compromise, which eventually led to the intensification of conflicts within the tribe and the increase of opponents.

In fact, except for being unsuitable to be the top leader, he can achieve outstanding results in any position.

Therefore, Zuo Si has always felt that the orcs in Azeroth are a complete BUG. Not only are they strong, bloodthirsty and warlike, but their reproduction rate is several times that of humans. In the absence of a systematic education system, there is no shortage of all kinds of talents.

"So this orc's soul is fundamentally different from that of his fellows?"

Corellon obviously heard something from these experiences, and an expression of interest appeared on his face.

Zuo Si smiled and replied, “Not different, but more like some kind of hybrid in spirit and thinking.

Once Thrall becomes the leader of an orc tribe, he will quickly use his personal charisma, political skills and knowledge to lead the entire tribe on a path that is completely opposite to the life advocated by the orc gods.

They will become orderly, begin to learn how to settle, graze, raise livestock and farm, and will begin to build their own cities and even countries.

As more and more orcs abandon their past traditions, the influence of the orc gods will begin to fade, and even go against the interests of the orcs themselves.

This irreconcilable contradiction will cause them to start looking for new beliefs.

Gradually, the two most important priesthoods of Gruumsh, orcs and territory, will be torn apart, just like the current state of the goblin god Magnubbiye.

Like I said, the best way to tame the savages is to make them orderly and civilized.

While this could cause the orcs to become more of a threat than in the past, or even become a serious contender for hegemony over Faerun, it would create a formidable enemy for the orc gods.

Moreover, this threat is not limited to the crystal wall where the planet Toril is located, but will continue to spread outward until it causes eternal division among the orcs in different dimensions of the entire universe.

After all, compared to good and evil, order and chaos are the most intense conflict.

Just like the never-ending bloody battle between the devil and the demons.

All I want to do is to stir up discord, hatred and killing among the orcs."

"He is worthy of being the lord of the ninth layer of Baator, a devil prince who is valued by Asmodeus and granted a status second only to him. Gruumsh's provocation of you was probably the biggest mistake he made since he became a god." Corellon couldn't help but sigh.

Because this is so vicious, and it actually hits the biggest weakness of the Orc pantheon, which is the lack of a god who is inclined to order.

Of the six most active gods, three are chaotic evil and the other three are neutral evil.

Therefore, when an orc civilization begins to rise, the entire society will inevitably abandon its original beliefs.

If this resulted in the creation of a new orcish deity of order, it would mean that the new god would inevitably become a thorn in the side of Gruumsh.

By then, Zuo Si won't even need to deal with the orc gods himself. He only needs to protect this new god and continue to provide support to allow the orcs to start a internecine kill mode.

In the end, no matter who wins or loses, the orc race will inevitably be severely damaged and may never recover.

The most important thing is that this is a blatant conspiracy.

Even if Gruumsh knew, there would be nothing he could do.

After all, he had tried to descend into an incarnation before, only to be ruthlessly killed.

This incident still provides the elves on Evergathering Island with endless fun and artistic inspiration.

“Thanks for the compliment.

This plan was only possible thanks to the help of you and the elven gods.

However, compared to the stupid orc pantheon and goblin pantheon, the spider goddess Rose is the one who needs the most attention.

Her hatred for you and the surface elves has reached the sky, and her heart has been twisted to a degree that cannot be described in words.

The resentment and malice emanating from the depths of the soul cannot be forgotten slowly with the baptism of time."

Zuo Si gave a direct reminder to the Elf God in front of him.

Although he was not quite sure when Rose would suddenly launch the "War of the Spider Queen" to unify the faith of the dark elves.

But what is certain is that this plan was brewing a long time ago.

"Oh? Is Elohine (Rose's name before her fall) plotting something again?"

Corellon asked in an uncertain tone.

It is not difficult to feel from that slightly complicated attitude that he is not as full of hatred towards his ex-wife as the outside world speculates, but rather he still has some lingering feelings for her.

After all, Rose has done so many things since she became the Spider Goddess, and she has even joined forces with many allies to attack Arvandor more than once.

But even so, Corellon only repelled it and never had any intention of revenge or killing it all.

The only countermeasure is to support her daughter Eilistraee to fight for the faith of the dark elves.

Zuo Si has always been very curious about what Corellon's feelings are towards Rose.

It's a little hard to say that the two of them had a complete falling out. At least the elven pantheon has never really done anything cruel to Rose.

You say they didn't break up, but it was Corellon who personally transformed Rose into a spider demon and exiled her to the Abyss.

Perhaps as the creator of the entire elven race and even the pantheon, Corellon has a special feeling for all elves, just like an old father looking at his descendants.

Even though some children were very rebellious and even openly wanted to replace him, he still couldn't bear to really get rid of them.

After figuring this out, Zuo Si responded calmly, "As far as I know, your ex-wife is planning to unify the beliefs of the entire dark elf race.

She wanted to kill all the competitors and become the only one.

It was also because of this that she was particularly angry and annoyed about my support for Eilistraee's establishment of that underground city.

If she couldn't eliminate this huge hidden danger, she wouldn't be able to start her plan.

After all, as long as there are enough believers, even a dead god can be resurrected at any time."

"She's even going to kill her own son and daughter? Elohine is really becoming more and more cold-blooded, cruel, and ruthless. Thank you for letting me know this information. I will pay special attention to her recent actions."

After saying that, Corellon activated the divine power transmission and disappeared on the spot.

As the source of the magical power of the elven race, he may be the only god in the entire continent of Faerun who can cast spells without going through the magic network or the shadow magic network.

Once the other gods are banned from touching the Internet, they will basically lose their ability to cast spells and can only rely on divine power to fight.

After observing the orcs' massacre of the barbarian tribe below for a while, Zuo Si also left.

As the Uthgardt barbarian tribes living in and around Neverwinter were slaughtered one after another, Dethzel and his evil allies finally began to attempt a tentative attack on Neverwinter.

Their first target was naturally the Port of Leicester, located outside Neverwinter.

Unlike the dock area in Neverwinter, it does not fully serve the city, but is mainly a trade hub connecting other nearby towns and villages.

Before the opening of the West Coast Empire's trade airship route, the Port of Leicester was a very important shipping center, closely connecting the sea north of the Sword Coast with the Neverwinter River.

Countless farmers rely on this route to sell their agricultural products to the city in exchange for money to buy tools, seeds, spices, cloth and other daily necessities.

Although the operation of airship routes has reduced the status of Leicester Port in transportation.

However, the subsequent rise of manufacturing and handicraft industries attracted a large number of young and middle-aged laborers, and it gradually developed into a large town with a population of more than 5,000.

In particular, industries focusing on wood processing and deep processing have flourished, almost monopolizing the northern markets including mid- to high-end furniture, floors, carts, wooden handles for long-handled weapons, arrow shafts, and wooden stocks for muskets.

There's nothing I can do about it. It's God's will that gives me this gift.

Since the Neverwinter River runs through the entire Neverwinter Forest, loggers only need to cut down trees of economic value along both sides of the river, then bundle them together and transport them downstream to the Port of Leicester.

This means that the transportation costs of logs can be basically ignored, which can greatly save costs.

Once the port of Leicester is captured, an astonishing amount of timber will be immediately available, as well as skilled craftsmen who can build siege machines, and ships docked nearby, which is basically killing three birds with one stone.

In addition, it is very close to Neverwinter City, so it can be used as a forward base and the army can be transported out of the Neverwinter Forest with the help of river transportation.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Woo-woo-woo-woo!

As the deafening sound of war drums and loud trumpets echoed between the valleys, this army composed of orcs, half-orcs, ogres, half-giants, trolls and gnolls began to appear on the horizon.

Although it looked chaotic and without any formation, the residents of Leicester Port were still frightened.

The guards on the watchtower sounded the alarm immediately.

Less than two hundred soldiers who were usually responsible for maintaining public order gathered urgently and stood on the crude city wall less than two meters high as if facing a great enemy.

No! It would be more appropriate to call it a fence.

Because these so-called "city walls" were actually mainly used to guard against wild beasts rather than to deal with wars.

Just shoot it a round of rockets or hit it twice with a piece of wood, and it will fall apart immediately.

In fact, Leicester Port originally did not even have a wall. It was only later that the population explosion caused the security situation to deteriorate sharply, and this simple fence was added as a last resort.

Seeing the monsters rushing towards them, the leading officer, who was about 40 years old, immediately broke out in a sweat and asked with a trembling voice, "Where are our spies? Where are the patrols? Where are the scouts? Why is there no one to report the movement of monsters of this scale?"

"Sir, I think they are dead. Since three days ago, there has been no news from the adventurers and rangers we hired. As for the patrols we sent out, they are nowhere to be found either."

A soldier suppressed his fear and told the truth.

"What? Then why didn't you report it earlier?"

The officer roared in anger.

If he had received the news a few hours in advance, he could have immediately requested reinforcements from Neverwinter.

Another soldier cautiously reminded: "Sir, we mentioned this to you the morning before yesterday, but you were flirting with Miss Moore at the time and drove us out without even listening."

moment!

The officer stood there in embarrassment, his face turning red, and it was unclear whether he was angry or ashamed.

Like most guards stationed in relatively prosperous towns to maintain law and order, the guards at Port Leicester had actually long been corrupted to a considerable degree.

Although it was far from the situation where the Athkatra city defense forces semi-openly accepted bribes during the reign of the Council of Six of Amn, it had long been an unspoken secret that they privately accepted gifts from merchants and then did them some small favors.

For example, Miss Moore, mentioned by the soldier, is the operator of a high-end furniture manufacturing workshop.

She used her beauty to seduce the officers, who secretly helped her obtain priority in river shipping. She was always able to load and ship the goods as soon as possible, and did not need to spend money to rent or buy warehouses for storage like other workshop owners.

Under normal circumstances, even if something like this was discovered, it would at best be considered an abuse of power and would not result in any severe punishment.

But the nature of the situation in wartime is completely different.

According to the laws of Neverwinter, there was only one consequence for such dereliction of duty: being hanged in public.

But at this moment the officer had no time to make excuses to shirk responsibility.

As the monster army got closer and closer, he could only take a deep breath, draw his sword, stand at the front of the queue, and muster up the courage to say to his soldiers: "Perhaps we have all made unforgivable mistakes and fallen because of various temptations; perhaps we have violated the oath we made and tarnished our honor and faith; perhaps we are destined to die here today and be drowned by the monsters that are surging like a tide before us.

But I hope that I can at least die heroically, buying some time for the civilians in Leicester Harbor behind me to escape, so that they can board ships and sail downstream to Neverwinter.

This is our responsibility and also our obligation.

Are any of you willing to follow me and complete redemption at the last moment of your life?

Are you willing to fight bravely and shed your last drop of blood under the witness of the great God of Justice? Answer me! "

moment!

More than two hundred soldiers who were still trembling in fear in the previous second had their temperament changed 180 degrees in the next second, and most of them revealed determination in their eyes.

Obviously, this is the biggest difference between a world with true God and a world without true God.

In a world without true God, people often have a great fear of death. No one knows what it will be like after death, whether the soul still exists, and where the soul will go.

Too much uncertainty often makes people's desire for life surpass everything else.

Unless it is an extremely special situation, such as having an extremely firm belief or wanting to achieve a lofty goal, one can rely on a strong will to overcome fear and face death calmly.

But in a world with true God, mortals have a clear expectation about death and know where their souls will go after death.

Therefore, when encountering a situation like this, usually as long as there is a hero who stands up to arouse the faith of the people around him in a common god, there will immediately be a hundred responses.

Even if you know that the ultimate result of doing so is death, you will not hesitate.

This is why similar epic stories keep emerging in the history of the continent of Faerun.

Various gods infinitely magnify the good and evil, order and chaos in the hearts of mortals.

"Sir, we are willing to follow you until the end of our lives."

After a moment's silence, a soldier took the lead in expressing his attitude.

With him taking the lead, the others also took a step forward silently.

It turns out that sometimes the difference between a hero and a coward is often just a matter of a split second.

The defenders of Leicester Port chose to be heroes instead of being selfish cowards who abandoned their responsibilities and ran away.

Even if they had accepted bribes before, even if they often patronized those special service places on weekdays, even if they drank on credit in the bar and never paid, it no longer mattered at this moment.

The officer grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, then he led his men to open the door and rushed out.

He knew very well that there was no point in defending the ridiculous fence of Leicester Port. The only way to rush out and cause chaos among the enemy was to buy more time for the evacuation of civilians.

"Hahahaha! Look! Those stupid humans are charging towards us! Kill them all!"

The orc chieftain Obould Many-Arrow raised the flaming magical giant sword in his hand and laughed wildly.

Thrall, who was following beside him, carried the Hammer of Destruction and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "But at least they are quite courageous, aren't they?"

"Boy! What are you talking about?"

Another strong orc warrior asked casually.

Thrall shook his head while running and responded: "No, nothing, I was just thinking about how to kill more enemies and gain respect."

"Win respect? Just because of a rookie like you? Stop kidding!"

The orc warrior glanced at the seemingly insignificant young man with disdain.

The reason was simple! The orc body that Thrall occupied was less than sixteen years old, so he looked a little thin, not as strong as other middle-aged orcs.

But Thrall did not respond, he just kept running forward behind the chief.

No one knew better than him that in a primitive tribal society where power was supreme, thousands of words were not as useful as one practical action.

Although he admired the bravery and heroism of these human soldiers, it did not mean that he would show mercy.

Quite the opposite!

He needs to use the other party's death to prove himself, thereby winning the respect of other orcs, and then climb up to gain a higher status and more power.

Because they were running in both directions, both sides soon came within the range of weapons such as bows and crossbows.

However, the monster army obviously had no intention of using bows and crossbows, but instead let the defenders of Leicester Port rush forward.

In their opinion, there was no need to use bows and crossbows to deal with such a small number of enemies. They could just let the orcs and ogres in the vanguard crush them.

But this decision to underestimate the enemy immediately caused the monster army to pay a heavy price.

The officer did not engage in battle immediately after rushing forward, but ordered his men to stop immediately. Then they all took out revolvers produced by the West Coast Empire and launched a burst of intensive fire without saying a word.

After a crackling sound, more than 400 orc warriors who were at the front fell down immediately.

Such sudden and rapid casualties caused great chaos in the front line, and the monsters, who had never seen firearms, began to become frightened and hesitated to move forward.

Upon seeing this, the human officers immediately seized the opportunity to rush into the chaotic formation of the orc vanguard and kill indiscriminately, completely disrupting the opponent's command system.

You must know that war is often not a competition of simple numbers, but of many factors such as the organization, discipline, morale, weapons and equipment of both sides' armies.

In this regard, the defenders of Leicester Port were clearly the dominant party.

Not only do they have half-armor and helmets that can effectively resist slashing and piercing, but their weapons are basically made of alloy steel that can be regarded as +1 enchantment level.

As long as they are not knocked to the ground or exhausted, they can basically rely on a tight formation to resist enemies that are several times their number.

In addition, these soldiers were determined to die and showed no fear from beginning to end.

This undoubtedly dealt a huge psychological blow to the orcs who had originally thought they could easily slaughter their opponents.

A round of rapid revolver fire before the battle successfully created chaos.

"Damn it! Don't run! Come back here! Otherwise I'll chop off your heads!"

Obould Many-Arrow wielded his burning greatsword and hacked an orc deserter to death, then roared like a madman.

In order to win the priority to plunder towns after the war, the tribe he led rushed to the front, so the losses suffered were particularly heavy.

After seeing their companions' heads burst open and bloody holes appear on their bodies, some orc warriors' morale inevitably collapsed and they turned around and ran back. Even after executing several deserters, they could not be stopped.

Without his troops, the orc chieftain would lose his voice in the coalition.

Just when Obould Many-Arrows was feeling angry and helpless about his men's rout, he suddenly saw the young orc warrior he had recruited not long ago striding towards the phalanx formed by the human defenders, leaping up with a movement full of violent aesthetics, holding high his scarred warhammer with both hands.

Before he could react to what was happening, a dazzling flash of lightning suddenly came down from the sky and hit the hammer.

moment!

The originally black warhammer burst into a creepy and terrifying white light, and the huge force of thunder and lightning surrounded Thrall's body to form a ring.

Boom!!!! When the hammer fell, the whole earth was shaking violently!

Lightning flashed like silver snakes, raging within a radius of tens of meters and emitting deafening thunder!

After the lightning disappeared, a huge pit appeared within a radius of 30 meters with Sal as the center, as if it was formed by a meteorite impact.

As for the human soldiers within this range, without exception, they were all killed, and even their corpses were burnt into unrecognizable black carbonization.

As for the armor, it all melted into boiling liquid metal.

“You… who are you?!”

Even if Obould Manyarrows was stupid, he realized at this moment that the origin of this young orc warrior must be extraordinary, both he himself and the hammer in his hand.

"My name is Thrall, an orc warrior who has just joined your tribe. And as I said, I will prove myself in the upcoming battles."

Thrall slowly stood up from the deep pit, releasing the power of thunder and storm bestowed by Doomhammer without reservation.

He could feel that the elemental power in this world was far more abundant and powerful than that in Azeroth, as if it was connected to some infinite and inexhaustible source.

Just when Obould Many-Arrows was about to say something, he suddenly saw a human officer not far away rushing towards him and immediately shouted, "Watch out behind you!"

The next second, Thrall swung the Hammer of Destruction and smashed it over without even looking back.

Ding! When the front end of the long sword pierced the surface of the war hammer, the entire sword body suddenly bent to 90 degrees, and the sharp tip of the sword broke on the spot, emitting dazzling golden sparks.

Then, under the influence of huge inertia, it hit the armor on the chest directly, creating a deep hole.

"ah!!!!!!"

With a scream of pain, the human officer flew backwards, then fell heavily on his back, with a large amount of blood gushing out of his mouth and nose.

"I'm sorry, although your bravery is admirable, a clumsy sneak attack like this will not work on me. Now let me send you on your way."

As he spoke, Thrall raised the Doomhammer and smashed it down again.

The human officer turned into a headless corpse before he could even make a sound.

Because his head had been completely smashed by the heavy hammer.

Over the next few minutes, Thrall ruthlessly slaughtered the remaining defenders of Leicester Harbor, not stopping until the last human soldier was killed.

Through this devastating battle, he not only demonstrated his own strength, but also won the admiration and worship of countless orcs.

After all, worshipping the strong is a common trait among mortals, and this is especially true for a race like orcs who put strength above all else.

"Well done! From now on you are the second most important person in the tribe after me. I grant you the title of Champion Warrior."

Obould Manyarrows raised his arm and patted Thrall's shoulder, his eyes flashing with a very complicated light, including fear and dread, as well as unconcealable ecstasy.

Being cunning by nature, he knew very well that the appearance of such a powerful warrior in his tribe meant opportunities and challenges.

The opportunity is that if you can subdue Thrall and make him a loyal and capable subordinate, you can naturally annex other small tribes to strengthen yourself, and even one day be crowned king and establish an orc kingdom.

But the challenge is that if you cannot subdue Thrall, as his reputation continues to rise, he will sooner or later challenge the position of Chieftain.

It has always been the orcs' tradition to let the strongest warrior lead the tribe.

No orc chieftain can escape and can only fight.

After all, the teachings of the orc god Gruumsh advocate the survival of the fittest and encourage the strong to take away everything the weak have.

Therefore, the internal power changes within the Orc Tribe have always been full of blood and violence.

Every time a new chief takes office, it means the death of all the old chiefs and their male descendants, and only women who pose no threat can survive.

Obould Manyarrows had no confidence that he could win the final victory in a one-on-one duel.

"Thank you for your trust and promotion. I promise I will not let you down."

Thrall bowed his head slightly to show his submission to the chieftain to whom he was loyal.

Although his goal is to replace the other party, considering that he has just arrived and has not yet established a firm foothold, now is not the best time to seize power.

"Hahahaha! From the moment I saw you, I knew you were destined to be extraordinary!

As long as we work together, we will be able to build a true kingdom in our lifetime.

When I return, I will marry my most beloved daughter to you."

Seeing that Thrall did not challenge his authority, Obould Many-Arrows thought that his strategy of winning over Thrall had succeeded. He immediately laughed heartily while making promises.

But unfortunately, he had no idea that the young orc beside him had actually already held the supreme leader position like the Great Chief, and was definitely much more powerful and ruthless than any other chief in terms of knowledge and ruthlessness.

Therefore, low-level attempts to win over people are completely useless.

What Thrall really wants is not power, but freedom of soul and the ability to reshape the orcs' beliefs, thoughts, and social structure according to his own will.

Just as the defenders of Leicester Port were completely wiped out, the people were rushing to the docks to escape by boat, and the monster army was pouring into the town streets, ready to start burning, killing and looting, two black spots suddenly appeared in the distant space and grew larger at a very fast speed.

Before the people below could see clearly what the two black spots were, a bunch of smaller black spots flew out from above.

In less than two or three minutes, these small black dots turned into giant dragons rushing towards the ground from thousands of meters in the sky.

Sitting on the dragon's back was a knight holding a special magic weapon.

Needless to say, there is only one force in the entire continent of Faerun that possesses dragon knights of this scale, and that is the West Coast Empire ruled by Zuo Si.

Apparently, the Imperial Army stationed in Neverwinter discovered the situation in Leicester Harbor, so they dispatched two aerial gunboats to provide emergency rescue.

When giant dragons rushed into the battlefield and spewed out dragon breath with different attributes such as flames, lightning, strong acid, frost, and poisonous clouds from their mouths, the battle situation suddenly reversed.

After all, these were not just one or two dragons, but forty dragons on one gunboat and eighty on two.

And as they grow older, they are no longer underage dragons or young dragons, but truly adult dragons, at least in terms of size and breath power.

Therefore, every time a dragon flies over the monster army, it will instantly cause huge damage to the enemy, which is equivalent to a magic version of a heavy bomber licking the ground.

After just one round of attacks, the enemies who were in high spirits and wanted to plunder the port of Leicester collapsed and began to flee in all directions.

What a joke! There were dozens of giant dragons raging overhead. Anyone who wasn't a fool would know what to choose.

What's more, the knight on the dragon's back is no pushover either. He can swing the weapon in his hand that looks like a glowing spear to shoot out powerful chains of lightning at the ground.

Several sharpshooters tried to use enchanted arrows to shoot at the dragon, but they were discovered by the dragon rider and roasted by several lightning strikes.

The most terrible thing was that when the monster army began to retreat out of Leicester Harbor, the cannons on the gunboats above began to emit a deafening roar, and the shells fell like raindrops and exploded one after another among the crowd.

The terrifying shock waves and air waves directly knocked the surrounding evil creatures, including orcs, ogres, and gnolls, to the ground, and then they were engulfed by the flames rising into the sky.

"Damn it! How could this happen! Where did these dragons come from?"

A Jackal leader shouted in panic while dodging the bombardment from the gunboat.

"Don't ask me! How would I know? Those sinister and cunning dark elves and Deszel must be hiding something."

The orc leader who was passing by on his wolf couldn't help but utter a series of obscene curses.

Due to living in places like wilderness, mountains and dense forests for many years, most monsters have been isolated from the outside world for a long time, and their perception of changes in the external world is often seriously delayed.

Until now, there are still many monster tribes in the deep mountains and forests who are unaware of the establishment of the West Coast Empire, let alone the aerial gunboats and dragon knights, the two most powerful weapons possessed by the empire.

Just as the dragon knight was ruthlessly following and chasing the army of monsters on the ground, an orc holding a warhammer suddenly stood out.

He was none other than Sal, who had just become famous.

Thrall raised the Hammer of Destruction in his hand and began to summon the power of the wind element, forming a large mass of dark clouds in the sky above his head.

Soon after, strong winds began to blow around him, and the air currents spiraled upward at an extremely fast speed, eventually forming an extremely huge tornado with him as the center.

Not only that!

As the tornado grew faster and faster, the dark clouds overhead began to release devastating thunderstorms with roars.

When thunderstorms and tornadoes merge, a terrible storm is formed.

Even though the gunboats were equipped with magic to resist air currents, it was clearly not enough in the face of a storm of this magnitude.

So the captain ordered to stop the shelling and started to turn around and climb to escape the influence of the storm.

Because the weather was too bad, most of the dragons began to return to the flight deck of the gunboat.

After all, the rescue mission has been completed, and it doesn't matter whether those frightened monsters are killed or not.

But there are still a few blue dragons that are immune to lightning damage and are still enjoying the excitement of the massacre.

One of the dragons, which was at least half blue dragon, flipped over in mid-air against the hurricane, and then pounced straight at Thrall who was channeling the elemental power.

He had obviously noticed that it was the orc holding the warhammer who caused the storm, so he wanted to kill him and take away the warhammer containing powerful magical power.

But just as the dragon came into attack range, Thrall suddenly raised his other hand and made a grasping motion.

boom!!!!!!

A huge arm made of rock rose from the ground, grabbed the dragon with lightning speed, and then threw it to the ground fiercely.

In the face of such terrifying force, even the dragon was powerless to resist, and with a bang, a big hole was smashed in the muddy grass.

Just as the dragon and the dragon knight were dizzy from the fall, Thrall had already come over with Doomhammer in his hand. With one blow of the heavy hammer, he first smashed the dragon knight's helmet, causing a dent. Blood and brain matter flowed out from the gaps in the armor, staining the ground red.

Then he jumped high again, injected the power of fire element into the hammer in his hand and smashed it down on the dragon's head.

I saw a huge ball of high-temperature fire rising into the sky, completely covering the dragon's body.

One! Two!

Three times!

Accompanied by the sounds of hammers striking and skulls breaking, when the flames faded, Thrall was already standing on the dragon's unrecognizable corpse, his whole body covered in bright red dragon blood.

The orcs including Obould Manyarrows stopped running when they saw this shocking scene. They stood where they were, staring at the figure on the dragon's body, and soon began to roar like wild beasts.

Eventually these jagged roars converged into one word, a title that symbolized power and glory...

Dragon slayer!