“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 orderly 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.
原因很简单！ 萨尔占据的这具兽人身体其年龄还没有超过十六岁，因此看上去身材还有些单薄，远不像其他壮年兽人那样硕壮。
但萨尔没有做出任何回应，仅仅只是跟在酋长后面不停地向前奔跑。
没有人比他更清楚在一个力量至上的原始部族社会中，成千上万句的语言都比不上一次实际行动来得有用。
尽管他很佩服这些人类士兵的勇敢与壮烈，但并不意味着会手下留情。
恰恰相反！
他需要用对方的死亡来证明自己，进而赢得其他兽人的尊重，然后往上爬获得更高的地位、更多的权力。
由于是双向奔赴的关系，两边很快就进入到了弓弩等武器的射程范围。
不过怪物大军这边显然并没有使用弓弩的打算，而是直接放莱斯特港的守军冲到近前。
在他们看来，对付这点敌人哪里还用得上弓弩，直接让前锋的兽人和食人魔碾压过去就完了。
可这个轻敌的决定立马就让怪物大军付出了惨重的代价。
只见军官冲到近前之后并没有立刻接战，而是命令手下来了个急停，随后齐刷刷掏出西海岸帝国生产的左轮手枪，二话不说就是一顿密集的火力输出。
一阵噼里啪啦的响声过后，冲在最前头的兽人战士立马倒下了四百多人。
如此突然且快速的死伤导致前锋出现了巨大的混乱，从未见过火器的怪物们开始变得恐惧且迟疑不前。
人类军官见状马上抓住机会冲进兽人前锋混乱的阵型中大杀特杀，彻底搅乱对方的指挥系统。
要知道战争很多时候比拼的并不是单纯的数量，而是双方军队的组织度、纪律、士气、武器装备等众多因素。
而在这方面，莱斯特港的守军显然才是占据优势的一方。
他们不仅有可以有效抵挡挥砍和穿刺的半身甲和头盔，武器也基本都是可以被视作+1附魔等级的合金钢制品。
只要没有被掀翻在地或是力竭，基本可以凭借紧密阵型来抵挡数倍与自己的敌人。
除此之外，这些士兵都抱着必死的决心，从始至终没有半点畏惧。
这无疑对原本以为可以轻松虐杀对手的兽人造成了巨大心理打击。
接战前的一轮左轮手枪速射更是成功制造了混乱。
“该死！不许跑！都给我回来！否则我要砍掉你们的脑袋！”
奥伯德·众箭挥舞燃烧巨剑砍死了一个兽人逃兵，随后像疯了一样的厉声咆哮。
为了赢得战后劫掠城镇的优先权，他所率领的部族冲在最前头，所以遭受的损失也格外大。
部分兽人战士在亲眼目睹身边的同伴脑袋突然开花、身上多出一个个血洞，不可避免的士气当场崩溃掉头就往后面跑，哪怕处决了好几个逃兵都拦不住。
如果没有了手下的军队，那么兽人酋长就会失去在联军中的话语权。
就在奥伯德·众箭对手下的溃逃感到愤怒和无助的时候，突然看到那个自己前不久才收下的年轻兽人战士大踏步的冲向人类守军构建的方阵，以一种充满暴力美学的动作一跃而起，双手高举满是伤痕的战锤。
还没等他来得及反应过来发生了什么，天空中一道刺眼的电光便啪的一声霹了下来，刚好打在锤子上。
瞬间！
原本黑不溜秋的战锤绽放出令人毛骨悚然的恐怖白光，巨大的雷电之力环绕在萨尔的身体周围形成了一个环状带。
轰！！！！！！！ 当锤子落下来的刹那，整个大地都在激烈的震颤！
一道道闪电就如同银蛇般在半径数十米的范围内肆虐并发出震耳欲聋的雷鸣！
等电光消失之后，以萨尔为中心半径三十米范围内出现了一个宛如陨石撞击才会形成的大坑。
至于那些在这个范围内的人类士兵，无一例外全部死了个精光，就连尸体都被烧焦到难以辨认的黑色碳化物。
至于盔甲则全部融化成了滚烫的液态金属。
“你……你究竟是谁？！”
奥伯德·众箭此刻就算再傻也意识到这个年轻的兽人战士的来历肯定不一般，不管是他本人还是手上那柄战锤都是如此。
“我叫萨尔，一个刚刚加入您部族的兽人战士。而且我说过，会在接下来的战斗中证明自己。”
萨尔缓缓从深坑中站起来，毫无保留释放着毁灭之锤所赋予的雷霆与风暴之力。
他能感觉到，这个世界元素力量要远比艾泽拉斯更充沛、更加强大，仿佛连接着某个无穷无尽取之不尽用之不竭源头。
就在奥伯德·众箭还想要说点什么的时候，突然看到不远处的人类军官径直冲了过来，立马大喊道：“小心背后！”
下一秒，萨尔头也不回的抡起毁灭之锤砸了过去。
铛！ 当长剑的前端刺中战锤表面的刹那，整个剑身顿时弯曲成了九十度，最前端锋利的剑尖更是当场崩断迸发出耀眼的金色火花。
随后在巨大的惯性作用下径直撞击胸前的盔甲，直接砸出一个深凹下去的大坑。
“啊！！！！！！”
伴随着痛苦的惨叫，人类军官径直向后飞了出去，然后重重的仰面朝天摔倒在地，从嘴巴和口鼻中喷涌出大量的鲜血。
“抱歉，虽然你的勇敢很令人钦佩，但像这种拙劣的偷袭对我没用。现在就让我来送你们上路吧。”
说着，萨尔再一次举起毁灭之锤砸了下去。
人类军官甚至没来得及发出什么声音就变成了一具无头的尸体。
因为他的脑袋已经被沉重的战锤彻底打烂。
在接下来的几分钟时间里，萨尔对剩下的莱斯特港守军进行了毫不留情的屠戮，直至将最后一个人类士兵杀死才停下来。
通过这场摧枯拉朽的战斗，他不仅展示了自己所拥有的力量，同样也赢得了无数兽人敬仰和崇拜。
毕竟崇拜强者是凡人的共性，而像兽人这种力量至上的种族更是如此。
“干得不错！从现在开始你就是部族中仅次于我的二号人物了。我赐予你冠军勇士的头衔。”
奥伯德·众箭抬胳膊拍了拍萨尔的肩膀，眼神中闪烁着十分复杂的光芒，既又恐惧和忌惮、也有掩饰不住的狂喜。
因为生性狡猾的他很清楚，自己的部族中出现了这样一个强大的战士意味着机遇跟挑战。
机遇是如果能收服萨尔成为忠心耿耿的得力部下，自然可以吞并其他的小部族来壮大自身，甚至是有朝一日加冕为王建立一个兽人王国。
但挑战是如果不能收服萨尔，随着声望的不断提升，对方迟早会向酋长的位置发起挑战。
让最强大的战士来领导部落是兽人一直以来的传统。
任何兽人酋长都不能逃避只能应战。
毕竟兽人主神格乌什的教义就是推崇弱肉强食，鼓励强者去夺走弱者所拥有的一切。
所以兽人部落的内部权力更迭向来都充满了血腥跟暴力。
每一个新酋长上位都意味着老酋长及其男性血亲后代的全部死亡，只有没什么威胁的女人才能活下来。
奥伯德·众箭可没有自信能在一对一的决斗中赢得最后的胜利。
“感谢您的信任和提拔，我发誓不会令您失望的。”
萨尔微微低下头向自己效忠的酋长表示了臣服。
虽然他的目标就是取代对方，但考虑到自己初来乍到立足未稳，眼下并不是夺权的最好时机。
“哈哈哈哈！ 我从看见你的那一刻起就知道你注定不凡！
只要我们携手合作，必然能在有生之年建立一个真正的王国。
等回去之后我就把最心爱的女儿嫁给你。”
看到萨尔并没有挑战自己的权威，奥伯德·众箭还以为自己的拉拢计策成功了，立马发出一阵豪爽的大笑同时还不忘画饼。
但遗憾的是他根本不清楚，自己身边这个年轻的兽人其实早就已经做过大酋长这样的最高领袖位置，论见识和腹黑手狠绝对比任何一个酋长都要厉害得多。
所以像低级的拉拢完全没有半点用处。
萨尔真正想要的东西并不是权力，而是灵魂的自由，以及按照自己意志重塑兽人的信仰、思想和社会结构。
就在莱斯特港的守军全军覆没、民众争先恐后涌向码头想要乘船逃走，怪物大军浩浩荡荡涌入城镇街道准备开始烧杀抢掠的时候，远处的太空中突然出现了两个黑点并以极快的速度越变越大。
还没等下边的人看清楚这两个黑点究竟是什么东西，一堆更小的黑点便从上边飞了出来。
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!