Chapter 340 The Might of the Dragon Swarm, Rivers of Blood
Time did not slow down in the slightest because of the Iron Wall General's inner reaction, and the enemy's advance did not stop for a moment either.
The successive falls of the first and second outposts were like a death knell, each sound more urgent than the last.
As the distance closed, the colossal beast that had crushed all obstacles in its path finally emerged from the thick darkness, revealing its ferocious claws and fangs, and exposing its breathtaking true form.
The tall, agile centaur warriors, clad in heavy armor and wielding spears, stood in formation like a forest.
The heavy, massive ogre, with its bulging muscles resembling a moving hill and dragging a giant spiked club, let out a deep, muffled growl.
The werewolf commando team, their claws gleaming with a cold light, moving so fast they left afterimages, leaping and darting through the shadows;
A vast, dark army of jackals, kobolds, and lizardmen, their bloodthirsty howls filling the sky.
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The sheer number and quality of the enemy forces far exceeded the defenders' expectations.
At the same time, the dull, thunderous footsteps, the clanging of metal scraping together, and countless low, suppressed roars and howls converged to form a terrifying sound wave that shook the earth, assaulting the eardrums and nerves of everyone on the city wall.
"All soldiers! Cheer up! Hold your ground! Reinforcements will surely arrive!"
General Hamilton, the Iron Wall, puffed out his chest and forcefully drowned out the monsters' clamor below the city with his powerful voice imbued with the energy of a sacred oath.
"Magic Crystal Cannon Array - Load energy, prepare for alternating coverage fire!"
"Alchemy Golem Legion—Advance to the crenellations and establish a close-quarters defensive line!"
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"Knights of the Holy Oath—take your positions, and defend every inch of the city walls to the death!"
His calm and composed voice, as he issued the order, somewhat quelled the morale of the troops.
One military order after another fell like a hammer blow.
The energy patterns on the city wall shone like molten gold, and the barbs hummed and vibrated; the cannon muzzles shone with a blinding blue light, and the air buzzed due to the energy overload; the alchemical golems strode heavily up the crenellations, causing a roar like that of a giant beast; the armor of the paladins clanged as they stood guard on the city wall. They knew what they were facing, but the oath of the crown was etched into their bones, and retreat meant death!
"shooting!!"
The array of magic crystal cannons roared deafeningly, and the first salvo of light instantly tore through the silent night sky.
Dozens of beams of light, as thick as buckets, burst forth from the cannon muzzle, like divine spears of judgment, instantly illuminating the wilderness.
Wherever the beam of light passed, the orc slave phalanx at the forefront, serving as cannon fodder, was like snow being thrown into a steel furnace.
The orcs in the front row didn't even have time to utter a scream before they instantly vaporized and evaporated under the extreme heat.
Some of the stronger barbarian warriors at the rear were only grazed by the edge of the beam of light; their thick metal plate armor melted into molten iron, which horribly adhered to and carbonized the flesh beneath.
However, the casualties of these slaves were of no consequence to the Ironforge tribe.
"For the glory of the Iron King! Crush them!"
Karu pounded his chest, roared, and trampled over the charred corpses, shattering the ground like a cannonball as he charged toward the towering city walls.
He was met with a second wave of artillery fire.
Sensing the power of the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon, the commander of the Magic Crystal Cannon Array dared not be negligent and attempted to kill it.
Beams of light intertwined to form a net, covering the Dragon Vein Gluttonous Demon without leaving any blind spots.
However, faced with those unavoidable dangerous beams of light, the Dragon Vein Glutton simply raised its head and roared, choosing not to dodge and charging directly into them.
The beam of light fell upon his massive body covered in dragon scales.
The high temperatures that could vaporize orc slaves and melt their armor could only leave some charred marks on his body, without causing any effective damage.
Karu, who inherited the bloodline of the Red Dragon, has a high level of fire resistance.
The Iron Legion continued its advance. The ranged attacks from above did cause some trouble, but they could not stop its progress.
Soon, the monster army, like a tidal wave, officially arrived at the city gates.
The flashes of gunfire also clearly illuminated the enormous dragon shadow hovering low in the sky.
The greatest significance of the dragon's allies lies in drawing enemy fire and preventing the dragons from being subjected to indiscriminate concentrated fire.
As the legion drew near, the dragons were finally able to unleash their full power.
"You insignificant insects, turn to dust under the dragon's breath!"
Samantha the Red Dragon roared like thunder across the battlefield.
Unable to contain her boiling fighting spirit, she suddenly folded her wings and swooped down towards a section of the city wall.
As she drew near, the fine dragon scales on her throat suddenly glowed with complex alchemical runes.
This is an enhanced breath attack that she imitates the breath of her blood relatives, combined with her own warlock class abilities.
She opened her enormous mouth and spewed out a condensed, solid dragon breath, its color a deep white tinged with dark red.
The scorching torrent of destruction, like a divine whip, lashed fiercely at a magic crystal turret that was frantically spewing out energy.
However, the defensive runes engraved on the surface of the city wall all lit up to their maximum brightness almost the instant the attack hit.
A thick, hard, semi-transparent magical shield instantly materialized, brazenly meeting the red dragon's breath.
The shield trembled violently under the terrifying dragon breath, constantly caved inward and cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, but stubbornly did not break immediately!
Bang!
Samantha used the momentum of her dive to slam her head into the area with the most dense cracks in the shield.
The hard skull collided with the magical shield with a teeth-grinding sound, forcefully punching a huge hole in the shield.
But before she could continue to tear open the breach and expand her gains, the mage group behind the city wall had already made their move.
Numerous icy rays struck the red dragon's exposed head at the breach, the extreme cold energy spreading rapidly and instantly freezing it within a massive block of ice.
Samantha shook her dragon head in a rage, the powerful force shattering the covering ice crystals, sending ice fragments flying everywhere.
But in that brief moment of hesitation, a barrage of more and more attack spells rained down, forcing Samantha to retreat temporarily and pull the dragon's head out of the gap.
As soon as she stepped back, the gap in the shield healed and was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the other side.
Iron Dragon Sorog, Blue Dragon Heriam, and Red Dragon Cahill encountered similar situations.
They attempted to destroy the city walls first, opening a passage for the molten iron army on the ground, but the city's protective shield was extremely tough, managing to withstand the dragon's fierce attack for a short time.
General Hamilton, his face as taut as iron, stared intently at the four giant dragons circling overhead, searching for an opportunity.
He was ready.
If any dragon manages to forcefully attack the shield again and exposes a weakness, he will spare no effort to order all firepower to concentrate instantly and try to kill it in one fell swoop.
But to his dismay, the four dragons, after a round of probing attacks, did not continue their reckless assault on the shield; instead, they dispersed slightly in all directions.
That posture was not one of retreat.
It's more like they're waiting for something.
The paladin's heart suddenly clenched as if gripped by a giant hand, and he jumped hard!
An even larger dragon shadow spread its wings, which blotted out the sky, high above the firmament, blocking out the already thin moonlight and casting a suffocatingly deep shadow.
The light on the battlefield dimmed.
The soldiers instinctively looked up and were horrified to discover that, in addition to the four evil dragons, a terrifying dragon, majestic, ferocious, and extremely strong, seemingly the king of dragons, was also suspended in the higher night sky, which seemed to touch the stars.
Amidst the intense gaze of the crowd, the red iron dragon soared through the sky.
A surge of dark red flames erupted from the tips of his wings, and his speed began to increase, as if he were about to tear the sky apart and create a huge pressure cavitation.
Immediately afterwards, he abruptly changed direction and slightly folded his wings.
It transcends sound! It transcends the limits of visual perception!
His speed was unparalleled, transforming him into a true meteor from outer space as he fearlessly swooped down towards his target.
The guards on the city wall didn't even have time to react, let alone aim and fire.
In the blink of an eye, the ominous star of death was already upon them.
Time seemed to slow down infinitely at this moment.
Under the desperate gaze of all the defenders, the Red Iron Dragon's unbelievably massive body, like the most ferocious warhammer, crashed without any fancy moves into the seemingly indestructible large shield.
Buzz!!
The shield emitted a dense, ear-piercing cracking sound, like a torrential downpour, as it was overwhelmed.
The originally stable energy structure flickered wildly and erratically, gradually sinking, collapsing, and shattering!
Boom!
The deafening sonic boom finally sounded, like a thunderclap.
The next second, the Red Iron Dragon smashed through the shield, its heavy body crashing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of flying debris and thick dust.
A group of alchemical golems, each as tall as a ferocious beast and of different sizes, immediately rushed towards the dust-filled area.
A series of horrifying sounds, like metal being forcibly torn and twisted, echoed from within the dust, accompanied by flashes of intensely hot sparks. Large quantities of metallic limbs, gears, bearings, and pipe parts were flung out like garbage.
"Now! Follow me! For the Duchy! For glory!"
General Hamilton, the Iron Wall, let out a desperate roar and drew his greatsword, which shone with holy light.
He led his elite paladin guard, cutting like a sharp blade into the chaotic, dusty area.
They attempted to coordinate with the alchemical golem to surround and kill the dragon leader, who appeared to have temporarily fallen to the ground due to the impact.
Although he knew in his heart that the chances of success were pitifully slim, it was the only possible hope in this desperate situation.
The spellcaster team behind them did their utmost, casting buffs and protective barriers on the paladins, making these already incredibly resilient warriors even more difficult to kill.
On the other side.
The other dragons, of course, wouldn't just sit idly by and watch the show.
Samantha, the red dragon, roared excitedly once more, swooping down and unleashing a torrent of intense, enhanced dragon breath upon the eastern section of the city wall.
The gunners were barely recovering from the shock of the dragon leader's sudden appearance and had no time to react effectively.
The steel-cast walls groaned shrilly, the magic crystal turrets twisted and deformed under the high temperature, and the gunners' bodies were instantly carbonized, leaving only charred handprints on the molten cannons.
Immediately afterwards, Samantha used the momentum of her dive to slam her head hard into the already deformed and fragile wall.
Boom!!!
The huge gap was smashed open, and debris and flames flew everywhere!
The Holy Slash!
A paladin squad leader charged forward against the flying debris and scorching dragon flames.
The greatsword, gleaming with brilliant holy light and carrying her life's conviction, struck Samantha's forelimb dragon arm with tremendous force.
The sacred energy clashed violently with the dragon scales, producing a sizzling sound like burning, tearing the scales apart and leaving a bleeding wound.
BOOM!!!
Samantha, in pain and enraged, swung her claws and sent the paladin flying like a rag doll.
But she immediately noticed that an invisible chain-like light flashed across the paladin's body, connecting him to the other soldiers behind him.
The Chain of Protection links you with teammates to reduce and share the damage they receive.
Although the paladin who was knocked away had his armor severely dented and was spitting blood, he was not fatally injured. He struggled to his feet and charged at Samantha again.
At the same time, more paladins, knights, and warriors came from all directions to attack.
The red dragon's lips curled into a smile.
She suddenly flapped her wings, and her enormous body soared straight into the sky without hesitation.
Instead of continuing the fight, she used her absolute mobility advantage as a dragon to pounce on other areas with relatively weak defenses, continuing her destructive feast and wreaking havoc.
The anti-air formations deployed throughout the Quenching Highlands had already been fully activated, but they failed to pull these terrifying dragons to the ground.
The dragons of the Ironforge tribe are by no means foolish beasts; each one is equipped with advanced counter-alchemy tools at great expense, which can greatly exempt them from the effects of various anti-air formations.
Iron Dragon Sorog set his sights on the western city wall.
The dense barrage of armor-piercing crossbow bolts and magic crystal beams covered his original position, but only pierced through a gradually dissipating phantom.
His true form had already appeared beneath the city walls via short-range psionic teleportation.
The enormous dragon claw slammed down on the base of the city wall.
Spell-like skill - Metal Resonance!
The entire section of the city wall was like a tuning fork being struck by a giant hammer. The high-frequency vibrations caused the defenders to bleed from their ears and noses, their internal organs to rupture, and the barbs and magic patterns attached to the city wall to crumble inch by inch.
Bang! The iron dragon swung its claws and tail, smashing the western city wall.
The spellcaster, who was constructing the spell, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head and his mind became slightly scattered before the spell was completed. He was then forced to stop constructing the spell and suffered a severe backlash.
In some ways, mind sorcerers are the bane of spellcasters.
Unless prepared in advance, ordinary spellcasters will find it difficult to successfully cast spells against a mind sorcerer.
Rumble!
On the other side of the sky, the sky had already been completely shrouded by rolling dark clouds.
Thick bolts of lightning, as powerful as dragons and dazzlingly bright, struck down one after another, like divine punishment, crashing down on the defending troops on the city wall.
The blue dragon Heriam gracefully circled in the storm clouds, each flap of its wings drawing forth raging lightning.
His body crackled with electricity as he skillfully manipulated the storm, unleashing one wide-ranging chain lightning and thunderstorm spell after another on the most densely populated areas of the defenders.
Snap—Bang!
The young and warlike red dragon Cahill, her face filled with bloodthirsty excitement, chose the most direct and violent method—charging straight into the alchemical golem army.
The golem's heavy fists, cutting blades, and energy beams rained down on her relentlessly.
The hard dragon scales were torn open, and scalding dragon blood gushed out continuously.
But the injuries and pain only fueled her rage. She roared deafeningly, her body swelling with fury as she grabbed, tore apart, and cruelly dismantled the heavy steel structures with her bare hands, as if they were children's toys.
The dragons' rampage caused the city walls to collapse and crumble, rendering them defenseless.
The monster torrent of the Iron Legion surged into the interior through countless breaches, like a flood bursting its banks.
Centaurs' iron hooves mercilessly crushed the enemy's chests, werewolves' claws precisely ripped out beating hearts, and ogres swung their giant spiked clubs, smashing soldiers who couldn't dodge into mincemeat... The defenders of the Tempered Heights were completely unable to mount an effective resistance, and the balance of the war tilted completely, showing a one-sided trend.
Tear!
A knight captain, covered in blood, swung his greatsword with all his might and beheaded the werewolf that lunged at him.
He was breathing heavily, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the very center of the stronghold—the area shrouded in thick dust.
He could only vaguely see a scale or a claw of the red iron dragon, the tragic silhouettes of the paladins wielding their swords in a desperate charge, and faintly hear the terrifying roars, howls, and the sound of metal tearing apart that emanated from within.
The knight captain prayed silently in his heart, hoping that General Ironwall could create a miracle and lead the most elite paladins to kill the dragon leader.
In that case, there might still be a glimmer of hope for this battle.
BOOM!!!
Just then, a muffled, loud bang came from the center of the dust.
Immediately afterwards, a figure shot backward, crashing violently into a pile of ruins.
His armor was completely twisted and deformed, his body was covered in blood, and a huge gash had been torn open in his chest by a terrifying force, so much so that you could even see his heart beating slightly through the broken bones.
The knight captain's pupils suddenly contracted, and his movements abruptly froze.
He could see it clearly.
That figure was none other than the Ironclad General, Paladin Hamilton, on whom he placed his last hope.
call out--!
A sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out from his side! The knight captain instinctively raised his sword to parry, but a heavy lance several meters long had already passed through the gap in his defense.
The lance pierced his breastplate without any resistance and went through his body.
A muscular, agile centaur warrior coldly swung his spear, sending the corpse flying, and charged toward the next enemy without stopping.
"Cough...cough cough..."
General Hamilton, the Iron Wall General, lay amidst the ruins, coughing up mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs.
He let out a roar of unwilling anger, and the remaining holy oath energy within his body surged wildly, transforming into a phantom crown that cleansed and healed his near-death injuries.
He struggled, grabbed the greatsword that had fallen beside him, and continued charging toward the dust-shrouded area.
The red iron dragon's massive tail swept across like a battle axe, severing three alchemical golems that tried to stop him in half. The internal gears and pipes were sprayed out like a torrential rain, and the splashed black oil was ignited by the high temperature, bursting into a raging fire.
General Iron Wall leaped high into the air, his greatsword gleaming with holy light over ten meters long, and slashed towards the Red Iron Dragon's neck.
The red iron dragon had just slammed its claws together, smashing the two paladins who were trying to restrain it into a bloody pulp.
Faced with the Iron Wall General's attack, he didn't even turn around. He simply raised one of his dragon wings and flapped it back quickly and fiercely, as if swatting a fly.
Bang!
General Ironwall was sent flying back at several times the speed of his arrival. The Holy Oath Crown he had just formed shattered, and almost all the bones in his body broke under the blow. He crashed heavily to the ground once again, embedding himself deeply into the ruins.
But unlike before.
This time, he couldn't get up; he was completely lifeless and died in battle.
The Holy Slash!
Another blood-soaked paladin channeled his last bit of energy into his sword, unleashing a vicious slash that struck the red iron dragon's hind leg.
However, this strike, imbued with life and faith, left only a shallow white mark on the thick dragon scales.
Its power was so weak that it seemed as if the dragon on the other side belonged to the good side.
The red iron dragon raised its hind legs and stomped down, crushing and killing the paladin who had ambushed it.
Just a few breaths later.
Red Iron Dragon flapped its wings, whipping up a gust of wind that dispersed the surrounding dust and smoke, revealing its massive, ferocious body, seemingly born for battle, along with the scattered corpses, twisted golem remains, and still-burning ruins all around.
The defending troops, who had put up a last-ditch resistance, had their morale plummet to rock bottom and collapsed.
The surviving soldiers began to scatter and flee in disarray, or desperately dropped their weapons and knelt down to surrender. The few stubborn ones who were still roaring and fighting were quickly overwhelmed and swallowed up by the surging waves of monsters.
As time passed, the deafening sounds of fighting, explosions, and roars on the battlefield gradually subsided.
The battle for Quenching Highlands, aimed at reclaiming lost territory and announcing the return of the Ironforge tribe, finally came to an end as the last wisp of smoke dissipated.
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