Ember Dragon

Deep in the High Forest, the Court of Serenya.

The clear sound of birds chirping was heard.

A bird with pure white wings was seen flying over the lakeside in the early morning light. It flew through the dense forest and finally landed lightly in the palace, bringing news from the north.

On the windowsill deep in the royal court, the crowned elven queen stretched out her arms, allowing the bird to perch on her slender hands and occasionally take the letter from its mouth.

Catherine patted the bird's wings and smiled gently: "Thank you. Go back and thank everyone in the Harper Alliance for me."

The bird flapped its wings and flew into the sky, blending into the azure sky. However, it disappeared in the air in an instant, leaving behind only a few spotless white feathers.

Catherine then opened the letter in her hand and browsed the message in it. Soon, she covered her mouth lightly, shock and panic revealed in her beautiful eyes.

She raised her head, looked towards the north, and muttered to herself: "How is this possible?"

Outside the door, a half-elf female general wearing light armor and looking heroic walked quickly and asked with concern: "Your Majesty, what happened?"

Catherine turned around and said, "Rhea, you're here just in time. The latest information from the Harper Alliance is that the Mountain Kingdom has been destroyed."

Rhea's pupils suddenly trembled: "What? Who did it?"

Catherine said helplessly: "Who else could it be? Of course it's the Burning Embers Empire. They occupied Avenderdan on the pretext of eliminating the threat of orcs. What a ridiculous reason."

Rhea frowned, "Where is the Lord of the Mountain, Ed?"

Catherine sighed, "He died heroically in the siege. It is said that he was killed by a dragon's follower."

Suddenly, Rhea took a breath of cold air. She knew very well the strength of the Lord of the Mountain - he was definitely a powerful person at the peak of the legendary level. Even she herself did not have a 100% chance of winning.

The red dragon actually sent out only one of its followers to kill Ed completely! This shows the strength of the Burning Empire!

"And this is not the end. After the death of the Lord of the Mountain, the patron saint of the shield dwarves, Dumathoin, came to the world, and the emperor of the Burning Empire was also summoned to start a world-shaking battle."

However, Katherine continued: "Eventually, Dumathoin left the Material Plane, and Avenderdain was captured by the Burning Empire."

After saying that, Catherine handed the letter in her hand to Rhea.

"This, this is really..."

Rhea quickly took the letter and quickly read it several times. After confirming that the information was complete, she said in a deep voice: ".Incredible."

You know, that's a god!
Even the incarnations of the gods possessed power and might that mortals could not imagine. Those who despised theocracy would perish, but that red dragon could actually force back a god!
In an instant, the guess hidden in Rhea's heart was shaken.

How could a young dragon that was born only a few decades ago have the strength to fight against gods?
Maybe, maybe the lawful neutral red dragon in her memory had long died in the mountains, and the Burning Emperor was a genuine ancient evil dragon who had existed for a long time.
Catherine smiled bitterly, shook her head, then came to the window, held her cheek and sighed, "Yes, it's incredible.

The dwarven kingdom that had formed a sacred alliance with our Serenia and lasted for thousands of years was destroyed in just a few days. It was simply a joke."

Rhea said seriously, "Your Majesty, I have told you that this world has become turbulent. It is simply impossible for us elves to bury ourselves in the depths of the forest and become ostriches."

Catherine nodded in response: "Rhea, you rushed here this time, maybe to persuade me to launch a coup."

"You guessed correctly, Your Majesty." Rhea's voice became anxious.

"After the fall of the Mountain Kingdom, this matter has become urgent. If we don't launch a coup, those old-fashioned people in the Senate will lead the Moon Elves into the abyss!
Your Majesty, the Mountain Kingdom has been destroyed. Who will become the next prey of the greedy dragon? When the day comes when disaster strikes Serenya, it will be too late. "

"Okay, I agree."

"What, you." Rhea was a little surprised.

After all, Rhea had tried to persuade him several times before but to no avail.

The Elf Queen has always been hesitant and reluctant to launch a coup, always feeling that she is not well prepared.

Catherine looked at Rhea, her hands clenched around the silver crescent pendant on her chest, her lavender eyes revealing an extremely firm belief.

"Goddess of the Moon, Sehanine, we have been planning for too long. It is time to put an end to the rule of those outdated people."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Rhea half-knelt down and said excitedly, "The Harper Alliance will send hundreds of extraordinary people and three legendary strongmen as reinforcements.

The Silver Moon Followers Legion has also been prepared, and every member is absolutely loyal to you. As long as the holy day comes, we can attack the holy tree at any time.

And Master Trafallo of the Mathematical Order, he promised to send twenty silver-robed wizards."

Catherine said, "By the way, Rhea, do you still know the ancient golden dragon Titus known as the 'Wing of Dawn'?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, Lord Titus is also a strong and fair man." Rhea answered truthfully.

"Invite him as well."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

This is far more than a coup - it's a war, a war that we must win. The powerful golden dragon should be able to provide us with a lot of help.

On that holy day, the dark clouds hanging over Serenya will finally dissipate, and the sacred moonlight will once again shine upon the land."

Catherine raised her head and looked at the magnificent and towering sacred tree in the distance, an unprecedented light shining in her violet pupils.

Turbulent times are coming.

And she will lead Serenya and her elven people to find a bright new path that belongs to them in this turbulent world full of war.

But the Elf Queen never imagined that her casual words would be the beginning of inviting a wolf into the house.

Ugo steppe.

The vast grassland was almost covered in green, but it was not the light green mixed with yellow weeds, but an extremely rich, sickening dark green.

Green mushrooms grew in dense patches, greedily absorbing the energy of the earth and turning everything they could touch into nutrients for breeding orcs.

"Crack." Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of the film breaking under the mushroom caps, followed by a sudden bulge of the soil pile, and then a pair of dark green hands broke out of the soil, their skin surface covered with mucus.

I saw strong and ferocious orcs crawling out from the ground. Soon, these "newborns" adapted to the external environment. They all looked up to the sky and howled, making a wild and angry roar that resounded through the sky.

"WAAAGH!!!"

In just a moment, hundreds of orcs were born on the grassland. The reproduction rate was simply outrageous, but the grassland where they were born had been plundered and turned into barren sand.

Then, these newly born orcs instinctively ran along the black river, rushing towards the valley like a tide.
"Very good, very good, hahahaha, we have more and more warriors! The Red Blood Tribe has never been so prosperous! Praise the Father God Gruumsh!" Solo stood on the top of the hill, laughing wildly.

At this moment, the orc chief has become even more ferocious and has long exceeded the genetic limits of the orcs.

He was a burly man with muscular build, nearly six meters tall, wearing an ugly armor made of various scrap copper, iron and beast scales, painted with various colors of oil paint, and had huge claws on his hands.

After being transformed by some mysterious force, the originally taciturn temporary chief changed his temperament drastically and became increasingly manic.

In fact, not only him, but all the orcs became stronger, more keen on fighting, and more fearless of death, and could be called biological weapons.

Solo looked around and saw a crowd of people, constant noise, and a foul smell rising to the sky. The valley was actually filled with green-skinned orcs! Their number was difficult to estimate.

If such a torrent of orcs appeared before them, the dwarves would probably tremble in fear. Solo had already imagined an extremely beautiful scene in his mind.

He seemed to have seen the dwarves being torn to pieces by the beast tide, with corpses strewn all over the ground, and he was leading the orcs cheering on the top of Avendeldan.

How wonderful it would be! He would fulfill the long-cherished wish of his tribe for thousands of years and become a hero of the orcs!

In this case, even if Batu were to be resurrected, seeing such a scene, he would probably bow his head respectfully and call him "Chief"!
Thinking of this, Solo became more and more proud, and even the fishy saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"We already possess such a powerful force, and we deserve more living space. The great orc Gewush has endowed us with the natural power of plunder!

We are born to wage war, to prey on the weak, to take everything from them!"

The orc chieftain raised his giant claw high and roared, "My people, do you want to capture Avendeldan and kill all those damn dwarves?"

"miss you!"

"WAAGH!"

"Great, there's a fight! I'm going to smash those little dwarves into meat patties!"

Suddenly, an orc riding a warg came from a distance, shouting: "Master Chief! Master Chief!! Avendeldan has fallen! The Mountain Kingdom is destroyed!"

"what?"

Solo was stunned. He felt bewildered and shocked at first. He hadn't even set out on the expedition yet, so how did Avenderdan fall?

No, it's not him! It's not even the orcs!
Afterwards, the orc chieftain felt extremely ashamed and angry: "Who did it? Who did it? That is our orc land!
How could they occupy Avendeldan before us? This is a naked humiliation! It is a provocation to the great orcs!"

The orc messenger replied: "Yes, it is the Burning Empire!"

"boom!"

In a rage, Solo punched the rock at his feet, causing debris to fly everywhere and creating a huge hole.

"Damn you, those dwarven bastards! It's the Burning Empire again! Not only did they kill our envoys, they also seized the credit that should have belonged to me and the orcs!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Solo swung out several more punches in anger, and the hill wailed and was covered with cracks.

The orc chieftain was so angry because the Burning Empire had so easily accomplished what the orcs had failed to accomplish for thousands of years - occupying Avendeldan.

You should know that Avender is known as the "City That Never Falls" and is the capital of the shield dwarves.

For thousands of years, the dwarves and orcs have fought fiercely over this city. Millions of orcs are estimated to have died there, and there is even a river of bones in the valley of the Road of Glory.

But in the end, the first to seize Avondeldan was the Burning Empire that appeared out of nowhere. How could Solo not be angry!
"Kill them all!"

"Grab them all!"

"Let's go get Avenderdan back!"

The green-skinned orcs below were also outraged and roared in unison, even though many of them had just been born and did not understand what "Avendeldan" and the "Burning Empire" were.

But they could hear one thing: a fight was about to start!
In just one month, millions of green-skinned orcs have multiplied on the Ugo grassland. They swept across the entire grassland like a swarm of locusts, eating up everything they could see - whether it was grass, wild beasts or monsters.

Now, what these orcs desire most is a hearty and reckless war that can allow them to vent the desire for killing in every cell of their bodies.

Solo's eyes were bloodshot, he pulled out the spear beside him, raised it high, and roared: "Since the Gaoshan Kingdom has been destroyed, our next target is the Burning Empire!
We heard their emperor is a dragon, so we'll chop off the head of that giant reptile and make it into decorations! Break off his wings and make a tent, and remove his limbs and tail and stew them into broth!

For Father Gruumsh!"

"WAAGH!!"

"For Father Gruumsh!"

"Destroy the Burning Empire!"

"Hahahaha! I want to taste what the flesh and blood of this giant dragon tastes like!"

Upon hearing the news of the war, these green-skinned orcs immediately burst into cheers and roars again. The atmosphere was so warm that it was as if they were attending a feast.

The orc spores filled the valley. As they gathered together, the green-skinned orcs' eyes were bloodshot.
Just like the principle of locust plague, when the green orcs reach a certain number and gather together and are ready to start a war, they will secrete and release a variety of chemical toxins in their bodies, causing genetic mutations.

These orcs will become even wilder, more violent, and even insensitive to pain, transforming into complete biological weapons - this is the "beast tide" that will make all things tremble in the future.

But these orcs don't know that they are about to become experimental subjects for the Burning Empire to test new weapons. (End of this chapter)