Throne of the North.

Chapter 326: Orc Invasion! Warthog Carrying the Mountain
The north of the Andara Kingdom.

On a mountain where cold winds were blowing, the top of the mountain was covered with snow that had not melted for hundreds of years. Hernan, wearing a king's robe, stood on the top of the mountain with cold eyes and endless anger.

He looked to the south, and his gradually erupting anger frightened the monster behind him with a werewolf's body and Baron Williams' head.

"Your Highness..."

He called out, and since His Highness Hernan's will took the dominant position, he became even more frightened.

His voice seemed to have triggered a switch in Hernan's body. The prince of the kingdom gnashed his teeth and said ferociously as if he was biting something:

"That is my throne, that is my kingdom, and I am the king of this land."

"Damn Dawn, damn McReynolds, how dare you steal my throne and my land to build a kingdom!"

"Mine, all mine! That seat should have been occupied by me, not that bastard McPherson!!!"

"This is my kingdom. My kingdom will never be desecrated by anyone."

"I will take back everything that belongs to me..."

His roaring voice gradually became hoarse and echoed on the top of the mountain. The sea of ​​clouds above his head seemed to sense his emotions. Amid the wind and clouds, a huge shadow enveloped the earth.

Boom! ! !
More than a dozen mountains collapsed, revealing a road. Then a large group of ferocious warthog orcs appeared behind Hernan and prostrated themselves on the ground in awe in front of him.

Once upon a time, there were many alien tribes in this land who served the great existence Surtur. Most of them were submerged and frozen in the disaster coming from the north, but there were also a small number of them that persisted and developed into powerful tribes.

Warthog orcs are one of them.

"Take back my land and kingdom!"

Hernan's voice became neither male nor female, as if another being spoke with his will. All the orcs who heard it became crazy for their blood and rushed towards the southern territory of the Andara Kingdom.

……

Do you pray that Hernan in the north will cause trouble, causing this place to fall into a stalemate again, and then you can gain the legendary factor?

Commander Farrell felt that this matter was more difficult than robbing Otto's wealth. Before, Pastor Soto had shattered the god of the Twilight Heaven alone. Now, there was not only Commander Eiffel, but also a man in red.

As long as Hernan is not stupid...

bang bang bang! ! !
Ryan knocked on the door of Legion Commander Farrell and looked at the Violent Elephant Legion Commander with shining eyes.

"Just yesterday, orcs from the north moved south. Hundreds of thousands of orcs invaded the border of the Andara Kingdom. Their leader was Hernan."

"yesterday?"

Commander Farrell was a little shocked. Isn't this the day when King McPherson of the Andara Kingdom is crowned?

"Yes, yesterday, our Hernan still hoped to be unexpected."

Farrell's eyes lit up, but Ryan stopped him.

"We still don't know whether Hernan is incompetent and furious or if he really has the confidence. Now we need to wait and see."

"If it was just an orc invasion, the Church might not give much support, but if it was an invasion led by Representative Hernan, the Yulong Legion would probably have to take direct action."

"Only the outcome of the war between dawn and dusk can determine whether it is an opportunity or not."

Legion Commander Farrell nodded and looked at Ryan.

"Why do you care so much, Baron Ryan?"

Ryan laughed and looked at the legion commander in front of him and said:

"Knight Farrell, you don't think that you are the only one who is qualified to receive the gift of legend, right? What if I am the biggest winner in this legendary dispute?"

Farrell's eyes widened, then he shook his head in disbelief.

"Only the extraordinary at the peak of the Holy Domain are qualified to touch that opportunity of inspiration. Do you have a peak Holy Domain under your command?"

Is there still such a thing? Ryan blinked, but it didn't matter, he had the panel.

He did not forget that during the war in the North Wind Province, he had gained a trace of the power of "Ashes".

……

Under the threat from the north, no matter what kind of land it is, the south is always warm and desirable.

So when the orcs destroyed hundreds of miles of land with great force, the Andara Kingdom still did not organize a legion for defense.

There are three reasons.

The first reason is naturally that no one would have thought that the orcs would suddenly invade from the south.

The second is that there are too many problems in the royal family of the Andara Kingdom, which has caused the royal family to be immersed in the death of the old king and the turmoil in the royal family until now. The new king has just been crowned, and it has not been a day yet. The king’s power cannot be transmitted to every inch of land so quickly.

The third one is the most important. The previous war consumed too many resources and population. Now that spring plowing is just around the corner, the nobles no longer trust the royal family, and they also need population to alleviate all the losses in their territories in the war.

You know, the nobles suffered huge losses after fighting for so long, but after the king died and the war ended, they didn't get any benefits.

The huge deficit made the nobles' scalps tingle. Even if the king's order came, how many troops could they gather in these few days to fight against the orcs?

Not to mention anything else, the extraordinary legions of various nobles suffered heavy losses.

"Your Majesty, let the Feather Dragon Legion fight against the Warthogs. There is really no army to gather in our territory."

The nobles cried in front of the king, which made the young Macpherson believe it. He never thought that this was actually the result of his power as king no longer being majestic.

He went to see Raymond, the Cardinal of the Vatican.

The Holy See needed to rebuild the Kingdom of Andara, and after careful consideration, it did not reject the king's request.

Soon, the Feathered Dragons set out north to aid the followers of the Dawn in their fight against evil.

This legion is powerful and extremely fast. The extraordinary legion composed of Asian dragons can crush more than 99% of the extraordinary troops. In less than half an hour, more than 3,000 feather dragons and feather dragon knights appeared on the battlefield in the north where orcs were raging.

"Kill them all!"

Eiffel did not bring out all the Feather Dragons because the cost would be huge. He believed that three thousand Feather Dragon Legion soldiers would be enough to deal with hundreds of thousands of invading orcs.

The answer didn't seem to be too far out of the scope. Three thousand feather dragons and the feather dragon riders who released divine magic were slaughtering the running hog orcs on the ground wantonly. They fell from the sky, and every time they took off again, they would take the lives of hundreds of hog orcs.

This is the Feathered Dragon Legion, one of the ten extraordinary legions of the Holy See. Their existence has caused countless powerful lives on the continent to despair. Dozens of giant dragons have fallen in front of the Feathered Dragon Legion.

Feathered dragons descended from the sky, their huge bodies were a symbol of their power. Three thousand feathered dragons kept landing and flying over the land. They blocked out the sky more than hundreds of thousands of hog orcs.

The orcs were no match at all, and this scene made the people behind Hernan in the distance look ugly.

"Your Highness, the Yulong Legion once set a record of cutting off a group of volcanoes. They are far more powerful than these warthogs."

Williams said this. If Hernan hadn't been in front of him, he would have been ready to run away. He wouldn't have survived for five minutes if he encountered three thousand Yulong soldiers and the legendary Eiffel Legion Commander.

He had experienced the gap between legend and legend before in Pastor Soto.

"What are you afraid of?"

Hernan turned around and stared at the skeleton-like Baron Williams, who prostrated himself on the ground in awe. "The power of the Lord is watching this place. Even if the entire Feather Dragon Legion were deployed, they would not be a match for the Great Dusk!"

After Hernan finished speaking, he took a step forward and arrived above the sky. The sunset glowed like fire, and then in an instant the entire sky was burning. The sea of ​​clouds turned into flames and fell down, like a scene from the end of the world, or like a swarm of meteors falling on the earth.

The flames of dusk covered thousands of Warthog orcs, and also fell on the corpses of the dead orcs, so that the corpses turned into ashes. The remaining Warthog orcs roared to the sky, and the howling of their pupils could be heard far away on the earth, frightening countless lives.

"The great evening will favor His people."

Hernan murmured in a low voice, and on the battlefield in the distance, a warthog orc suddenly went crazy and killed the other orcs around him. Sharp bone blades grew on his arms, and in just a dozen seconds, hundreds of strong warthog orcs died in front of him.

The dead corpses were devoured by the flames of dusk, and then all sank into his body. The bones in the Warthog's body were constantly broken and reorganized, and the flesh and blood expanded.

Gradually, in the flames of dusk, a huge hog orc, about seven or eight meters tall and with four snow-white fangs, walked out of the flames. The bones on his body had become a hard armor, and huge bone wings had grown from his back, which were arranged side by side on his back, flapping their wings and carrying him into the sky.

His arms were frighteningly long, at least four or five meters long, and the surface of his bone armor was covered with dense barbs. As the warthog orc roared at the feather dragon in the distance, he rushed directly towards it.

Above the earth, under the dusk, in the flames, huge hog orcs were reborn in this way, became the followers of the dusk, and killed towards Yulong.

"The power of the Lord is so strong."

Williams was extremely shocked. These violent hog orcs were fully capable of fighting against those feather dragons, and under the crazy attack, those feather dragons finally shed blood.

"Come on, too!"

Hernan suddenly turned around and spoke to the group of strange-looking followers behind him. These followers did not dare to refuse and rushed towards the battlefield one by one.

There were banshees hiding in the mist, lizardmen holding spears, tall and brutal goblins, dwarves wrapped in rock armor, undead and liches emitting the aura of death, and even a few gray-skinned elves holding longbows and rapiers.

They are all followers of Dusk, or more precisely, servants of Surtur. They are of different races, but the only thing they have in common is that they are much stronger and more powerful than their normal counterparts.

Each one of them is at least as powerful as the Golden Knight.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of strange creatures rushed towards the Yulong army, leaving only Hernan and a lone human.

Baron Huffman.

He didn't need to go up and fight because it was useless. Any ordinary warthog could kill him.

"Damn Dawn Church, if it weren't for you, how could I have lost my kingdom? I will definitely take back the kingdom that belongs to me."

Hernan ignored Baron Huffman behind him and roared at the Feather Dragon Legion in the distance with gnashing teeth. Under the watchful eyes of Surtur's power in his body, the brutal hog orcs fought with the Feather Dragons on a large scale. There were only a thousand brutal hog orcs in total and they were still at a disadvantage, but they finally had the power to resist.

"A group of heretics trying to fight against the followers of Dawn?"

Commander Eiffel snorted coldly and looked at Baron Williams who appeared in front of him. The next moment, a ray of holy light fell from the sky, and then Commander Eiffel, whose strength and speed had doubled, rushed directly towards Williams.

His methods were much more sophisticated and professional than those of Pastor Soto. When he was only a few dozen meters away from Williams, he jumped up from Yulong's body. The big sword in his hand was bathed in snow-white glow, and it turned into a sword light of dozens of meters, and chopped straight towards Williams.

Feeling the sacred and majestic holy light, Williams was extremely frightened. As a legend, he did not have the heart of a legend. The moment he turned around and wanted to escape, the Sword of Holy Light also accelerated its arrival.

"Heretics, die!"

As Commander Eiffel shouted, Williams' body shattered and disintegrated under the holy light. In the bloody flames, only his head escaped.

Baron Williams, who had finally acquired a new body, was once again left with only a head. However, he had no time to regret because the sword light behind him had not ended.

The sharp edge allowed Williams to feel the terrible force approaching him without looking back. The power of the knight's sword was enough to tear apart mountains and shatter glaciers.

"Your Highness, save me!"

Williams shouted loudly, but Hernan in the distance looked at Williams coldly until the sword light pierced through the center of the head's eyebrows.

"waste!"

"After wasting a lot of Huang Hun's essence, he is still a waste!"

Surtur at dusk has realized that the legend of this world has undergone tremendous changes a hundred years after the Pan-Dimensional War of Gods, so he no longer cares about Williams' life or death.

Williams still overestimated himself. He did not face the entire Yulong Legion, but just Legion Commander Eiffel, which made him unable to survive for more than thirty seconds.

The head split into two halves and fell to the ground. One of the halves was picked up by a hog orc who survived by chance. He ate the head, and the dusk divinity in it sank into his body. The next moment, a huge hog orc over 30 meters tall appeared on the battlefield.

It did not change like those brutal orcs. There was no bone on the surface of its body. It just became gigantic. However, this gigantic size gave it unparalleled strength and vitality.

Eiffel's sword fell on the warthog giant's body. Amid the gushing blood, the warthog giant roared even more angrily and moved his arms. His previous weapons were now as useless as toothpicks. Instead, his arms attacked Eiffel like heavy artillery, causing the legend to stagger backwards in the sky and fall on the back of Yulong mount.

"What a powerful force."

Eiffel pulled the reins of the Feather Dragon, and the next moment, the sanctuary-level Feather Dragon raised its head and opened its bloody mouth in an instant, and a ray of snow-white holy light rushed towards the warthog giant below.

Faced with the scorching holy dragon breath, the warthog giant also revealed a human-like fear, but still crossed his arms in front of him violently.

The Holy Light's breath melted the flesh on the Warthog Giant's arms, and the hard bones became fragile in front of the Holy Light. As the breath ended, intense pain enveloped the Warthog Giant. It howled like a great sage, but what it got was the enormous power of the Feather Dragon that descended from the sky.

Covered with feathers, its sharp claws tore through the warthog giant's chest, then quickly rose into the air and pierced through the warthog giant's back from behind.

The bloody warthog orc's huge vitality could no longer hold on. How terrible is the power of the Holy Land Feather Dragon? Even the legendary human knights may not be able to match it.

On the other side, the fight between the feather dragon army in the sky and those brutal hog orcs gradually came to a conclusion. Under the dim sky, white divine light fell, and each time, the feather dragon's strength would be increased, or it would use the power of its breath to melt the flesh and blood of the hog orcs, or use its divine power to drive its sharp feathers like swords to pierce the hog orcs. Of course, the most powerful thing was the feather dragon's physique. As a sub-dragon species, they had already stood at the height of life. At the same level, it was difficult for anything to be their enemy.

The war might end here. Commander Eiffel had already looked in the direction of Hernan, but the latter did not look at him. Instead, he turned his head and looked towards the depths of the north.

On the contrary, Haffman on the mountain was a little nervous, perhaps because of the gaze of Commander Eiffel.

"heresy!"

Yulong was flying and had already reached above Hernan's head. The greatsword in the hand of Legion Commander Eiffel pointed down. In front of him was the container of the alien god, so even he had to be extremely vigilant.

As the commander of one of the ten extraordinary legions of the Holy See, he is better at dealing with the power of these alien gods than Pastor Soto.

But Hernan still didn't look at him, his eyes fixed on the direction of the north, and gradually... snow began to fly in the sky.

The commander of the Eiffel Corps was surprised. There had never been any snow or wind blowing over the Andara Kingdom. How could it happen so suddenly? Moreover, it was at the beginning of spring.

Hernan's expression finally showed a smile.

"My people, you are finally here."

I saw a mountain slowly approaching on the 'road' leading to the north, the road that was exposed after a dozen huge mountains collapsed.

It brought the coldness of the north, as well as the wind and snow from the north. The cold wind blew to the Kingdom of Andara, and the wind and snow flooded the path underfoot, all the way to the location of this battlefield.

A huge... warthog with a mountain on its back, walked towards this side on all fours. It moved very slowly, and it took a whole day to walk from the northern border to the Andara Kingdom. On the mountain that had already merged with its flesh and blood, tens of thousands of cold-blooded and bloodthirsty warthogs stood on the mountain, rubbing their sharp fangs and looking at Hernan on the mountain in awe.

They are strong and bloodthirsty, and are the "warriors" of the Warthog Orcs, that is, the extraordinary soldiers of the Warthog Orcs.

"Great Twilight Herald, your people come to see you."

The warthog carrying the mountain on its back knelt down and saluted. It was an ancient creature that survived among the thousands of tribes that served Dusk Surtur.

It has grown from being weak in the beginning to being terrifying now.

(End of this chapter)