The rising sun rises.

The cool morning light awakens the sleeping prairie. The early birds spread their wings and slide across the morning sky, leaving behind a string of crisp bird songs. The dewdrops condensed at night gradually dripped, or reflected dazzling brilliance in the sun. The tender green grass raised its head, and the grassland exuded vitality and vitality.

The camp of the Blood Axe Clan also began to get busy, with smoke rising from the cooking stove, and the orcs walked out of the tent one by one and returned to their posts.

In the open space outside the camp of the Blood Axe clan, Gnosh Blood Axe swung his axe and honed his combat skills. Last night, it got a piece of news from the White Dragon Lord and was so excited that it fell asleep in the middle of the night, because it would launch a general attack on the Blade Fortress tonight.

Ten days have passed since the orcs came to provoke and shot the guards to death. The troops from all over the Luonan Empire have arrived. Now at least 400,000 elite human soldiers have gathered in the Blade Fortress.

The fish have gathered to a point, and it is time to close the net.

However, this battle has nothing to do with orcs. The three powerful guardians will take action personally and turn the blade fortress into ruins.

Gnosh Blood Axe put away his axe, wiped the beads of sweat all over his body, and returned to the camp with the scent of food.

After eating breakfast voraciously, Gnosh Blood Axe waited for a while, then picked up the bone whistle hanging around his neck and blew it.

At the call of the chief, the elite warriors of the Blood Axe clan quickly led their own wolves to gather in front of Gnosh Blood Axe.

"Set off!"

Gnosh Blood Axe turned over and rode the wolf, leading the team to the front line of the war.

Although the battle has nothing to do with orcs, how could Gnosh Blood Axe give up this great opportunity to witness history?

Ten thousand wolf cavalry lined up and galloped on the grassland, and at the same time, it was also to clean up the human scouts on the grassland.

Under the carpet-style search, a large number of scouts became the dead souls of the wolf cavalry.

...

On a lakeside in the Orc Prairie, the White Dragon Lord and the Golden Dragon - Leopold Jodmidedin, were drinking water by the lake.

After drinking the sweet lake water, the White Dragon Lord spoke.

"Leopold, have you seen Titans?"

The words of the White Dragon Lord evoked bad memories of the Golden Dragon. Its face showed a ferocious look and then adjusted its emotions.

"I've seen it, of course I've seen it. On the battlefield of bloody battles in the abyss, I've killed a few more."

Lord White Dragon asked.

"Can you talk about their abilities and combat habits?"

Jinlong thought for a moment and replied.

"As recorded in the inheritance, Titans are as diverse as our giant dragons. They are born to control elemental energy and condense them into Titan spears. Moreover, most of them are proficient in martial arts, and in terms of magic, they are better than the dragon clan. Generally speaking, their starting attacks are all Titan spears, and then they will find ways to get closer."

"But in the world of Madilan, there is no elemental power, so I don't know how these titans fight."

After a moment of silence, a look of pain appeared on Jinlong's face.

"Amos, if you encounter Titans and demons on the battlefield of bloody battles in the future, you must kill Titans first, otherwise, they will never mind stabbing the knife in the back when you start a war with the demons."

When the Lord of White Dragon saw the painful and angry expression on the golden dragon's face, he realized that there must be a story.

Sure enough, the Golden Dragon continued to speak.

"Once upon a time, I had a brass dragon friend. Although it was a chatterbox, I wanted to stay with it too much, but it went to the bloody battle with me and went through dozens of battles of all sizes. In the last time, I will never forget that battle."

A strong hatred emerged from the golden dragon's eyes.

"We were teaming up with a dragon in other planes and were hunting a legendary demon. A team of Titans attacked us behind us. That time, I was the only one who escaped by chance. When I rushed back with the reinforcements."

The golden dragon was so excited that he trembled all over and breathed rapidly. After taking a deep breath, he spoke.

"I only found their bones!"

The White Dragon Lord couldn't help but shivered.

The contradiction between the dragon and the Titan is irreconcilable, but it is not just a saying.

Both are higher life with inheritance, inheritance from generation to generation, recording the hatred between the dragon ancestor and the Titan, which makes both the descendants of the two sides feel like they are personally experienced.

The accumulation of hatred in countless generations has led to the situation where the dragon and the Titan will never die as soon as they meet.

The White Dragon Lord slapped the golden dragon with his wings and comforted him.

"Then kill a few more Titans this time and avenge them!"

Soon, Jinlong sorted out his emotions.

"I think so too."

Then, Jinlong spoke seriously.

"This time, even if you don't pay me, just to kill Titans, I will come."

Lord White Dragon spoke jokingly.

"Then you don't have to pay the reward."

"Don't think about it!!!"

...

Blade Fortress.

City Lord's Mansion.

The Lord of Sendra has not had a good sleep for ten days in a row, and more orcs are gathering outside the city.

Moreover, what made Lord Sendra even more uneasy was that none of the spies who had sneaked into the depths of the Orc prairie could come back alive.

According to the news sent back by the spies who were surveillance outside the orc camp, these orcs were equipped with iron tools, elite troops and armor, and they transported cattle and sheep to the battlefield, which was clearly intended to fight the Empire to the death.

Where do these guys get the courage?!

The human population base is one hundred times that of orcs. Even if the orcs are soldiers, it cannot make up for such a large number gap.

Even if the war weapon among the dozen large clans - the giant dragon, would not be able to win this war. The dragon-shooting cannon specially developed by humans to attack the giant dragon is not a vegetarian!

But the orcs did this!

The Lord of Sendra couldn't figure it out. Not only him, but everyone in the empire couldn't figure it out, but they knew that the war was coming.

Therefore, the emperor of the Empire sent a large number of soldiers to the Border Fortress, the Blade Fortress, which was about to let the orcs' blood flow out under the walls of the Blade Fortress.

Now, except for the Grand Duke of the Imperial Empire, who guards the Eye of the Earth, all came to the Blade Fortress. With them, they also came their own elite soldiers.

Thinking of the powerful army brought by the two dukes, the City Lord Sendra felt a little relieved. He rubbed his somewhat bloated temples. Since he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it.

With such a powerful force here, I am afraid that the orcs will fail.

Lord Sendra comforted himself in this way.

He looked out the window at the sunset that was about to set, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, followed by the afterglow of the sunset and tidied up his dress.
Chapter completed!