Abomination and the Legendary Dragon King

Chapter 98 Glory
The red dragon looked down at the messy and weak orcs around them. Their condition was very bad, much worse than the Warsong clan that the red dragon saw in the Ares Mountains.Long periods of whipping, torture, and servitude have weakened even the strongest orc warriors among these orcs.The red dragon even wondered whether these orcs who walked around could withstand the power and radiation of the red dragon...

"Ha, Casilla, if you can't make these orcs into strong fighters, even if you don't die, I have to let you know what the price of deceiving the real dragon is..."

The red dragon looked at this group of rather weak orcs and let out a dissatisfied grunt.

However, there must be a comparison in everything to make a difference. Although these orcs are still very embarrassed after seeing the real dragon, and their first image is far from good for the red dragon, but if you compare with those who are scared The Gnoll who took off with shit and shit is much better than that...

"The race that only knows how to bully the weak and fear the hard will only end up as a slave. No wonder there are no famous legendary strongmen among these gnolls."

With these extremely groggy werewolves as a comparison, the red dragon felt a little satisfied with the orc tribes who collapsed on the ground but managed to maintain their composure.

Not long after, the sound of wolves galloping and howling came, and Casilla, Bretogenia, and Messiah, who were riding wild wolves, finally arrived at the ruins mine of the blue dragon family.

The red dragon turned around and said to the orc old man who came forward

"Casilla, now I want you to prove to me immediately that these orcs can become my followers and have the qualifications to accept the mighty power of the red dragon."

Alex grunted and walked towards the high ground, sitting cross-legged on the high ground to see what the orc warrior who had lived through countless years would do.

Casilla bowed his head to the red dragon, his face was as calm and indifferent as ever, but there was an ancient and great power emerging from him. In the perception of the red dragon, that power was powerful and long-lasting. The vast land condensed behind Casilla, forming the phantom of all spirits...

"Is that so? Even though the First Empire has been desperately trying to obliterate that period of history for so many years, your contributions to this continent are still remembered by this land of mountains and rivers."

"If this is the case, then those powerful and ambitious people who always want to revise history have really done a lot of useless work!"

"How hard is it to admit what happened? You're victors anyway"

In his heart, Alex sneered at those nobles of the human race who wanted to hide the history of the dark age, but in his heart he felt admiration for the orc empire ten thousand years ago.

You have to know how much sacrifice and what a glorious victory you have to achieve, so that this world can remember the credits of those orcs?The dark age is really a fascinating history. Alex, the militant, yearns for such a chaotic era in his heart, even looking at those orcs is a little more pleasing to the eye...

The power of the ancestors once again condensed and made these orcs fall into a sluggish state. They instinctively felt familiar with that kind of power, but felt strange at the same time, because they had never felt such a power in their life.

But it is undeniable that when such power was condensed again with Casilla's roar, these orcs did have another wonderful feeling in their hearts, and some past events were mysterious and mysterious. Through the pupils of these orcs, they can't really see that period of history, but this is actually not important.

What's important is that when these ancient legendary lights and shadows flickered, they seemed to hear the orc battle song that echoed in the Tyrael continent for thousands of years.Their blood boiled, they trembled, their eyes contained tears, and something called glory returned to their shriveled bodies.

Among them, the old shaman Grom had the most violent reaction. In fact, he had already started to tremble when he saw the tall figure walking down from the wolf for the first time.

As a rare orc caster after the Dark Ages, Grom's perception is much stronger than those tortured orc slaves, so when the old orcs gather the power of orcs from this vast and dry land, Grom Mu saw more than the average orc.

Grom's talent is actually extremely strong. If it hadn't been cursed, it would even have the potential to hit the realm of legends. It's a pity that living in such a wrong era and spending such a long time in a daze, only achieved Such a little achievement.

But there is undoubtedly a huge gap between having and not having. Grom's extraordinary perception allows Grom to clearly see what happened in the light and shadow, which is somewhat blurry, but extremely real.

The stories Casilla and it told are true. They are descendants of heroes. The blood flowing in their veins is not humble. The ancestors failed to pass down their power, but those honors are still remembered by this world.

After the red dragon flew up to the high ground to restrain its dragon power, those jackals who collapsed on the ground struggled to get up from the ground. The Gnoll in the mud-water mixture didn't think about what had just happened, but he was particularly disgusted by the orcs who saw his gaffe.

Some jackals picked up the whips thrown on the ground. They did not dare to attack the strong orc Casilla in the middle of the mine, but they were not at all ambiguous about the weak and weak orcs, with gravel in their hands. The long whip rolled towards the orcs on the ground with a sharp wind, and even the spellcaster Grom was not spared.

Some orcs still did not dare to face this group of whip bearers, their heads were ripped apart by the whips.And some orcs began to resist, such as Grom.

A slightly emaciated jackal watched in disbelief as his whip was held in the hand of the old orc shaman. The orc's dusty and wrinkled face was mixed with a proud and angry ferocious expression.

The moment Grom stood up, the glory and the protection of the ancestors returned to its body, and power and blood boiled in its heart. Grom, with red eyes, jumped up and bit the wolf man's throat. However, after paying the price of a few teeth, he tore open the arteries of the unprepared flogger, gulping down its stinking blood...

Glory never comes just by sitting on the ground and waiting. Even if God promises you glory, you have to stand up and claim it from the enemy yourself!
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