Lord of Glory

Chapter 36: Summoning the Bitter Water Dragon

Chapter 36: Summoning the Bitter Water Dragon

At this point, Morris had already intended to retreat. Given the involvement of several major forces, he must return alive to report this information to the Holy See. Morris, who was being cautious, noticed that the two men mysteriously standing in the middle turned their heads at the same time to look at the city gate on the right. Then, they exchanged scornful looks. At that very moment, that city gate suddenly exploded. Two groups of men riding horses charged into the city, chopping and stabbing what stood in their way.

Morris and several people from other forces focused their gaze at them. Unanimously, they all raised their voices and yelled, "The Northern Black Orcs! The Royal Elves of The Nine Clans in the South!"

One of the parties, as expected, was dressed in simple black armor, covered in black, and carrying a plethora of weapons. They were scowling and yelling at the group of people on the other side. On the other side, everyone had the same shade of green hair. All handsome and beautiful regardless of gender. Their armor was like a work of art, containing unrivaled beauty. In addition, the pointed ears under their hair affirmed that they were elves, a creature ordinary people would’ve never seen in their whole lives.

The barbarian had the strongest reaction when he saw the Black Orcs. Immediately raising his huge ax and hammer, grimacing while getting into a fighting stance, he roared, "Filthy, dirty black orcs! Today you will pay back the blood debt of my three thousand brothers on the Bega Grassland!"

He was about to lead his men to charge those Black Orcs when a beautiful female elf pulled out her bow and arrow. She was tall and curvy, with pale green hair and smooth white skin. Her heroic eyes blinked angrily. All of these characteristics were typical of an elf's beauty, which could make every man's heart race.

At that moment, her pointed ears twitched as she looked at the enraged barbarians. She immediately let out a beautiful voice, like a nightingale, "The Rurukh Dynasty of the Bega Grassland? We are the head of the Nine Clans of the Dark Forest, the descendants of the God, Salamander. I am the seventh royal princess, Windsor Salamander! I admire the bloodline of Marcus, the God of War, that flows in your veins. We may worship different gods, but if you and I join forces to defeat this vile race that only knows how to destroy and plunder, you will be able to befriend elves and discuss fine iron trade with our queen!"

The elves were not fools, they loved peace. In the rich forest, there was no shortage of iron ore or precious metals. The Rurukh Dynasty, on the other hand, was in the freezing north where it snowed all year round. Iron ore was not only scarce, but also extremely difficult to mine. They mostly traded with neighboring human countries to purchase a small amount of iron at an exorbitant price. So, Windsor's words were undeniably enticing to these barbarians.

They would not only avoid border disputes if they traded with the elves in the south, but also obtain the iron ore they desperately needed. Elves were known to be notoriously peaceful. There would be no conflict of interest between them. The leader of the barbarians was not an idiot. Windsor's words were credible. To them, those words were a glimmer of hope. A hope of being able to arm all the Rurukh warriors with weapons. All to destroy the orcs to unify the north and establish an eternal kingdom, As the captain of the Varangian guards from the Rurukh Dynasty, he would not let this opportunity pass him by.

In response, the tall captain flicked his beard and yelled righteously, "You lowly black orcs! Not only did you plunder our hometown, but you also targeted our peace-loving elf friends! You who believe in the God of Darkness, Demons God Belial! I'm going to annihilate you today!"

As soon as he said that, the barbarians behind him rushed forward with great vigor. Princess Windsor gently breathed a sigh of relief. If none of these forces helped them, the elves who had been given special orders to flee the dark forest might never be able to return. This was good, the situation had been reversed.

Unfortunately, things were far from that simple. Before Windsor could smile, the Black Orc with protruding fangs, dark purple skin, and decent clothes narrowed his crimson eyes and joyfully shouted, "Summon the Bitter Water Dragon! The gifts for the devil can be organized first!"

The Hellitt mages from the Forest of Towers, who held their heads high as if this had nothing to do with them, and the members of the Brotherhood of Magic Swordsmen suddenly became righteous at the same time. They each picked up their wands and magic swords. One of them shouted with anger, "Black Orcs! We have nothing to do with the conflict between you and them! If our brotherhood is to be involved, the Black Orcs' camp will be gone by tomorrow. The flag of magic and sword will be hung there!"

Followed by the mage from the Forest of Towers who immediately said, "The three masters will be prosperous, but anything else will be damaged. Only the fire and meteor from the myth will come to life. The forbidden spell will reappear in the north!"

Who would’ve known that the dirty and ugly Black Orc only laughed. It was full of hideous killing intent.

"Humans, elves! I will kill all of you. None of you will be able to leave to tell others!"

A loud and clear roar erupted from the sky. The sound pierced through the walls like a sharp blade and directly into people's ears. Morris from the Inquisition, the mages from the Forest of Towers, the magic swordsmen, the barbarians, and Princess Windsor, all turned pale at the same time. The unarmed students from the Freemasons' Association were already on their knees, covering their ears in pain.

Just as the roars began to subside, three huge creatures were flying in the sky. They were flapping their wings. There were four straight horns on their heads, gray scales all over their bodies, and hideous huge barbed claws on their feet. TThey swooped in with a brutality that obliterated everything! Morris and the others were stunned when they saw these three massive creatures come to life. All of them exclaimed in shock, "Bitter Water Dragons!"

Bitter Water Dragons were very vicious dragons that could only be found in the north. They were called dragons, but they belonged to the sub-dragon species. One could only imagine the heroic appearance of a real pure-blooded dragon or a giant dragon as written in mythology. Despite being a sub-dragon species, this Bitter Water Dragon lived and bred in the vast Hada Salt Lake in the north due to its long-lasting lifespan. Therefore, it could let out a very strong corrosive breath.

The Great Hada Salt Lake tasted very bitter because it was too salty, so the local residents called it bitter water. The name of Bitter Water Dragon also originated from this. Because of its rough skin and thick flesh, the bitter water dragon was difficult to hurt or kill with ordinary sword magic. It was a creature that the army dared not provoke in the cold northern land.

Morris counted and was in shock when he found out that these three were all adult bitter water dragons. Each of them was twenty meters long. Their two wings were fifty meters wide. Three heads swooped down, enough to kill more than half of the major forces present at the same time.

At such a critical moment, the elves immediately readied their bows and arrows. The magic swordsmen took out the shield behind their backs. Preparing to withstand the dragons’ deadly breath. The barbarians drew their huge axes, readying themselves to strike a fatal blow to the bitter water dragon. Morris and others also ran to the rear of the team, ready to treat the injured. The assassins who were originally suspicious of each other and the various forces that were at war, miraculously united to face this unfathomable enemy together.

The black orcs who had already fled triumphantly smiled. They didn't believe the three bitter water dragons could take on these major forces' elites. However, it was worthwhile to significantly weaken them. With this, the Demon Lord's task would be completed as well.

It was a pity that the short-sighted Black Orcs didn't care at all about the two people with unknown powers standing on the edge of the team, strolling casually in the courtyard. He had no idea what kind of enemies he would encounter on this mission.