The Dragon Slaying Sword, carrying a terrifying sword light, slashed towards Azog. The defenseless Azog was immediately horrified. In panic, he had to hurriedly raise his left arm inlaid with an iron blade to block the sword light falling from the sky.
However, can Azog, who is trying to block hastily, use the fine steel blade on his left arm to block Roland's dragon-slaying sword full of fighting spirit?
Of course not! The battle energy condensed on his arm blade effortlessly shattered Roland's sword light. After all, the total amount and level of battle energy of a sixth-level Overlord were enough to crush a third-level Great Knight. However, the sharp Dragon Slaying Sword itself was simply not something Azog's fine steel arm blade could withstand. The epic weapon, with its indestructible momentum, slashed Azog's arm blade...
The broken blade gleamed coldly in the snow as it spun out. For a moment, the battlefield seemed to fall silent as everyone focused on the lone figure charging towards Azog! This single sword strike would change the course of Middle-earth's future...
"No!" Borg roared at the top of his voice as he looked at Azog's flying broken blade.
"Roar! Get out of here, you bastards!" Azog endured the pain in his body and swung the war hammer in his hand to knock away the Dragon Slaying Sword. Roland's sword attack was instantly interrupted.
"Bang!" Roland spurred his horse away and dodged the war hammer that was aimed at the horse's legs.
"Tsk! What a damn good life!" Roland spat, feeling disgusted. Just at the critical moment, Azog leaned back while using his arm blade to block the Dragon Slaying Sword. The Dragon Slaying Sword could only cut through his white armor and penetrate an inch of flesh. This superficial injury did not affect Azog's strength at all. Threads of black blood overflowed from the cracks in his armor, making Azog look even more hideous.
"Alas! Missed the opportunity!" Mage Radil's magic eye had been paying attention to the battlefield where Roland and others were. No one knew that while he was killing all around and clearing out the orcs and miscellaneous soldiers, his left hand tucked into his robe was holding an earth-based single-target war defense magic - Blessing of the Earth, which he prepared specially for Roland.
"Is the gap really too big?" Renault used his lance to drive away the surrounding Orc guards while glancing at the battlefield out of the corner of his eye.
"Roar!" A clear dragon roar sounded, and Kaslo, who had been hiding in the clouds, finally emerged. His target was very clear, it was Azog who had just shown signs of fatigue.
Cardo folded his wings, curled up his limbs, and straightened his tail. All the dragon power in his body gathered in his head and neck. The green dragon power surged, and wisps of green whirlwind visible to the naked eye swirled around them. Caslo lay on the dragon saddle, and the 10-meter-long fine gold dragon spear in his hand extended along the dragon's back. The green fighting spirit flames began to surge, and the dragon power and fighting spirit quickly mixed together. A mysterious feeling appeared in the hearts of Caslo and Cardo.
"Is this the Dragon Knight's secret art, the human-dragon fusion?" Kaslo marveled at this state, entering it for the first time. This overwhelming power intoxicated him, unable to extricate himself. (Secret arts are not the same as skills, but they far exceed them. Typically, secret arts temporarily enhance the user's strength, with the degree of improvement determined by the user's level.)
The man and the dragon, with the same thought, could not help but spin in the air. The wind elements active in the sky instantly rushed towards them like moths to a flame. They spun at high speed and dived down with a sharp sonic boom.
"Gas-Shaking Star!" Kaslo roared, and a heart-pounding stream of gusts of wind descended from the sky! Kaslo faced Azog head-on with a momentum no less powerful than that of a forbidden spell.
"The Overlord is heavily armed! The soul of the Overlord! The protection of the Overlord! Wild frenzy! Creation of the world!" Azog reacted quickly and directly activated various skills of the Overlord to stack them up, and then activated the Overlord's strongest attack skill, Creation of the World, and went up to Kaslo head-on.
"Tear~" The surging wind made a tearing sound like lightning.
"Buzz~" The moment the spear and hammer collided, a dazzling elemental torrent erupted, directly blasting away everything around them. Even Roland, who had just evacuated a short distance, spit out blood due to the impact of this elemental torrent.
"Pervert!" Roland knew without even looking that he had internal injuries. The aftermath of the two perverts' attacks almost killed him instantly, and Roland's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
"What's the result?" This thought came to everyone's mind as they looked at the center of the battlefield filled with smoke and chaotic elements.
"Cough cough cough!" Caslo's cough was the first to be heard.
"Roar!" The weak voice of the four-legged flying dragon Cardo also resounded on the battlefield.
The dust and smoke slowly cleared, revealing the victor of this head-on confrontation—Caslo! Azog lay facedown on the ground, looking forlorn. His imposing armor had been ripped to shreds by the wind blades, dangling from his body in wisps. Countless wounds leaked black blood like faucets. Azog trembled as he reached out his right hand, attempting to grasp the nearby warhammer. Unfortunately, only the handle remained, the hammerhead having already shattered before the dragon spear's direct impact.
"You lost! Invader!" Kaslo used his intact left arm to support the twisted and deformed platinum dragon spear, and his right arm had been twisted into an S shape. Beads of sweat rolled down Kaslo's head. Behind Azog's miserable appearance was an extremely heavy price Kaslo had paid. Even the thick-skinned dragon could only lie on the ground and wail. The level gap was huge. Behind Kaslo's cross-level challenge was the result of Kaldo's severe injuries. In the previous collision, the dragon took 80% of the damage for Kaslo, so now Kaslo could still stand in front of Azog.
The battlefield fell silent for a moment...
"Kill!" White Wing rushed out of the city of Losenniel with his troops. This army of less than 500 people was so small yet extremely huge on the battlefield at this moment. The last straw that broke the camel's back for the orcs was added by White Wing, the king of Akvia himself.
"Kill! Kill all the Orc bastards!" The addition of fresh troops instantly ignited the remaining courage of the coalition forces, and the exhausted elven archers drew their bows again... A crushing defeat is simply the best portrayal of the Orcs at this moment. Countless Orcs fled in all directions. Azog's defeat wiped out the Orcs' last hope. The Orcs of Dolgoldo... are finished!
"Father! Kill!" Borg's eyes turned red. He saw his seriously injured father. He roared and tried to break through the torrent infantry in front of him to rescue his father. However, the tenacious torrent infantry was not only not broken through by him, but also pushed his army back a hundred meters.
"Ang!" A tired dragon roar sounded, and the Star Dragon appeared on the battlefield. The pale-faced Peter Gro rode the dragon firmly towards Borg, who was still maintaining his organization. Although the forbidden spell had exhausted his fighting spirit, he still had the strength to fight while riding the dragon.
"Ouch!" Bolger howled in agony as his guards dragged him away from the battlefield. The entire army of Gunbada Orcs instinctively turned and fled, unable to stop the Star Dragon's slaughter... Bolger could only watch as a young knight approached his gravely injured father...
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"Haha! A pale orc? That's it?" Roland said sarcastically as he looked at Azog lying in a pool of blood.
"You will come down to accompany me! My son will tear you to pieces one by one..." Azog showed a creepy smile and still arrogantly provoked Roland.
"Swish!" The sword flashed, and Azog's head flew up with a look of astonishment. Black blood shot into the sky, spraying several meters high.
Azog, the pale orc and king of the Orcs of Dol Guldur, has fallen!
"You won't be able to stop it this time. Oh! By the way! Your son Borg will be going down to accompany you soon, so go with peace of mind!" Roland said with a cold face. He dared to be arrogant even when death was imminent. Did he really think the Dragon Slaying Sword was a machete?
"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host for killing Azog personally. Reward: 100 Badanian Archers!"
"Ding Dong! Hidden quest: Kill Azog completed! Reward: 100 Lagran Heavy Cavalry."
"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host for completing the kill reward: destroying more than 25% of the Orc army! Reward: a fine steel longsword for recruitment!" (From now on, every time you recruit or summon any type of soldier, you will receive a fine steel longsword from the system.)
"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host for completing the kill reward: destroying more than 50% of the Orc army! Reward: the Human Holy Shield - Eliar (artifact)!"
"It's made!" There were only two words left in Roland's mind.
