Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

Blackrock Wasteland.

The front-line positions of the Naursil Empire were like a thin silver-white thread, inlaid along the edge of the wasteland.

The Elves did not care for rough fortifications.

Although this was merely a temporary outpost, the silver-white tents were still arranged in orderly rows, stretching out in a structured manner. They appeared more organized and disciplined than the Orc camps, with wide passages left between the tents and the ground roughly leveled.

At the same time.

A simple yet elegant tent stood at the center of the position. A moon-patterned emblem was embroidered on the outside, fluttering gently in the night breeze. The tent flap was half-drawn, tied back with ropes woven from silver thread on the inside.

Inside the tent, three figures sat around a round table.

A magical map was spread out on the table.

Mountains and rivers were presented in miniature light and shadow. In the finer details, one could see the ripples of flowing water and the swaying of trees.

The areas occupied by the Orcs were marked in dark red, stretching south of the wasteland and occupying most of the Blackrock Wasteland. The Elves’ positions were blue, in the northern part of the wasteland. The empty zone between the two armies was marked in gray.

Aelarian sat closest to the tent entrance.

One hand rested on the table’s edge, while the other was raised, a slender finger lightly tapping the map.

The scene shifted, transforming into images of the Orcs’ first wave of attack.

The Orc legions, like a tide of dark green, surged from the horizon, kicking up clouds of dust.

Then, in a flash of the image, countless rays of light, like suns, descended from the sky. The Orc legions vanished in an instant, dissolving in that radiance.

“Earlier, the Orcs’ first wave of attack was repelled just like that,” she said softly. “Our soldiers didn’t even step onto the battlefield. Our swords and arrows suffered no losses. And the Orc legions scattered like morning mist meeting the scorching sun.”

From across the table came a calm, clear voice.

“That our people suffered no casualties is a cause for celebration.”

The voice came from a tall, male Sun Elf.

He had high, prominent brow bones and slightly sunken eye sockets. His shoulders were half again as broad as a normal Elf’s. The muscle lines in his arms were still clearly visible beneath his armor. His skin was a bronze-gold color, darker than that of a typical Sun Elf.

Thalamond, known as the Solar Grand Knight, a Mandate of Naursil.

Long-lived species were also different from one another.

Compared to giant long-lived species like dragons and giants, Elven bodies were nothing to brag about. They focused more on cultivating various Extraordinary Paths, like Humans studying techniques, accumulating experience, and constantly advancing over their long years.

But the difference from Humans was this.

As long-lived species, Elves could often cultivate multiple Paths simultaneously without any burden. Their long lifespans gave them ample time to try different paths.

Take this Solar Grand Knight, for example.

He cultivated multiple Paths simultaneously, including Knight, Warrior, Ranger, and Sorcery. These were also the four Paths that many Elves would choose to cultivate simultaneously in their later years.

However, different Elves had different areas of focus.

Take Rosrian of the Silver Arrow, for instance.

Her main Path was the Ranger. Her cultivation of other Paths was entirely to enable herself to deliver the most fatal shot. Everything served a single arrow.

In contrast, Thalamond’s fighting style leaned more toward direct confrontation.

The resilience of a Knight, the ferocity of a Warrior, and the agility of a Ranger.

These three aspects achieved a balanced fusion within him, but he ultimately chose the Knight class as his dominant one.

On the battlefield, he always charged at the front, enduring the fiercest attacks, tearing open the enemy’s defensive lines for his comrades. He believed in a simple principle: a Knight’s shield was not meant to protect himself, but to protect those behind him.

As for sorcery, he also studied the protective branch.

Strengthening his own defenses, resisting the invasion of various elements and curses, allowing him to stand firm in the most dangerous positions for longer.

“Aelarian, I heard that the Scarlet Emperor Cangxing responded to the commission in time and single-handedly repelled the Orc legions?” the Sun Elf asked.

He had been in another war zone before and hadn’t witnessed it personally.

Aelarian nodded lightly. “This great dragon shattered the Orc military formation with his own strength, broke their Legendaries, and forced them into a hasty, defeated retreat.”

Recalling the scene, she spoke as if in a chant: “He was like a sudden storm, and the Orcs were like fallen leaves struggling in that storm.”

The Sun Elf looked at her askance.

In a Mandate Elf’s long life, he had seen too many grand spectacles.

There weren’t many beings who could earn such praise from a Mandate Ranger, spoken in this tone.

Aelarian wasn’t the type of Elf easily impressed. Her calm and restraint were famous among the high ranks of Naursil. Praise like this rarely came from her lips.

For her to praise him so highly, the Scarlet Emperor Cangxing’s performance must have been truly stunning.

“Although I’ve never formally met him, his reputation has long since reached my ears,” Thalamond said, his hands folded. “The Dragon Emperor from another continent. He established his own kingdom, nearly occupying all of Atlan. The Bards describe him as a star falling towards the Material Plane, breaking all established orbits.”

Another female Elf spoke up. “I cooperated with him once. It left a deep impression on me as well.”

She was at Thalamond’s side. She was slender, half a head shorter than Aelarian.

Her red hair was tied into a neat ponytail that fell from her shoulder to her chest, revealing her long neck and a pair of pointed ears. What was eye-catching was her left arm, which was densely covered in glowing arcane runes from wrist to elbow.

Vilrain, a Wood Elf, Arcane Sage.

She also cultivated the four major Paths.

Arcane, Druid, Warrior, Knight.

Among these Paths, she mainly focused on the Arcane Path, specializing in numerous bizarre and peculiar arcane arts, possessing so many methods that they were overwhelming.

But anyone who thought she was weak in close combat was gravely mistaken.

The Druid Path granted her the ability to transform into beasts. Her cultivation of Warrior and Knight allowed her to hold her own in melee as well.

Thalamond raised an eyebrow. “I know. That was eight years ago, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” Vilrain nodded.

“What was it like?” Thalamond asked.

The Wood Elf recalled the past, her gaze drifting upward slightly.

“The War Chief of the Blackfang tribe. When he charged, he was like a wild boar storming into a garden, trampling everything. At first, I could only constantly restrain him, but couldn’t deal him any real damage.” She paused, then continued, “Until the Scarlet Emperor Cangxing appeared.”

The Sun Elf said, “I remember he also killed the Giant King.”

“Not only that,” Vilrain shook her head. “After killing the Giant King and the Orc Legendary, he then challenged a Saint right in front of everyone. Of course, what left the deepest impression on me was fighting alongside him.”

She recalled the scene.

The great dragon swooped down from high altitude, at a speed so fast it startled even the Elves, known for their agility.

“I used arcane arts to restrain the War Chief’s body, binding him in place. The Scarlet Emperor Cangxing seized that fleeting instant, and then...” She raised her hand, spreading her five fingers, and made a downward tearing motion. “Just one claw strike.”

“The War Chief’s Mandate Domain, the Orc’s tough body—all were torn apart like thin paper under his claws.”

Vilrain’s voice rose slightly. “I was very close at that moment. I saw with my own eyes the Orc’s life end with that single claw strike.”

Thalamond slowly leaned back in his chair, letting out a low sigh. “Over the years, the Orcs have relied on their powerful physiques and racial attributes. Their fighting style is as violent as a bear—unreasonable, reckless, and headstrong.” He spoke, his gaze falling on the dark red area on the map. “Facing them, our warriors must be cautious, treating them like beasts. They must always be on guard against taking heavy damage in a direct confrontation. Their strength is crude, but it’s heavy enough to crush our techniques.”

“And now,” he shook his head, chuckling, “facing a dragon with an even more terrifying physique, once an opportunity is seized, the Orcs are directly crushed to death. They completely lack the savage ferocity they display when fighting us. They’re used to crushing others with strength. When they suddenly encounter an opponent far stronger than them, they don’t know how to deal with it. This world is like a constantly flipping mirror. The positions of the strong and the weak are forever changing.”

“Precisely,” Aelarian took over. “The strong and the weak are, by nature, relative concepts, like moonlight and shadow. Without moonlight, where would the shadow come from? Without shadow, how could the moonlight’s brightness be set off?”

As her voice fell, she stood up.

“It’s time to discuss the next strategy,” she said. “The Orcs have retreated, but it is only temporary.”

Thalamond and Vilrain also rose to their feet.

Aelarian continued, “I have summoned the allies for this war. They are waiting for us.”

Then, the three figures walked out of the tent.

The night wind met their faces, carrying the scent of distant scorched earth.

The starry sky above was clear and bright. Two moons hung on the celestial dome, one high, one low. The larger one was tinged with pale gold, the smaller one was silver-white.

Beneath the light of the Twin Moons, the center of the camp was an open space.

This was originally a square for assembling troops, but had now been transformed into a temporary meeting place.

Numerous figures were scattered across the square, some standing, some sitting.

There were dragons, dwarves, humans, and giants. Without exception, they were all Legendary-level beings, the upper echelons or leaders of various kingdoms.

Among them were several Crown-level entities, but no Mandates were present.

The Green Queen was also among them.

Across from her, a Storm Giant named Solarton kept glancing her way. His gaze was filled with anger and hostility, but mostly fear.

The Green Queen ignored the Giant’s glare.

She didn’t even look in that direction once, as if Solarton were nothing more than a stone with eyes.

The Sun Elf’s gaze swept over the crowd, but he didn’t see the massive figure he had expected.

The Scarlet Emperor Cangxing hadn’t arrived yet?

He turned his head to look at Aelarian.

Aelarian seemed to know what he was thinking. “He has just been notified,” she said.

Just as she finished speaking.

The sky was torn open.

The canopy seemed to be ripped from the inside by an invisible giant claw. A massive rift appeared out of nowhere, its edges jagged, like some colossal beast had opened its eyes in space. Shards of space peeled off like glass, gradually becoming transparent and dissolving into nothing.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

Then, a massive figure leaped out from the rift.

Dark black scales covered its entire body, like the surface of cooled lava—rough and thick. Beneath the black scales, countless glowing fissures shone through, forming complex energy patterns.

What was most eye-catching was its chest armor.

It was like glass that had been heated to a semi-molten state, translucent, allowing one to clearly see the energy flow beneath the scales.

The rift closed behind it.

The dark red iron dragon hovered in mid-air, its wings spread wide, blocking half of the moon. Its vertical pupils slowly swept across the people below.

For a moment, the entire open space fell into absolute silence.

Even though it hadn’t deliberately released its pressure, everyone still felt a certain aura. It was like a volcano poised to erupt, calm on the surface, but churning with enough power inside to destroy everything.

Weapons were drawn from their sheaths. Spells were being gathered.

...The Legendaries of various races all went on guard.

It was an instinctive reaction.

Facing a terrifying dragon that looked like it could erupt at any moment, any living creature with combat experience would subconsciously prepare to defend itself.

Cerora was the only one who didn’t react.

Her green eyes widened slightly, the figure of the dark red iron dragon reflected in her field of vision. The corners of her mouth couldn’t help but curl up slightly, revealing a pleased smile. But she quickly suppressed it, resuming her noble and aloof queenly demeanor.

The three Mandates gazed at the great dragon, shocked and uncertain.

Among them, Aelarian, who had just seen the red iron dragon before, was the most surprised.

How much time had passed? Its form had undergone such a drastic change?

And this didn’t seem to be the first time.

She recalled the previous form, which was extremely fast and sharp in every way. It also seemed to have been formed in a very short period. The speed of this dragon’s form changes was far too fast. It wasn’t normal.

At the same time.

Under the gazes of various colors, the dark red iron dragon slowly descended from the sky. Its wings folded at its sides, and its long tail dragged behind it, carving an arc-shaped scorch mark on the ground.

“The Emperor of Aola, Garoth Ignas?”

The White Sun Grand Knight of Naursil looked at him.

The red iron dragon nodded slowly. “It is I. No need to be tense. I have merely undergone a change in form.”

Hearing his calm tone, the atmosphere relaxed slightly.

“A change in form?”

Thalamond stared at the red iron dragon’s set of dark black scales, examining it carefully from head to tail. “This isn’t an ordinary change in form. You look like you’ve been reforged from a furnace. You’re completely different from before.”

Garoth did not say much.

He lowered his eyelids and adjusted his stance.

On the other side, the Wood Elf Vilrain, who specialized in the Arcane Path, was observing the great dragon with her arcane vision.

In her eyes, Garoth’s body was a chaotic yet orderly energy system. Sun-like, profound energy pulsed within his chest cavity. Countless tiny energy channels extended from here, spreading like roots throughout his entire body.

Among them, there was one energy signature she was familiar with.

Rampant, chaotic, full of destructive desire.

The Fury Curse.

“His change is because of the meteor?”

“No wonder he only demanded the meteor as the condition for the commission. The thing that normal beings would avoid is beneficial to him. Can the Scarlet Emperor Cangxing resist the Fury Curse? Or does he have some special method to neutralize the corrosion of the Frenzied Flame?”

Her gaze swept over Garoth a few times, confirming that there were no signs of him losing control.

If he could truly resist the curse, this Red Emperor’s strategic value was even higher...

She thought to herself.

Just then, Aelarian, as the overall commander, collected her thoughts and stepped forward.

“Your change has caught us somewhat off guard,” she said frankly. “But in any case, welcome. We look forward to your performance in the battles to come.”

The red iron dragon turned its head to look at her, its head slightly tilted. “I also look forward to fighting alongside all of you.”

After saying this, it suddenly turned its head and met the eyes of several Giants.

As Garoth’s gaze swept over them, the Giants hurriedly lowered their heads one by one.

Solarton clenched his jaw, the muscles in his lower jaw tight as stone. But he ultimately lowered his head as well, the hatred in his eyes turning into fear.

Not worth worrying about.

Garoth made his judgment inwardly.

These Giants had no Mandate-level leader. They were a scattered mess and had already lost the courage to confront him directly.

However, since they were already irreconcilably offended with no possibility of reconciliation, it would be best to root them out completely.

Hatred, left unattended, would ferment.

Garoth withdrew his gaze and glanced at the Green Dragon.

Their gazes met. The Green Dragon immediately understood and responded with a beautiful yet cruel smile.

The Elves who were directing the scene also noticed their exchange.

Those with sharp minds had already thought of the future for the Giants. It would not be easy. However, they were not prepared to do anything about it.

Even if the Giant King were still alive, his strategic value couldn’t compare to the Scarlet Emperor Cangxing.

The Giant King was certainly powerful. But when placed on the scales with a Dragon Emperor who could single-handedly crush an Orc legion, the result was beyond doubt.

What’s more, the Giant King was already dead, deader than dead.

The remaining Giants were just broken troops without a spine. Their value was average.

On the political scales, sacrificing the Giants, who lacked a Mandate, to secure the support and cooperation of the Scarlet Emperor Cangxing—this account was far too easy to calculate.

In peacetime, the Elves might have felt some reluctance.

But this was wartime. It was not the time for indecisiveness.

“Everyone.”

Aelarian raised her voice. “Although the Orcs’ first wave of attack was crushed, this is merely the prologue, not the finale.”

Her fingers swept across the table, and the perspective of the map shifted southward.

The location of the Bloodskull tribe’s camp was magnified. Then, one could see the other major tribes encamped in two other areas, echoing the Bloodskull tribe from afar.

“They are plotting something in secret,” Aelarian said. “The Chosen One of the Red Tide and the Bone-Gnawing Saint Fang have been silent for too long. Every time they are silent, it is like the calm before a storm. The sea surface is as smooth as a mirror, but the seafloor is already turbulent. We cannot sit here and wait for them to complete their deployment.”

Her finger lightly tapped the map.

A silver-white arrow shot out from the Elven positions, pointing directly at the location of the Bloodskull tribe’s camp. The symbol of the main legion floated above the arrow.

“Therefore, the Empire has decided to take the initiative and attack.”

“We will counterattack the Kantum positions, disrupt their plan’s rhythm, and bring the warfire into their tents.”

This decision meant an escalation of the war.

Earlier, facing the Orcs’ aggression, the Elves had primarily focused on defense, not wanting to sacrifice too many of their people’s lives.

The Elven population grew slowly. The life of every Elven warrior was extremely precious. Commanders would do their utmost to protect them.

But one-sided defense would not win a war.

The Orcs didn’t care about casualties. They could exhaust the Elves’ morale and supplies with repeated failed attacks, and then break through the line at some point.

Since sacrifice was unavoidable, they now chose to attack.

“This isn’t just about the Blackrock Wasteland occupied by the Bloodskull tribe,” Aelarian continued. “Other Naursil legions will simultaneously launch counterattacks in the zones held by the Bonebreaker and Blackfang tribes. These three offensives will proceed in sync, preventing the three Orc tribes from supporting each other.”

“But!”

“Please remember, the Blackrock Wasteland is the most important main battle zone.”

Everyone understood her meaning.

The other two fronts were for containment. This one was for the decisive victory.

“After breaking through the Blackrock Wasteland, from here continuing south, it’s a completely flat, almost entirely plain terrain. There are no natural barriers to block the legion’s advance. There are only a few rivers with shallow fords. The mountains are a thousand miles away.”

“As long as we tear open the Bloodskull tribe’s line, we can thrust straight towards the heart of Kantum.”

Among the three major tribes of the Kantum Empire, the Bloodskull was the strongest.

They had amassed a large amount of troops in the Blackrock Wasteland.

Now, Naursil had decided to launch a full-scale counteroffensive, and they placed particular emphasis on the Blackrock Wasteland. The offensive and defensive posture of both sides was gradually reversing.

“The specific strategic plan is as follows.”

“Our Naursil legions will be the main force. In seven days, they will advance to the middle section of the Blackrock Wasteland to engage the main Orc force in a pitched battle. The troops of the allied kingdoms will cooperate on the flanks.”

“The Giants will be responsible for the left flank.”

Her gaze swept over those Giants. “Your mission is to cover the main force’s left side, preventing the Orcs from outflanking us. If you encounter scattered troops or roaming cavalry, crush them directly. If you encounter the main force, contain them and wait for reinforcements.”

The Storm Giant nodded stiffly.

“The Greenwild Kingdom will be responsible for the right flank.”

Aelarian looked at the Green Queen. “The right flank has shrub forests and a few river courses, suitable for the Greenwild legions to operate. If necessary, you can launch a supplementary assault from the right flank, cooperating with the main force to pincer the Orc central army.”

Cerora nodded gracefully.

“The remaining allied kingdoms will be flexibly deployed at various points along the battle line according to their own characteristics.”

The leaders of each race nodded one after another.

The Elves’ plan was by the book. Its strength lay in its steadiness. There were no obvious loopholes.

The key point was that in a large-scale, direct confrontation, the tactical options available were not numerous in the first place. Only the command allocation of Legendary units could allow for some flexibility.

Just then, Thalamond stepped forward.

“In the name of the Solar Knight, I will lead from the front and command the legion in the first wave of the charge.”

“I will break open the Orcs’ frontal line, forcing their War Chiefs to deal with me directly. A Knight’s duty does not permit me to stand behind.”

He swept his gaze across the Legendaries present, finally resting on Aelarian.

Aelarian nodded. “Thalamond breaks through the front. This is his specialty.”

As she spoke, her fingers gently brushed the silver longbow on her back.

The bow’s body was made of an unknown material. The bowstring was woven from some kind of glowing thread, giving off a faint, cold light in the night. This bow had been in her hands for over three hundred years. Its name was Moon’s Lament.

“I will be responsible for observing the overall situation, seeking the most fatal moment.”

“When the Orc Mandate reveals a flaw, my arrow will find him. I will make them understand why my arrows are called the Midnight Knell beneath the moon.”

The Wood Elf Vilrain simply said, “I will provide support and restraint for all of you.”

She did not elaborate on her specific tasks. Arcane support required adapting to the situation.

Finally, Aelarian’s gaze turned to the dark red iron dragon.

The great dragon’s faceplate was thick, revealing no particular expression. The light patterns in the gaps between its scales flickered slightly, as if breathing. Its gaze was deep and calm, but seemed to conceal some kind of hunger within.

“Scarlet Emperor Cangxing.”

“I hope you will not act immediately.”

The Elf said.

Garoth’s pupils shifted slightly, landing on the Elf.

Aelarian explained, “The enemy must already have countermeasures planned for you. The destructive power you displayed in the first battle was far too great. The ripples it caused could not have failed to reach the ears of the Orc high command. If I were commanding the Orc general, I would definitely formulate a tactic targeting you.”

“The Orcs are not stupid beasts.”

“Their way of thinking is different from ours, but it is by no means inferior. And the Shaman High Chieftain of the Bloodskull tribe, Sarthoa, is a top-tier Mandate Sorceress. She will not allow you to easily crush her legions again.”

She paused, then offered her suggestion.

“I hope you will first observe the battle situation, then adapt. Clearly see the Orcs’ deployment, find their means of targeting you, and then choose the most appropriate time and method to act.”

“Once you are targeted, even the sharpest sword can be blocked by a shield.”

“I do not want to see you trapped in a difficult battle at the very start of the war.”

Her reasoning was not without merit.

Facing a prepared enemy, repeating the same tactic was foolish.

However, after listening to her words, the red iron dragon slowly shook his head.

“This is too troublesome.”

“I have a better plan.”

Aelarian frowned. “What plan?”

The red iron dragon raised its massive head. The light patterns in the gaps between its scales became brighter in an instant, like embers being blown upon.

“Very simple.”

“I will stand at the very front of the legion, just like before, and bring destruction to the Orc legions. I will make them sink into a glorious blazing flame, turning them into ash and dust.”

“Simple, direct, efficient.”

“If the Orcs want to target me, then let them come. I will be unstoppable and irresistible. I will shatter all their ridiculous strategies and end them completely.”

Hearing this, the Green Dragon Cerora tilted her head slightly, a flash of excitement in her eyes.

Sure enough.

She had guessed correctly.

The mutation would cause subtle changes in Garoth’s personality.

The foundation remained the same, but the mode of expression had changed. A stranger might not be able to tell, after all, Garoth’s calm tone was still the same, and his way of speaking was still as brief and direct as ever.

But in the eyes of a dragon as familiar with Garoth as she was, this change was already extremely significant.

She could tell that Garoth was very aggressive right now.

No, it wasn’t entirely aggression.

Unlike the sharp-edged quality of his Rift Form, it was more like he possessed some kind of desire, like a burning flame, yearning to release its heat.

Cerora lightly flicked her tail but said nothing.

Aelarian frowned slightly. A shallow vertical crease appeared between her brows.

She could understand Garoth’s confidence, but the line between confidence and recklessness could sometimes be very blurry.

“You must understand. This time, the Bloodskull tribe we are facing has a top-tier Mandate Shaman,” she tried to explain once more, her tone more serious than before. “She is the leader of the Bloodskull tribe, Sarthoa. She is also the right-hand of the Chosen One of the Red Tide. She will certainly not allow you to repeat your old trick.”

“I heard you.”

Garoth looked down, staring at the Elf.

“I have accepted Naursil’s commission.”

“But that does not mean I have become a subordinate of the Elves. I know how to fight, and I will destroy the enemy according to my own methods. If your arrangements align with my wishes, I will cooperate. But if I feel too restricted, I will act according to my own ways.”

The atmosphere in the square became subtly tense in an instant.

The authority of the Elves was very stable across Arotala. Very few people would so directly reject a command suggestion.

The red iron dragon’s expression remained as usual.

They were merely cooperating, not superior and subordinate.

Thalamond nodded from the side.

“He is right.”

“Aelarian, your plan is naturally the safe one.”

“However, the Scarlet Emperor Cangxing is not a warrior of our Naursil. He is the Emperor of the Aola Kingdom, an ally who accepted a commission to help in the war, not a soldier of the legion.” He paused, looking towards Garoth. “Furthermore, he is the one actively requesting to stand at the very front of the legion, not hiding in the rear waiting to reap the rewards.”

“Such a fierce warrior should not be stopped.”

“Besides, he looks completely different from before. We should trust him to choose his own way of fighting, not bind him with our rules. After all, who can bind a raging flame?”

This Grand Knight saw the red iron dragon’s resolve and chose to support him.

Aelarian was silent for a few breaths, then looked at the red iron dragon.

“Very well, then act according to your own plan. You will stand at the very front of the legion and deliver the first blow.”

“If you are frustrated, or if the Orcs’ countermeasures exceed your expectations, then consider my plan. My bow will be ready to support you at any time.”

“I agree.”

Garoth nodded in response.

Opinions were unified.

Then, under the direction of the Elven overall commander, the specific details of the strategy were gradually finalized in the time that followed, mainly concerning the legions and the Legendary level.

As for the Saints of Kantum... Aelarian did not mention them.

The Saints might take action, but Naursil also had Immortal existences. And at this level of power, Naursil had the advantage. They simply wanted to win with the minimal cost, not achieve mutual destruction.

Finally, Aelarian said, “Everyone, the strategy is set.”

“Now, it is time to welcome the iron and blood. All units, complete your preparations according to your assigned positions. Three days from now, at dawn, the entire army will strike.”

“We will surely achieve ultimate victory and reclaim our Arotala.”

“For Arotala,” the Elves responded in unison.

“For victory.”

The people of the other allied kingdoms also responded in their own languages, their voices echoing in the night sky.

The entire position became bustling with activity, preparing for the coming war.

The red iron dragon spread its wings and circled once over the Blackrock Wasteland.

Looking down from high altitude, the Elven camp in the night was like a glowing Milky Way. But beyond the southern horizon, the Bloodskull tribe’s camp was hidden in the darkness, with only scattered flickers of firelight.