Chapter 42: Destroying the Giant Fang Fortress

At 7:00 PM on May 21st, 579 of the Blood-Axe Calendar in Kadowen, Mo Ge Blood-Mane, who was in the Giant Fang Fortress, was looking at the battle report in his hand with worry. This civil war had lasted for three years, and there was no sign of it ending yet. Several times, when he was about to annihilate Balgu Iron-Tooth's army, a sudden collapse occurred.

Now Mo Ge increasingly questioned Gosh Giant-Hammer's ability, but he was one of the only two Legendary Rank in Kadowen. If he didn't rely on him, who else could he rely on—that even worse Balgu? Mo Ge felt he couldn't do it. The exhausted Ogre Warlord closed his heavy eyes after a sigh.

At midnight, the night was like ink, with only a few cold stars twinkling in the velvet night sky. Giant Fang Fortress—this Ogre fortress, like a dormant giant beast, occupied the only passage between two steep mountain peaks. The city walls were built of black giant rocks, filled with rusty weapons and animal bones, casting ferocious shadows under the thin moonlight. Below the pass was a rushing torrent, and anything that fell would be instantly swept into the abyss.

Three huge figures glided silently through the night sky. The Silver Dragon beast Morax was filled with cold air, the Red Dragon beast Igro's scales faintly glowed dark red in the dark, and the Blue Dragon beast Vicks had invisible electric sparks jumping between his dragon horns. They used the mountain valley's airflow to circle to the top of the cliff on the left side of the fortress, which was the blind spot of the defenders' vision.

Morax stretched out his sharp claws, and the frost condensed on his fingertips quietly covered the cliff wall, creating a smooth ice mirror slope. The three slid down the ice surface, choosing the most chaotic area of the fortress—near the slaughterhouse and animal pen. The smell here was mixed, and the sound of screaming and chopping meat perfectly covered the friction sound of the dragon wings folding. Electric arcs flashed in Vicks' eyes, and the torches of a nearby patrol suddenly went out. The soldiers cursed in confusion in the dark, completely unaware that the fatal observers had lurked in the shadows.

The dragon beasts were scattered at three high points: Morax climbed onto the roof of the granary, ice crystals spread under his claws, silently sealing the gaps that might leak secrets; Igro lurked on the roof of the armory, high temperature distorting the surrounding air, and insects on the ground ran around restlessly; Vicks hung in the shadows outside the watchtower, like a bone-attached maggot. Through the spiritual link developed by the Shadow Intelligence Bureau and the special communication means developed by the Deep Gnomes, information converged in an instant.

Iroge: "Most of the soldiers are gathered in the central barracks, but there is a house in the southeast corner that emits the aura of a strong person. The Master Rank Ogre warrior Mo Ge Blood-Mane should live there."

Vicks: "The distance between the arrow towers in the southwest corner is too large, and the magic barrier only covers the front. The granary and the oil depot are adjacent, separated only by wooden fences."

Morax: "Iroge is responsible for destroying the Ogre's armory and granary, Vicks is responsible for destroying the heavy bed crossbows on the city wall, and I am responsible for dealing with the barracks. Two, remember, leave and retreat if you encounter danger. We have plenty of opportunities, don't be brave and competitive."

When the copper bell in the center of the fortress struck the twelfth stroke of midnight, the attack began.

A condensed dark red fire pillar shot out like an arrow, hitting the dry forage silently. There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a muffled "puff" sound. But the next second, the terrifying fire suddenly rose, like a giant beast splashed with oil, instantly swallowing the entire area. The color of the fire turned from dark red to dazzling bright white, and rolling thick smoke rushed into the sky.

"Come quickly! It's on fire!" The Ogres in their sleep were awakened and rushed out of the barracks in a panic. Most of the guards and soldiers instinctively were attracted by the fire, carrying buckets and weapons and rushing to the west side, and the scene instantly fell into chaos.

Just when everyone's attention was attracted by the fire, Vicks made a move. Seeing him press his claws on the rock top, he chanted in a low voice. The clouds in the sky began to rotate, forming a huge vortex. The next moment, a blue lightning bolt brighter than the sun fell from the sky, accurately hitting the central watchtower of the fortress!

Boom!!!

The thunder was deafening, and the entire fortress trembled. The top of the watchtower was blown away directly, and bricks and stones splashed. Immediately afterwards, countless blue arcs covered the entire city wall, all torches on the city wall were instantly extinguished, and the iron hoisting gate mechanism was instantly overheated and melted, emitting a pungent burnt smell. All Ogres who tried to blow the horn were shocked and twitching all over the moment they touched the horn.

The moment the watchtower was hit, a burly figure wrapped in gravel flew out of the ruins and landed heavily on the main square. It was Mo Ge Blood-Mane. Now he was scorched all over, but his muscular body was unharmed. The great axe in his hand shone with cold light under the residual light of the lightning, and he let out a roar to the sky, full of unyielding fighting spirit.

"Cowards! Get out here!" He roared, and the Master-level aura erupted, forcibly suppressing the panicked Ogres around him. The powerful aura made the Ogres present feel refreshed, but this was ultimately just a flash in the pan.

Morax jumped down from the rock top, stretching his body in the air, like unfolded silver wings. He didn't make any sound. When he landed, a freezing frost mist spread out with him as the center. The Ogre warriors who were trying to put out the fire instantly became ice sculptures.

Mo Ge felt the murderous aura from behind and turned to swing his axe. But Morax was already in front of him, and what he spat out was not dragon breath, but a pure white beam composed of highly compressed ice crystals. Mo Ge reacted very quickly, using the wide side of his great axe to block in front of him. The ice crystal spear hit the axe face, not exploding, but instantly freezing the entire great axe together with Balgu's arm into an ice sculpture.

Just when Mo Ge wanted to escape, Iroge slapped over, but was dodged by Mo Ge, who was faster. Seeing that one blow missed, Iroge swung his tail and whipped it towards the Ogre warrior. Mo Ge, who was whipped, flew out instantly, but the abnormally strong Ogre warrior clearly didn't intend to surrender, and struggled to stand up again.

"Move aside, I'm going to fight this Ogre one-on-one today, let him know what a Red Dragon is."

After saying that, ignoring Morax's obstruction, he rushed up. The remaining two dragon beasts had to clean up the remaining Ogre warriors, and screams rose everywhere in the fortress.

Iroge indicated not to take advantage of others' danger, threw a healing potion made by Bog-men, and after the Ogre warrior drank it, he rushed up. The Ogre warrior saw the opportunity and hit a Martial Art: Execution. Iroge saw the situation was not good and dodged sideways.

"The Ogre Warlord is nothing more than this. It seems that Ogres are all famous for nothing!"

Mo Ge launched the attack first! He knew that he was injured and exhausted, and must end the battle quickly. He used the Martial Art: Wind Slash, and his huge body instantly erupted with amazing speed, charging in a straight line, but strangely turned sideways at the moment of approaching, using his intact left arm to swing the short-handled battle axe, drawing a tricky arc, directly taking the joint of the scorched scale's foreclaw—combat experience immediately let him find the best way to fight against the giant beast.

Iroge let out a low roar with a hint of approval. The dragon claw did not dodge or parry, and the knuckles covered with hard scales clenched tightly, smashing towards the ground like a heavy hammer.

With a boom, the ground cracked, and the shockwave made Mo Ge's charge momentum stagnate. That exquisite axe also lost its aim, only scraping a string of sparks on the dragon scales. Iroge took the opportunity to swing his muscular dragon tail, sweeping across like a giant whip. Mo Ge's pupils shrank, and he leaned backward abruptly. The dragon tail swept past his nose with hot wind.

He had no time to get up, and the severe pain in his right arm deformed his movements. Iroge seized this flaw, and the dragon claw raised again. This time, a group of scorching white small fireballs condensed in the palm, rolling like lava—he didn't want to end it too quickly, but to force the opponent to show his full potential.

Bang! The fireball exploded at Mo Ge's feet, not hitting directly, but the splashing lava and the impact of the explosion still threw him away heavily, falling heavily on the scorched ground. He struggled, trying to support his body with the short-handled axe, but the injured right arm made him lose his balance, and he knelt on one knee again.

"Is that all? Your fighting spirit, only stops here? That really disappoints me!"

This contemptuous remark was like the final catalyst. Mo Ge let out a deafening roar, which was not just a sound, but an eruption of some wild fighting spirit! After activating Martial Art: Solid Stone, his muscles bulged, his wounds burst with more blood, but a barbaric force was forcibly injected into his whole body.

He stood up abruptly, abandoned the short-handled axe, and the five fingers of his intact left hand were closed together. The entire arm was wrapped in earth-yellow fighting spirit condensed to the extreme, as if it had turned into an indestructible war hammer, rushing towards Iroge with unstoppable force, but was dodged by the Red Dragon beast sideways when it was about to approach, and directly knocked to the ground.

"Warrior, your move is not bad, but it's a pity that you can't exert much effect in your current state. The game ends here today!"

After saying that, Iroge bit off the Ogre warrior's neck. The light in Mo Ge's eyes faded rapidly, and his strength receded like a tide. In his dying moments, he saw countless Ogre warriors pierced by ice spears in the panic, or turned into charcoal by the suddenly discovered thunder.

Mo Ge knew that the Giant Fang Fortress was finished, and the Ogre Empire was also finished. Three organized giant dragons acted together. There must be a powerful force behind this. He fought hard, but in the end, he was just a pawn on someone else's chessboard.

After killing the Ogre warrior, Iroge also joined the ranks of destroying the fortress. Compared to fighting, he preferred to destroy a complete city, but for a chance to kill a powerful opponent, he also didn't want to miss it.

When the sun sprinkled the first ray of warm sunshine from the horizon, the Giant Fang Fortress also welcomed reinforcements in the broken walls. Looking at the fortress that was scorched everywhere, Gosh's heart sank to the bottom. ===== CHAPTER 43 =====