Chapter 809: Chapter 153: The Crazy Greenskin

Atop the towering mountains, the Red Dragon lazily coiled within the cave, its majestic body nearly filling the cave, emitting an overwhelming sense of oppression.

“Gush above…”

For a moment, Nur was deeply shaken, he had never seen such a gigantic dragon, even the detestable Ancient Gold Dragon seemed insignificant before this Emperor of Ashes.

Seemingly perceiving the arrival of visitors, the Red Dragon opened its eyes, slowly rising from the cave. Its crimson scales scraped against the surrounding rock walls, making a crackling sound, debris fell from the cave ceiling, the whole mountain echoed a muffled sound, as if every move it made might cause landslides and earthquakes.

The Red Dragon stretched out its enormous head, looking down upon the Orcs. Its pupils, like spheres of lava, flickered with firelight. Its broad wings unfurled slowly, casting a shadow over the Orcs.

“Father God above…”

“This, how is this possible?”

Under the terrifying pressure of the giant dragon, half of the Orc emissaries passed out on the spot, foaming at the mouth and even convulsing.

The remaining half of the Orcs, one after another, fell to their knees, heads deeply bowed, their ability to think clearly lost, only clinging to consciousness by their last bit of willpower.

Even Nur, who prided himself as a warrior of his tribe, collapsed with a “thump,” his forehead pressed against the dusty ground. His blood rushed and his heart pounded fiercely, as if about to burst through his chest.

Indeed, he is the Ashen Empire’s Emperor who conquered North Aisier! To possess such power! Even the former Lord Batu could not defeat such a dragon…

If they were to form an alliance with such an entity, what would that detestable Gold Dragon or that Dwarf King amount to? Even Aivendel, famed for its fortitude, would crumble before such a beast, fragile and breakable.

In an instant, emotions such as fear, shock, and excitement intermingled in Nur’s heart, and the bright future of avenging Batu and conquering the High Mountain Kingdom seemed right before his eyes.

With this thought, the Orc warrior mustered all his strength, recalling the warning given by the Mage earlier, and stutteringly said: “Seen, seen before His Majesty Cassius… We are emissaries from the Red Blood Tribe.”

“We have heard about your conquest of Aisier, and bring the respects of Chief Solo.”

Cassius pulled back his lips to reveal a fierce grin and slowly said: “Guests from the plains, do not be nervous, and do not fear. After all… I do not intend to devour you alive.”

“Hu, hu…”

Nur and the other Orcs felt a sense of lightness, the oppressive weight on their shoulders suddenly vanished, they gasped for air, finally recovering from extreme fear and chaos.

Nur, face ugly and filled with fangs, forced a flattering smile, exhausting every poetic word from the Orcish epics that he could recall, trying his best to flatter: “Your Majesty Cassius, your body is more majestic than the mountains, your presence wider than the plains…”

“Your Majesty, we are not frightened, but stunned by your power. Your Majesty, only upon witnessing your form did we understand why you could conquer North Aisier.”

After slathering his flattery, the Orcs once again bowed their heads, pressing their foreheads to the ground, anxiously awaiting further questions from the Emperor.

They were well aware that unlike the Metal Dragons, the five-colored dragons are malevolent beings, and the Red Dragon especially is an unpredictable tyrant, unpredictable in whether they might inadvertently provoke him.

A thunderous voice rumbled above them, the Red Dragon asked: “Orcs of the Red Blood Tribe, for what purpose do you come?”

“We desire to forge an alliance with the Ashen Empire.” Nur hastened to say.

The Red Dragon’s gaze flickered, evidently anticipating this, he softly repeated the words.

“An alliance?”

Nur quickly lifted his head, his voice eager: “Yes, Your Majesty Cassius, your empire has just conquered the North Aisier Plain, its military might robust, achieving great victories.”

“Your next target should be the High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom in the Black Stone Mountain Range! There lie rich veins, and countless skilled Dwarf craftsmen capable of producing quality weapons and equipment…”

However, Cassius directly interrupted him: “Conquering the High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom is indeed a good idea, but… the Ashen Empire is powerful enough, what reason do we have to ally with you?”

Nur, caught off-guard by this response, pondered for a moment, then somewhat hastily explained: “Our Orc tribe has been at war with the Dwarves for thousands of years, we’ve raided Aivendel multiple times and know them well, surely the best ally for the Empire…”

Cassius interrupted him again: “But how come I hear that you have never achieved victory, and just months ago were utterly defeated and fled in disarray.”

“No, Your Majesty, we only just…”

The Red Dragon lowered its head, exhaling hot, sulfurous breath, and sinisterly said: “Such losers, what right do you have to be considered equals in an alliance with the Empire?”

“Boom–”

Dust flew, debris scattered, the ground thundered.

Suddenly, immense pressure poured down again, weighing on the shoulders of the Orcs, even causing the ground under their knees to collapse, forming shallow pits, and several more Orcs passed out, leaving only a handful able to withstand.

“No…”

Nur murmured to himself, feeling the beautiful vision of conquering Aivendel and taking revenge on the Dwarves developing countless cracks in his heart, about to shatter and collapse.