Chapter 699: Chapter 92: The Spreading Reputation Chapter 699: Chapter 92: The Spreading Reputation Phantasmal images appeared in the eyes of Batu Skullcrush–At that moment, he was pierced through the chest by Golden Dragon Flames, and shortly thereafter, he completely lost his life.

“Is this my destiny? Damn golden-skinned crawler! Damn dwarves and elves!”

In an instant, the millennia-long mutual slaughter among the Orcs on Wuge Prairie, the sacrifices of the Old Shaman, and Monk’s fearless determination all surfaced in his mind.

Batu Skullcrush’s hand holding “Gush’s Blood” trembled slightly; at this moment, he felt the fate of the Orcs was in his hands.

If he could win, leading the Red Blood Tribe to conquer Aivendel, the age-old wish of the Orcs would be fulfilled.

They would no longer need to kill each other over barren lands and meager resources, and their territory would be the entire Fianso Continent!

“Cowards! You will never defeat me–”
Facing enemies coming from different directions, Batu Skullcrush raised his Battle Axe towards the sky, emitting a furious war cry, as if challenging the entire world.

Blood Burning Frenzy!

The blood in all the Orcs’ bodies boiled! An endless surge of blood shot up into the sky, as if to dye the heavens red.

“Praise the One-eyed God!”

“Praise the Eternal Watcher!”

The Beastman Shamans simultaneously spread their arms, emitting a devout prayer as terrifying power descended from the sky, enveloping the Beastman Chief.

With many blessings, Batu’s aura climbed several levels, approaching the peak of legends.

“For Moradin!”

Ed, the Master of High Mountains, issued a heart-wrenching roar. Blood from the Dwarf Royal Family surged from his body, merging into the Warhammer.

Clang! Clang!

The soul-forging flames wrapped around his body, the crisp sound of forging echoed, tempering him.

At this moment, Ed was even fusion-casting himself with the Rock Hammer!

Suddenly, a nearly hundred-meter-long, blood-stained bronzed iron hammer appeared in mid-air.

“Hum–”
Accompanied by the roaring air, it violently smashed towards the Orcs, like a mountain crashing to the ground.

With a fierce shout, Batu hurriedly used his Great Axe to brace against the sky, and the giant Orc shadow behind him made the same move.

“Boom!”

In an instant, a powerful gust swept tens of thousands present off their feet, an endless hurricane swept across the land, and the sky continued to rumble.

Stones, dead wood, flesh, and even discarded swords were swept into the sky, forming a terrifying storm.

At the center of the storm, Batu still maintained his pose bracing the Great Axe, covered in wounds, but the Orc shadow behind him shattered like glass.

And Ed was also blown away, creating a large crater on impact, soaked in blood, barely alive, yet still clenching the Warhammer in his hand.

“Long, Long-bearded Man…

Is this all the strength your hammer has?”

Batu, disregarding his own blood, sneered fiercely, ready to step forward and end the other’s life, but another sharp cry came from behind.

“No mercy for sworn enemies!”

Batu turned his head only to see the Avenging Angel with wings on her back swooping down, the Silver Sword carrying the twilight’s glow slashing through the air.

Countless blade lights descended from the sky, crisscrossing everywhere, each streak as dazzling as the last glimmers of sunset.

“Swoosh–”
Blood totems surrounded the Orc, resisting the storm-like onslaught.

However, the totems soon dimmed, dense wounds appeared on his body, blood sprayed everywhere, and the faint light burned the wounds, with angry vengeful spirits surging from all directions.

Even giant dragons would struggle to withstand such an assault.

Yet at this moment, this Beastman Chief, with his strong physique and firm will, forcibly endured these attacks.

“Even if I die, I will drag you self-proclaimed righteous folks to Hell!

Orcs also deserve the right to live under the sunlight!”

At this time, Batu Skullcrush, completely ignoring his injuries, roared through gritted teeth.

The symbol of the One-eyed God appeared above Rhea’s head, a vicious curse from the Orcs, causing the Half-Elf Paladin to suddenly feel feeble, her back sinking almost to the ground.

For a Legendary Paladin with a sacred physique, this curse could only delay her for a moment–but that was enough.

Batu, holding his Battle Axe, braved the storm of blade winds to rush towards Ed, aiming to end the life of the Dwarf King, his remaining eye gleaming fiercely.

“Ahhhh–”
With Ed Klein’s death, the High Mountain Kingdom would be leaderless, and their Orcs would still have a chance to conquer Aivendel!

“Not good!”

Rhea saw the Orcs’ intention, quickly flapped her wings from behind, stretching out her hand, trying to block his path.

But it was too late by then, Batu Skullcrush had already reached the Dwarf King, raising the Great Axe in his hands with a smirk.

Ed lay powerlessly on the ground, gasping, “Orcs, you’ll never make it into…”

Batu Skullcrush grinned ferociously, his arm muscles bulging, suddenly exerting force: “Too bad you won’t live to see that day!”

At this critical moment, a harsh booming sound came from above their heads, a shadow abruptly appeared, growing larger and enveloping them.

“Boom!”

The ground trembled, dust billowed.

A massive Gold Dragon dived from the sky, like a meteor crashing to the ground, directly pouncing on the head of the Beastman Chief.

The ground was smashed into a huge crater, and in the depths of that crater, the once-mighty Beastman Chief lay beneath the Dragon Claw, barely alive.

He was severely injured, his bulky body covered in wounds, almost not a single spot intact.