A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 258: Chapter 238: Surprise Attack, Decapitation!

Baroque’s massive body became the best target.

He roared, swinging his Wolf Fang Club and smashing two Beastmen who couldn’t dodge in time, sending them crashing into the rock wall. But instantly, more weapons struck him.

”Hold on!”

The other Ogres finally squeezed in, their massive bodies temporarily blocking the gap.

They swung their weapons, each strike raising a bloody whirlwind. One Beastmen Berserker was struck in the waist by a stone club and flew out like a ragged sack, knocking over several companions, with fragments of his organs spewing wildly from his mouth.

But the Beastmen’s counterattack was equally fierce. A Beastmen wielding a massive chain flail swung the spiked iron ball and fiercely struck the side of an Ogre’s knee, resulting in a terrifying crack; the Ogre’s mountain-like body painfully knelt on one knee.

Another Beastmen Berserker seized the opportunity, leaping high with a Double-Bladed War Axe, aiming all his strength at the back of the Ogre’s neck.

The axe blade severed the thick neck bones, and the massive head, accompanied by a spray of scorching blood, shot skyward, the headless body collapsing with a thud.

The narrow space behind the gate instantly turned into a bloody mill.

Ogre roars, Beastmen battle cries, the crack of breaking bones, the sound of weapons striking flesh, and the dying screams combined into a cruel symphony.

Thick blood flowed wantonly over the rough ground, mixing with dirt and shattered organs, sticky and slippery underfoot.

Outside the gate, Lak and the other Jackal-Wolf Folk, along with a few Centaurs, tried to charge into the gap to assist, but were stopped by the Kobold leader’s roar: ”Fools! Above!”

Lak looked up and saw that, with the gate opened, human archers had shaken off the poison interference and were once again drawing their bows. Worse yet, he noticed several figures wearing heavy Beastmen robes, their faces painted, appearing on the cliff edge.

——Dawn Tribe Shamans.

One Elder Shaman raised a Magic Staff inlaid with mammoth tusks and unknown crystals, chanting obscure spells; the crystal at the staff’s tip suddenly gleamed with a blinding white light!

”Scatter!”

The Jackal-Wolf Folk, terrified, screamed shrilly.

Boom! A thick white lightning bolt tore through the air, descending with thunderous roars.

The Jackal-Wolf Folk’s worries were unnecessary; the target wasn’t the ones on the ground but the Ogres.

The lightning struck precisely an Ogre who was wielding a war hammer, the blinding white light engulfing him instantly, leaving no time to scream as his body charred, carbonized, and trembled violently, finished off by a Beastmen Berserker’s attack.

And when the other creatures wanted to come to aid.

The Barbarians from the Dawn Tribe leapt down one by one like cannonballs into the wave of Jackal-Wolf Folk and Kobolds, slashing through them, further assisted by archers and Warlock Shamans’ attacks, causing chaos among them.

Inside the gate, the battle rapidly deteriorated.

The Elder Shaman waved the Magic Staff, and time and again, the ghastly white lightning struck, causing severe casualties among the Ogres, who were being killed one by one with the help of the Berserkers.

Now only Baroque and another Ogre remained.

The two, though incredibly brave, couldn’t fend off so many; under the fearless assault of the Beastmen Berserkers, they were drenched in blood, covered in wounds.

Baroque’s arm was severed at the elbow by a huge axe, blood gushing from the wound.

His remaining arm swung the Wolf Fang Club, forcing back several Beastmen Berserkers, but was spotted by one from behind, wielding a heavy Two-Handed Giant Sword.

The Beastmen Berserker had a huge wound on his chest but seemed unfazed.

He took a deep breath, his muscles bulging, eyes blood-red, the Giant Sword carrying his full strength and charging momentum like a black lightning bolt, stabbing violently at Baroque’s back.

Thwack! The Giant Sword pierced through the Ogre’s thick back, blood and flesh splattering out from the chest.

The Ogre’s movements halted instantly, unable to believe his eyes as he looked down at the blood-stained sword tip emerging from his chest.

His massive body swayed a few times, issuing gurgling sounds from his throat, the fierce light in his eyes quickly dimming, but in a final burst of strength before collapsing, his Wolf Fang Club soared up again, smashing the Beastmen Berserker’s head, causing it to burst like a watermelon.

At this time, the last Ogre was also pierced by several weapons simultaneously, and after a final mournful cry, collapsed with a thud.

At the gap in the gate, the Beastmen Berserkers stood atop the massive corpses of the Ogres, waving their blood-stained weapons, giving out thunderous victory roars! Their blood-red eyes gazed beyond the bloodstained gate at the disordered Molten Iron fodder outside, briefly thrown into chaos by the death of their leaders.

The Molten Iron Tribe’s assault, after paying a terrible price, was brutally killed outside the pass.

Black Stone Pass, like a giant beast with bloodstained fangs spread open, chewed up and swallowed the waves of Molten Iron Soldiers charging towards it.

”Not coming down yet?”

Skull Eater Scar whispered in his heart.

He was a high leader of the Dawn Tribe Barbarians, not directly participating in the battle, but watched the sky from the shadows of the pass, his gaze fixed on the white Dragon Shadow soaring high above, on high alert.

This battle was extraordinarily intense.

The Molten Iron Tribe was on the defensive, but their counterattack wasn’t weak, inflicting quite a few casualties, turning the entire Black Stone Pass seemingly into a meat grinder.

However, by now, victory and defeat were decided.

The bodies of the Ogres blocked part of the gate gap, but they could not stop the bloodthirsty desire of the Beastmen Berserkers.

They roared in fury, like ferocious beasts breaking loose from shackles, charging out of the narrow shadows of the pass over the bodies of allies and foes, hurling towards the chaotic front ranks of the Molten Iron Legion on the plain.