Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: Orc Dungeon — Despair

These high orcs all wore massive armour plates with the tusks and horns of beasts protruding from the pauldrons. Their armour made them literal tanks.

Against the charge of red-skinned high orcs, bullets became useless. They bounced off their tough armour, so the Agents sent their Greyhounds to meet them.

Although the Greyhounds were fast and moved in groups, a swing of a high orc’s axe was all it took to rip them apart.

Only Dominic’s summon had the strength to handle these high orcs. It swatted them to the ground with heavy paw strikes, biting off their heads, but their numbers were great.

As it faced one orc after tossing another against a tree, a third high orc descended with a downward sweep of its axe, yet Dominic calculated it and shot the high orc right at its unprotected skull.

The orc fell only to rise back up. ’It’s not just their armour. Our bullets are useless against their skin.’

Realising this, Dominic manifested fangs and claws. His legs transformed into digitigrade legs as a deep growl came out of his mouth.

While he lunged into battle, Isadora’s sloth kept moving with increasing speed as its targets became weak. The high orcs were no exception.

Those around Isadora’s sloth found it easy to deal with the green-skinned and red-skinned orcs; as they became fatigued, their very weapons and armour caused their downfall.

However, it seemed as if they fought against an endless horde. Isadora lifted her eyes and saw a high orc cleave through the spider summon of one of her guild members!

She turned to the Esper and saw it still summoning more high orcs, and a lot more green skin as well. It grew thinner, but before that skill killed the Esper, it would definitely crush them under the weight of a great orc army.

Rowan spotted the same thing as his own guild members fell to the orcs. His face hardened as he glared at the Esper.

"That orc!"

This was the first time he had encountered an Esper. It was more intelligent than even the dreaded high orc shamans. This one acted as a wormhole, bringing an entire army wherever it was.

Should this thing enter the world, there would be mass deaths. If it wasn’t killed, they would be slaughtered.

"Black!" Rowan called out, and his black wyvern, being the biggest and strongest of the three, turned toward him before setting its reptilian eyes on the Esper.

It swung its tail, slapping lots of orcs away, before flapping its wings and soaring into the sky with its brothers. All three of them breathed flames toward the Esper. The air screamed as it was torn apart.

The thunderous whoosh of ignition followed as flames erupted from their mouths like a geyser. It swept through the ranks of the orcs like a furnace, eventually swallowing up the Esper.

It collapsed to its knees while burning.

"We won’t lose," Rowan said firmly. His confidence strengthened the hearts of others as they celebrated their victory, but the moment they all arrived at the edge of the forest, their faces changed.

The earth sloped down into a vast expanse. A land without a single plant, like a cursed place, and this vast expanse was filled with orcs.

Their numbers were so great that no one could believe their eyes. The high orcs they faced in the hundreds existed here in the thousands.

In the heart of this great and mighty horde were two four-hundred-feet-tall trees, separated by less than ten feet. Their roots had become entwined, and the height of the roots above ground alone were as high as two and a half meters, so a staircase was built.

In between these two great trees, now dried up and stone-like, was a throne made of skulls, bones, and wood.

Seated on this throne was a grey-skinned orc, twelve feet tall should it stand. It had rings in its thick tusks and more in its lupine ears. It wore heavy armour and had its white hair plaited into thick braids.

The orcs were roaring. The roar of tens of thousands felt like a force of nature. They were all prepared for battle.

Upon seeing the size of the orc army, Isadora shivered with wide eyes. "Good lord."

Her shivering was a reaction from locking eyes with the Great Orc Chieftain, who roared at the top of his lungs, his voice sweeping through the expanse.

"Vulashki!!"

Fear sank deep into the hearts of the combatants. Some couldn’t even move as the Orc Chieftain’s aura felt heavy.

Dominic looked at the gauge he took from one of his men, and hope almost died out of his eyes.

"14.2 Throne Tier..." he gasped. When they were outside, the dungeon read 13.5, and seers had said it would be an orc dungeon, but none of them foresaw an army this great. They would have brought Amazon’s entire military and every combatant.

"A Throne Tier boss with a great army of Lord Tiers, High Tiers, and Elite Tiers," Rowan said grimly as the great army now had their eyes on them. Their battle-hungry spirit flared up.

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