RE: My Dragon Girlfriend In The Dragonic Apocalypse

"Everyone go kill these fucking orcs!" Blake just wanted this war to end. If the orcs were in a normal state of mind, things might not be as bad, but now…. Blake closed his eyes and began forming a magic circle in his mind. He reached his hand out and slowly opened his eyes which began to shine with a red light. "Blood explosion!"

*Boom!*

Tens of thousands of orcs suddenly exploded into mists of blood. The spell Blake just used was an ancient spell of the drakani. It was a spell only they could use. This destroyed the entire front line that was charging in, allowing his people a bit of time to readjust themselves. "Keep fighting!!"

"Yaaaah!" A roar came from below him. Clance's eyes widened in surprise. She wondered just how much Blake was holding back. He used such a massive spell with ease to wipe out so many in a split second. If he used that spell over and over, he could easily wipe out the entire orc army on his own!

She bit her lip as she raised her hands into the air, weaving a spell she had not cast in a long time since the great war of the void. "Gates of Oblivion!"

*Chee! Chee!*

Cracks in space could be seen over the battlefield. They grew bigger and bigger until they shattered, revealing a large eye. The eye looked around at the begins on the ground before targeting a huge batch of orc mages. The eye lit up, growing brighter and brighter until a beam of light shot down and landed on the ground vaporizing everything it touched. Another massive attack took out at least a hundred thousand orcs.

At this time, on the back line, an orc in black armor was kneeling in front of the orc king. "Report!" The orc king shouted.

"Your Majesty, we might not be able to hold on if things keep going as they are. Right now, we are not just fighting some new age humans but dwarves, elves, fairies, pixies, and many other races. Even our own kind is on the other side, firing at us with strange weapons. Your Majesty, we have already lost half our force…." The orc in black armor reported with cold sweat dripping down his chin.

"What!? Half our force is already dead!? How can that be!?" The orc king stood up, but as he did, his fist smashed down on one of the girls next to him's head, killing her instantly. She didn't even cry out in pain as her head exploded into bits sending chunks of flash and brain all over the place.

"Yes. We could do nothing about it. They are not fighting like normal wars. They seem to have dug up trenches and are using them as cover. They also have many barriers blocking our mages. But now, even those mages have been wiped out. The orc leaders are down to two. We have suffered such heavy losses, and our men's morale is very low due to lack of food. They are all starving." The orc in black armor no longer cared. He had to lay this all out for his king, or they would all end up dying!

"Humph! They can't go a few days without food!? Is my orc clan this weak!? What are you generals doing!? Why have none of you sent out challenges to their commanders!?" The orc king yelled out.

"Your Majesty, that only works in the orc clan! This is war, not some spat on the training grounds!" The orc in black armor replied. He was getting upset. If they sent a challenge, the person who was sent out would just end up dead like the rest! You can not send a message during a war where it is you or them!

"You failure! I dare them not to accept a challenge! They will look weak! Go send out a challenge! You will be the one to challenge them!" The orc king ordered. His fat body was shaking and turning red from anger. He never knew he was surrounded by a bunch of incompetent fools!

The orc in black armor's face sank. He knew he had no other choice. What he hated most was he was not able to fight against the orc king. He was too powerful! He lowered his head and said: "By your word….."

Getting up and turning around, he jumped off the palanquin and walked over to his war elephant, and began charging toward the front lines. Since he was the one issuing the challenge, he would just go in himself.

Back inside the palanquin, the orc king's face was not good. "Half our forces are gone just like that…. Will I really need to make a move myself? Will I, the king, really have to stand up and fight? Why are all these shits under me no good!?"

The orc king snorted at his own thoughts. "Hah! Even if they all die, I will not move until I am the last one standing. Then I will clean everything up and start from scratch!" He turned and picked up an elven girl and stuffed her on his dick, and began working her hard. He was trying to get rid of his anger. But in the end, the poor elf girl could not take it and died halfway through it, causing the orc king to yell out in anger. "All of you are so weak!"

On the front line, Blake was standing in the sky, watching how things were calming down as his people began working together better. He had Faana and the others stop using large scale attacks and wanted them to keep an eye on the flanks to protect his people. Sadly though, in that first push, Blake ended up losing three people.

"Blake, an orc general, is on his way on a warhorse. He seems like he is here to issue a challenge." Onz's voice rang out. Blake nodded and tilted his head, and whispered into Noa's ear. Noa nodded and raised her bow. She drew it back, creating an arrow made of mana, aimed, and let it fly!