Chapter 741: Chapter 113: Planning and Invitation_2 Chapter 741: Chapter 113: Planning and Invitation_2 “Wu——”
A prolonged howl pierced the sky, mingled with the whistling wind, evoking a boundless desolation.
In the distance, the figures of several Worgs flickered in the wind like ghosts racing across the prairie.
Astride the Worgs, clad in beast fur and wielding short bows and spears, were the Orcs—the commonly seen Worgs Cavalry of the tribe.
Just then, a shrill sound ca from afar.
“Swoosh——”
A gleaming arrow sliced through the cold wind, traversing hundreds of ters to target the Worgs Cavalry.
“Ah.”
A brief cry erupted as an Orc Cavalry took an arrow between the brows, falling lifelessly from the Worg’s back.
On a hill hundreds of ters away, Rhea stood composed, her gaze serene, treating the enemy’s death as a trivial matter.
At this mont, the Half-elf wore light armor, her helt off, her blond hair neatly tied back, giving her an efficient appearance.
“That makes seventy-eight.”
She whispered, then drew another arrow from behind and casually aid her silver longbow at a distant enemy.
“Swoosh——”
Another arrow, silver light cutting through the air, precisely piercing an Orc’s brow, sending him to Gush in the Nishak Kingdom.
“Boss, that’s an Elf Archer! She seems to be alone, but she’s already killed many of our brothers.”
“Damn it!”
“Cowards! You bunch of cowards! A disgrace to the Father God! You’re even worse than lowly goblins, to be terrified by a re Elf. We are hundreds strong, enough to chop her into minceat!”
The Orcs Cavalry leader, infuriated, blew his bone whistle to rally his troops to encircle and slaughter the Elf.
At that mont, the familiar sound rang out again; the informant Orc, caught off-guard, also toppled from his Worg and rolled several tis on the ground.
“Be careful! Her arrows are accurate!”
“Follow ! Surround her from different directions, kill her, and offer those sharp ears to the Father God!”
The Orcs, well-coordinated, swiftly closed in from various angles under command, with over thirty Worgs Cavalry converging.
“Die, sharp-ears!”
“The Orcs will reclaim everything!”
They raised their spears, shouting loudly, their voices harsh and raucous.
“Hah, to think they would co to …”
Rhea was fearless, her expression still cold, even showing a slight mocking smile, as she casually sheathed her longbow and drew her silver sword from her waist.
The Half-elf’s eyes glimred brightly. As an Avenger Paladin, she could see the sins wrapping around these Orc Cavalry—from their pillaging and irreverent destruction of a peaceful Dwarf village.
Villains, unredeemable villains.
Rhea held the Silver Sword horizontally in front, whispered a vow, “Against villains… show no rcy!”
“Shua——”
In an instant, a ring of light blade burst forth centered on her, spreading rapidly, the color resembling the lingering light of the sunset.
Everything in its path—be it vegetation, Orcs, Worgs, or even dust in the air—was cleanly sliced into two.
Suddenly, Orc blood sprayed in the air, their severed limbs scattering across the green and yellow prairie, staining it with splotches of blood.
“Yes, it’s her… it has to be her!”
“Quick! Retreat, that sharp-eared is Rhea, the Orc Butcher!”
The sight of the leader of the Orc Cavalry trembling all over, his hand clutching the spear shaking so severely he almost dropped it.
At the na “Orc Butcher,” nearly all the Orc Cavalry scread in terror, imdiately turning their Worgs around and fleeing desperately in the opposite direction.
“Go!”
“Don’t look back!”
“Damn, such bad luck, to encounter her!”
For months, this Half-Elf Paladin had road the Wuge Prairie, slaying thousands of Beastman Warriors, instilling fear at the re ntion of her na.
Rhea earned herself the notorious title “Beastman Butcher” with her Silver Sword and forced the Beastman Chief to make an exception: “Flee upon encountering Rhea.”
Rhea sneered, preparing to continue her pursuit, when suddenly, a mixture of howls and roars ca from the distant horizon.
Hearing this sound, the leader of the Beastman Cavalry turned deathly pale, his body trembling violently, and even the worg beneath him instinctively tucked its tail, letting out a whimper of fear.
“This is… the Golden Reaper.”
The Orc said the taboo na with a trembling voice, his face filled with disbelief.
It was said that when such roars are heard, it’s often too late, and the life of an orc is nearing its end.
Despairingly, he lifted his head, only to see a golden figure appearing in the sky, growing larger in his eyes, even overshadowing him.
“Boom!”
The Beastman Chief’s vision was engulfed by searing dragonfla, he lowered his head, only to see his own body crackling and burning, about to lt—this was the last scene he ever witnessed.
Thus, the dragon known to the Beastn as “Golden Reaper” flew over the prairie, swooping low, and with its scorching dragonfla turned any remaining Beastn to ash.
The Ancient Gold Dragon circled the sky several tis, emitting a formidable roar, then landed heavily on the slopes, causing even the earth to tremble slightly.
“Good day, Lord Titus, you remain as formidable as ever.”
Rhea sheathed her Silver Sword, bowing respectfully, her tone cold yet deferential.
The enormous Gold Dragon folded its wings behind him, using its pale golden vertical pupils to look at the Half-Elf, then nodded slightly: “Good day, Lady Rhea, you have indeed made quite a na for yourself on the Wuge Prairie.”
Rhea answered calmly: “Lord Titus, compared to your contributions, mine are trivial. I am rely doing my best to eradicate evil.”
Speaking frankly, if it weren’t for your tily assistance, we might not have dealt with that Beastman Chief.”
The Gold Dragon stepped forward with elegant, light steps, smiling, “Rhea, there’s no need for formality, we have long been comrades in arms.”
Rhea also smiled, nodding gently: “It’s truly an honor to fight alongside a being like an Ancient Gold Dragon and to have your friendship.”
Titus looked into the distance, seemingly implying sothing as he asked: “Rhea, once the matter with the Beastn is settled, where will you go?”
“Of course, back to Serinia, Queen Catherine… she is still waiting for .”
“You intend to start a rebellion, to help that queen reclaim her power?”
Rhea did not deny it, instead saying candidly: “The Senate’s decrepit rule has lasted too long, already teetering on the brink. They’re but a group of leeches clinging to nobility by humans, sucking blood from the Holy Tree.”
“Only the Elf Queen can lead Serinia to establish a new Order, reclaim the dignity of the elves, and stride toward a brighter future.”
Titus turned his head to look at the Half-Elf seriously: “Rhea, if you need assistance, I am more than willing to lend a hand. This world needs more rulers who adhere to principles of fairness and justice.”
Rhea lifted her head, earnestly saying: “Lord Titus, on behalf of Queen Catherine—and the tens of thousands of elves of Serinia, I offer you our heartfelt thanks.”
“Ah—”
Just then, a familiar, sowhat sharp dragon’s roar ca from afar.
Titus looked up, seeing a slender, sowhat smaller Gold Dragon approaching elegantly—it was the female Young Gold Dragon from the Eternal Order Realm, Aurora.
She panted, calling out in Draconic with so urgency.
“Senior Titus! Senior Titus!”
“The Golden Dragon Council is about to convene, the teacher specifically sent to notify you, you cannot miss it this ti.”
Seeing the two Gold Dragons discussing internal matters, Rhea tactfully said: “Titus, since you are engaged, I shall take my leave first.”
“Good.”
As the Half-Elf departed, Titus, or rather Cassius, watched the approaching Young Gold Dragon, a playful glint in his pale golden vertical pupils.
“Golden Dragon Council…”
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