Dragon God Resurrection - Chapter 18

The three friend’s eyes darted in the direction of the voice. They could see a group of 40 orcs coming towards them with their weapons drown.

The leader of the group was using a black metallic armor, and a huge club was on his back. He looked inquisitively at the group as he kept getting closer.

Marr looked at the orc leader and said to his two friends.

“I will deal with the big guy, I imagine it won’t be too hard for you two to deal the other orcs.”

Dayer sneered at the comment and took out his daggers as he got ready. Merrich gave a wry smile as he took out two rapiers from his back.

The Dragonborn smiled as he turned his head towards the group of orcs and said out loud.

“Gentlemen, I’m very sorry to intrude. My friend and I were just passing by and we saw some filth down there and decided to clean it. Imagine my surprise when, just as we were leaving, my friend accidentally found a passage to the top of the mountain, and such a nice gift was waiting for us.”

Marr smile turned into a mocking smirk and he said.

“I hope you don’t mind us not being polite and accepting this gift.”

As the words left his mouth, a suppressive aura was let out by Marr, and the orcs felt as if they were in the presence of a true dragon. All the orcs stopped in their tracks, and the three friends took this opportunity to attack.

While they were closing in, Dayer looked at Marr as he said.

“So, you are finally able to control it?”

Marr nodded as he answered.

“Artonak made me train on all aspects of the Draconic heritage.”

While he was talking about it, some scenes of his Dragon Fear training flashed on his mind and the Dragonborn couldn’t help but shudder as he remembered them

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An enormous Golden Dragon was in front of Marr, it was emanating an incredible might and all of it was directed at him.

The Dragon was looking straight as Marr with its green eyes.

Marr’s face showed a clear struggle as if he was fighting with something, his body was trembling and beads of sweat could be seen on his forehead.

After a few minutes, Marr’s knee hit the floor as he could not continue, seeing this the Gigantic Golden Dragon returned to his human form.

The Dragonborn let out a breath of relief as he looked at his ancestor who had a very satisfied look on his face.

“You can resist my Dragon Might quite well, as your mental fortitude and willpower increase it will be easier to execute and control your own Dragon fear.”

Marr stared at him as he cleaned the sweat on his forehead.

“Aren’t there other ways to train my willpower?”

Artonak gave a mocking smile as he said.

“There sure are, but none are as much fun as this one.”

Marr revealed a helpless expression and got up from the floor as he said.

“In what world is this fun? Every second of it feels like I’m dying.”

Artonak snickered as he said.

“I meant fun for me, Bwahahaha!”

Marr fell back down to the floor as he heard these words and almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

“Let’s get back to work, boy!”

While the ancestor said these words, he turned back to his Dragon form as a resounding laughter was heard.

“Bwahahahahaha”

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Marr’s expression turned sour as he recalled his ancestor’s laughter.

As they charged over Marr raised his axe and swung it at the big orc with a mace. When he thought the attack was about to connect the big orc dodged the attack as he grabbed the mace on his back and in a downward motion aimed at Marr. Marr used his axe to block the attack.

“I didn’t think you would recover so quickly.”

“Heh It never affected me.”

As he said these words, he let out a loud shout as a strange aura surrounded him. All the orcs suddenly recovered from their stupor and attacked Dayer and Merrich.

The sudden turn made the battle a little harder for Marr’s two friend’s as the group of orcs was very well coordinated.

There were four 10-men groups of orcs, that were formed by; 5 close range attackers, 4 archers, and a shaman.

The orcs coordination was quite spectacular and the fact that they were elites could clearly be seen. Dayer and Merrich where on a clear defensive position and could not get close to each other and offer support as they were separated by the groups.

The teams had a very simple dynamic, the 5 close range attackers would surround the enemy and attack them directly, the arches served as support and deterrence so that the target wouldn’t escape or the situation wouldn’t get too dangerous, and the Orc shamans where in charge of diminishing the enemy’s capacities or supporting their allies with the right enchantment magic.

Dayer’s Shadow techniques where completely useless here as the shamans were using a popular spell known as “Eye of truth”, making it only possible for him to parry, teleport and dodge the attack coming at him.

And Merrich couldn’t use his magic in the situation because the shamans constantly disrupted the flow of arcane power around him, which was no easy feat since the spell was a difficult one.

Both of them where in dire straits, they could hold for a while but as time went on, they would get increasingly tired and the wounds would accumulate.

Marr kept fighting against the Orc leader, suddenly he jumped back and used that small window of time to analyze the situation of the battlefield.

The Orc Leader Attacked Marr once again and said with a mocking smirk on his face.

“Looks like your friends are in a bad situation. That’s the fate of all who defy Throsh!”

As Marr heard this his eyes turned sharp and his face turned solemn, He started at the orc in front of him as he said.

“So, you are Throsh. I must confess I wasn’t expecting you to be an Orc Warlord.”

As the Dragonborn blocked the Orc’s attack he showed an expression full of fear and gave a step back.

When the Orc saw this, he attacked again with much more strength behind this attack, Marr kept retreating after each attack showing an uglier expression each time.

Throsh got ready to give his final blow but suddenly Marr’s expression turned to a mocking smirk. When the Orc saw this, he realized something was wrong and tried to stop his attack but it was too late.

Marr dodged the attack with a perfect sidestep, and as he dodged his chest swelled up as a draconic incantation came out of his throat.

“Shochraos Trekis.”

A blinding pale pink colored light with blue lighting arcs coursing through it came out of the Dragonborn’s mouth, it was much bigger than other times and seemed much more concentrated than before.

The Orc Warlord tried to defend with his club but still got hit head-on by the blast, suddenly he realized that the attack had hit his soldiers directly.

Throsh’s face turned pale as he thought of how cunning and ruthless this Dragonborn was, he had led him to believe he couldn’t take his attacks as he realized his friends were in a bad situation.

[He calculated the perfect position to hit all of my soldiers with that attack, even though he would still hit his friend head-on with it, despite being powerful they also wouldn’t go unscathed by it.]

As he thought of this a mocking smile couldn’t help appearing on his mouth, as he looked back and surprise could be seen in his eyes, as his smile turned into an astonished expression.

Not only where the Elf lookalike and the halfling unscathed they also seemed slightly faster and stronger than before, also the injuries they had accumulated over time had completely healed.

His eyes darted towards Marr who was still right next to him, the Dragonborn had a mocking smile on his face as he said.

“It doesn’t mean I have no way of turning the tables”