Reawakening of the Nameless Dragon

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Sorry guys fixing the problem in my city took longer that I hopped and they are still not done to this day. however now I can post my chapters.

So...We are back in the game.

Have fun with the new chapter!!

The Crimson Shroud.

A skill Aron acquired from the fusion of Green and Wrath. A formidable ability that transformed him into a one-man army.

The skill engulfs him in a dark-red mist within a 100-meter radius, siphoning life force and inflicting debuffs on his enemies, while simultaneously prolonging the duration of his Wrath skill and reducing the drawback timer.

A truly remarkable skill. However, the drawback was that the skill couldn't differentiate between friends and foes; all would suffer under its influence if they dared to set foot inside the mist.

"UGHAAAA!"

In the frozen wasteland below, a pale man was having the time of his life.

"HAHAHAHA! MORE!" With a giant ebony greatsword in his right hand and a dragon-shaped greataxe, Aron was slicing through the monster ranks left and right. "MORE EXP!"

The instant Aron slew the first monster and discovered the amount of EXP he gained, something inside him just...snapped. A single creature provided him with over 5000 EXP, and before him stood thousands of them—a dream come true.

He felt like a starving man being served a five-star meal in a luxurious restaurant, and now that he had taken the first bite, the rest was history.

Aron laughed like a madman. With his dark-red mist covering the snowy field and a few spectral swords summoned from the 'Echoes of the Forgotten Wars' skill, not a single monster managed to pass him.

"HAAAA!"

Aron brought down his greataxe on a giant fur-covered creature's head, cleaving it in half and sending blood splattering everywhere.

"All shall die by my blade," he declared, standing atop hundreds of monster corpses. Aron had been fighting for over two hours, and by this point, the preparations on top of the wall were complete, yet no one dared to intervene, captivated by the legend unfolding before their eyes.

"Is this the true might of the Lord Commander?" one of the watchers voiced his thoughts aloud, but he paid no heed.

"I have never seen anyone fight like that..." another commented.

"And that mist, is it one of his abilities?"

"Undoubtedly," someone else said. "The Lord Commander possesses numerous abilities, and I bet we haven't seen them all."

"You're right."

"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ALL JUST STANDING THERE?" A commanding voice suddenly echoed, snapping everyone out of their trance. It was Keeper Eldarion, who had teleported to the top of the wall using his runes. "MOVE TO YOUR STATIONS AND MAN THOSE SIEGE WEAPONS!"

"YES, KEEPER!" The watchers responded in unison and swiftly ran to their respective stations.

Eldarion, Eamon, and Dwalin had spent a considerable amount of time preparing the wall and positioning the new siege weapons the dwarves had brought. If not for Aron standing like an immovable mountain against the hordes of monsters, the wall would have been overrun by now.

The Dragon Breath Cannons were positioned on the ground level beside the massive silver spears, ready to unleash hell on any monster that dared to approach the wall.

Dwalin volunteered to take command of the ground level, as that's where most of the mechanical devices were located, and dwarves have a penchant for tinkering with intricate mechanisms.

The Huntmaster Eamon took charge of the second and third levels, organizing the normal and magical ballistas as quickly as he could, while Eldarion assumed command of the top level, where his skills as a runemaster could truly shine.

"FIRE!" The Elf shouted, ordering the catapults to fire, aiming as far as they could. They couldn't fire the ballistas due to the short range and the fear of hitting Aron, so they relied on the catapults to thin the numbers.

BOOM! BOOM!

The heavy rounds shot through the sky with great speed. Each catapult could fire at least six times per minute, thanks to a mechanical chain that enabled rapid reloading.

The first two shots landed a few meters away from Aron's position, causing a tremendous explosion that shook the very ground. However, thanks to the distance, he didn't receive any damage. Nevertheless...

"HEY!" Aron stopped, turning back and shouting, "LEAVE EVERYTHING TO ME! JUST FOCUS ON THE WALL!"

"..."

Drip! Drip!

"Sob... The Lord Commander is a true man!" The men atop the wall were touched by his words, and tears of joy rolled down their cheeks.

"WE'LL FOLLOW YOU TO DEATH AND BEYOND, LORD COMMANDER!" They all shouted in unison. Aron's commanding presence, his strength, and his willingness to go to the extreme to save his men and defend the wall was something truly unheard of to most of them, especially the new Frostguards and the orcs.

"You heard the Lord Commander," Eldarion said, trying to sound commanding. "Do not shoot again unless given the order!"

"YES, KEEPER!"

Meanwhile, down in the frozen wasteland, Aron had a completely different reason for his orders.

"Tsk... Don't steal my kills... My EXP," he turned, licking his lips and sending shivers down the monsters' spines. "All of this is mine... MINE ALONE."

"ROOOOOAAAAARRR!"

Aron swung his sword, Python, cleaving through the chest of a creature similar to a wolf in front of him. He didn't even look at it.

"HAHAHA!" He couldn't help but laugh. He had already killed hundreds, yet there were still thousands of them coming—more than 20% of the entire horde was around him now.

"Foolish creatures." Aron raised his right arm, pointing forward. With a red flash, Python transformed into the ethereal serpent, charging towards the monsters ahead.

"Python! Kill! Devour! Leave none alive!"

HISSS!

The moment Python hit the front lines, he opened his mouth as wide as he could, engulfing everything within a 10-meter radius before biting down hard. The dark ethereal serpent devoured the monsters as if they were nothing, leaving behind only a pool of blood and a trail of bones.

Aron didn't stop there. He turned around and ran towards the next group of monsters, using his greataxe, Nightfall, to behead the nearest giant beast, shaped like a troll.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Aron laughed like a madman as he rushed forward to meet his enemies. The crimson shroud enveloped everything around him, and his body glowed red as he felt the wrath surging inside him.

He was having fun... and it was the first time Aron had felt this way.

"HAHAHA! I'm going to eat you all, HAHAHAHA!"

He jumped on top of the fur-covered monster and slammed Nightfall onto its head. He then kicked it with his right foot, jumping towards another target. The more Aron fought, the more excited he became, and the more his strength increased.

"YES! YES!"

Aron was like a child playing in a toy store. His crimson shroud spread across the snowy field, increasing his 'Wrath' stats while draining his enemies' life force.

"UGHAAA"

BOOOM!

Wrapping Nightfall in crimson flames, he swung it in an arc, slicing everything in its path, melting the monsters with ease, like a hot knife through butter. However, there was something strange that kept bothering him the entire time.

These monsters were weaker than he expected. While it was true that despite being weak, their numbers were massive, from what Aron had experienced so far, these monsters wouldn't be able to take down the wall.

CRACK!

Just as he thought about that, a crack appeared in the ground beneath him, catching him off guard, from within burst a long, dark tree root. The pointy tip managed to make a crack in his left shoulder piece.

"Ugh! What's this?" Aron had to take a step back, cleaving the monsters that jumped at him from the right side. But when he turned again, looking for the dark root, he found no trace of it. Even the crack in the snowy ground had vanished.

'An illusion?' he thought, activating his dragon sight and scanning the battlefield.

Surprisingly, finding the source of that dark root was easy. All the way at the back of the monster horde was a humanoid creature made of wood. It looked like a male human with a head close to a deer's, but what caught his attention were the two glowing eyes that kept shifting between yellow, green, and red by the second.

"A leshen?" Aron whispered under his breath, recognizing the creature from the books written by the ancient watchers. What confused Aron was that leshens were supposed to exist only on the western continent, where the World Tree existed, feeding on her nature mana and sometimes acting as her guardians, not in the cold, desolate land of Fenris.

The leshen gazed at Aron with its changing eyes for a second before raising its deer-like head and letting out a sound similar to a roar.

ROAAARRR!

The sound echoed all over the field, and in the next moment, the horde of monsters suddenly went crazy. Their eyes lit up in a glowing red, and they completely ignored Aron, charging toward the wall.

"Tsk... Not good!" Aron cursed under his breath as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes. He was absolutely sure this was the leshen's doing, and when he gazed at the wooden creature, Aron saw the leshen raising its thin wooden arms in the air before exploding into a murder of crows flying north.

"Heh... Coward tree." Aron shook his head, not bothered at all by the fact that the leshen had left. He turned to face the horde of monsters still charging at the wall.

"DEFEND THE WALL!"