Ember Dragon

On the towering mountain, the red dragon was lying lazily in a cave. Its majestic body almost filled the cave, exuding an extremely powerful sense of oppression.

"Gruumsh above"

For a moment, Nur was deeply shocked. He had never seen such a huge dragon. Even the hateful ancient golden dragon seemed insignificant in front of the Burning Emperor.

As if it had sensed the arrival of the visitor, the red dragon opened its eyes and slowly climbed out of the cave. Its scarlet scales rubbed against the surrounding rock walls, making a crackling sound. The rubble on the top of the cave fell off, and the whole mountain made a dull sound, as if its every move was enough to cause a landslide.

The red dragon stuck out its huge head and looked down at the orcs condescendingly, with fire flashing in its lava-ball-like pupils. The broad dragon wings behind it slowly spread out, shrouding the orcs in shadow.

“God the Father is above.”

"This, how is this possible?"

Under the terrifying pressure of the dragon, half of the orcs in the delegation turned black, fainted on the spot, foamed at the mouth, and even convulsed all over.

The other half of the orcs also knelt on the ground one after another, burying their heads low. They had lost the ability to think normally and only relied on their last bit of willpower to stay awake.

Nur, who claimed to be a tribal warrior, also fell to his knees with a plop, his forehead pressed against the dusty ground. His blood was flowing rapidly and his heart was beating violently, about to burst his chest.

As expected of the Burning Emperor who conquered North Ethel! He actually has such strength! Even the former Lord Batu couldn't defeat such a giant dragon.
What would that damned golden dragon, that dwarven king, mean to a being like this? Even Avundeldan, known for its solidity, would crumble before such a beast.

In an instant, various emotions such as fear, shock, and excitement intertwined in Nur's heart, and the bright future of revenge for Batu and conquering the mountain kingdom seemed to be right in front of him.

Thinking of this, the orc warrior gathered all his strength, tried his best to recall the wizard's reminder, and stammered: "Greetings, hello, His Majesty Cassius, we are envoys from the Red Blood Tribe.

We have heard of your conquest of Ethel, and we bring you the respects of Chief Solo."

Cassius opened his mouth, revealing a hideous smile, and slowly said: "Guests from the grassland, don't be nervous, let alone afraid. After all, I won't eat you alive."

"huh, huh"

Nur and the other orcs felt their bodies lighten as the pressure on their shoulders suddenly disappeared. They gasped for breath and finally recovered from their extreme fear and panic.

Nur forced a flattering smile on his ugly, fang-covered face, and used all the words of orc poetry in his mind to flatter him: "Your Majesty, your body is taller than the mountains, and your momentum is more magnificent than the grasslands.
Your Majesty, we are not afraid, but we are shocked by your strength. Your Majesty, until we saw your heroic deeds with our own eyes, we understood why you were able to conquer North Ethel. "

After the horses were photographed this time, the beastmen lowered their heads again and rested their foreheads on the ground, anxiously waiting for the emperor's further questions.

After all, they also knew very well that, unlike metal dragons, five-colored dragons were all evil beings, and the red dragon was even a capricious tyrant. No one knew whether they would accidentally anger the other.

A thunderous voice came from above their heads, and the red dragon asked, "Orcs from the Red Blood Tribe, why are you here?

"We want to form an alliance with the Burning Empire." Nur said hurriedly.

The red dragon's eyes flickered, and he had obviously expected this. He repeated the two words softly.

"An alliance?"

Noor raised his head quickly and said excitedly: “Yes, Your Majesty Cassius, your empire has just conquered the North Ayser Plain, and its military strength is strong and has achieved great results.

The next direction you should conquer should be the High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom in the Blackrock Mountains! There are rich mineral veins and countless dwarf craftsmen who can create sophisticated weapons and equipment."

However, Cassius interrupted him directly: "Conquering the High Mountain Dwarf Kingdom is indeed a good idea, but the Burning Empire is powerful enough, what reason does it have to form an alliance with you?"

Nur obviously didn't expect the other party to say such a thing. After thinking for a moment, he explained hurriedly: "We orcs have been fighting with the dwarves for thousands of years. We have invaded Avendeldan several times. We know their situation very well and are definitely the most suitable ally for the empire."

Cassius interrupted him again: "But I heard that you have never won a victory, and you were completely annihilated again a few months ago and fled north in panic."

"No, Your Majesty, we just..."

The red dragon lowered its head, spewing out hot sulfurous white smoke, grinning and saying, "What qualifications do losers like you have to form an alliance with the Empire on an equal footing?"

"boom--"

Dust flew, gravel splashed, and the earth roared.

Suddenly, strong pressure poured down again, pressing on the orcs' shoulders. Even the ground was collapsed, and shallow pits appeared at their knees. Several orcs fainted, and there were only a few orcs who could hold on.

"No"

Nur muttered to himself, feeling that the beautiful vision of occupying Avendeldan and taking revenge on the dwarves had countless cracks in his heart and was about to collapse and shatter.

No, he must convince the emperor! He wants to avenge Batu and change the tragic fate of the orcs for thousands of years!
Nur lowered his head, his whole body trembling violently. He tried his best to support his body, his voice hoarse, and blood foaming at the mouth: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, our Red Blood Tribe can definitely provide enough help for the empire!"

Cassius looked down at him, slowly spread out his dragon wings, and asked jokingly, "In my opinion, you orcs have neither strong bodies nor sophisticated equipment. Apart from your tenacious vitality, you are completely useless.

I’m curious—what’s your confidence? ”

"His Majesty Cassius"

Nur recalled what Chief Solo said to him before he left: If the other party refuses to cooperate or even wants to silence him, he must show the true power of the orcs - that is the gift of the father god Gruumsh!
He must make the red dragon in front of him pay attention to and respect the orcs and fulfill the tribe's thousand-year-old wish to destroy the mountain dwarf kingdom!

With this in mind, Noor pulled out a clay jar with crude runes carved on it from his fur pocket and put it to his mouth.

The pottery jar contained some kind of black slurry that emitted a foul, fishy smell. Its color was extremely dark, as if it wanted to swallow everything.

Chief Solo found the liquid from the Bindler River and named it "Blood of Gruumsh", saying it was a gift from the Father God and only the brave men in the tribe were qualified to drink it.

"The orcs' confidence comes from our ancestors, from the great father god Gruumsh!"

Nur's voice was sonorous and powerful. He raised his head and opened his mouth without hesitation. The black liquid rushed into his throat like a greedy beast.

"This is..." Cassius observed this strange scene without stopping it. He seemed to sense a familiar breath from the black slurry. The bottomless abyss.

Chaos, madness, distortion. The power contained in these slurries is extremely similar to the chaotic power of the abyss, but it is also mixed with strange elements, which makes Cassius feel quite strange.

The mastermind behind this special green-skinned orc is probably not only the bottomless abyss, but also some unknown mysterious existence.

Sure enough, after swallowing the "Blood of Gruumsh", the black liquid surged in the blood vessels, and the orc's body swelled visibly, becoming more sturdy and strong, and the fangs in his mouth continued to grow.

Moreover, this change was extremely strange. It didn't look like the growth of a living thing at all, but rather like the reproduction of fungi. Mycelium and clumps of disgusting moss-like substances continued to grow on the surface of the orc's body, and eventually gradually gathered into new muscles and skin.
"WAAAGH——"

The orc howled to the sky, letting out a hoarse roar, with a crazy red light in his eyes. His body, which was less than two meters long, swelled to more than three meters tall in a very short time and became muscular.

"Emperor, are the orcs now qualified to form an alliance?"

Nur grinned, revealing his ferociously protruding fangs. Sticky black liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth, emitting a strong fishy smell.

Cassius did not respond, but looked up and down at the orc who had completed the "evolution", as if he was looking at a rare experimental subject, with an interested expression: "Is this the so-called gift of Gruumsh?
The tough green skin seemed to be performing photosynthesis, constantly absorbing energy from the outside world. The huge body was also emitting tiny green spores to the outside world, and also generated some kind of violent force field that could distort reality.

"Haha, what an interesting life form."

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In Cassius's opinion, compared with the original brutal humanoid creature, the uglier greenskin with sharp fangs now looked more like a combination of fungi and animals.

The orc seemed a little angry when he didn't get a response from the red dragon. He said ferociously, "Emperor Burning Embers, we have demonstrated such a powerful force, why are you still unwilling to form an alliance with the orcs?!"

"powerful?"

The red dragon smiled contemptuously, flapped its wings, stirred up an extremely strong gale, and descended in front of the orcs.

In front of a giant dragon that is over fifty meters long, even an orc who has completed "evolution" is like a tiny ant.

The orc, who had become much stronger and more sturdy, raised his head, felt the hurricane blowing in his face, looked up at the figure that blocked out the sky, and finally realized that he was a little too arrogant.

Even Lord Batu, who is favored by the Father God, may not be able to defeat the red dragon in front of him, let alone himself?

"In the face of true power, you are nothing! Compared to allies, you greenskins are more suitable to be the Empire's experimental subjects!" Cassius roared and stretched out his huge claws.

A claw-shaped flickering magic force field materialized in front of the red dragon, snatching up the three-meter-tall mutant orc in mid-air, and crushing the unconscious orcs into meat patties.

Nur twisted and struggled in midair, roaring hoarsely: "Emperor Burning Embers, spare my life! We are descendants of the great one-eyed god Gruumsh! Aren't you afraid of angering the Father God?"

"Would the orc god care about the life of a mere orc? Besides, can you really still be considered an orc now?"

Cassius sneered, and the power of his claws continued to increase. The orc's body was squeezed and ravaged by the huge force. Even the tough green skin burst, spurting out turbid blood full of spores.

"WAAAGH!"

The orc roared again, and a chaotic force field emanated from his body, trying to disrupt the red dragon's scratching technique.

But as a legendary warlock and transcendent spellcaster, Cassius's spells are of extremely high quality. Even a zero-ring scratch spell is not something that this greenskin can interfere with.

"boom!"

Finally, accompanied by a crisp explosion, the orc exploded in the air and was crushed to death by the red dragon. Nur's dream of conquering Avendeldan and avenging Batu was shattered along with the end of his life.

The green blood, broken blood, and broken limbs were all spilled on the ground.

Cassius was quite surprised to find that the spores in the orc's body began to take root in the soil, growing continuously, greedily absorbing the surrounding matter and energy.

If they are not controlled, they may grow mushroom-like things and create new orcs. Moreover, this corpse alone can produce dozens or even hundreds of new orcs.

“They are reproducing.”

Cassius looked at the broken bodies and couldn't help but sigh, "What a terrifying reproductive ability! No wonder the orcs in the previous life were able to set off the 'Greenskin Disaster' that swept across the continent and destroyed several kingdoms in succession."

The red dragon spewed out scorching dragon flames, burning the green-skinned orc's body into ashes and completely inactivating the spores.

He gently hooked his claws and collected some black slurry and green flesh and blood fragments, storing them in a closed dimensional bag.

"We still have to send these things to Trump and let the Empire's Ministry of Science and Technology study them carefully." Cassius nodded with satisfaction.

Hundreds of miles away, Trump, who was busy dealing with government affairs, had no idea that he was about to have a new job studying mutant orcs.

North of the Ugo Prairie, Paris Valley.

Under the shadows, an orc knelt on the ground and reported in a low voice: "Lord Solo, there has been no news from Nur and his men for several days. According to the witchcraft divination of the shaman in the tribe, most of them are dead."

"I get it. They are such a bunch of rubbish." The extremely burly orc slowly stood up from the bone throne covered with green moss, revealing an extremely ferocious smile: "However, we don't need so-called allies anymore. The Red Blood Tribe is already strong enough!"

He is the current chief of the Red Blood Tribe - Solo Blooddrinker, but now he has grown to more than six meters tall, like a giant in green skin. He is much taller and stronger than the former chief Batu Skullbreaker, who was a god-favored one. He is more in line with the orcs' definition of "mighty and powerful".

Solo raised the bone spear in his hand and shouted wildly: "Under the protection and blessing of Father God Gruumsh, the great orcs will conquer the whole world!"

"WAAAGH!"

In front of Solo, countless orcs crowded together like a green tide. They raised their weapons and scrambled to shout fanatically, and their shouts resounded through the sky.

In the damp, dark valley in the distance, there were already huge green mushrooms. They grew densely, occupying the entire valley, greedily absorbing the surrounding nutrients. (End of this chapter)