Ember Dragon

"Hahahaha, it's too fast, it feels like the wind!"

Mantou rode on the back of the two-legged flying dragon and soared freely in the sky ten thousand meters high, leaving two long trails in the sky.

"Ow!"

The noodles under Mantou also stretched out his neck and let out a howl of extreme pleasure. It was the first time he felt that flying at high speed was so easy.

"Shh-"

Suddenly, a whistling sound came from above his head. Mantou raised his head quickly and saw Singo also riding a wyvern equipped with the "Skyfire" suit, and his speed was much faster than his, like a red lightning flashing across the sky!

Singo first flew horizontally, and the head of the wyvern was quickly pulled up, with the angle of elevation increasing rapidly, forming a flying posture with the tail in front and the head behind, just like a cobra raising its head to show its power.

Then, under Singo's precise control, the device under the wyvern's wing armor spewed out turbulent airflow and brilliant flames.

In an instant, it somersaulted around its tail at an extremely fast speed, leaving a strange blade-like trajectory in the air.

Mantou was stunned, and the smugness he had just felt disappeared. "Fuck, this pretentious guy can already perform flying stunts?"

"No, Noodles, we can't fall behind!"

Mantou gritted his teeth and frantically controlled the wyvern. Flames spewed out of the steel pipe and the dragon rose almost vertically, trying to somersault in mid-air.

But soon, Mantou found that he could no longer control the direction, and the airflow around him became turbulent, and as a first-time driver, he could not find a solution.

Mantou was trembling all over, and whispered: "Oh my god, the plane is not going to crash, is it——"

Soon, they were flying around in the sky like headless flies, and then fell straight down, almost vertically diving towards the ground, and sparks were about to come out of the pterosaur's head.

The sharp head armor of the Skyfire Armor that pierced the air became their death warrant at this moment.

"Ahhhh——" The wyvern let out a terrified howl and fell down with Mantou. At this critical moment, Mantou pressed the emergency brake button.

Suddenly, the gravity reversal device under their wing armor was triggered instantly, allowing them to fly into the air and hover in mid-air just as they were about to plummet to the ground.

"Huh! It almost became a burnt bun."

Singo's excited voice came over the intercom: "Mantou, are you doing aerial stunts too?"

Mantou had to force himself to remain calm and said awkwardly: "Ah, of course, I'm trying this. Uh."

“Vertical landing?”

"Yes, it is a vertical landing."

"Idiot, landing headfirst on the ground is not called a vertical landing, diving headfirst into the ground is called an accident." Singo exposed Mantou's lie and launched a merciless mockery.

"You two, after you've familiarized yourself with the basic flight operations, it's time to complete the drill mission."

Holland's voice sounded somewhat helpless on the intercom. He could only use some "special means" to deal with these arrogant and domineering Starfallers.

He chuckled and said, "You should know that these equipments are only rented to you by the Empire. You have to pay for them when you are not performing missions, one gold coin per hour."

Suddenly, the expressions on Mantou and Singo's faces froze. To their ears, this was simply the devil's whisper!

Mantou's tone also became serious: "Colonel Holland, I will go and complete the exercise mission immediately!"

Two two-legged flying dragons were flying rapidly at an altitude of ten thousand meters. With the help of the "Skyfire" suit, their wingspan had reached ten meters.

Mantou stared at the display screen closely, and saw a detailed map in front of him, on which there appeared a black dot indicating his own location, as well as several flashing red dots.

——Obviously, that was the goal of their exercise.

According to the sight parameters displayed on the screen, Mantou constantly adjusted the course and speed to maintain a level flight state, and the black dot on the map was gradually approaching the target.

Mantou held his breath and muttered to himself: "It should be now."

"Click."

Mantou pressed the throwing button, and the bombs stored under the pterosaur poured out, falling from the sky like dense raindrops.

"Whoosh-"

A sharp whistling sound was heard, and the metal shells pierced the air and were thrown towards the designated target along the preset trajectory.

However, Mantou didn't know that the target Holland prepared for them was a dozen dwarf rebels who would rather die than surrender and were captured from the corner of the Dragon City.

"You orc bastards!"

"Dwarves will never surrender!"

"let me go!"

"Damn reptile, evil lizard!"

These brave dwarves were tied to wooden stakes with heavy iron chains. They were covered with wounds, but they still struggled and cursed the Burning Emperor and his followers.

"Hahaha, I get it. You are scared! Because one day, His Majesty Zen will lead the brave and fearless dwarves back to fight!"

One of the dwarves, who was particularly strong and sturdy, looked up, and even in such a desperate situation, he still laughed heartily.

He was the former dwarf general and leader of this rebel army - Fern Rockbane, famous for hiding among piles of rocks and escaping disaster.

"General Vern."

"We must rescue him! He is a hero of the shield dwarves! We must not let him be humiliated by those evil dragon followers!"

In a cave not far away, another group of dwarves were discussing how to rescue Fern from the hands of the Imperials. They were the last rebels in the Dragon City, or Avenderdan.

"etc."

"Look!"

"General Fern, what do you see in the sky?"

"Shh-"

Hearing the shrill scream, the dwarves raised their heads and saw a dozen black metal ellipses coming towards them.

"This is."

Even General Fern, who had never been afraid, had his pupils shrink. He recognized the weapons - they were the ones that had killed countless of his fellow dwarves, destroyed their walls, and wantonly ravaged the mountains and land they cherished.
The bombs exploded with a series of noises that were much quieter than normal bomb explosions, and the earth was covered with white mist-like gas.

Fern roared to the sky: "Imperials! Are you bluffing? You think you can scare a dwarf warrior with just these!"

The next moment, his pupils reflected the fierce flames.

"boom--"

Before the dwarves on the ground had time to figure out the situation, the earth suddenly began to tremble, and the white fog erupted with a roar that shook the sky. The high-temperature fireball expanded rapidly, covering the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters and greedily sucking out all the air.

In just a moment, the dwarf captives tied to the pillars were engulfed in flames and turned into charred debris. Even the chains on their bodies melted and merged with their bodies. Some dwarves at the center of the explosion were even evaporated on the spot.

General Fern still maintained his provocative posture, but he had turned into a pile of unknown products mixed with liquid metal and biochar.

None of the dozen or so dwarves survived, and not even a complete body was left.

Then, the high-pressure shock wave generated by the explosion quickly spread to a radius of 100 meters, sweeping across the entire cave - and the dwarves who came to rescue were also included.

Even the thick rock walls could not block the products of the high temperature and high pressure bombardment. Under the impact of this force, the dwarves looked hideous and screamed miserably.

"what--"

"It's hot! Moradin--"

In just a breath of time, all the air in the cave was sucked out and turned into fuel for the fireball produced by the explosion.

Under the impact of high-pressure bombardment products at thousands of degrees, even the dwarves who called themselves the Sons of the Furnace could only allow their lives to be taken away - no matter how tough their bodies were, they were still flesh and blood after all, unable to withstand the war creations of the Empire.

Afterwards, the Imperial researchers saw at the scene that the dwarves’ buildings were in ruins, and the people were either burnt to death or suffocated to death, with heavy casualties.

What's strange is that the bodies of the dead were very intact, with no signs of damage from shrapnel, except that their mouths were wide open. They even bit their own throats before dying. The scene was like hell on earth.

After the cannonade, the empire invented a more grand and deterrent method of execution - execution by bombing.

"Damn, it's worthy of being developed by those idiots. The power is too exaggerated."

Looking down at the ground that was engulfed in flames and thick smoke, shaking violently due to the explosions, and with fireballs bursting out one after another, Mantou couldn't help but be amazed.

[You killed a Dwarf Resistance soldier and received 500xp]
[You killed the dwarf officer and received 800xp]
[You killed [Freedom Hammer - Fern. Rockbearer].]
Looking at the dozens of pieces of information that were refreshed on the panel one after another, Mantou was a little confused at first, and then a look of great surprise appeared on his face.

"I just wanted to do a practice mission, but I managed to clear the boss? There are still so many monsters. Did I blow up the dwarf nest?"

"Well done, Count Mantou, you have successfully completed the Empire's exercise mission."

There was a hint of smile in Holland's tone. In fact, the tactic of using new bombs to execute dwarves and deter rebels was thought up by this hobgoblin officer.

In another part of the sky, Singo looked down at the burning earth, the charred camps, and the orcs howling in the sea of ​​fire and smoke. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and whispered: "This is getting more and more interesting."

Wugo Prairie, Red Blood Valley.

"Waaaagh!"

"Kill them!"

The orcs crowded together and gushed out of the valley like a flood. Their eyes were bloodshot, their faces were full of fanaticism, and saliva was dripping from the corners of their mouths. It was obvious that they were looking forward to the upcoming war.

These orcs waved their weapons and called out Gruumsh's name, while more of them shouted fanatically: "War! We need war!"

Killing, fighting, blood, death
This is what every orc desires deep in their soul. These chaotic factors have even been integrated into their cells, which are a combination of plants and animals, and flow in every drop of their blood.

On the grassland outside the valley, there were mushrooms everywhere that emitted a fishy smell, and under the umbrellas, pairs of green claws broke out of the ground.

Deep in the soil and in the cracks of the rocks, there are green mushrooms everywhere. They grow in every possible way, greedily plundering the resources of this barren grassland and converting them into nutrients for the growth and reproduction of orcs.

"This is my legion! This is the power of the orcs!"

Solo stood on the top of the cliff, looking at the endless sea of ​​orcs, his heart filled with pride. In his mind emerged the scene of tens of thousands of years ago when Gruumsh led his people to conquer the earth and fight against the dwarves and elves.

This moment is just like that moment.

He used to think that Batu was the chosen one of Gruumsh, and that only the chief was favored by the Father God.

But to this day, Solo only feels that Batu is an incompetent loser, and that he, who has taken the black water and is about to bring a brilliant future to the Orcs, is the true God's chosen one.

Thinking of this, Solo raised the bone spear in his hand and let out a thunderous roar: "Let's go, we will conquer Avendeldan and fulfill the long-cherished wish of our ancestors for thousands of years! Waaagh!"

"Waaagh!"

"Conquer! Conquer!"

Most of the millions of orcs here were produced through spore reproduction, and their age ranged from a few hours to dozens of days. They had no idea of ​​the so-called "glory of their ancestors" or the "glory of God the Father."

But their simple, crude and wonderful brain circuits can definitely understand one word: war! There is going to be a war, and I think this is a good thing!

In a war, you can tear the enemies into pieces, smear their blood evenly on your body, taste the sweetness of their brains, and completely release the desires in your body.

——This is the most common idea in the minds of the orcs. Even if Solo tries to put on a glorious and majestic coat for this, it cannot change the fact that the green-skinned orcs are war maniacs.

Looking to the south, Solo was full of confidence. You know, he had an army of two million! And this number was growing rapidly at an unimaginable rate. To this day, even he himself didn't know how many orcs he had.

Even a giant dragon, powerful as it is, will inevitably be defeated by the fearless attacks of millions of orcs and eventually be hunted to death.

"Imperials, pay the price for your arrogance!" Solo smeared rough runes on his face, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a hideous smile.

"Everything I see is mine!"

"Whatever I snatch is mine!"

"I can kill any living thing I see!"

The orcs swept in, sweeping away the wild beasts in their way like a whirlwind, and even lifted up the grass.

Although Solo tried his best to call on them, he was still unable to form this group of green-skinned orcs into an organized army. In this way, millions of orcs sang the crude songs they created and marched towards the south in a mighty force.

This group of orcs only thought that they were about to experience a thrilling battle and fight bloody battles with various enemies on the battlefield, but they didn't know that they were about to usher in a welcome ceremony carefully prepared by the Empire.

In the distant sky, dragons wearing iron armor were flying with their wings spread. The sharp edges of their wings cut through the air, making a piercing whistling sound. (End of this chapter)