Ember Dragon

Chapter 667: Daya's Day

"Mine, mine, all mine—"

An orc was humming a little tune and walking briskly towards the south happily.

In appearance, this orc is not much different from its peers, except that it is slightly more sturdy and stronger.

He was unkempt, ugly, and dressed in ragged animal skins. He carried a club made from the leg bones of an unknown beast, and exuded a foul odor.
The only thing that stood out was the two long and thick fangs in its mouth. The fangs were yellow and bloodstained, and the tips of the fangs were almost touching its nose.

These orcs that grew out of the ground had no names, and they would often use any word they saw. Because of the two fangs, this orc was also called "Big Fang" by the tribesmen.

It was very proud of this, and in order to prevent its name from being taken away by others, it beat up several nearby orcs who also called themselves "Big Fang", broke their fangs, and beat the orcs so hard that their teeth were all over the ground.

After this battle, the name "Strong Big Fang" became known, and many orcs came to join him. As time went by, he gradually became an orc leader with hundreds of younger brothers.

The life of these green-skinned orcs is simple - they are either fighting or on their way to fight. The reasons for fighting vary, ranging from plundering resources to seizing nests.

Even just a glance at each other and feeling unhappy with each other is enough reason to start a life-and-death struggle.

The orcs get everything through robbery and plunder. The strong rob the weak, and the large group rob the small group. If they really cannot rob the enemies, they can choose to join the robbers and become their subordinates.

In the process of rapid reproduction, the green-skinned orcs formed their own society. Of course, its structure was extremely simple - basically it was composed of countless small groups that made a living by robbery, plundering each other and robbing downwards.

As for the weak orcs at the bottom, what will happen? They will either be physically eliminated by the orc society and become food, or they will rob other races.

In Daya's short career of more than a year, it has carried out hundreds of robberies, but it has also been robbed seven or eight times by stronger people. In its view, all this is as it should be.

The same is true of the coming war.

They will beat the weak but rich southerners to the ground, take away everything from them, and become the masters of the continent.

"Everything I see is mine!" Da Ya hummed their original song softly and continued to follow the large group, feeling particularly happy.

"Boss, after we rob Evanderdan, I'm going to make a club out of wood!"

"What a loser! Those humans and dwarves are very rich. If I rob them, I will have to make a big stick out of iron!" Daya was particularly contemptuous of this short-sighted subordinate.

Da Ya's mentality also reflects the attitude of most orcs towards war - extremely enthusiastic, but ignorant, with the only idea in his mind being "this is not bad!"

At the beginning, their "big boss" Solo used historical heritage and racial honor to promote it, but the green-skinned orcs couldn't even understand these things and just scratched their heads in confusion.

Until finally, Solo was so angry that he raised his spear and roared: "We want to fight! We want to take everything from those southern cities!"

An orc below asked: "Are they rich?"

Solo replied: "My fellows, I tell you: one human is richer than a hundred orcs, and one elf is more valuable than a thousand orcs!"

"What about the dragon?"

Another orc asked.

Hearing this question, Soloman smiled and said, "Dragons are the most greedy, powerful, and richest creatures. The wealth of a dragon is enough to equal hundreds of thousands or even millions of orcs!

Their scales can be made into the strongest armor, their bones can be made into the strongest clubs, and their

"Waaaagh!"

"Grab them all!"

"I want to steal a dragon!"

Suddenly, the green-skinned orcs became excited, and astonishing war roars broke out from the orcs like a tide. Their enthusiasm soared into the sky, causing the earth to tremble and shake.

At that time, Big Tooth was also in the crowd, cheering like any other orc who was fanatical about war, looking forward to a better future and fantasizing about coating his fangs with gold in the future.

That way, no one can break its teeth and take away its name.

Suddenly, a huge commotion broke out in front of the orc group.

"Look!"

"That's Avenderdan! It's worthy of being the former capital of the dwarves!"

"waaagh! That city looks like it's worth a grab!"

"Get out of the way! Let me pass!" Hearing this, Daya quickly pushed away the orc in front of him and squeezed to the front.

"This, this is." Daya raised his head and looked into the distance, then suddenly opened his mouth wide, with his huge fangs exposed, emitting a foul stench.

On a high mountain in the distance, there stood a majestic fortress. It was made of steel and rocks and built according to the terrain of the mountain. Above the fortress, countless flying dragons were flapping their wings in a disorderly manner, like dark clouds.

"Then, how much steel would there be in a fortress like that? Enough for me to make so many clubs!" Looking at the scene in the distance, Daya sighed sincerely.

The orcs only felt their hearts pounding, as if a warm current was flowing through their blood vessels. The blood and cells in their bodies were awakened and were roaring wildly - war! We need war!
The air was filled with light green orc spores. These spores collided with each other, producing some kind of wonderful chemical reaction, making them more violent and fearless of death.

"Come on!"

“Grab them all! Waaagh!”

In an instant, all the orcs seemed to go crazy. They waved spears, bone clubs and stone axes in their hands and rushed towards the fortress in the distance.

Their footsteps were like war drums, beating the ground in a disorderly manner. Even the Black Rock Mountain in the distance was shaking slightly and wailing.

The orcs rushed forward, but Big Tooth pushed aside a group of skinny fellows, laughed wildly, and rushed to the front of the orc army: "Fat sheep, here I come! Waaaagh!"

In Big Fang's eyes, the war scene would be one-sided, just like the battles it had fought before, with the orcs swarming and tearing the trembling enemies to pieces.

"Come on!"

"Capture that fort!"

At this moment, there was a loud "bang!", and the broken earth and rocks, blood and limbs of the orcs flew high, and a big pit appeared on the ground in the distance.

——That’s a landmine.

In order to deal with the orcs' flood-like tsunami-like offensive, the Empire's army set up a minefield here that was dozens of kilometers long and two kilometers wide, presenting the orcs with an unforgettable "gift".

However, the orcs knew nothing about this and had no idea of ​​the cause of death of their fellow tribesmen. They still rushed forward, cursing loudly.

"what is that?"

"How did they die?"

"Kara's head flew up! I'm going to use it as a decoration. It's my best friend!"

"You're talking nonsense. I'm Kara's best friend! That head is mine!"

In such a bloody scene, several orcs actually started fighting for their companion's head, which was quite a bit of black humor.

"Boom!" Amidst the chaos, another huge explosion sounded. The orcs who stepped on the landmine were burned black all over. The scattered shrapnel killed dozens of orcs instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of explosions, like dense drumbeats, rang out one after another in the sea of ​​orcs, forming a long bloody line composed of sand, shrapnel and the remains of orcs.

Their density was so high that even the Imperial Engineers had not expected that the mines they laid could produce such a horrific killing effect.

But under the catalysis of the spores, the orcs turned a blind eye to the death of their companions, and the blood containing orc spores in the air made them even more crazy and excited.

"Waaagh!"

"Rush over!"

Like moths to a flame, they rushed towards the minefield one after another without hesitation, and then with the crisp "click" sound of the trigger device, they were mercilessly blown into the sky by the exploding mines.

Soon, the ground was filled with broken, charred corpses, and the orcs behind continued to charge by stepping on the corpses of their own kind. In just a few minutes, thousands of orcs were killed in the explosion.

But Daya did not rush forward. Instead, he followed behind the front row of the team and waited until the orcs in front triggered the landmine before continuing to move forward.

His orc brother Hawk was eager to try and wanted to rush to the front, but was stopped by Daya.

Hawke turned around, his face full of anxiety, and asked in confusion: "Boss, why don't we charge?"

"Fool!"

Da Ya slapped the other man on the head and cursed: "I have to let those short-lived ghosts go up first to die, and we will rush after them! This is the only way to grab the things!"

"Ouch!"

Hawke felt pain, covered his head, nodded as if he understood, and muttered softly: "If the boss hadn't stopped me..."

Under Hawke's envious gaze, another group of orcs howled and rushed to the front, but they triggered the landmines again and were blown directly into the sky.

Da Ya kicked the charred head that rolled down nearby and said angrily: "If I hadn't stopped you, this would be your head! Let's go!"

As a green-skinned orc, Big Tooth is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die in obscurity like those short-lived ghosts - he still has to rob the fortress!
It is the belief in killing and robbing that supports Big Tooth and gives him extraordinary wisdom among the green-skinned orcs.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

There were explosions again and again. The bombs were like stones thrown into the sea, splashing countless blood, but compared with the huge number of orcs, they were nothing.

In this way, accompanied by continuous explosions, the orcs advanced step by step at the cost of the lives of tens of thousands of their own kind.

During this process, Daya was quite cunning. He led his younger brothers to follow the group of scapegoats in the front and only suffered minor injuries.

“We’ll be able to come in soon.”

Da Ya licked his fangs with greedy eyes. He stared at the fortress in the distance, as if he had already seen the scene of himself breaking in and killing everyone.

"Om-"

Suddenly, bursts of shrill screams tore through the air, resounding across the earth like thunder, and made the orcs even more noisy.

"What is that sound?"

"I think this sounds more like the cry of an eagle on the grassland, but an eagle's cry isn't that loud."

"No matter what, we have to keep charging! Grab all of Avenderdan, Waaagh!"

Unlike his fellow tribesmen who were charging headfirst, Da Ya raised his head cautiously, but saw a scene that he would never forget in his life -

I saw rows of huge black and red strange birds appearing in the sky. Countless black "bird eggs" fell out of the abdomen of these strange birds and fell from the sky like rain.

"Those strange birds are laying eggs!" an orc shouted, pointing to the sky.

"boom!"

In an instant, those "bird eggs" exploded like fireworks. The raging flames produced by the explosion instantly engulfed the surrounding orcs and quickly ignited everything on the ground - whether it was weeds, rocks or trees.

The spores in the orcs' bodies do not protect them from the flames, but instead make them better fuel.

"Ahhh-"

The crackling sounds of flames burning and air exploding echoed across the wasteland. Tens of thousands of orcs at the forefront wailed and struggled in the sea of ​​fire, and in an instant they were turned into charred remains.

The fire spread across the prairie, the pungent smell of gasoline filled the air, and the violent flames raged across the wasteland, devouring the cheap lives of the green-skinned orcs.

This is the napalm bomb that the Burning Empire carefully prepared for the orcs. No wonder the players are specially awarded the title of "Barbecue Master" - because this is the real barbecue, but the orcs have become "ingredients".

Seeing this scene, feeling the hot air blowing towards him and blackening his skin, Da Ya couldn't help but yell, "Let's retreat! Don't get close to those bird eggs!"

However, the next moment, Hawk, who was not far from him, was burning all over and let out a painful howl. It turned out that he had been stained by those gelatinous flammable substances while escaping!
"Boss, save me! I'm about to be burned to death! I don't want to die here, I want to rob Avondeldan!"

Hawke stretched out his hand and stumbled towards Big Fang, its body burning and even its skin crackling.

Da Ya looked gloomily at the sticky substance on the other person's body and cursed: "Get lost! I don't have useless subordinates like you!"

"Boss, don't abandon me." Hawke wanted to make a final struggle.

"boom!"

Da Ya showed no mercy and kicked Hawke into the sea of ​​fire behind him, cursing: "It's ok for you to be a waste, but you still want to implicate me."

It patted its legs that were almost burned, avoided the sea of ​​fire, ignored its fellow creatures struggling and calling for help in the sea of ​​fire, and ran hard towards the open space behind it.

But at this moment, the group of strange birds circled in the air, turned around, and launched another bombing from the rear. Countless bombs fell to the ground like rain and exploded suddenly.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Flames swept across the earth, thick smoke covered the sky, and the flames spread rapidly, surrounding the front and back, forming a huge encirclement, trapping tens of thousands of green-skinned orcs in this horrific sea of ​​fire.

"Whoosh-"

Another napalm bomb fell from the sky and exploded in mid-air.

Da Ya raised his head in frustration, his cloudy pupils reflecting the dazzling firelight, and he cursed without any instruction: "Fuck!"

"boom!"

In an instant, the orc leader was also engulfed by the flames generated by the explosion. His body was instantly burned to charcoal, and even melted on the spot. The rolling air waves continued to surge hundreds of meters away.

Just like that, Big Tooth, the green-skinned orc leader who led millions of orcs to stir up trouble in the northern part of the continent of Feanso in his previous life and massacred cities several times, and was angrily called "The Tooth of Disaster" and "The Enemy of Civilization" by people, died in this bombing, and even his name was never known to anyone.

(End of this chapter)