Ember Dragon

"It's really exciting! I made a fortune this time!"

High in the sky, looking at the densely packed experience prompt information refreshing on the panel, Mantou exclaimed that it was so exciting.

"I feel like I can't count anymore. Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands. Shit, how much experience is this?" Staring at the numbers on the panel, Mantou even suspected that he was dazzled.

In these few rounds of bombing alone, Mantou killed thousands of orcs, and countless more were burned to death in the subsequent sea of ​​fire.

Faced with the extremely dense tide of orcs, the Empire's various new types of bombs fully demonstrated their power.

Although most of these orcs were minions of lower challenge levels, their sheer numbers still brought Mantou a huge amount of experience, enough for him to break through the level ten barrier.

Mantou said into the intercom: "Xin Gou, how much experience did you get?"

"Twenty-three thousand."

"Oh my god, this is so exaggerated. How come you have more than me?" Mantou felt a little unbelievable.

"You haven't seen the world. This is the efficiency of warfare in the Imperial Age. You may not know that the high-ranking bishops of the Mechanicus have already been maxed out in experience." Singo replied indifferently.

Twenty-three thousand experience points, this is the experience points that can only be obtained by killing a powerful boss with a challenge level of 15 or above.

But they just rode on the back of the flying dragon, followed the operating procedures, listened to unified commands to drop bombs, and easily gained these experiences.

If there were no version level limit, Mantou even doubted that he could reach the maximum level in this wave of Orc Lair.

Thinking of this, Mantou looked down at the orcs that were all over the land like a tide, with an eager look in his eyes, as if he was not looking at a group of savage and ugly enemies, but a group of walking experience babies.

"We must seize this opportunity to catch more!"

"Shh-"

The alloy-covered dragon wings cut through the air, making a piercing scream, and clusters of brilliant flames emerged from the steel tubes at the end of their wing armor.

"Everyone quickly climb and prepare for the next round of bombing, still using napalm bombs."

The voice of the troop commander came from the headset.

"receive."

Mantou, Singo and other dragon riders responded quickly.

Then, they skillfully adjusted the throttle, increased the angle of attack, adjusted the armor's elevators, and controlled the two-legged dragon under them to climb high into the sky.

These guys basically spent a lot of experience to exchange for the proficiency of [New Riding Skills]. Mantou felt particularly painful at the time. It was only under Singo's urging that he spent 6 experience and barely upgraded the skill to +.

But compared with the current income, this experience is simply not worth mentioning. One round of napalm bombing is enough to make back the money. What Mantou regrets most is that he did not max out this skill at the time.

Take Singo for example. He upgraded his New Riding Skills proficiency to +18, and can perform all kinds of thrilling flying stunts as easily as eating and drinking.

"Ow—"

The pterosaur continued to climb, feeling the pleasure of tearing the air and the strong driving force behind it, and let out a long and refreshing roar.

Mantou muttered, "I don't know why, but I always feel that this commander's voice is a little familiar."

Singo said, "You have seen him. The commander of this mission is Curtis, the bishop of the Yuanhuan Order."

"It's him? He's not."

"Curtis is familiar with the precise parameters of various bombs and has participated in the design of Skyfire Armor. He is naturally qualified to be the commander of this bombing operation.

However, we still have to be careful, this is a paranoid sociopath, a complete lunatic."

"You better be careful, or he might overhear you."

"We are conducting a one-way call, not a public channel for the aviation formation, so there shouldn't be any problem."

"Hehe, it's not a good thing to talk about others in private. Please focus on the task at hand."

Curtis' voice suddenly appeared in Mantou's headphones. His tone was calm as usual, but he seemed to have some hidden meaning.

Mantou was immediately startled and quickly replied, "Yes, sir."

"This madman must have left a back door for himself secretly!" Mantou was sweating profusely and thought secretly in his heart.

At this time, the wyverns had climbed to a high point. Under the control of the knights, they changed direction and drew graceful arcs in the sky ten thousand meters above.

Curtis's emotionless voice came from the headset: "Keep flying level and drop napalm bombs."

Upon hearing the order, all the dragon knights pressed the bomb-throwing button at the same time. In an instant, the bomb bay in the belly of the two-legged dragon opened and bombs poured out again.

"Whoosh-"

Bombs fell like raindrops, landing among the orcs, and then suddenly exploded, emitting dazzling flames that engulfed all the orcs around them.

The burning combustible materials splashed everywhere like flowers scattered by fairies, gradually creating a sea of ​​​​blazing fire.
Another successful bombing.

Wailing, roaring, roaring explosions, howling hot winds, and crackling sounds of burning flames echoed across the wasteland. Thick smoke enveloped the sky and rose into the clouds, while several ferocious fire dragons were raging on the earth.

Those heavily armored wyverns flying across the sky were like the god of death's scythe, swinging again and again, reaping the lives of the orcs again and again.

This is a gluttonous feast.

Due to the extremely high density of orcs and the terrifying power of the new bombs, the dragon riders did not even need to calibrate the parameters. Even if they dropped bombs with their eyes closed, they could kill large groups of orcs and cause huge casualties.

Up to now in the war, the orcs have not even encountered the Empire's defenders head-on, but have been slaughtered unilaterally.

"Captain, the magical power of the Burning Empire is too strong. Should we retreat first and avoid the attack temporarily?" On the hill, a clan leader lowered his head and asked cautiously.

Looking at the thick smoke and the sea of ​​fire that was sweeping across the land, Solo, the great chief, stretched out his hand, shook his head firmly, and said in a heavy tone: "No, we must not retreat." He raised his head and looked at the flying dragon flying across the sky, and said: "It's really extravagant, worthy of being the country that conquered North Ethel and the Kingdom of the Mountains, but actually let those arrogant spellcasters do such a thing.

However, spell bombardment of this intensity cannot be sustained for long. Even if every person on the back of those flying dragons is a great wizard, they cannot release so many fire spells at such a high intensity.

We can use the lives of our vanguard to consume the opponent's spells and reduce the pressure on our subsequent attacks." Solo's tone was full of confidence.

However, there was a special reason that he did not say out loud: the word "retreat" does not exist in the dictionary of the green-skinned orcs.

Even if he gave the order, those green-skinned orcs who were fanatical about war would most likely not obey and would still shout "Waaagh!" and rush into the sea of ​​fire - what's more, he himself had this blood and knew clearly the rage that filled his heart.

Solo knew very well that his prestige was far from enough to make millions of green-skinned orcs change their nature.

Most orcs simply admire and fear his power and regard him as the nominal "boss".

But if there is an opportunity to get promoted, these simple-minded, strong-limbed green-skinned orcs will rush forward without hesitation and tear him to pieces.

After hearing Solo's words, the clan leader next to him suddenly realized and clapped his hands in approval: "Yes, Great Chieftain, we can use the lives of the lower-class orcs to deplete the opponent's magic reserves!"

Another clan leader grinned and chuckled: Anyway, these inferior orcs grew out of the soil, and their lives are cheaper than grass.

Solo continued to look at the battlefield, then raised his spear and pointed it at Avenderdan, which was covered by thick smoke: "Everyone - that place will eventually become the territory of us orcs.

The Empire's spellcasters are indeed powerful, but can they slaughter millions of inferior orcs? The moment they run out of power, that's when our Redblood tribe will march in! "

Then, Solo stood on the top of the hill, waving his spear continuously, and shouted to the green-skinned orcs: "My people! Keep charging! They can't hold on for much longer!

As long as you wait until the flames from the sky die down, you can rush into the fortress and plunder those wealthy humans and dwarves!"

"Waaaagh!"

Hearing Solo's words, the morale of the green-skinned orcs was boosted, and they all waved their simple bone sticks and stone spears and rushed towards the battlefield covered in flames.

The orcs were never afraid of death, they were only afraid of not having anything to beat, nothing to rob, and no one to kill!

In today's Red Blood Tribe, those green-skinned orcs born from the mud are called "lower orcs" and are despised by the blood orcs because of their large numbers and weak strength.

Some pure-blooded orcs, unable to tolerate the untraditional behavior of the "lower-class orcs", took the initiative to abuse, beat, or even kill the green-skinned orcs.

In the plot of the previous life, Daya led the green-skinned orcs to launch a "bloody uprising", slaughtered all the pure-blooded orcs, made the green-skinned orcs the orthodox of Feanso, and set off the "Orc Disaster" that shook the north.

But now, the emergence of the Burning Empire has completely changed everything.

"boom!"

There was another earth-shaking roar, and bombs exploded in the air as dense as raindrops. The sky and the earth shook violently, and the orcs wailed in the sea of ​​fire.

The fourth round of bombing by the Air Force Regiment began, and the green-skinned orcs also let out a war roar, starting a new round of charge.

Anzeta Wilderness, Dragon Blood Mountain.

The red dragon was lying on the top of the mountain, stretching its wide wings and puffing out white smoke with a sulfur smell. The dragon crystal on its chest radiated thousands of miles of light, just like the sun.

Cassius was still digesting the power of the sun god Amaunator.

And in that golden light, there was also a thick ochre-colored glow - that was the divine power that Dumathoin left on his incarnation when he descended, mainly related to the fields of earth, minerals, etc.

Cassius directly sent his engineering team to dig out all the surrounding rocks, turned the ground upside down, and extracted the divine power from it.

At the same time, the red dragon's eyes were also gleaming - he was using the [Heavenly Tribulation Dragon Eye] to observe the war on the Ugo Prairie, no, to be more precise, the massacre.

From Cassius's perspective, the earth had turned into a sea of ​​fire, constantly devouring the lives of the green-skinned orcs, but the orcs were still charging forward one after another.

However, he also keenly discovered that these orcs were gradually evolving!

While struggling in the flames, some orcs had spores attached to their bodies, forming a tough protective film that blocked the invasion of high temperatures, but in the end the orcs were still burned to death in the flames.

Seeing this, even Cassius couldn't help but sigh: "Tsk, what a terrifying ability to adapt, such a mutation can occur in just a few seconds.
Sure enough, this kind of unreasonable thing should be strangled in the seedling stage. "The red dragon clenched its claws, and the joints rubbed against each other, making a crisp sound.

In his memory, the green-skinned orcs transformed by the power of the abyss are complete war machines. The most terrifying thing is not their strength - but their crazy will, powerful reproduction and adaptability.

Newly born green-skinned orcs are actually extremely weak, as fragile as plants, but soon their spores will multiply rapidly and evolve characteristics that suit the environment.

They are the product of the union between evil gods and the abyss. They are species created to create killing and spread chaos. They are also biological weapons in the true sense.

Originally, these orcs should have continued to grow and become stronger in battle, gradually evolving into the terrifying incarnation of disaster.

Unfortunately, this time they encountered Cassius and the Burning Empire controlled by the red dragon.

Looking at the battlefield covered in flames and thick smoke, Cassius' pupils flickered. The power of his blood gift transcended time and space, and delivered the emperor's decree to the hobgoblin general thousands of miles away.

"Drol, do it more cleanly. Make sure to completely exterminate those green-skinned orcs. If necessary... we can even destroy the land where they live."

At the top of the Flying Dragon City, after hearing the grand and majestic voice, Dror quickly knelt down, his heart beating with hot blood, and his expression became extremely fanatical and excited.

It is no wonder that Dror was so excited. After all, this was an order issued by Emperor Burning Embers himself, and it was a direct transmission of the will of the great red dragon!
In the vast, plane-spanning territory of the empire, few can claim such an honor.

Even his immediate superior, the Imperial Army Marshal, Minister of Military Affairs, and First-Class Dragon-Blood Duke Dolo, rarely received such oral instructions, which was enough to show how much importance His Majesty Cassius attached to this matter!

This also means that Dror can take this opportunity to show off his skills in front of the emperor, and even gain his favor and become a celebrity in front of the emperor.

Dror knelt on the ground, his voice sonorous and powerful: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will definitely complete the task and completely exterminate those orcs, leaving no one alive!"

When the hobgoblin raised his head and looked at the orcs who were surging like a tide and occupying the horizon in the distance, there was a murderous intent that was almost condensed into substance, as well as a hint of deeply hidden greed in his golden eyes.

For the glorious cause of the empire, for the great blueprint of the Red Dragon, and for my glorious future, you must die, Dror thought. (End of this chapter)