Ember Dragon

"boom!"

A deafening roar sounded, and another bomb exploded in the air. The flames created by the explosion devoured and burned everything around it.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.

The land was devastated, littered with craters from explosions, fragments of shrapnel, and piles of charred orc corpses.

But at this time, the intensity of the bombing had been greatly weakened compared to before.

The wyverns needed to replenish their ammunition after all, and during this period of temporary safety, the orcs stepped on the corpses of their own kind, crossed the burning sea of ​​fire, and launched an almost crazy charge.

Even though their hides were on fire and their feet were stepping on red-hot rocks, the orcs didn't care and just rushed forward.

Orcs often step on landmines and are killed on the spot. The lucky ones among them can still survive, but their legs will be blown off.

There was an orc who picked up his bloody legs after stepping on a landmine. He crawled on the ground, twisting his body hard and roaring in a low voice: "It's not over yet, I can still charge forward"

"Waaaagh!"

Hearing war cries behind them, the orcs swarmed forward, stepping on the corpses of their companions recklessly, and the disabled orc lying on the ground was trampled into meat paste.

The death of their own kind not only did not scare them, but made them even more violent and excited - the spores in the air became the best catalyst for the orcs.

"Let's go! Those big birds have no eggs left!"

"I'm going to tear them to pieces! I'm going to stew them into soup! All my brothers died in the fire!"

"For Gruumsh!"

The fanatical war roars echoed across the wasteland, and the orcs regrouped and marched towards Avendeldan, or the City of Dragons.

After suffering nearly 100,000 casualties, the orcs finally approached Blackrock Mountain and came to a place several kilometers away from the fortress wall.

However, these poor green-skinned orcs did not know that these rounds of bombing were just a trial and the real test had just begun.

They also don't know how much preparation the Burning Empire has made in order to completely exterminate these orcs, and how many military researchers have been calculating and planning for this war day and night.

In the imperial positions in the distance, hundreds of heavy artillery were already on standby, with their black muzzles pointed at the sky.

"Hehe, we're going to give him a good beating this time." The commander of the Ogre Artillery Corps held a cigarette in his mouth and grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth - and a hideous and ugly smile.

"Commander, those orcs are within our firing range!" The scout's voice came over the intercom.

The Empire's dragon cavalry are often used as scouts. They can use their air superiority to overlook the entire battlefield and spy on a lot of the enemy's secret intelligence.

Datou spit out the cigarette in his mouth, stamped it out, and then asked slowly: "How many people are there on the other side?"

The dragon knight hovering in the sky held up a telescope, squinted his eyes, looked at the densely packed sea of ​​orcs, and whispered: "Legion Commander, their number is unbelievably much!"

"How many are there? Tell me the number! Damn it, why are you taking so long?" The ogre legion leader cursed impatiently.

The scout quickly looked at the sea of ​​orcs covering the mountains and answered truthfully, "According to conservative estimates, there are about 300,000 orcs within our range alone, and there are countless more behind them."

“Three hundred thousand?”

After hearing this information, even Big Head couldn't help but widen his eyes with surprise. Then, he laughed wildly, "Hahahaha! Great, so many of them came. Just what I want!"

The ogre waved his hand and shouted at the artillerymen in the position: "Fire! No need to calibrate, just fire as much as you can! Bomb as many as you can, there's plenty of ammunition!"

"Long live the Legion Commander!"

"Long live the Empire!"

"For His Majesty Cassius!"

Suddenly, there were bursts of warm cheers in the position. The artillerymen were overjoyed and immediately began to load ammunition in a hurry.

Those who could become artillerymen in the Empire all had some special hobbies - for example, they liked to watch living things being blown to pieces.

Players of the artillery corps were even more overjoyed, because in such war missions, they could always gain the most experience without having to risk their lives and work hard.

"boom--"

The artillery fire roared, and at the ogre's command, hundreds of heavy artillery opened fire in unison. The shells drew graceful arcs in the sky and fell towards the group of orcs in the distance.

Hearing the whistling and roaring of artillery fire, the orcs were a little confused and felt confused.

"what is that?"

"Wait. That sound again. I know. It's those eggs that can set fire! Ouch! Why did you hit me?"

"You're talking nonsense. I thought only strange birds in the sky could lay eggs like that! Now there are no strange birds in the sky, so where do the eggs come from—"

However, at this moment, dense artillery shells poured down like raindrops, and then exploded in mid-air, killing dozens of orcs in an instant.

The flying shrapnel was like a hot blade, cutting off half of the head of the orc who had just spoken.

The orc was still full of anger. His face turned red and he used up his last bit of strength to retort: ​​"I said it was that kind of egg."

"boom!"

The next moment, accompanied by an earth-shaking bang, the explosion engulfed everything around it.

The Empire's artillery positions were extremely busy. Hundreds of heavy artillery fired non-stop until the barrels turned red and stopped to cool down, while countless shells broke through the air and poured down on the orcs' heads.

The Empire's bombardment was in some ways more severe than the bombing, with greater intensity and longer duration.

The shells fell into the crowd, and the broken shrapnel and terrible explosion could take the lives of dozens of orcs - but these shells could not create a sea of ​​fire that burned the earth like napalm bombs.

However, the orcs remained fearless. They waved their bone clubs and stone spears, and continued to charge forward one after another under the dense rain of shells.

"Waaaagh!"

"Go ahead"

"Those exploding eggs are made of steel! If we rob their strange bird, we will have endless iron!" The orcs' brain circuits are still so strange that they actually mistook the cannonballs and bombs for eggs laid by the "strange bird".

However, considering their short lifespan of only one month, those who can think of these things are already considered "wise" among the green-skinned orcs.

"Waaaagh!"

"I'm going to rob them all!"

War cries echoed across the battlefield, but were drowned out by the roar of the explosions. These green-skinned orcs maneuvered through the artillery fire and actually advanced the front line.

These orcs charging in the front either stepped on landmines, were blown to death by shells falling from the sky, or were burned to death by the flames created by napalm bombs. The ways of death were varied and bizarre.

But no matter how miserable the condition of their companions was, these green-skinned orcs still charged forward, stepping on the corpses of their own people.

Their simple brains cannot understand words like courage and faith, nor can they process those complex magic circuits, but they know one thing clearly - we have to fight!

"I see. Did the army of the Burning Empire rely on this kind of power to occupy North Ethel and capture Avendeldan?"

On the hill behind the orc camp, Solo gritted his teeth, his face so gloomy that ink seemed to be dripping out.

Even if the lower-class orcs were as numerous as grass, they could not withstand such consumption! According to his observation, in just half a day, the loss of the green-skinned orcs had reached more than 200,000!

According to his observation, each explosion had almost the power of a third-level spell, and the army of the Burning Empire had created thousands of such explosions!
Could it be that the Burning Cinders Empire has dozens of legendary mages/priests who are constantly casting low-level spells to kill hundreds of thousands of inferior orcs?
What a joke!
The Red Blood Tribe has long been in the remote Ugo Grassland, and its path to the continent of Feanso has been cut off by the Mountain Kingdom and blocked by the towering Black Stone Mountains.

They are just like the Northern Kingdom in the past, living in a remote corner and completely unable to understand the changes in the world situation. Their only enemy is the Dwarf Kingdom.

A few months ago, some strange humans appeared on the Wugo Prairie. They called themselves "Starfallers" from outer space and came to help them defeat the Mountain Kingdom.

But the orcs at that time did not believe these aliens. Instead, they looked at them with greed - on the barren prairie, all resources were extremely precious, including human corpses.

So the orcs killed these humans, cut off their heads, peeled off their skins, and even tried to stew their flesh into soup.

But strangely, not long after, the remains of these humans disappeared out of thin air, making the hungry orcs feel extremely annoyed and disappointed.

Of course, these orcs are even less likely to know that the emergence of the Burning Empire has brought tremendous changes to the world, and the way of war has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Solo growled, "We can't go on like this, we have to intervene, otherwise these inferior orcs will be killed by them sooner or later.

Damn the Burning Empire, their spells are like free, endless."

"Mok!"

He called out loudly.

Mok is the current shaman of the Red Blood Tribe. He also accepted the gift of the Black Water, became a half-green-skinned "new orc", and mastered many powerful divine arts.

However, it is hard to say whether the source of power for these divine arts is the Orc God or some indescribable existence.

"Captain, what do you want?"

A low, hoarse voice was heard, and a hunchbacked orc appeared in front of everyone.

He was wearing a thick black robe, and his exposed green skin was covered with large patches of moss, which was dense and looked quite creepy, and also emitted a certain foul smell.

Solo sighed and asked, "Shaman Mok, the magic of the Burning Empire is so powerful, how can we break in?"

Mok laughed sinisterly: "It's very simple. We just need to let the great Father God and Mother God protect us, and the orcs will be able to break through the blockade of fire and occupy the territory that should belong to us."

Solo frowned, but he didn't bother to think about who the "Mother Goddess" Mok mentioned was. He just ordered:
"Then do as you say. Use your magic to help those inferior orcs, no, our brave warriors, break through the enemy's blockade."

"Okay, Chief, that's as you wish."

Mok raised his head, and his face, covered with moss and like the roots of an old tree, gradually wrinkled, revealing an extremely terrifying smile.

Guarded by several strong orc warriors, Mok came to the front battlefield. He raised his head, looked at the sky filled with artillery shells, and then looked at the charging green-skinned orcs.

Mok raised his trembling hand, clenched the dark green scepter filled with sticky liquid, and said softly: "You ignorant people, you don't know what kind of power you have!"

You will be saved, you will be the beginning of chaos, you will be the destroyer of the old world! "

The orc shaman's voice became more and more passionate and excited. At the end, there was even a strange light in his cloudy eyes.

Mok held up the scepter, which continuously spread a kind of spore hyphae invisible to the naked eye to the surrounding soil, trees, and rocks.

The spore mycelium gradually spread across the battlefield like mist, linking the green-skinned orcs together and weaving them into a complex network with tens of thousands of nodes, making them seem as one.

Every orc is constantly "thinking" about this, craving for bloody killings and exhilarating wars, and they all want to vent their instinctive desires.

After being connected to the Internet, the green-skinned orcs actually developed some kind of ignorant "collective consciousness".

The orcs that were incorporated into the spore network had bloodshot eyes, mucus dripping from the corners of their mouths, and their breathing became increasingly rapid. They all raised their heads and let out an earth-shaking war cry.

"Waaaagh!"

In an instant, countless spores rose up and condensed into a translucent mesh substance in the air, while a powerful force field was stimulated on the bodies of the orcs.

In the center of the network, a powerful green-skinned orc named "The Mountain" threw a huge rock, smashing the shells falling from the sky, and then roared: "Waaaagh! Follow me! These things are nothing to be afraid of, kill them all!"

Jushan has an exceptionally burly figure, reaching three meters in height. His muscles are as hard as the rocks in the mountains. The veins on his head are almost bulging out, and his whole body exudes an extremely strong force field.

"He's the boss!"

"Yes, he looks very strong, let's charge after him!"

"Waaaagh! For Gruumsh!"

In an instant, the green-skinned orcs cried out in surprise. They instinctively followed the pace of the giant mountain and attacked the fortress under heavy artillery fire.

Under the influence of the mysterious force field, many shells became duds and were shattered before they fell to the ground. However, the angry orcs actually recycled these shells, dismantled them, mixed them together, and made them into handy weapons.

Of course, there are also losers who blow themselves up in the process. (End of this chapter)