Ember Dragon

Chapter 670 Giant Mountain
"boom!"

There was another explosion, and in an instant the air was filled with smoke, flames flashed, shrapnel flew everywhere, and blood mist rose into the air.

More than a dozen orcs were blown into a bloody mess, with body parts flying everywhere, and even some charred heads rolled to the ground and turned several times.

But the other orcs were unmoved, and were too lazy to even turn around to take a look. Instead, they were enthusiastically picking up the hot shrapnel - because this situation had been going on for several days.

This is the third day of the orcs' attack on Avundaldan.

The artillery fire of the Burning Empire continued day and night, and there were also constant flying dragons flying across the sky with screams, dropping bombs like raindrops.

During this period, the orcs also launched hundreds of large-scale offensives and once approached the trenches of the Burning Empire, but were still repelled by fierce artillery fire. Every day, tens of thousands of orcs were buried in this "meat grinder" filled with the smell of gunpowder.

In just three days, the ground of this wasteland was bombed down three feet, the raised hills were razed to the ground, and the charred corpses of orcs were scattered everywhere.

But Mok's special methods were not without effect. In this short period of time, the surviving orcs became stronger.

"Waaaagh!"

The giant mountain let out an extremely angry war cry and rushed towards the defense line of the Burning Empire under the overwhelming artillery shells.

In its hand is a huge war hammer made of countless broken shrapnel and firing devices, and blazing flames are spewing from the handle of the hammer.

At the same time, Jushan picked up a lot of things on the battlefield, pieced them together, and gradually armed himself to make an extremely rough and simple armor.

"My tribesmen, charge with me! Their attacks will only make us stronger!"

The mountain raised the war hammer in his hand high, stood on top of the pile of corpses, pulled up the visor made of shrapnel, and let out a majestic roar.

"Waaagh!"

"The mountain! The rough mountain!"

Along with the cheers of the orcs, the force field emanating from the giant mountain became increasingly powerful, reaching a level that was almost tangible, and could even dismantle shells falling from the sky into scrap metal.

The orcs' technology was extremely backward and bizarre in the eyes of the Empire. Their weapons were all made of natural materials such as stone and animal bones. They were simply a primitive tribe.

However, the weapons created by these green-skinned orcs are almost contrary to objective common sense in the eyes of imperial researchers.

According to observations by Imperial researchers, in the midst of fierce war and death, the orcs will develop an extremely idealistic power, and their beliefs are enough to distort objective reality - similar to warlocks.

As long as the orcs believe that this thing can be used in war, it will work smoothly.

Even the most inconspicuous piece of scrap iron can become a weapon that other races cannot believe. Under the distortion of that power, those creations made of scrap iron can even exert more brutal and unbridled power.

In a sense, every green-skinned orc is a potential "war sorcerer" who can distort reality with the will of war.

They have their own "unique" technology, of course, most of which are war machines made by patching together some war waste.
"That orc?"

"Yes, this is General Dror's order. We must kill it at all costs, even if it means wasting artillery shells."

"okay, I get it."

The artillery corps commander, Ogre Big Head, put down the intercom in his hand, couldn't help but spit, and cursed: "Damn it, these brainless greenskins are just like cockroaches, they can never be killed."

He arrived at the position, picked up the telescope, squinted his eyes and observed for a while, then shouted: "Do you see the big green skin covered with shrapnel on the hill? Kill it at all costs! Send it to see Gruumsh."

"Yes, legion commander!"

Soon, the imperial artillerymen calculated the angles and various parameters, skillfully aimed at the location of the "giant mountain", and prepared to launch a precise point bombing.

"fire!"

"boom--"

At a command from the ogre commander, dozens of heavy artillery pieces fired in unison, accompanied by the whistling of artillery fire, and shells suddenly flew out from them.

The shells broke through the air, appearing densely in the sky, and fell towards the orcs as if they had eyes.

"huh, huh"

The giant mountain raised his head, clenched the war hammer in his hand, and his breathing became more rapid, but the expression on his rugged face became more excited and excited.

The orc licked his exposed fangs and suddenly burst out laughing: "They are all coming for me. They want to kill me.

Hahahaha! Well done!

I want to see what else you can do besides releasing these explosive iron shells! If you can really kill me, it will be your credit! "

Facing the shells falling like raindrops from the sky, Jushan was not afraid at all. Instead, he raised the hammer in his hand high, jumped high towards the shells, and flames spurted out from under his armor.

"Waaaagh!"

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

One after another, the air was filled with explosions. Disturbed by the force field, many shells were triggered and exploded in mid-air, and some even turned into duds.

The orc threw the war hammer made of the wreckage of the shells with all his might, and from the crooked gap behind the hammer head, brilliant flames burst out, neither scientifically nor magically, giving it a huge boost.

"boom!"

The war hammer flew out of his hand, broke through the air, and instantly shattered several shells horizontally, and then returned to the giant mountain's hand like a boomerang.

Then, several uneven iron balls shot out from the tattered device on its shoulder and flew towards the shells in the sky, causing them to explode one after another.

Facing the last few shells, the giant mountain roared again, swung its hammer, and smashed it down hard.

"boom!"

Another huge fireball appeared in the air, and the orc warrior in rough armor landed on the ground with a bang. Except for the charred marks on his body, he was almost unscathed.

"Giant mountain! Giant mountain! The brutal giant mountain, the giant mountain that the Burning Empire fears!"

"WAAAAGH!!!"

The orcs shouted its name fanatically and became more excited, and amidst the roar, the force field of the mountain became even stronger.

The hyphae released by Mok connected them together, allowing these orcs to generate idealistic powers that were enough to distort reality.

Looking at this scene, even the observers of the empire felt a little unbelievable.

They looked at the weapons and armor in the magic image, which could be called child's play and could only be called "toys", and muttered to themselves: "How is this possible? No matter from which angle you look at it, it is impossible for that thing to work!!
Cassius, damn it, it's just a pile of scrap metal from a disintegrated shell! ! ! "

The researchers were extremely annoyed. They grabbed their already sparse hair and cursed at the orcs who were dressed in simple clothes.

"WAAAGH!!!" "Grab them all!"

Under the call of the giant mountain, the orcs' offensive became more fierce. They picked up the scrap metal they had picked up and charged towards the empire's defense line again.

Faced with the shells falling from the sky, this time the orcs can use the armor they made themselves for protection, and can also use force fields to interfere.

There were still orcs whose flesh and blood were blown to pieces, but more orcs filled the gaps, roaring and rushing towards the fortress in the distance.

This time, under intensive artillery fire, the orcs finally rushed to within a few hundred meters of the Burning Empire's defense line and were about to reach the fortress.

And there, the imperial engineers had already built various fortifications. The deep trenches twisted like a giant python, stretching for several miles.

Hundreds of bunkers of varying sizes form a support structure and defend each other. Each bunker is equipped with several light and heavy machine guns, as well as a dozen soldiers, and are excellent firepower points.

From the moment the orcs entered the defense zone, the angry voice of the hobgoblin general Dror echoed in the fortifications: "Fire! Fire! Don't let them get close to the Dragon City!"

In an instant, fierce flames burst out from the rows of gun muzzles. Thousands of machine guns drawn from all over the place opened fire at the same time, and the scene was quite spectacular.

"For the Empire!"

"For His Majesty Cassius!"

"Great Cassius, the Dragon City is with us. These green-skinned bugs won't dare to take even a single step into our defense line!"

The imperial soldiers in the bunker shouted fanatically. As creatures with dragon blood, their momentum was no less powerful than those green-skinned orcs.

"Da da da da da-"

Bullets from the heavy machine gun poured out from the muzzle, falling among the orcs like raindrops.

The orcs in the front row were the first to bear the impact and were also the most unlucky. Blood splattered on their chests, abdomens, and even heads, and then they fell straight to the ground.

The Burning Empire has no regard for humanitarianism. Every bullet will crush the enemy's body into pieces in an effort to cause maximum damage. Even the orcs with strong vitality will find it difficult to resist.

"Imperials, I'm going to smash you into meat patties!" Jushan picked up a huge steel shield made of shrapnel, held it in front of him, and charged forward like an armored vehicle.

"The mountain! The rough mountain!"

"I'm going to follow him! Don't worry about these little pieces of iron! As long as we kill the soldiers hiding in the cave, we'll win!"

Suddenly, at the call of the giant mountain, thousands of orcs followed him and launched a fierce charge.

"go to hell!"

"Green bugs! Taste our bullets!"

Under the fire of thousands of heavy machine guns, the green-skinned orcs fell down in large numbers like wheat harvested by a sickle. Even those orcs in armor found it difficult to withstand the penetrating power of the bullets.

"Follow me now!
Damn, where are the people?"

The giant mountain was charging forward with great enthusiasm, but found that there was no movement behind him. He looked back in confusion, only to find that his men had been beaten into sieves.

They lay on the ground, dying, with bloody holes all over their bodies.

At the same time, the Empire's artillery bombardment had not stopped, and the orcs were being attacked from both the sky and the ground. Even though they were huge in number, it was difficult for them to move forward even a single step.

"kill him!"

"That's the guy. He's the leader among the greenskins!"

The imperial soldiers in the bunker also discovered the "leader" Giant Mountain, and turned their guns around and concentrated their fire in an attempt to kill the leader.

"boom!"

In just a few seconds, Giant Mountain's giant steel shield was smashed to pieces and full of holes, and a string of bullets penetrated the shield and shot directly into Giant Mountain's strong body.

"what!"

Jushan screamed in pain.

When the bullets passed through the body and exploded suddenly, the orc felt as if his entire shoulder was cut off.

However, after being transformed by the spores, the giant mountain's body became extremely tough and had strong recovery capabilities. The mycelium in the air gathered together and quickly filled the bloody hole.

"You, you dare to hurt me! I am a giant mountain!"

Soon, the pain was replaced by the anger of being beaten, which violently overwhelmed the orc's mind. The giant mountain's eyes turned bloodshot, and he completely lost his mind and turned into a war beast.

"Waaaaagh!!"

It threw down its shield, roared, and charged towards the bunker in front. Its burly body in armor was like a mobile fortress.

"Kill you!"

Bullets kept falling on the giant mountain, blood mist rose, bloody holes appeared one after another, and its body was riddled with holes.

But under the influence of the spore network, the surrounding hyphae become part of it, constantly repairing and filling its body.

And due to the interference of the force field, many bullets deviated from their original trajectories and just bypassed the orcs.

"Keep up with the rowdy giant mountain!"

"It's the boss! Follow it and we can kill all the Imperials!"

The orcs shouted loudly, and they gathered around the giant mountain again, rushing towards the fortress like a raging flood.

The person in charge of that defense zone was George. Now he was the Dragon Blood Earl of the Empire and a colonel in the army. He was in charge of an entire defense zone and had more than 3,000 imperial soldiers under him. He could barely be considered a senior officer.

Looking at the orcs rushing madly in the distance, George looked calm. He picked up the intercom and said, "That special orc is charging towards the fifth defense zone that I am responsible for, and my soldiers are fighting hard to resist it.

But that strange force field can make our weapons ineffective, so we need the support of artillery and flying dragons."

After receiving affirmative recovery, George put down the walkie-talkie, took out the pistol from his waist, wiped it casually, and then drew out his officer's sword and held it tightly in his hand.

George looked again at the orc army in the distance, which was showing its terrifying power and fangs - especially the burly orc in the lead. There was a hint of anticipation in his golden eyes.

He took a deep breath, savoring the smell of gunpowder, but he did not find it pungent, only comfortable and familiar.

"This is what the battlefield feels like," George sighed softly.

War has always been like this, with opportunities and challenges coexisting. In George's eyes, this war that was watched by the emperor was obviously a great opportunity.

Then he strode out of the bunker and rushed to the front line.

(End of this chapter)