Ember Dragon

In this turbulent era, the world situation is surging with undercurrents. The orcs, the abyss, the nine hells, the three gods of death... those forces that once lurked under the sun are all ready to move.

Under such circumstances, it is not easy for the Burning Empire to become the true overlord of Feanso - or even surpass the former Holy Fadlan and become the actual owner of this continent.

What's more, there is no god behind the Burning Cinders Empire. It only has Cassius, a guy who can barely be called a "demigod" by patchwork, as its backer. It often needs to mediate between various gods.

But even so, facing the chosen target, Cassius would never hesitate or retreat.

Cassius laughed grimly, shook the dragon wings behind him, and stood up: "I want to see if you can still hold back when I kill all these green orcs.

The devastating 'Orc Disaster' of the previous life will end here!"

Swah——

The dragon's wings flapped, creating a scorching storm. The majestic dragon power soared into the sky, making all things tremble.

In an instant, the half-dragon soldiers, wyverns, and rock dragons guarding Dragon Blood Mountain all raised their heads and looked up at the majestic figure in the sky.

"Then that's actually Dragon Wing! That's a trait that only great men like Duke Trump and Duke Doro can possess!"

"Casius, Commander George has been promoted to half-dragon!"

"Look at that huge corpse. He, he also killed that orc! He is worthy of being Lord George!"

"Captain George!"

Looking at George who had grown dragon wings and killed the giant mountain, the surrounding imperial soldiers were in an uproar. They waved their weapons and cheered enthusiastically.

"Thorn-"

With a slight sound, George finally pulled out the long sword that was stuck in the orc's head with great effort, raised the blood-stained sword high, and pointed the tip of the sword towards the sky.

George smiled mysteriously: "Everyone - the credit for killing this mutant orc this time is not mine, but your Majesty's!

It is the great Burning Emperor! He is watching over us like the sun, protecting us, and allowing all the people of the empire to bathe in the glory of victory!"

Under the sunlight, blood slowly flowed down the blade, turning into drops of blood.

"Long live the Empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

In an instant, the surrounding imperial soldiers burst into thunderous cheers, the sound was like waves, one after another, echoing across the battlefield.

The orcs in the distance surged up again. Although they no longer had the leadership of the giant mountain, they were still fearless and vented their desire for war, wanting to fight to the death with the Imperials.

"Everyone——"

George flapped his dragon wings, soared into the air, looked down at the green waves in the distance, then raised his sword and pointed it in the direction of the orcs.

"Crush them!"

The morale and passion of the empire's officers and soldiers were high. Bullets poured out like a rainstorm. Countless shells hit the orcs, causing them to fall down in large numbers.

Soon, the support George called for finally arrived.

"boom--"

The ground made a dull sound, and giant steel beasts galloped across the battlefield. Their tracks rolled over the orc corpses piled on the ground, causing green blood to splatter everywhere.

At the same time, shrill screams were heard from the sky, and a row of armored two-legged flying dragons were seen gliding from the horizon, like a sharp blade tearing through the sky.

George was a little surprised, but he heard Dror's sonorous voice on his intercom: "All troops attack! Prepare to launch a counterattack!

These damn greenskin bastards, do they really think they can break through our defenses with their numbers? What a joke!
Everyone, let them see the power of the empire, let them feel the baptism of blood and fire! Completely exterminate these lowly and rude green-skinned orcs!"

At Dror's command, the sky and the earth began to shake and tremble in an instant. The sky was covered by various sub-dragons and flying dragons, and the earth was occupied by infantry, steam tanks and dragon beasts.

Even the Imperials could be seen on the flanks and rear of the orcs, and it was obvious that a tight net had been laid.

At this moment, the imperial army is coming out in full force!

This is the moment that Dror has been waiting for!

He first used mines, traps, bunkers and other fortifications to form an extremely solid defense line, which was like a running meat grinder, constantly consuming the manpower of the green-skinned orcs.

Then, Dror launched a counterattack when the enemy was relatively weak, giving them a fatal blow! Millions of orcs on the front line were killed!
As for those mines and traps?
It had long been triggered by the tide of green-skinned orcs. Large numbers of orc corpses covered the ground, forming a brand new surface.

"boom!"

The empire's artillery fire was at full force, and the shells dragged trails of thick smoke that crisscrossed the sky, forming a dense net.

The shells fell like raindrops and exploded, almost overturning the ground. Under such fierce firepower and facing such a one-sided massacre, even the orcs who had never feared death could no longer get excited.

They are keen on war, but not on death, and they don't like being bombed to death without knowing anything.

"We can't even touch the enemy!"

"It would be a shame to die like this. I haven't killed enough!"

"Damn it, those old guys want to use us as cannon fodder! Just wait and see and kill us!" A green-skinned orc slapped his head and came to this conclusion.

Its name is Barn, and it is also a well-known "smart" orc.

The so-called "old things" are what the green-skinned orcs call those pure-blooded orcs.

In fact, these two types look down on each other. Pure-blooded orcs think that green-skinned orcs are lowly and despicable, while green-skinned orcs regard pure-blooded orcs as "cowards who are afraid of even death."

But with the mediation of Chief Solo, who had the blood of both sides, the green-skinned orcs temporarily succumbed to the power of the pure-blooded orcs, and were tempted by the other side's words of "grabbing all of Avendeldan", so they came to the front line as cannon fodder.

At this moment, after figuring this out, some orcs felt that instead of being blown to death inexplicably on the battlefield, it would be better to fight with those old guys and kill them to their heart's content before dying.

In their minds, it doesn't matter who they fight against. The most important thing is to fight, see blood, and kill people.

So, with this strange train of thought that ordinary people could not understand at all, tens of thousands of green-skinned orcs launched a mighty charge towards the rear - the position where the pure-blooded orcs were located.

"Old man, we can't beat those imperial people. We can't even get through them, so we can only beat you!"

"Brothers, let's have some fun before we die. Follow me and kill!"

"Waaagh! Old guys, I'm going to kill you all! You asked me to be cannon fodder! And you still wanted to deceive us!" Those green-skinned orcs who turned against their own side in the battle waved the bone sticks and stone axes in their hands, roared madly, and rushed towards the orcs' positions.

The ground was shaking and gravel was rolling down the hillside.

"Gruumsh above"

"Go back, do you want to be a deserter?"

"Damn low-level orcs! What do you want to do? Rebellion?"

"No, that's not right. They really rebelled! This group of low-level orcs rebelled!" the orc guards shouted.

Barn smashed the orc's head with a bone club, smashing it and splattering his brains. Then he angrily shouted righteously: "You old guys, you still want to trick us into death, you should have been beaten to death by us long ago!"

The orcs stationed at the position were caught off guard, and after only a few shouts, they were overwhelmed by the sea of ​​green-skinned orcs.

Even if they died, they would never have thought that this group of guys who could barely be called their fellow tribesmen would actually turn against them and launch a counterattack against them for such an outrageous reason as "no war to fight".

But compared to the battlefield with millions of orcs, these rebellious orcs could not cause much waves.

"Master Chief, Master Chief, something bad has happened! The low-level orcs on the front line have rebelled!"

"Master Chief, the magic of the Imperials is too powerful. All the low-level orcs on our side have been killed. Not a single one is left!"

"Oh no! The Imperials' steel behemoth is about to crush us!"

Orc scouts riding on wolf mounts galloped in from all directions of the battlefield, bringing all kinds of information in a hurry, and without exception - all were bad news!

Solo sat on the bone throne, his face so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping out of it. His right hand tightly grasped the blood spear, which was trembling slightly, making a creaking sound.

"Damn you Imperials."

The orc gnashed his teeth, stood up suddenly, and yelled at the orcs below him: "You are a bunch of rubbish! Idiots! You can't even control a group of low-level orcs!
We have three million people! Three million people attacking an enemy fortress, and they will be killed to pieces!"

Solo turned his head and looked at the shaman in black robes in the distance. His eyes were bloodshot and he asked angrily: "Mok! Is this the method you mentioned?

What you call means——is to let tens of thousands of low-level orcs launch a counterattack against us?!"

Mok bowed his head respectfully, his voice still hoarse, without any emotion: "Great Chief, I planted a 'seed' among them, a seed that can breed powerful orcs.

It's a pity that the enemy we are facing is too powerful. A legendary being has taken action. Even I can't do anything."

Hearing this, Solo became furious and wanted to throw the blood spear in his hand over.

He strode forward, grabbed Mok's neck with one hand, lifted him up, and roared at his haggard face: "That's your incompetence! Incompetence!"

Mok was strangled, but he still said word by word: "It is meaningless for the chief to do this."

"boom!"

A shell landed outside the camp and exploded into the sky, engulfing several orc soldiers and clan chieftains, creating a large charred hole outside their tent.

"The chief of the Blackbird clan was killed in the explosion!" someone outside shouted

The orcs in the tent all looked over and gasped, the expressions on their faces becoming even more panicked and helpless.

The weapons made by the Imperials are so terrifying that they can hurt them in the rear areas!

Seeing this, Solo put Mok down casually, but the anger in his eyes became even stronger, and there was a kind of uneasiness and fear, and sweat flowed down his forehead.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo"

Solo panted heavily, and it took him a long time to calm down. He looked around and asked, "Everyone, what should we do now?"

"Fight them! Even now, we have more than two million people!

That's right! Even if there are more than two million pigs, those imperial people may not be able to kill them all!" Someone slammed the table and stood up, his voice excited.

"The weapons of the Imperials can kill people thousands of meters away."

"That's right. Those low-level orcs are useless. No matter how many there are, they are useless."

"We should retreat back to the Ugo Prairie and disperse to our respective pastures. The imperialists should not chase us."

But more orcs were shaking their heads, whispering to each other, and having experienced the defeat of the Red Blood Tribe led by Batu, they had become more conservative.

——Because most of those passionate and reckless people died on the battlefield and in front of the walls of Avendeldan.

Listening to the orcs' discussion, Solo's expression became more and more ugly. He originally thought that he would become a hero surpassing Batu and fulfill the orcs' thousand-year-old wish.

But now, Solo's dream has been completely shattered.

The cruel fact is: under his leadership, the orcs suffered countless casualties before they even saw the walls of Avender. The corpses even covered most of the ground.

Mok stood up and said, "Come on, Chief, let's leave here and go back to the valley.

He pointed at the green-skinned orcs that were still forming like a wave in the distance and said, "These low-level orcs are like weeds on the grassland. When one piece is burned, another will grow. They can never be completely killed.

We just need to stay dormant on the Wugo steppe, constantly nurturing low-level orcs, allowing them to continue to multiply and proliferate. One day, the Imperials will also become lax, and that will be our chance. "

As soon as this was said, the leaders of various clans responded one after another. After all, only the lives of low-level orcs were consumed this time, and that group of things could grow in large numbers like weeds at any time.

Even if millions of people died, it was just a simple number.

Once their elite orc warriors were killed by the empire, it would take several years or even more than ten years to train them again. It would be a waste to waste them in this war.

Moreover, these clan leaders also have some little ideas of their own - once the Red Blood Tribe disintegrates again, they will have to rely on these strong warriors to compete with other tribes for pastures and hunting grounds.

"boom!"

Solo thought for a long time, and finally clenched his fist and pounded it hard on the table, saying unwillingly: "Okay, then. Do as you say.

We will temporarily retreat to the Red Blood Valley, continue to train the orcs, and wait for the next opportunity to attack. Avenderdan will belong to us one day.

As for these low-level orcs, just leave them all here." (End of this chapter)