Ember Dragon

"Shh-"

A shrill scream resounded through the sky, and rows of armored wyverns cut through the sky, dragging white lines in their wake, their sharp metal wing armor tearing through the air.

To the many enemies of the Burning Empire - this is the voice of Death!

"Damn it, those big birds are coming again!"

"This damn bird!"

"The last time they came over I was blasted to pieces, luckily I managed to survive!"

"Get down quickly! I was able to avoid those exploding eggs last time because I lay down!" an orc shouted.

In the eyes of these short-sighted green-skinned orcs, the bombs dropped by the Aviation Regiment were the "explosive eggs" laid by the big birds. However, they also knew that these were extremely dangerous things that could take their lives - after all, the charred corpses piled on the ground were strong proof of this.

The shells fell from the sky in an orderly manner like raindrops and exploded almost at the same time, splashing countless shrapnel and sticky gasoline mixture, forming row after row of flaming walls on the ground.

The Empire's napalm bombs were developed specifically for these green-skinned orcs. They created a horrific sea of ​​fire that continued to burn and spread, burning those semi-plant-like green-skinned orcs to death.

At this point in the war, the orcs were no longer the madmen who only cared about rushing forward without caring about their own lives. Although they were still a group of reckless men, they became much more cautious and even figured out how to dig holes in the ground to avoid explosions.

Although they are not afraid of death, they are afraid of not being able to fight to the fullest before death, and they are afraid of dying in obscurity. In their original concept, dying on the battlefield is a good thing.

But now, after experiencing the Empire's massive bombing, the orcs' concepts have also changed greatly.

"Let's go!"

"Run!"

"If we hide in these pits, they won't be able to bomb us!"

Just like that, surrounded by the sea of ​​fire, the green-skinned orcs clamored, pushed each other, racked their brains to stay away from the wyverns, avoided the flames caused by the explosion, and even showed a rare tendency of collapse.

"boom!"

A shell exploded in the air, and the blazing flames engulfed dozens of orcs around it. The flames quickly spread, surrounding more orcs, leaving them helplessly wailing and roaring in the sea of ​​fire.

"It's so hot!"

"Big Mouth, save me, help me put out the fire behind me!"

"Get out of here, don't come over here!"

"Damn it, it's all your fault. I'm burning up too!"

There were even two orcs with their bodies burning, wrestling with each other and rolling in the sea of ​​fire. They soon turned into two pieces of entangled black charcoal and died together, which fulfilled their wish to die happily in the fight.

Seeing this scene, more orcs stopped struggling and chose to wrestle with their companions. The reasons they found were particularly casual - they just wanted to have a quick death before dying.

"Blackback, what are you looking at me doing?"

"I'll just look at you, okay?"

"court death!"

"Hahahaha! I'm going to kill you before you burn to death!"

"Me too!"

The flames spread at an unimaginable speed, like a red sickle, harvesting the earth again and again.

Thick smoke filled the wasteland covered with charred corpses, and countless dark shadows were struggling and wailing towards death.

However, after the artillery fire, huge steel beasts broke through the thick smoke, rampaged across the land, galloped wantonly, and crushed those orcs who had managed to survive the bombing.

Even the tracks were stained with the green blood of the orcs.

"boom--"

The steel behemoth roared, and flames suddenly burst out from the thick gun barrel. After the roar, the orcs gathered in groups in the distance were blown into pieces on the ground.

"Kill these Imperial beasts!"

"Finally! Is this the Imperial?"

"Waaaagh!"

Finally seeing enemies they could touch, some orcs were extremely surprised. They waved bone sticks and stone axes in their hands and surrounded the steam tanks.

One orc even jumped to the back of the steam tank and pounded the armor frantically with a bone stick. Countless orcs threw spears, stones, etc., trying to cause damage to this steel behemoth.

"Bang! Bang!"

A dull sound was heard, but even if they tried their best, they could not break through the thick armor of the steam tank.

“I can’t even hit it!”

"Damn it! The beasts tamed by these imperial people are also wrapped in iron sheets. What a lump of iron!"

"Be careful, this guy is going crazy!"

"boom--"

The next moment, the steam engine was running at full capacity, white smoke billowing out of the pipes, and the front of the car body was sprayed with a pair of blood-red eyes by the Dragon Vein Goblin driver.

Suddenly, the steam Tucker rushed towards the orcs like a real angry beast, and crushed hundreds of orcs into meat patties in an instant.

The protective force field suddenly opened, and the orc who was lying on the car body and hitting it frantically was thrown away, and was shot into a sieve by the machine gun turret in mid-air.

In this way, hundreds of tanks followed behind the sea of ​​fire, forming a thick wall. They were like huge meat grinders, strangling all the orcs who escaped from the sea of ​​fire.

But many orcs found another way and chose to dig holes and dig the ground frantically, burying themselves in caves where the sea of ​​fire could not reach, and even sealing the cave entrances.

The green-skinned orcs are creatures that grow from underground. They can absorb air and nutrients from the soil, and their vitality is extremely tenacious. Even if they bury themselves alive deep in the earth, they can survive for months by eating mud.

"Fortunately, I hid early. Almost all the people outside were dead..."

"Yes, we are smarter than them. We deserve to survive, steal more things, and kill more people."

Listening to the crackling sound of flesh and blood burning on the ground, the shrill wailing, and the roars of the orcs fighting each other, feeling the ground shaking violently and the falling of mud and gravel, the orcs hiding in the caves felt quite fortunate and sighed.

They have not killed any imperialists, nor have they robbed the legendary wealthy city of Avender. It would be a pity if they died in vain in this sea of ​​fire.

But these orcs hiding underground never imagined that the Air Force Corps was about to launch a large-scale attack against them.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the ground shook.

At first, the orcs thought it was just an ordinary artillery bombardment and didn't take it seriously, but just continued to lie in the cave.

But they didn't know that a deadly disaster was quietly approaching.

Soon, something strange happened!
A dazzling streak of fire flashed across the sky again, accompanied by a deafening explosion, and several bombs fell accurately near the tunnel.

After the bomb exploded, the first thing that was produced was a huge high-temperature fireball. The fireball was like an angry beast, instantly devouring everything nearby and even rushing into the tunnel. The high temperature made the air in the tunnel extremely hot, and the orcs' skin began to be scorched, and their hair and clothes quickly burned.

"I was hiding! How could these imperialists still burn us?"

"It's so hot! There's nowhere to hide!"

They screamed in pain and rolled around in the tunnel, trying to put out the flames on their bodies, but it was all in vain.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful shock wave swept in accompanied by an explosion.

This shock wave was like an invisible giant hand, violently slapping the walls and shelters of the tunnel. The orcs were thrown into the air by this force and then fell heavily to the ground.

Their bodies were shattered in the impact, and their internal organs and bones were broken under the violent impact.

Then, the high-temperature shock wave penetrated the ground, washing over the orcs' bodies like a wave, burning their entire bodies.

However, the damage caused by the fuel-air explosive bomb did not end there.

As the explosion continued, the air in the tunnel was quickly consumed, and even the air in the soil was sucked out.

The orcs began to have difficulty breathing, and roars came from their throats, as if they were fighting against death.

"No"

"Let me out."

However, as the oxygen became less and less, their sounds gradually became weaker and more powerless.

The tunnel was filled with a suffocating darkness and silence, with only the occasional faint groaning sound proving that there was still trace of life here.

However, these sounds were soon swallowed up by darkness.

The orcs had no idea that the Empire's military engineers had been busy for months developing bombs for a variety of scenarios - including the situation where the orcs were hiding underground, in order to kill them all.

……

Looking down from high in the sky, the ground was already covered in billowing smoke, with the ground occasionally appearing amid the billowing smoke.

Mantou looked at the devastated ground, which was covered in flames and the corpses of orcs, and couldn't help but sigh: "This power is so fucking terrifying."

Singo nodded in agreement and said through the intercom: "Yes, there are three million orcs, and most of us were killed in just a few days. It's easier than killing chickens.

My experience has already exceeded the upper limit, and I can also get several more max-level proficiency items. This mission is really profitable."

Even he did not expect that this mission would bring him such a huge amount of experience, not to mention Mantou who was described as "unworldly".

Looking down at the surging sea of ​​fire, Mantou said: "It's a spectacular sight, which reminds me of the Tokyo bombing I saw in the movie before, Li Mei BBQ.

Haha, it seems that the American has really returned to his old ways. It’s a pity that without the Little Boy and the Fatty, it’s not exciting enough after all.”

Singo suddenly said, "Given the mental state of that lunatic from the Yuanhuan Order, he might have mixed this stuff into our ammunition depot."

Mantou opened his mouth wide and said in astonishment: "That shouldn't be the case. Do we really need to use nuclear weapons to deal with these orcs?"

"I hope so."

Singo shook his head and said nothing more.

Curtis's calm and steady voice came from the intercom again: "Everyone, prepare for a cluster bombing. Be sure to block the direction in which the orcs escape and surround them."

"Yes, sir."

The dragon riders responded in unison, then pressed the gravity device and climbed rapidly at the same time, leaving behind them brilliant flame tails.

With the help of the image on the helmet, Mantou could see a large number of black spots - the green-skinned orcs were being chased by the rapidly spreading flames and fled towards the north.

This time, the mission of the air force is to prevent the green-skinned orcs from escaping, bombing from the north to the south, creating a sea of ​​​​fire, cutting off their retreat, and surrounding the orcs.

"Attack from the north and south, and use the sealing tactic to surround the enemy, isn't this just like making dumplings?

It's quite sinister, I like it." Mantou chuckled.

Then, he and his colleagues rose to an altitude of 10,000 meters, drew semicircles in the sky, turned around and flew levelly.

Looking at the small black dot on the display screen getting closer and closer, Mantou grinned and placed his hand on the bomb button on the side of Feilong's neck.

Curtis's clear and calm voice came again in the headset: "Attention everyone, prepare to drop bombs--"

"Three, two—"

"one--"

"bomb!"

The moment he heard the command, Mantou pressed the bomb button with a "click", and dozens of other dragon knights did the same.

In an instant, hundreds of napalm bombs poured out from the ammunition compartments in the abdomen of the wyverns, like a rainstorm. The air was filled with dense shells, which was extremely spectacular.

At the same time, the shells cut through the air, making a sharp explosion that hurt people's eardrums and trembled their hearts.

"Come on!"

"Let's continue to flee north!"

"Damn it! We won't be cannon fodder for those old guys! We want to rob openly!"

At this moment, the orcs were still noisy. They crowded and pushed each other, avoiding the spreading sea of ​​fire behind them, and quickly evacuated to the north - their hometown, the Ugo Prairie.

But at this moment, the orc running in front heard a familiar sound - it was the scream of the god of death.

"Gruumsh above"

"I, I don't believe it"

The orcs raised their heads tremblingly, their eyes wide open, only to see the group of strange birds reappear in front of them, continuously dropping exploding eggs.

That group of strange birds were just like the ghosts in the legend. They would always appear in the direction they were going, bringing fire and death.

The orc pointed to the sky, his legs shaking, and shouted, "It's a strange bird! There are also strange birds like that in the north!"

"Step aside!"

"Don't get in my way!"

However, the orcs behind were unaware of this and pushed forward madly, even trampling the orc who had stopped, and rushed towards the north like a flood.

But soon, accompanied by explosions, the vast grassland in front of them was no longer there, but a sea of ​​​​fire and billowing smoke.

At this moment, the green-skinned orcs no longer had a direction to escape.

No matter east, west, north, south, sky or underground, these brutal imperial people will hunt them down - until there is no green orc left on this earth who can stand up. (End of this chapter)