Ember Dragon

"Go! Go!"

"Father Gruumsh, how could those Imperials have weapons like this!"

"No wonder the Mountain Kingdom was destroyed by them! How can we take back Avendeldan with just these low-level orcs?"

Looking at the land covered in smoke and fire in the distance, the orcs were terrified. They didn't even have time to pack up their baggage and fled north again in panic.

Fortunately, the camps of these pure-blooded orcs are located in the rear of the battlefield. They only need to retreat a few dozen miles to return to their hometown, the Ugo Prairie.

Solo rode on the back of a wasteland land dragon beast, turned his head and looked at the devastated battlefield. The firelight was reflected in his eyes, and a deep hatred was revealed in the depths of his pupils.

At this point, Solo's grand plan of capturing Avendeldan and leading the orcs to conquer the continent of Feansor has completely vanished.

His army of "millions of orcs" did not even touch the walls of Avendeldan before being burned to ashes by the overwhelming flames of the Burning Empire.

Along with the green-skinned orcs, Solo's glory and prestige as the great chief were also burned to ashes.

——In recent days, he has heard a lot of rumors. Due to the defeat on the battlefield, the clan leaders are discussing splitting up again after the war and no longer obeying the leadership of the Red Blood Tribe.

How could he not hate?

Solo not only hated the Burning Empire that destroyed his dream, but also hated those selfish and short-sighted clan leaders, and hated their planning of rebellion.

Thinking of this, veins popped out on Solo's forehead, and he uttered a few words through his teeth: "Burning Empire, one day, I will lead countless orcs to slaughter all your people. I will personally chop off the head of that red dragon and hang it on the wall of Avenderdan.
Of course, I have to deal with those damn traitors first!" The orc chieftain clenched his fist holding the blood spear, and a strong murderous intent was revealed in his turbid eyes.

"Whoosh-"

A shrill scream was heard from the distant sky, and several wyverns were seen flying across the sky, dropping bombs on the marching orc army.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The flames shot up into the sky and the sound shook the earth, but the orcs were at a loss, waving their weapons in fear, but they were powerless to do anything.

"Damn it, it's those Imperial dragons!"

"How could this happen? They actually chased us here!"

"By the grace of Gruumsh, are the magic and divine arts of these Imperials infinite?"

"Quick! Damn it, shoot them down for me!" Solo looked at the dozens of elite orcs who were killed in the explosion, then looked up at the black spots in the sky and suddenly roared.

The orc cavalryman next to him had a sad face and whispered: "Great Chief, they are flying very high and very fast. Our short bows have no effect at all."

"Trash, a bunch of trash!"

Solo was furious. It would have been fine if those low-level orcs were slaughtered, but this damned group of flying dragons actually killed his elite troops! They killed them wantonly in front of him!
To use the vulgar orc language: This is like shitting on his head!
"Damn Imperials, I'll make you pay!"

Solo snatched the spear from the orc cavalryman, then stared at the sky with his bloodshot eyes. He saw the wyverns rising in the distance, as if they were about to turn back.

High in the sky, the dragon riders of the Aviation Corps were carrying out their routine work - pressing buttons, dropping bombs, and killing orcs.

Compared to the exciting and thrilling air battles in the past, their current work is as repetitive and boring as the work of workers on an assembly line. The only thing they can see is some "fireworks" fueled by the lives of orcs.

This time, their target was the pure-blooded orcs who were evacuating.

Looking at the experience tips that popped up on the system panel, Mantou frowned: "The density of orcs here is too low. Only a dozen were killed in one round of bombing. Fortunately, their challenge level can be slightly higher."

Singo commented: "You've been spoiled by the quests these days, haven't you? You used to rush to complete the quests worth a few hundred experience points for unclogging the toilet, but now you're even bothered by the bombardment of thousands of experience points."

Mantou curled his lips and said, "The past is the past, and the present is the present. Hey, this mission is good in every way, but it's too boring. There's no passion for battle.

Every day I just eat, sleep and shoot orcs, and earn a few thousand experience points easily. It's boring, so boring!"

Singo laughed and said, "If you say this out loud, you'll probably be blocked by newbies who are troubled by not being able to level up due to lack of experience."

Mantou said confidently, "So what? Can they kill me? Humph, if they really come, I will send them to hell with a bomb!"

Singo said calmly: "If you want to destroy it, you must first make it swell. I think you are getting carried away."

Mantou curled his lips and retorted, "Xin Gou, shut up! Stop it, you are the best at showing off. You always steal the show at every event."

"and many more--"

Singo's tone suddenly became a little strange: "Mantou, the fighting passion you want is probably coming soon!"

"what?"

Mantou lowered his head in confusion, and saw on the ground, a very burly orc wearing heavy armor, holding a spear, staring at him with hatred on his face.

And suddenly, big red words appeared on the display screen in front of his helmet: "Warning, warning, you are about to encounter danger! Please evacuate immediately!"

Curtis' voice came from the headset: "You have been targeted by a strong orc. According to our energy level identification system, this guy is a legendary or above, and he also exudes an undetectable aura.
Evacuate quickly. If you are caught - well, good luck to you."

call ended.

Mantou had a sad face and wanted to slap himself so that he wouldn't be so pessimistic in the future.

You have to know that the experience points of death penalty are deducted proportionally. Once he dies, most of the huge amount of experience points he has earned in the past few days will be lost.

But then, Mantou gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly: "Damn it, isn't it just an orc? Can he fly?"

After hearing Curtis's order, the dragon knights of the aviation regiment pulled the joysticks together and climbed upwards almost vertically to the ground.

After being equipped with the Skyfire Armor, the flexibility of the Wyvern was greatly reduced, but its speed was greatly increased. Flying at low altitude was quite risky, so keeping a distance and rising to high altitude was the best option.

No matter how strong that orc warrior was, he didn't have wings after all, so he couldn't fly freely like them.

However, Solo's muscles were tense, and he was half-kneeling on the ground, his legs like compressed springs.

"boom!"

With a roar, the ground suddenly sank and dust rushed straight into the sky. Under the powerful force, Solo's six-meter-tall body suddenly leaped up and rushed into the sky hundreds of meters in an instant, just like flying.

Spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground, creating a huge pit with a diameter of several meters and a depth of several feet.

"Shh-"

At an extremely fast speed, the orc's body surface rubbed against the air, even producing streaks of fire, making him look like a meteor rising from the ground into the sky.

Moreover, inside Solo's body, the heart filled with original orc spores was beating wildly, constantly releasing powerful force fields and pressure.

Looking at the orc that broke through the air and gradually caught up with them, Mantou was stunned: "What the hell is this monster? Can this thing really be considered an orc?" Seeing this scene, the dragon riders no longer held back and pressed the acceleration buttons one after another.

"Shh-"

The steel pipes behind the Skyfire Armor suddenly spewed out flames, helping them to accelerate continuously, turning into red afterimages piercing the sky.

After flying in the air for a few seconds, the orc's speed gradually slowed down under the constraints of gravity and was about to fall back to the ground.

At this moment, he was only a few dozen meters away from Mantou! But he could not reach this last bit of distance no matter what.

Mantou finally felt relieved at this moment. He turned around, made a face, and said sarcastically: "Haha, go eat my dragon's tail gas!"

"Bastard!"

Solo was furious, his face was extremely ferocious, the muscles in his arms bulged, veins protruded, and terrifying power was accumulating.

Looking at the sharp spear in the opponent's hand, Mantou suddenly felt something was wrong, and a creepy premonition arose in his heart: "Wait, this guy won't want..."

"Whoosh-"

There was a sharp explosion that resounded through the sky, and the sharp spear tore through the air and stabbed towards Mantou fiercely.

"Shameless Imperial! Die!"

Following closely was the thunderous roar of the orcs.

Mantou accelerated desperately and pressed all the emergency buttons on the armor. Flames, lightning and force field energy appeared behind the wyvern, and it made several emergency turns.

But the spear covered with orc spores was like a ghost, following closely and in an instant it was under the pterosaur.

"His-"

First there was a crisp sound, followed by the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh. The spear pierced through the armor and went through the bodies of the pterosaur and Mantou one after another, piercing them through.

Mantou lowered his head and looked at the bloody spear tip piercing through his chest, and suddenly he felt like crying but had no tears.

A speeded-up version of "See You Again" was played in the headphones, along with Curtis' half-smile: "Mantou, thank you for stepping forward and covering the other members of the air formation to retreat smoothly."

Damn, the waves are too big.

——This was the last thought that flashed through Mantou’s mind.

"boom!"

The next moment, the self-destruct device in the dragon's belly was triggered, and a dozen stored bombs exploded instantly, creating a dazzling fireball in the sky.

The burning fragments scattered on the ground, and Mantou's body had turned into charred meat, which was quite consistent with the BGM.

The orc warrior landed on the ground with a bang.

"Chief Solo!"

"Mighty Solo! Your strength astounds us! You were able to kill those dragons!"

"Dragon terminator, Solo!"

"Great Chief, you have avenged our warriors!"

"enough!"

However, at this moment, Solo had a gloomy face, without any excitement of killing the enemy. He just ordered angrily: "Those imperialists will come back again, let's retreat quickly!"

"Yes, Warchief."

Solo looked around with an uncertain expression. At least after showing his strength, these orcs would temporarily obey his orders - even the clan leaders were no exception.

He looked at the fortress on Blackrock Mountain again and made a secret decision in his heart: Evanderdan, I will come back again.

But next time, I will lead a more powerful orc army here to recapture Avendeldan, and I will never flee in panic like this time.

"General Dror, the orc chieftain is leading the Red Blood Tribe to evacuate northwards. Should we intercept them?"

"No, no need."

The hobgoblin waved his hand, turned around, and looked toward the north: "Don't forget His Majesty's order. Our goal this time is not to win this war, but to eradicate the orc forces in the Ugo Prairie."

The adjutant was puzzled and said, "But the Wugo Prairie is vast and boundless. Once we get there, it will be the home turf of the orcs."

Dror shook his head and smiled grimly: “His Majesty Cassius once said that the bishop can run away, but the church cannot escape.

As long as they return, we can find the source of the green-skinned orcs, inflict a devastating blow on their habitats, and solve the orc problem from the root."

The adjutant nodded repeatedly and flattered, "You are far-sighted and shrewd, and you have a deep understanding of His Majesty's motto."

Dror was delighted to hear this and said proudly, "Of course, your Majesty personally gave me the order."

"As expected of General Dror, you have won the trust of His Majesty Cassius!"

After successfully completing this mission, I may be promoted to Duke, the earth elf general was complacent in his heart.

Suddenly, Curtis' voice appeared in the magic transmitter: "General Dror, just now, we lost a Skyfire Armor."

Dror frowned slightly. You know, the armor is extremely expensive. The cost of production alone is thousands of gold coins, and each one is extremely precious.

Dror asked, "What's going on? Can those weak green-skinned orcs harm our air fleet?"

Curtis answered truthfully: "We encountered the main force of the orcs and launched a tentative attack on them. There is a powerful warrior above the legendary level in their team - I'm afraid this is the chieftain."

"Legend." Dror's expression suddenly became solemn.

Existence of this level is a force that cannot be underestimated in the entire continent. Even in the current Burning Empire, there are only a handful of them.

Thinking of this, Dror asked, "If you can't handle it, do you need me to ask Ms. Misha for help?"

"No need, General."

Unexpectedly, Curtis shook his head and rejected him, adding: "That's right. I want to test whether the power of 'that thing' can kill a legendary warrior."

Hearing the joy that Curtis inadvertently revealed in his words, Dror felt a little chilly. (End of this chapter)