Ember Dragon

Chapter 678 The Final Mission
The sky over the Wugo Prairie is always cloudless, clear and bright, but at this moment, black shadows suddenly streaked across the sky.

——That was the Burning Empire’s aviation corps, a special army composed of flying dragons wearing “Skyfire” armor.

Singo's smiling voice came from the intercom: "Mantou, you better be careful this time, don't become a burnt mantou again."

Hearing this, the other dragon riders also laughed happily.

"Mantou, how much experience did you lose when you died? Ten thousand or not?"

"understood."

Mantou's face suddenly darkened and he replied unhappily.

"What are you laughing at? If I hadn't sacrificed my life to cover their retreat, who knows how many people would have been killed by that big muscular orc."

"Okay, okay, you've worked hard and made great contributions. You're a hero among us, and you died in a plane crash. So I'll call you 'Lao Da'." Suddenly, there was another burst of laughter on the intercom.

"What the hell -"

Mantou's face turned red. He stopped arguing with them and just browsed the task information by himself.

This time, their mission is simple: destroy the breeding ground of the green-skinned orcs and completely eliminate this race with terrifying reproductive ability.

The imperial court wizards have used magic to gather a lot of intelligence. These orcs originated from the Bindler River, or more precisely, the source of the river - the Inav Valley.

The valley was full of dense green mushrooms. Almost every day, thousands of new orcs were born in the valley. As the dark green river water flowed, the orcs' spores would spread all over the Ugo Prairie.

Looking at this information, Mantou sighed: "I thought I came to Erezega to be a hero who saves the world, but I didn't expect to be here to fly a dragon and blow up the valley."

Singo said, "The kind of adventurer you mentioned who does his quests honestly hasn't even reached level 10 yet. You should have been stealing it if you have the strength you have now."

Mantou smiled awkwardly and said, "That's right, that's right."

Suddenly, Curtis' voice came from the intercom: "Everyone, you are approaching the destination of the mission. I have detected a very strong beastman force field. Please activate the protective concealment system immediately."

"Yes."

Mantou pressed the button, and a torrent of light particles was released from the Skyfire Armor, gradually combining into a hexagonal light shield with countless faces connected together.

Under the cover of the light shield, the two-legged dragon disappeared out of thin air and hid in the air. The sky became clean and clear as usual again.

You should know that the empire has invested a huge amount of money in this mission. A scale shed by the Burning Emperor is embedded in each piece of "Skyfire Armor", which contains legendary power.

Soon, Mantou saw Mount Yinafu in the distance. This mountain, named after the orc god of war, was extremely tall and steep, and the valley was unfathomable, exuding a strange atmosphere.

"This should be the mission site." Seeing the valley filled with light green mist, Mantou swallowed his saliva and thought to himself that this place was really weird.

Even with the protection system blocking him, he still felt his whole body trembling the moment he entered the airspace, and the flying dragon under him was also a little shaky.

"The emergency brake system has failed!"

"The gravity system has failed!"

"Warning! Encountering magical turbulence! Magic defense system malfunctioning!"

Big red warning characters appeared on Mantou's display screen one after another. He suddenly became a little panicked, and sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Damn, what's going on?"

Fortunately, the turbulence did not damage his power system, so Mantou was still able to control the wyvern and avoid crashing again into the orcs' lair.

There was a chaotic noise in the intercom, and Curtis' voice became intermittent: "You... have entered the mission destination.

Please make sure to complete the task within three days. Whew, Whew, Whew. Snap."

With a crisp sound, the communication connection with the headquarters was completely cut off, and it was unknown when it would be restored.

"This place is so fucking weird!" Mantou finally cursed out loud.

The dragon riders responded one after another: "Yes, fortunately there is a protection system, otherwise we would all crash like the steamed bun before."

"Be careful. There are probably a lot of powerful orcs in this lair. It is inevitable that there will be a legendary boss like last time."

Mantou protested: "Can you please stop talking about me? Complete the task quickly, otherwise we will all be doomed!"

Singo was hovering in the sky, constantly collecting data, and a clear map gradually appeared on its screen.

He shared the map with other people in the aviation corps and said in a deep voice: "That valley should be the breeding ground of the green-skinned orcs and the source of the Bindler River.

Our job is to blow it up.”

Deep in the Inavu Valley.

There was pale green orc spores everywhere, the water was filled with a sticky, dirty black-green substance, and the dark areas of the valley were covered with mushroom-like fungi.

Solo stood beside the Bindler River, staring at the flowing water, and ordered: "Throw them all in."

"Yes, Warchief."

The green-skinned orcs took off the blood-soaked sacks on their backs, which were filled with the mutilated bodies of orcs - heads with despair in their eyes, limbs severed by sharp weapons, or torsos that had been cut open.

Among them were not only the clan leaders who were planning rebellion, but also the elite warriors of each clan. But at this moment, these once best orcs were all turned into pieces.

Three days ago, Solo hung up the heads of those clan leaders and labeled them traitors of the Orcs.

The moment they saw those heads, there was an uproar within the Red Blood Tribe. The pure-blooded orcs were horrified. The loyal warriors of many clans, such as the Jackdaw and Frostwolf, were filled with rage. They cursed Solo loudly and resisted angrily.

But Solo's green-skinned orc army had already surrounded this place. These bloody green-skinned orcs swung their butcher knives mercilessly and killed all the rebels.

On that day, the blood of the orcs dyed the valley red, and the massacre was fearfully called the "Bloody Day" by the surviving pure-blooded orcs.

At this point, Solo has completely taken control of the Red Blood Tribe. Any orc who attempts to establish himself or herself or even rebel against Solo must think about the fate of his own people who died in the massacre.

"Hey!"

"Throw them all in!"

“Hahaha, these old guys!”

The green-skinned orcs were busy throwing the broken carcasses into their mother river, the Bindler River.

This group of barbaric guys felt no guilt at all for slaughtering their so-called "fellow tribesmen". Instead, they enjoyed doing it and felt quite refreshed.

They have long been annoyed with these "old guys" who are arrogant and look down on others.

Solo crossed his arms and looked at the dark green river with burning eyes: "With the nourishment of these extraordinary orc corpses, more powerful new orcs should be born.
Five years, no, not five years, only three years. Under the care of the Father, I can train an invincible legendary orc army. When that time comes, I will first occupy Avendeldan, kill all the imperialists there, and then lead the army to invade the Burning Empire."

Thinking of this, Solo couldn't help licking his lips, his eyes were filled with blood, and his hands began to tremble.

What a beautiful future that is?
All the humiliation and anger will be swept away in the endless killing, and the orcs will become a moving disaster on the continent, bringing eternal terror to those hypocritical and weak races.

Beside him, Mok, who was dressed in a black robe, also smiled grimly: "Great Chieftain, the quality of the raw materials this time is very high, especially the leader of the Frostwolf Clan. His corpse should be able to give birth to a legendary orc."

"Legendary level?"

Solo was delighted at first, but then he frowned with some worry: "Mok, if an orc of that level is really born, will it obey me?"

As the chief who temporarily succeeded Batu, Solo fears the most that he will lose his current position and be betrayed by his subordinates.

That is why he ruthlessly killed the clan leaders and their followers to eliminate future troubles.

Mok smiled hoarsely and replied, "Of course, Great Chief, you are a being favored by the Father God, and your status is far higher than these new orcs. They are born to submit to you."

Hearing this answer, Solo smiled happily, crossed his arms and said, "Of course, I am the one who will lead the orcs to restore their ancient glory."

Suddenly, Mok turned around and pointed to the dark part of the valley: "Did you see it? That is the orc born from the spores of the leader of the Rock Lizard Tribe."

"Stab!"

A bulge suddenly appeared in the wet soil, and a slimy hand stretched out from it, followed by a strong green body.

Soon, a green-skinned orc nearly three meters tall and burly broke out of the ground. As soon as it was born, it looked around, its turbid eyes full of greed, as if it wanted to eat everything around it.

"Waaagh!"

It howled towards the sky and let out a roar. Suddenly, countless green-skinned orcs nearby began to howl. The sounds came one after another, which was shocking.

Mok pointed at the newborn orc and said with a smile: “My lord, you see, the newborn orcs were once very fragile.

And now, the orcs bred from the bodies of those clan leaders are already much taller and stronger than ordinary pure-blooded orcs. They are natural warriors and will continue to evolve in war and plunder, and all these powers will be at your disposal.

In a few years, we orcs will become a great race that will make the continent of Feanso, no, the multiverse tremble. By then, dwarves, elves, humans and dragons will all crawl at your feet. "

"Very good, very good," Solo murmured to himself, with emotions such as fanaticism, obsession, and expectation appearing on his ugly and hideous face.

At this moment, Mok's expression suddenly changed and his brows furrowed, as if he had noticed something.

"This is."

He slowly closed his eyes, looking anxious.

Solo asked hurriedly: "What happened?"

Today, this orc shaman is Solo's right-hand man.

Solo relies on Mok to control the Red Blood Tribe and create more powerful and loyal green-skinned orcs, so he is very concerned about Mok.

Mok opened his eyes and said in a serious and hoarse voice: "Captain, it seems that outsiders have broken into the Yinafu Valley."

"what?"

Suddenly, Solo's eyes flashed with an extremely ferocious light, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it. Could it be the Imperials?

We must find that outsider! We must kill them all! ” His voice became more and more excited, and finally turned into a roar.

No wonder Solo was furious. The Inavu Valley was the origin of the green-skinned orcs, and Solo regarded it as the hope for the rise of the orcs!

If even the Inav Valley was gone, the Orcs would be completely doomed, living forever in this barren wasteland - and his dream of becoming an Orc hero would suddenly be shattered.

Thinking of this, Solo's face was grim, and he ordered loudly: "Even if we have to flatten Mount Yinafu, we must find those outsiders for me! Kill them all!! "

"Yes, Warchief."

Mok nodded in agreement and raised the vine scepter in his hand.

In an instant, through the spores and mycelium in the air, hundreds of thousands of orcs around heard Solo's orders and learned that there was a daring "outsider" in the Inav Valley.

"Did you hear that? The order from the Great Chief!"

"Hey, outsider, I wonder how they taste?"

"I haven't killed anything in a few days. I'm so suffocated. I must find the outsider this time!"

Upon hearing the news, the green-skinned orcs went crazy and searched every corner of the valley, wishing they could turn the place upside down and eat the outsiders alive.

In the eyes of the green-skinned orcs, outsiders are not only not a threat, but also a good thing that allows them to vent their desire to kill.

But they never imagined that those so-called "outsiders", although within the Inafu Mountain, were not hiding in the valley, but were constantly circling over their heads.

"Until now——there is still no news of the outsiders?"

“Not yet.”

"How could this happen?" Solo sat on the bone throne with an extremely gloomy face, and he could hardly suppress the anger in his eyes.

The hundreds of thousands of orcs under his command searched for a whole day, searching every corner of Yinafu Mountain, but they still could not find the outsiders, not even a trace of them.

"Mok, did you make a mistake?"

Mok shook his head firmly: "Great Chief, I am absolutely not mistaken. There must be an outsider coming in, otherwise the spore web would not vibrate inexplicably."

Solo slammed the table in anger and asked, "There are hundreds of thousands of orcs in the Inav Valley, and we can't even find them. Could it be that those outsiders have spread their wings and flown away—"

At this point, Solo's face suddenly changed, and he murmured, "Heaven, heaven! They are in the sky! Those imperial people can control flying dragons!"

Mok's expression was also somewhat uncertain: "Impossible, how come no one has discovered them?"

"Whoosh-"

A shrill scream echoed through the sky.

"no no--"

Solo rushed out of the tent almost frantically, but saw a metal ball falling from the sky and falling straight to the source of the Bindler River - the Inav Valley.

(End of this chapter)