Ember Dragon

Chapter 686 Dead Orcs

“Swish, swish, swish——”

With the crisp sound of the air being fanned, the red dragon flapped its wings and slowly descended from the sky, looking down at all the creatures on the battlefield.

"Long live the Empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

The cheers of the imperial officers and soldiers were like continuous waves, and as the red dragon descended, the cheers became louder and louder.

And in the Flying Dragon City farther away, countless soldiers fired their guns in salute, and the two-legged dragons all spread their wings, stretched their necks, raised their heads and roared.

The red dragon cast a hideous, huge shadow on the earth. As he approached the ground, the shadow grew larger and larger, covering hundreds of orcs including Solo.

The majestic dragon power descended, pressing down on the hearts of every orc present like a heavy mountain, making their hearts pound and making it hard for them to breathe.

Solo knelt on the ground with his head lowered, feeling the pressure coming towards him. He suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, his whole body shaking violently and sweating profusely.

This is impossible!

The red dragon actually won!

How could this be possible? The powerful, invincible Father God that Solo believed in actually lost to the Emperor of the Burning Empire!
"Father God!"

"Father God, please give us shelter!"

"The red dragon is back! Father God, please kill him quickly!"

He prayed and roared frantically in his heart, but no matter what, the familiar voice did not sound again, and the only response he got was silence.

At this moment, Solo was finally convinced that the Father God had completely abandoned them and the orcs of the Ugo Prairie, and no longer cared about them.

Thinking of this, the orc chieftain's eyes became empty and he stared blankly, as if he had been struck by lightning and he knelt on the charred ground without moving.

The whistling of artillery fire and the cheers of the imperial soldiers enveloped him like a tide, making him feel a sharp buzzing in his ears.

The past scenes also emerged in my mind: the death of the former chief Batu, the collapse of the Red Blood Tribe, the gift of the Father God, the cultivation of new orcs
Solo murmured, "I am the chief of the Red Blood Tribe, I am a warrior chosen by the Father God, and I am the hero who will lead the orcs to rise."

He should have had a brilliant future. He should have led a huge wave of beasts and conquered the north of Feanso. But all of this was destroyed by the red dragon!

After a moment's silence, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the red dragon flapping its wings in the sky, staring, gritting his teeth, burning with endless anger.

It was this red dragon that destroyed everything for him! His hopes, his future, and his ambitions were all burned to ashes!

No, he still has one last chance of survival, as long as - he kills that damn red dragon!

Suddenly, in extreme anger, the orc spores in Solo's body were awakened!
This nearly six-meter-tall orc had bulging muscles all over his body, his face was red, his eyes were wide open, the veins on his forehead bulged with his heavy breathing, and his eyes were filled with endless rage.

He picked up the spear on the ground, held it in his hand, then raised the spear, stepped on the ground, jumped high, and roared angrily in a somewhat insane manner: "I will kill you!"

Although the orc was tall and strong, in front of the super-giant red dragon that was nearly sixty meters long, he looked like a jumping green-skinned grasshopper, looking extremely small and ridiculous.

"Look, that greenskin dared to challenge Your Majesty!"

"It's really over the top."

"Yes, even their gods were defeated by His Majesty Cassius. How dare he do that?"

Seeing this scene, the imperial soldiers who were watching talked a lot, but most of them were mocking, and some were indignant, thinking that this was a humiliation to His Majesty Cassius.

But no matter who it was - not even the soldiers on the Orc side, no one thought that Solo's "assassination" would succeed.

In the face of the huge gap in strength that is visible to the naked eye, no matter how skilled the fighting skills are or how courageous one is, it will be of no avail.

"Out of control."

Cassius stared coldly at the orc that jumped towards him.

Then, as if he thought of something, a slightly sarcastic smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"In that case, let me try what I stole from the old greenskin and see if it works!"

The red dragon stretched out its huge claws and spread its five sharp fingers. The blood-colored ball of light in its palm suddenly changed and condensed into a blood-stained spear.

The overwhelming pressure spread out vigorously, causing all creatures within a hundred miles to involuntarily feel fear, submission, and panic in their hearts. This was not the power of the dragon - but the divine power in the fields of war, strength, chaos, and orcs.

The moment he saw the blood-stained spear and felt the familiar wave, Solo's eyes suddenly widened and his body stiffened. The huge shock and fear hit his heart like a hammer.

"This, this is the breath of Father God?"

Solo's voice became hoarse and trembling, and his tone was full of disbelief.

For a moment, a lot of thoughts flooded his mind: Could it be that the supreme power of the Father God had been taken away by this greedy red dragon? Then what should he, who claimed to be a person favored by God, do?
But Cassius did not give him much time to think. The red dragon still smiled mockingly, holding the bloody spear and manipulating this trace of divine power.

"boom--"

Along with the roar of the sky, blood-red divine light spread.

In an instant, all the orcs felt a strong sense of fear that their bodies, minds, and even souls were held in the hands of others and could be shattered at any time - even Solo in mid-air was no exception.

Under the orcs' horrified and fearful gazes, the red dragon swung the blood-stained spear and pointed the tip of the spear at Solo in mid-air.

"Shh-"

A dazzling blood light flew out and hit the orc's body.

In an instant, Solo felt that his body was controlled by an invisible giant hand, leaving him no room for resistance. He felt his flesh being peeled off, his bones being removed, and even his soul being pulled out.

The orc was suspended in mid-air. Under the gaze of countless people, his sturdy body gradually shrank, his strong limbs became thin and sunken, and even his fur became withered.

Soon, Solo discovered that the red dragon was doing something more terrible than killing him - depriving him of his power!

"no no--"

"Red Dragon! You can't take away my power!"

Solo shouted silently, anger, fear and panic filling his heart.

But under the divine power that controlled the orcs, he was helpless and could only allow the other party to manipulate everything about him like a puppet.

In the end, Solo had turned into an old orc who was less than 1.6 meters tall, with atrophied muscles, wrinkled skin, and even his hair was almost falling out.

If you don't look closely, no one would associate him with the previously high-spirited orc chieftain, and might even think he was an old goblin.

Cassius then put down his spear, and Solo fell from mid-air, hitting the ground heavily, dizzy, all over, and even his bones were broken. "Ah."

Solo opened his eyes and lowered his head with difficulty, but what he saw was the thin, withered, wrinkled body - it was exactly the kind of old orc he hated the most and who should be executed.

He moved his fingers and realized with horror that his strength was less than one thousandth of what it was before. It was difficult for him to even raise his hands, let alone fight.

For the orcs who worship the strong, this is a torture more horrible than death - no, it is a torture more horrible than being cut into pieces!

The orcs around first whispered, then their voices gradually grew louder and they began to discuss nonchalantly.

"Captain Solo has become so weak."

"Yeah, this aura is worse than that of an underground gnome."

Solo raised his head with great effort, looked at the red dragon in the sky with fear on his face, and begged tremblingly: "Red dragon, no, Your Majesty Cassius, please give me back my power."

However, Cassius just watched him with interest, as if he was observing a weak ant.

"Is this kind of guy qualified to be our chief?"

"He is too weak, so weak that he is unworthy of the teachings of the Father God. According to the rules of the tribe, he should be expelled by us."

"Tsk tsk, he looks like a wild dog"

"If you abandon this guy on the side of the road, he will probably be eaten clean by vultures and turned into a pile of bones."

The orcs' gossip became more and more unbridled, like a sharp knife, stabbing into Solo's heart again and again, making him feel extremely angry, regretful and painful.

As people watched, Solo struggled to bury his head in the ground and banged his forehead against the ground again and again until blood flowed.

His face was covered in blood and tears, and he cried hoarsely, "Your Majesty Cassius, please give me back my power.

I am willing to lead the Red Blood Tribe to submit to you, and I am willing to give everything I have."

However, Cassius took a quick look, shook his head with amusement and said, "Now, apart from your rotten life, what else do you have that is valuable to me?

Chief Solo, now that you have made your choice - you must pay the price for it."

"Yes, that's what I thought! This weak old thing is not worthy of being our chief!"

Suddenly, a powerful roar was heard, like a sudden thunderclap out of nowhere, attracting everyone's attention, even Cassius in the sky looked over.

A burly and ugly green-skinned orc jumped out. He held sharp steel claws in his hands, stretched out his feet, and stepped on Solo aggressively.

Unexpectedly, this orc was one of Solo's two personal guards, Garlon, who had participated in the "Bloody Day".

Solo looked at his former subordinate who was showing off his power. He wanted to roar in anger, but he could only say weakly: "Damn low-level orc, your life was given to you by me.
Without me, you wouldn't exist!"

Garlon shook the steel claw in his hand and said nonchalantly: "Old man, you said that the defective products of the old era should be eliminated!"

"Thorn-"

Before Solo could answer, there was the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh. Garlon actually swung his steel claws and pierced Solo's head directly!
That old face was full of fear and disbelief - until his death, he would not believe that he would be killed by the orcs he had trained with his own hands.

Garlon easily pulled out his bloody steel claws. Blood and brains spurted out of the head. He smiled and said, "Goodbye, old man."

Then, Garlon raised his head and pointed at the dead Solo, with a flattering smile on his blood-stained face: "Lord Red Dragon, I have killed this old guy.

We orcs are willing to follow a strong man like you. From now on, you will be our boss. We will kill wherever you point us to."

"Yeah, that old guy Solo is not worthy of being our boss!"

"Boss Cassius!"

"And I also sense a kind and familiar aura. It's definitely a good idea to join this Red Dragon boss!"

The green-skinned orcs trained by Solo instantly turned against the red dragon and loudly expressed their submission to it, while the pure-blooded orcs were pale and silent.

For these simple-minded, strong-limbed green-skinned orcs, as long as there is a war to fight, it doesn't matter who they surrender to.

What's more, Cassius not only has great strength, able to deal with the former chief Solo as easily as catching a chicken, but he also exudes the aura of "Father God".

Seeing that the emotions were in place, Garlon knelt on the ground and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty Cassius, please accept our surrender!"

After that, he imitated the imperial men and shouted enthusiastically: "Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

Cassius looked at the orc who had turned into a traitor and suddenly felt like laughing, thinking that this guy was also a talented person.

Garlon, he had also heard of this name. In his previous life, he was also one of the "Four Natural Disasters" in the beast tide. He had planned several large-scale massacres, killing hundreds of thousands of humans, and became the nightmare in the hearts of countless northern Feanso people.

If it were in the past, Cassius might have really recruited him and made this orc leader work for him.

But now, after suffering several big losses, Cassius has become much more cautious.

This orc bears too heavy a mark of the Orc God and the Mother of Fungi, and there is no telling how many hidden tricks it has in its body. If it is rashly released into the empire, it will definitely pose a threat to itself.

Even if he wants to make full use of the power of the orc realm, Cassius is inclined to create a dragon vein race that is unique to him and has no hidden dangers.

Thinking of this, Cassius looked down indifferently at the tens of thousands of orcs on the battlefield, slowly raised the blood spear in his claws that symbolized the authority of the orcs, and released a bloody divine light.

"All orcs, listen to my orders—"

Cassius' thunderous voice echoed in the sky and the earth, with overwhelming momentum.

"Great!"

"Boss, do you agree?"

"We will be citizens of the Empire from now on!"

Looking at the familiar blood-red divine light in the sky, the orcs suddenly became excited, waving their spears and bone sticks and cheering. Garlon was also overjoyed.

However, Cassius' next words made them feel as if they were falling into an icy cave.

"I will grant you - complete death!"

"Shh-"

In an instant, the blood-colored divine light spread rapidly, reaching a distance of ten miles. All the orcs shrouded in the blood-colored light - whether they were green-skinned orcs or pure-blooded orcs - fell down in large numbers like harvested wheat.

The moment they came into contact with the divine light, their eyes dimmed, their pupils dilated, and they fell to the ground and died silently.

(End of this chapter)